Golden palaces, bright red flags fluttering.

Anastarian stood on the island of Quelldanis, where he would never set, his eyes straight at the sky.

The dark aura from the sky made him shiver.

"Your Majesty, nothing has come of it."

A legendary mage stood behind Anastarian, saluting him guiltily.

Failed again-

This is the most ironic thing, the High Elves are known as a magical race, but for decades they have never had a mage who can predict the future.

In the short history of magic in mankind, there have been people like Medivan who can see through fate.

Why can't Quel'Salas?

They even have an organization of astrologers dedicated to the study of fate and stars, but no matter how much they study, there will never be very big results without talent.

"Fate has never favored us, Quel'Salas."

Anastarian gritted his teeth.

He suddenly had some resentment towards the world.

Since the distant past, the High Elves have never received any preferential treatment from the world, and have relied entirely on sacrifice to get to where they are now.

They don't want to fight for anything, and they are finally about to be happy

But the astrologers had not long ago prophesied a darkness that would destroy the entire nation.

That's all there is to those who don't have talent, and they don't know where the darkness will come from or how it will happen.

"Has Solan Liane arrived?"

Anastarian didn't have this mage to notice his expression, and asked in a cold voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Her Highness has brought her back."

The old mage bowed his head and asked:

"Do you want her to come and meet her now?"

He was Solan Lian's teacher, and he couldn't help but worry about this disciple.

For unknown reasons, Solanlian refused the king's recall order until the queen spoke.

[Doesn't she know the dangers of disobedience to His Majesty? 】

The old mage was a little annoyed.

But Anastarian didn't care about his thoughts, and when he called Solanlian over again, the old mage was banished into the distance.

"Your Majesty."

Solanlian knelt down behind Anastarian with a gloomy expression.

The elven king turned to look down at her, a cold light in his eyes.

"Solan Liane, I know very well that your ability to foresee is very special."

He said indifferently:

"But that's not a reason for you to be arrogant and disobedient."

Solanlian bowed her head in silence and said nothing.

Anastarian stared at her for a long time before he spoke again.

"But you're not that kind of person, so I forgive you"

He looked around to make sure that no elves were present before continuing in a calm voice:

"Tell me, what do you know?"

"You should know that you can't hide it from me."

A murderous aura enveloped the astral, and Anastarian suddenly unleashed his formidable power:

"If you can't contribute anything to Quel'Thalas, then I won't keep you."

Solanlian was crushed to the ground by this force, and she had no power to resist.

[Sure enough, I can't resist this fate]

There was some sadness in her heart, and months of futile struggle had completely lost its meaning.

As Anastarian said, no one could keep it a secret from him.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will tell you"

Solanlian compromised.

She had no choice, and even if she didn't, Anastarian had countless ways to take the secret from her.

Compromise, and perhaps hide some

Then, everything that had to be said was said by Solan Lian.

The circle was obtained by Anastarian.

Solan Lian lowered her head, not daring to look up, or rather, she didn't dare to look at the expression of the current elven king.

"Go down"

Anastarian told her to leave, his voice hoarse.

"Yes"

Solanlian lowered her eyes and slowly stepped back.

Anastarian stood still, looking up at the sky.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Your Majesty"

After a long time, another female voice greeted him.

"Onexia."

Anastarian turned to look at the Black Dragon Princess.

The black dragon princess stood there calmly, her eyebrows full of life.

"It seems that the bewitchment of the Elder God has disappeared in your heart."

Anastarian's expression looked a little better.

"Yes."

Onexia nodded, and a smile appeared on her lips:

"All the damn voices are gone."

The curse of the Black Dragon Clan disappeared from her, thanks to the research and healing of the elves during this time.

Many people are unaware of the curse of the Black Dragons, but during the Ancient War, the Black Dragon King was bewitched by the Ancient God and betrayed the Dragons and the world. After that, all black dragons will hear the temptation of the Elder Gods in their lives.

Onexia has it too.

But now she is liberated.

No one wants to hear some terrible sound temptation in their head.

