The High Elves slept lazily and scattered on high tree trunks.

Their bodies are light and lib, and even though their skin and hair have lost the natural camouflage of the Night Elves, they are still very beautiful and do not stand out in the forest.

It's early in the morning, when the fog is at its thickest, and the view of the forest is obscure and dim—the sun hasn't yet shone.

In the silence, the sound of 'rustling' leaves sounded, so small that one would not suspect that something other than a squirrel was responsible.

But it was something else, a blonde-haired elven thief.

"Your Highness"

The blonde elven thief weaved through the gaps in the trees, then knelt down on the middle branch of an old oak tree and whispered instructions.

“”

Kael'thas opened his eyes, and the leaves that were close at hand appeared in his field of vision, swaying in the cold wind—he was lying on the trunk at the top of the oak tree.

"What's the news?"

He asked, not looking tired.

I could tell he had a good night's sleep last night.

"There's a group of trolls coming here, and they'll be there in half an hour!"

The Elven Thief's report startled Kael'thas by surprise.

[Is it finally here?] 】

He thought to himself, and then thought it was time for the elves to act.

In the middle of the night, the information of the Hammer Dwarves had finally been successfully delivered, and the news from the newspaper showed that the small man's ally had been blocked by some teams in another border forest, and in order to prevent the enemy from entering Hinterland, the dwarven troops who had come here to support him had to entangle with each other.

The news made Kael'thas even more confused.

Are the enemies now at war with the Hammerhammer Dwarves trying to infiltrate Hinterland? Or is it to block the support of the dwarves?

Do the tribal commanders want to enter Hinterland?

If so, then why did they send so many troops to the location of the elves? If not, then do they really want to wipe out the elves here?

But in the face of the disparity in strength, why should the tribe take such a risk?

What is it that makes it worth the risk for them?

Kael'thas was thinking, and then inadvertently thinking about himself.

The commander of the High Elves is their prince, and there is no way to hide this.

And their prince is now only one Kael'thas.

[Kill me, what will happen to Quel'Thalas?] 】

Kael'thas was shocked, realizing the importance of his existence, and for the orcs and trolls of the tribe, he was as tempting as a delicious fish to be released.

Orcs don't underestimate the elves of Quel'Salas, and if they kill Kael'thas, the social unrest of the High Elves may give them more opportunities. Anyway, the elves are also their enemies now, and maybe there is more hatred than good, and the orcs don't care about it. Most likely, they wanted to capture Kael'thas and use it to threaten the High Elf Kingdom.

And the trolls, don't think about it, the leaders of Zujin have dreamed of cutting off Quel'Thalas. A few years ago, when the news of the death of the High Elf Grand Prince broke, the trolls even threw a big bonfire to celebrate.

Both have good reason to value Kael'thas, and if so, the current battle, the enemies of these tribes to destroy the elves actually makes sense.

[This is much more reassuring]

It's much more reassuring to be able to guess the enemy's reasons than to not be able to see the enemy's thoughts

Kael'thas had a little less doubt in his heart.

But if this reason was true, then he really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The smile was that he had the protection of Mephites, and that few people in this world could hurt him, and that the plans of orcs and trolls were destined to be unsuccessful.

The cry is that Mephites can't easily appear on the battlefield, and in the face of a large number of enemies, the elves in the hands of Kael'thas may be in danger.

He didn't think that in the face of the power of the elves, the tribe would always let ordinary teams attack.

The elves Kael'thas had long been mentally prepared for sacrifice, but he had not yet realized their innocent death - if the target on the other side was Kael'thas, then the elves would have died only for him.

Kael'thas didn't want that, though many elves would surely die like this for a long time to come

But he didn't want to at all

How long the war will last, Kael'thas does not know. He brought the elves here to help humanity and to help Quel'Salas in the future, when he faced difficulties. But more importantly, Kael'thas wants to protect Quel'Thalas, who fears that if the humans lose, the orcs will invade his country. Faced with the triple alliance of orcs, trolls, and demons, what single race can resist?

Therefore, these elves are here to fight to protect the future and protect their homeland, and this is a war full of glory

Even if some High Elves were sacrificed, this sacrifice was worthy of admiration.

[We must not let them die simply because of themselves! 】

Kael'thas affirmed his conviction and jumped lightly from the tree, giving the order for the High Elves to assemble.

"Let's go and join the Hammer Dwarves!"

He said as he glanced at his blond-haired, blue-eyed compatriots.

"Yes, Your Highness!!"

The elves replied energetically, their eyes bright and full of morale, and it seemed that they had not lost sleep last night.

It's a group of battle-hardened elves, and there aren't a few newcomers, so they all know how to take a break.

"Very good, let's go clear a road first!!"

Kael'thas laughed, then looked up and summoned the retracted Ao.

With a clear chirp, the phoenix appeared in the sky, dazzling fluttering its wings and flying above the trees.

The fog in the vicinity suddenly subsided considerably—the phoenix was a sun before the sun was even rising.

"Let's go!"

"Keep up!"

With Kael'thas commanding, the voices of the elven squad leaders in the distance rang out.

In the wee hours of the morning, the chocobo ran to the sound of it.

Mephites was running neatly through the treetops, when suddenly his feet stopped, allowing the elves below to skim by.

In his eyes full of the vicissitudes of history, what he saw was a scene like a painting:

A flaming phoenix flies over the green forest

Blonde elves ride birds through the fog

The prince who followed them closely

Indomitable

[This is my beloved people]

The guardian of the elves pressed his old heart and smiled crookedly.

Innocent and pure, it's like going back to childhood

(To be continued)