In the closed hall, the two-headed Cerberus groaned.

Its name is Imotar, an evil and chaotic cataclysmic dog from the Warpered Void, and one of the Dreadlord's pets and most powerful henchmen.

This pathetic demon, who has been imprisoned for so long, still can't escape the end of death at this moment.

Kael'thas stood peacefully in the halls, summoning hellfire and driving out all the upper elven guards.

Except for Tosedrin.

The ruler of Eresaras is now standing in front of the groaning Cerberus, frantically sucking up what little power it has left.

The muscles of the tall body tensed, showing the growing strength.

Kael'thas was silent, not even intending to disturb Tosedrin's actions, and stood aside quietly waiting for the result.

He had considered converting the massive demon outright, and then overwhelming Thorcedrin's forces all at once.

But Cerberus is an unconvertible demon, and most of its own power has been lost, so Kael'thas gave up on this idea.

He allowed Torcedrin to absorb the demon's power and prepare for victory in one fell swoop.

As the minutes passed, the Cerberus's moaning became more and more subtle, and finally collapsed to the floor.

And Tosedrin's strength has reached the holy level.

"I've kept you waiting."

He turned around and said to Kael'thas with a sinister grin:

"It's as if those idiots didn't do you any harm."

Kael'thas laughed too.

"They're more useless than I thought."

He unceremoniously admitted.

In the battle just now, the performance of those elves was much smaller than he expected.

But it's also a testament to his strength.

After the rebirth of the Well of the Sun. Kael'thas had no clear idea of his own strength.

His doppelganger is legendary, but his weapons and body are replenished with magic from the Well of the Sun, so he doesn't have to worry about consumption.

It can be said that the strength of the body can no longer measure the strength of Kael'thas.

The battle just now proved that even without summoning two pets, Kael'thas is far more powerful than the Legendary Class.

If you add his pets, he is almost invincible below the holy level - even if he is beaten by many people.

however

This is not real strength yet, and he did not come up with his own weapons.

Kael'thas wanted to test the power of the Flame Strike. This allows him to have a rough idea of his limits.

Tosederine is the best test subject.

In his astonished gaze, Kael'thas withdrew the weapons around him, and the purple weightlessness stance.

"What are you doing?"

Tosedrin, who felt he had the advantage, was not in a hurry. He asked:

"Retract the spell, do you think I can easily let you go now?"

To Kael'thas, this is a ridiculous statement.

"Of course not. I just want to see how much time it takes to kill you without the help of these things. ”

He sneered.

Tocedrin's heart trembled.

But when he looked straight at it, he still only felt the power of the legend.

The gap between the Holy Class and the Legendary, like an elephant and an ant, cannot be bridged by anything.

Tosedlin believes in this view all along.

"I'll admit, it's the best joke I've ever heard today."

He picked up the dagger and narrowed his eyes at Kael'thas:

"Catch you, you elves should provide us with new energy"

Kael'thas nodded.

"Of course, but only if you can catch me."

He clearly doesn't take it seriously.

Torsedlin was furious at Kael'thas indifference.

"Young man, don't be overwhelmed!"

He lunged at Kael'thas .

The swift speed left an afterimage behind him. Overshadowing some of the thieves.

This upper-level elf is obviously not a simple mage.

Several spinning balls were launched, and by the time Kael'thas dodged them, Tosedrin's body was already within easy reach.

"Flame Strike."

Calm voice.

The world came to a halt in an instant, and the golden figure cut through time and space. Straight stabbed into Torcedrin's chest.

"How is that possible?"

Tosedrin's eyes widened in a daze, and before he could react, his whole body was instantly surrounded by golden flames.

The scorching temperature, the silent burning body, even the blood can not drip down.

"So weak"

Kael'thas sighed under his breath as he slowly stepped out of the flames with a flaming blow.

An intact body, a sword that has not been stained in the slightest

He stared at the sword in his hand. Then let go of the hand.

Flame Strike left without a trace—back to the Well of the Sun.

Kael'thas turned to look at the burning flames, his body evaporating like straw in less than a few seconds.

A terrifying force.

"No, he's not weak."

Kael'thas recalled the feeling just now, Tosedrin's power was indeed a saint-level.

Other words.

"I'm stronger than I thought"

A smile tugged at Kael'thas.

Summoning Flame Strike, he gains great power and speed in an instant.

This power is enough to kill a saint-level professional in seconds!