"The power of the Well of the Sun is truly amazing"

Onexia complimented him with a little amusement, and then saluted Anastarian:

"Then I'll leave first."

Her etiquette was already the standard High Elf etiquette—a credit to Liadrin.

Anastarian watched as Onexia left.

The healthy back of this black dragon princess made his heart feel a little better.

At least we are not without countermeasures. 】

He thought so, and walked towards the inside of the Well of the Sun Palace.

Several elven mages soon followed him.

"Jean Salorian. The Morning Seeker comes. ”

Anastarian commanded one of the guards.

"Yes."

The guard walked outside.

There were no minutes to the Salorian with the sword Queildra. The Morning Seeker came to Anastarian.

"What do you command, Your Majesty?"

He got down on one knee and asked for instructions.

Anastarian asked a mage to bring a magic crystal and carve it on it.

Soon, a golden circle took shape inside the crystal.

"Take this, leave Quell Dennis Island, go"

He explained the specifics.

Salorian cautiously took the task, then bent over.

Anastarian believed in the young man's loyalty and strength, so he didn't worry much about it.

He's going to see someone now

That man was his wife, Queen Quel'Salas

Anastarian suddenly missed her.

He met her and wanted to be with her.

[This time I must have a surname]

Anastari swore bitter vows in peace of mind, but his footsteps did not stop for a moment.

But when he arrived in Silvermoon City, something else caught Anastarian's attention.

He didn't look for the queen for a while, but went straight to the hall and looked up at the throne.

Above that throne, a flaming elven sword levitated, as if to summon something.

"Flame Strike"

Anastarian pronounced the name of the heirloom sword, but couldn't figure out why it had moved.

The Flame Strike is the sword of the Chaser family, and it is also the supreme artifact of the entire High Elf clan.

Its own strength and material are not comparable to those real artifacts, but it is a magical sword.

This sword embodies the minds and beliefs of all the elves

When Anastarian took the sword from his father, the first Elven King told him so.

"On behalf of the High Elves, belonging to the Chaser"

"However, it is not a sword that we have shaped, so it will only become a true elven sword when the shell is broken."

Anastarian did not understand the specific meaning of these words.

But he knew that the Flame Strike was not forged by the High Elves, because its spirit name had been passed down from the Chasan family.

He had thought about shattering the Flame Strike, but Anastarian didn't dare to do so with such an offensive act.

The Flame Strike has always been beloved by the Chaser family, and even Anastarian usually puts it on the throne.

But what is it making a fuss about at the moment?

[The last time there was a change was in the Troll Wars]

Anastarian remembered that the last time Flame Strike had changed was during the Troll Wars hundreds of years ago, and even though the dark shadows of the future could be seen now, the sword wasn't all that magical.

"Is it so?"

With a stir in his heart, Anastarian remembered the circle.

He stepped over to the throne and grasped the flaming blow with one hand, slowly drawing the circle in the air with the other.

A mutation has occurred

The blade of the Flame Strike suddenly erupted in a golden flame, and it swam like a snake.

This sword seems to have a pair of eyes, and it actually carved the same magic circle on the body of the sword.

Anastarian felt him tremble all over.

"I see"

The fog in his eyes lifted, and then he curled his mouth and couldn't help laughing:

"I see, haha, Mephites, what a calculation!"

"Flame Strike, Kael'thas, is this your weapon?"

The glow of the Flame Strike faded, but Anastarian's laughter never stopped.

There's no reason for him to stop.

Because powerful weapons that belong only to the elves, and powerful kings that belong only to the elves, will be born in the near future.

For that future, no matter how much sacrifice and pain you pay, it will be worth it

――

At the same time, Kael'thas remained in Karazhan to continue his studies.

He didn't see the mutations of the three weapons, and he didn't receive any dangerous information.

He is like a white mouse locked aside by history, and after a long silence, he is suddenly remembered again.

In the gloomy corners of Karazhan, fragments of the future emerge in fragments, reflecting a more distant future.

Soon, however, Kael'thas would walk to this place without noticing.

What kind of future will he see?

(To be continued)