In the midst of the river of time, Nozdorm was silent, watching as Mephites imprinted the circle on Solan Lian's forehead.

He has seen too many deaths in his long history, but he has never stopped them, and this time was no different.

Nozdorm didn't stop the elven mage's death, he had waited a long time for this most crucial 'seed' to be planted, so he couldn't stop this event.

From the moment Deathwing struck the old mage in the chest, the elven mage was certain to die.

But the young elf could not die, and Nozdorm let his breath go. As soon as his aura was revealed, Deathwing quickly sensed the breath of the remaining dragon kings, and just as expected, Deathwing escaped.

He gave up killing the two elves and rushed to the location of the dragon soul to seize the artifact, intending to let the goblins use the dragon soul against several of their dragon kings.

Nozdorm wasn't worried, because the outcome was already doomed, and he just had to watch.

But

"To thank you, let's let you live a little longer."

Nozdorm looked at Mephites and reached out to quietly transmit some healing energy into his body.

His strength couldn't stop the flames of Deathwing, but at least, he could support the old mage to meet Kael'thas.

The other side.

The black dragon that Kael'thas had turned into flew back quickly.

Before he could land, he saw two figures slowly walking out.

Holding the old mage's body in both hands, Solan Lian slowly walked out of the alleyway.

Teacher-Kael'thas went blank for a moment.

He fell to the ground and turned back into an elf, and ran over in a bit of a daze.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you!?"

Solanlian placed Mephites on the ground, and Kael'thas reached out with a trembling hand to lift his upper body up.

With a wrinkled face, silver hair, and a blood-stained chest, even a fool could see that he was dying.

When had Kael'thas ever seen such a fragile Mephitaus?

His eyes were red.

"Kael'thas is not allowed to cry"

Mephites opened his eyes with difficulty and scolded:

"Don't forget who you are."

In the past, even ordinary elves were not allowed to cry, let alone a royal family?

Mephites once told Kael'thas that crying was an insult to the sacrificed warriors of the former elves.

"But, but"

Kael'thas shook his head, his eyes still red, as if he might cry at any moment.

"Ahem"

Mephites raised his hand, clutched his chest and coughed a few times, blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"Kael'thas you remember, when we just separated"

"Did I say anything?"

Kael'thas nodded.

"You're going to show me what a good elf is."

After he finished speaking, as if he knew something, he couldn't help but shake his head again.

"Yes, Kael'thas "

However, Mephites laughed softly regardless of it:

"A qualified elf is an elf that will not make the king cry"

He looked at Kael'thas with doting eyes:

"Especially the Young King"

Kael'thas is a prince, but he is also a young king.

That's what Mephiteres meant

"I have no regrets, and I'm tired"

The massive staff was lifted by Mephites and placed in front of Kael'thas.

"Take this"

He was dripping with sweat on his forehead, and it seemed that he was struggling to make this movement.

Kael'thas immediately gripped the staff tightly with one hand, and he could feel the powerful magic coming from the staff.

"This is the staff my teacher gave me, you may not need it"

Mephites was a little regretful, he coughed bitterly, and continued:

"But if there is the right person, I want you to pass it on"

Kael'thas is a member of the Chau family, and when he ascended the throne, he had the inheritance of the Sindore Golden Scepter and the royal sword, and the staff of Mephites was naturally not used.

"Okay."

Kael'thas agreed without hesitation.

"So be it"

Mephites' eyes began to darken, but his smile grew, and he raised his hand, and Kael'thas quickly grabbed it.

The old mage's hands were cold and weak

"Kael'thas, let me touch your face"

He said suddenly.

Kael'thas grabbed his hand and put it in his face.

"I'm glad to have met you at a later date, Kael'thas"

Mephites smiled and nodded Kael'thas cheek with some difficulty—something he remembered his parents doing to him.

"You are my proudest disciple."

"I also left one of the best gifts for you"

His hand movements stopped, and his eyes closed slightly:

"I don't want to need it one day"

"But at least it's there, and no one will bully you"

Kael'thas didn't care about Mephites' gift, but found that he was getting cooler and cooler.

"Teacher, Teacher"

He grabbed Mephites' hand with some force, and looked down and called:

"Don't sleep, please don't sleep"

His eyes were red and he wanted to cry.

"Kael'thas, don't make a noise with me"

Mephites muttered softly.