Perhaps, if the situation allows, the demigods can also be destroyed.

The doppelganger is like this, so what about the real body?

[Is it still necessary to hide?] 】

Kael'thas couldn't help but think so, but he quickly dismissed the suspicion.

No matter how powerful the power is, being able to carry out covert activities in a low-key manner is the best choice.

When you gain power, you show it uncontrollably, and that is the action of a reckless man.

"You can go back too."

Kael'thas waved his hand to disperse the hellfire blocking the doorway.

A group of upper-level elven guards ran in. Then his eyes widened.

Aside from the corpse of the Cerberus, Kael'thas is the only one in this hall.

The results speak for themselves.

"His Royal Highness the Prince?"

But there were still some of the upper elves who couldn't believe it and looked at Kael'thas with their eyes.

"Which prince are you talking about?"

Kael'thas smiled shallowly, but his eyes were not friendly at all:

"If it were Tocedrin, he would have gone to another world."

The last doubts were gone.

The upper elves looked at each other, and then knelt down one by one with a look of fear and uneasiness.

"I've seen Your Highness."

Again, they called. But the object has apparently changed.

At this moment, the upper elves returned to the descendants of their original people.

The rebellious movement then stopped, and Aurelia and the others returned to Kael'thas unharmed.

Modischar found a list of the massacres in Tosedrin's bedroom. And thoroughly publicize his crimes.

The upper elves of Eresaras had no reason to rebel against Kael'thas's new rule, and obediently quieted down.

However, Kael'thas still killed some of the men who belonged to Tosedrin's henchmen.

He used to kill chickens and police dogs. Tell the rest not to think about superfluous things.

In fact, Kael'thas wasn't worried about the resistance of these upper elves—in a few days, the blood elves would have the upper hand in the city.

And most of the upper-class elves are still happy about such a return in their hearts.

They have been in this city for 10,000 years, and they can't freely use and study magic, so they are better off dead than alive.

The return of the blood elves is just enough to satisfy their desires.

The next day, Kael'thas sat on the throne of the ruler of Eresaras.

The Blood Elves stood on either side of him, and below were the upper elves and trolls staring at each other.

"Your Highness, isn't that so?"

There was an upper-level elven mage who was a little dissatisfied with this state of affairs. And then it sounded.

Kael'thas interrupted him directly.

"In my eyes, trolls are qualified to stand with you."

He bluntly revealed:

"They've been working under me for years, and they've helped Quel'Thalas."

"But you haven't been able to gain my full trust."

These words delighted the trolls, but they made the arrogant upper elves a little unhappy.

So in the form. There was no way they could resist.

Kael'thas isn't that impersonal, either.

"I will not take sides with anyone, as long as you are loyal enough, one day, you too can return to our people."

This is the biggest advantage of the upper elves.

Ben is a clan, and Kael'thas hasn't completely stopped their thoughts.

Even if it doesn't look the same, it's been a thousand years in Quel'Thalas. It's also enough to be completely assimilated.

The upper elves also understood this, and no one dared to complain anymore.

Modischar then walked in with a sword in his arms.

"Your Highness, this is Quelcera."

He handed the sword to Aurelia and then to Kael'thas .

A beautiful long sword, the material is full of magic, I don't know what it was forged from.

But this sword is just an ordinary long sword, it is not like Queldra, it has not been quenched.

"Quirsera needs the flame quenching of the high dragons so that it can truly open its mind."

Modishal added below.

Kael'thas certainly knows this, and for him, it's not that hard.

He took a phoenix feather from his bosom and placed it on Quelcella's sword.

The feathers burned, then turned into a thin golden light that enveloped Quelcella.

Kael'thas let go of his hand, and the sword vanished into the air.

"What is this?"

Modishar and the upper elves were dumbfounded, they sensed the fluctuation of the teleportation and felt very incredible.

"I sent Quelcella back to Quel'Thalas."

Kael'thas did not hide it and stated the reason:

"Quirsera can be quenched there."

The Black Dragon Princess is in Quel'Salas, and she is the most suitable person.

Lannassel

He looked at the female warrior on his right:

"You wait a little longer!"

"Yes."

Lannather's eyes lit up, and she nodded yes.

"Continue"

Kael'thas groaned, then commanded:

"Deliver a message to Azhara and let Solanlian and the others come over."

"I'm going to show the changes in Eresaras to the outside world in a few days, so we don't have to hide our figures." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )