Chapter 453: The False Trial

The red earth.

Elves battle the magical mechs that make a loud roar.

Those petite bodies were as small as dust in front of the mecha, but the light that flew out during the run really stopped the footsteps of the magic mecha.

The surging arcane arrows, the hidden green daggers, the whistling silver-white holy light, even though the metal giant fist that burned the magic flames slammed into the ground at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, the huge crater it smashed out did not bury anyone.

But how weak they were in the past, these elves have definitely become stronger at this moment.

Kael'thas sat on the back of the Black Dragon Princess, his golden pupils staring closely at the few rays of light below, revealing a complex and joyful look.

Even a year ago, he would never have expected these subordinates to become so powerful.

In times of peace, without the Burning Legion and disputes with the dragons, Quel'Thalas would have survived with his current strength.

Unfortunately, the world is no longer the same.

Quel'Salas created Kael'thas, which was lucky, but it also brought more trouble.

After he became the Well of the Sun, he destined Quel'Thalas to become the target of public criticism sooner or later, and the elves would no longer have stability, but could only move forward on the path of becoming stronger.

The battle continued for less than two minutes, and the magic mecha suddenly stopped moving.

Several elf girls destroy its engine, ending the battle in the easiest way possible.

A machine is a machine, and even if you combine it with a demon, you can't completely get rid of the flaws of the machine.

Kael'thas asked Onexia to send him to the ground, and found that Passaren had come running with a man with a glint in his eyes.

"Your Highness, is this it? Is this the surprise! ”

He excitedly circled around the feet of the magic mecha, and knocked a few times with a hammer:

"But it's hard to carry."

"It's because it's hard to carry me that I let you come."

Kael'thas looked up at the magical mech blocking out the sunlight and began to worry if it would suddenly fall to the ground.

"Passaren, you're here to work on it, just as we're going to build a new base."

They were located, right in front of the Dark Gate.

The sudden arrival of the magical mecha gave Kael'thas a wake-up call, forcing him to prepare the Dark Gate's defenses in advance.

But the concrete implementation of this matter does not lie with him.

After determining that the engine of the magical mech was completely irreparable, Kael'thas rode back to the Hellfire Fortress on the Black Dragon Princess.

He hurried to Solan Lian's office.

"Intensify the investigation of the demon camp and come up with a plan to solve it as soon as possible."

He has new requirements for the sorcerer.

In Kael'thas's opinion, the Demon Forge Camp is more threatening than other Demon Bases.

This camp holds the magic technology of the Burning Legion, and there are more cannonballs and other mysterious items than the magic mechs, and the often unknown is the most terrifying.

The elves can't let the demon casting camp stay too long, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

As far as Kael'thas knew, the Burning Legion's engineers were able to install the 'Magic Cannon' for the Magic Mech Upgrade, and that wasn't a joke.

Two cannons can directly turn thousands of soldiers into green scum.

"Yes, Your Highness, I will immediately send more men."

Solanlian answered the order and began to order.

She sorted out the information, and then worked with Kael'thas and the others all morning.

By noon, the soul that had been separated from the half-day could not hold on, and Kael'thas had no choice but to return to the Well of the Sun for the time being.

Noticing that the Wrath of the Stars enchantment was progressing faster than expected, he left to start a new mind.

It's not so much a thought as a new plan.

The sooner you give it to Sylvanas after the Wrath of the Stars is complete, the better, but how to hand it over is a problem.

Even if Kael'thas had someone get rid of the attention of the other undead, sending it directly would arouse the suspicion of others - how could an artifact suddenly appear?

So he was going to do it another way.

Kalia's journey to the Ember Messenger was a great inspiration to him.

If the Wrath of the Stars had fallen into Sylvanas's hands through a reasonable path, it would not only disguise the artifact's true appearance, but also add a layer of legend to Sylvanas's body.

Just do it. 】

Kael'thas began to think about how to plan the story.

Generally speaking, the effect can be reached first by secretly releasing rumors of the wrath of the stars to cause a sensation in the group of undead.

But time is running out these days, and his story is better off getting straight to the point.

Kael'thas cast a spell to find Sylvanas's location, but was surprised to find the address she found to be in Daronshire.

Talon is a village located in the southern mountains of Lordaeron, named after Lake Daron Mill to the west.

This place reminds Kael'thas of a story, a story that is not very happy.