"Come to me when your years are gone, I'll wait, no matter how long ......"

His eyes were closed, and the girl's voice rang in his head.

Finally, Mephites was able to stop thinking about anything else

"There's someone who's been waiting for me for a long, long time, so Kael'thas don't bother me"

"I want to see her"

"Even if I don't take notes, I'll be able to say a lot when I see her."

He muttered, and just like that, he lost his temperature in Kael'thas arms.

For a long time.

Kael'thas lowered his head and hugged Mephites tightly.

He didn't cry.

"Little one."

"Your Highness?"

Onexia and Solanlian looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine."

Kael'thas shook his head, his head lifted with a calm expression, making people feel eerily frightened.

"Solan Lian, help me take care of the teacher."

He carefully picked up Mephites, and then handed Solan Lian's body, which had lost its temperature.

After Solan Lian took it, Kael'thas suddenly took a few steps and instantly transformed into a black dragon.

With an arrogant sweep of his tail, he smashed the surrounding houses to pieces and flew away.

"Wow~~"

Ten seconds later, the young black dragon erupted into a hoarse roar, a roar that was clearly a simple sound, but one that made people feel very sad.

The smoke and dust from the collapse of the building appeared from a distance, allowing Solan Lian and others to see it.

"He's sad."

The Red Dragon Queen's eyes flashed, and a rare look of approval appeared, and she said to the remaining two girls:

"Just let him vent."

But just two minutes later, Kael'thas returned.

"Where's Deathwing?"

He asked the Red Dragon Queen coldly.

Only the Red Dragon Queen has the widest range of perception here.

Perhaps understanding Kael'thas mood right now, the Red Dragon Queen was not unhappy by his tone.

"Are you going to take revenge?"

Instead, she asked a somewhat worried rhetorical question.

"Nope."

Kael'thas shook his head:

"Deathwing didn't kill my astral, which means he's done something new and I have to stop him."

"Didn't you say you'd help?"

He hid his anger in his heart, and his eyes looked very calm and clear, and the Red Dragon Queen immediately noticed that she seemed to have been underestimating this elf.

"Alright then, act as originally agreed, and we'll go after him immediately."

The Red Dragon Queen nodded, listening to Kael'thas and fearing that Deathwing would gain Dragon's Soul again.

They quickly made their way to where Deathwing was.

However, Kael'thas was hiding a little, and he was now angrier than anyone else thought.

Kael'thas knew he couldn't beat Deathwing, but he knew how to make the black dragon suffer in another way.

The key to all this lies in the soul of the dragon.

- At the same moment, in the palace of the Well of the Sun in Quildanus, a burning blue flame vanished.

The eyes of all the elven mages present widened.

"Your Majesty, Lord Mephites' flames are back in the arcane way!"

Then, an old mage ran madly to King Anastarian and reported.

“！！”

At this moment, even King Anastarian, whose expression had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, stood up.

"Who is it!? What's going on!! ”

He asked loudly with fire burning in his eyes.

There is only one possibility for a person's flame to return to the arcane way - the owner of the flame is dead.

"Your Majesty, this—This is not clear"

The old mage trembled and replied, who could know the news that he had just discovered?

"Is it Darkan?"

"Or someone else??"

King Anastarian ignored him, gritted his teeth and said angrily, and then his face changed:

"Where's Kael'thas, is he alright?"

He remembered his child, and Mephites should be with Kael'thas.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness is fine."

One of the mages from the side immediately replied, wondering how he was sure of the news.

But King Anastarian didn't seem surprised at all, and his expression was a little more normal.

But for the disappearance of an old friend, King Anastarian could not eliminate the anger in his heart.

"Salorian."

He suddenly shouted.

A young, handsome High Elf man walked out.

"Your Majesty, what do you command?"

He loyally knelt down on one knee and asked for directions with his blue eyes.

This man is very handsome, and what is even more peculiar is that he wears heavy golden armor, which is significantly different from the mages around him.

"Let's see what's going on, you can watch you handle everything."

"However, be sure to bring Mephites' body back and put it in place."

King Anastarian stared at the young elf, and there was a coldness in his eyes:

"If it's Darkan, kill him and come back."

"Do your will, Your Majesty."

Salorian bowed his head.

He was carrying a large sword, the blade of which could not be seen, but in the middle of the hilt, something like a jewel was shining brightly.

It flickered, as if it had a soul

(To be continued)