His mind was a little dull, but at the same time it suddenly occurred to him what he had to do.

The power of the Well of the Sun was reactivated, gushing out of the barrier of Quel'Salas, leaking out of Lorentan and the sea.

However, this is only a trick, a trick to confuse the guardian dragons.

Kael'thas teleported to the ruins of Dalonshire, and then condensed a faint arcane phantom into a ruined house.

"Who are you?"

A small voice greeted him, and Kael'thas turned around, then saw the timid ghost girl.

Pamela - he knew the girl's name, but it was a little bitter to see for himself that this history had not changed.

"I am God, the deity of all the dead."

He deceived her like this.

For the sake of future planning, it is necessary to deceive.

"God? No, you must be a liar! ”

But Pamela was clearly not convinced.

The girl was very innocent, but she was not stupid, she should have known about her death, but she hid in her cabin day after day, waiting for her father, Joseph Redpath, but did not dare to go out, not even the favorite dolls scattered around the town.

"I didn't lie to you, I know the wishes of all the dead, including you."

Kael'thas looked down at Pamela and smiled softly:

"Do you want the doll back?".

The little ghost's eyes widened and froze.

This is indeed her wish, a wish that no one knows.

Could this man really be a god?

"You still don't seem to believe it, so I'll prove it to you."

Kael'thas turned and walked out of the house:

"Do you want to come with me?".

Pamela shook her head hurriedly.

"No, I'm afraid, there are bad people out there"

The little ghost bowed his head and took two steps back.

Kael'thas didn't force her, and walked out alone.

He walked through the ruins of his houses in search of scattered dolls.

But apparently there were many souls who did not want him to do so, and frantically attacked him.

"Get out of here!"

Kael'thas unceremoniously unleashed a flame on these stunned souls, burning a path of darkness.

He found a tattered, swarthy doll from the ruins.

"If I hadn't come looking for her, would she have waited forever in that hut?"

He had some lost suspicions.

In a world where there are no players, if he doesn't do this, who will save Pamela?

The answer, of course, is nobody.

Kael'thas returns to the hut with the doll.

"Ah, it's my doll!"

Pamela ran over excitedly and hugged the tattered doll tightly to her chest.

The obsession that ghosts can hold objects is unusual.

"Thank you."

A smile bloomed on her little face.

"No, do you believe I'm a god now?"

Kael'thas gently touched her head:

"If you don't believe me, I can grant your second wish and bring your father back from the darkness."

Pamela jerked her head up.

Her big eyes stared at Kael'thas in disbelief, a little bit of brilliance.

"Are you really a god?"

The little ghost finally began to believe.

"Yes, that's what I said at the beginning."

Kael'thas felt guilty in the back of his heart - he had only acted to take advantage of Pamela.

But the little ghost didn't notice that.

"Lord God, save my father!"

She pleaded expectantly.

"No, I'm not going to do it myself"

However, Kael'thas refused outright this time.

"But I'll have another guy come to his rescue, and you're going to do me a little favor."

He said this, and then noticed Pamela's changing eyes, and immediately added:

"It's a game that doesn't matter to you, you can even play it as a game, but it's just a trial. I will test a man's heart with your father's affairs, and if she fails, I will personally help you save your father. ”

Pamela was confused:

"Trials? What trials? ”

Kael'thas waited for her to ask.

"All the dead who remain in the world, the trials of their queens."

He stood up and smiled slightly, the thin phantom glowing with fluorescence, instantly illuminating the surroundings.

Pamela felt the warmth.

She had never felt a warm feeling after she died, so at this moment, she believed in the person in front of her.

She believed that He was God.

Kael'thas opened a picture in the air, which reflected Sylvanas walking with the party.

"It's so beautiful"

Pamela had never seen such a beautiful woman, and she was particularly envious of the long silver hair.

"She's the Queen?"

Guided by an inexplicable feeling, Pamela determined that the queen that Kael'thas was talking about was the woman in the picture.

"No, she wasn't a queen until the trial was over"

Kael'thas denied it.

He instilled in Pamela the idea that the 'gods' would issue trials to the 'queen', with the real purpose of giving the wrath of the stars a grand provenance, and to wrap Sylvanas in the deception of fate that was destined to be the queen.

Of course, there is no way that Sylvanas will fail in the 'Trial'.

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