The cold wind blew through the fields, and the snow drifted through the cracks in the bones. Come on,.!

It won't be cold, it won't be painful, it's not numb, that's the undead.

Kael'thas floated in the air, watching with a complicated gaze as the army of the undead walked towards the Frost Peaks, leaving behind a trail of pitch-black land that seemed to curse everything.

The battle between him and Arthas ended without a winner.

Some truths that should have been known long ago were understood by him.

For a long time, Kael'thas didn't think his arrival had changed the world in any way, but perhaps it wasn't

Even if the results seem to be the same, the inner essence is very different.

The swift action of Naozu and the demons, even though it caused great damage, itself highlighted countless loopholes.

The prince, who should have fallen step by step, instead kept the most important thing.

There was no need for them to fight - and now it was.

Naozu and Arthas are combined, and it is not certain who will win and who will lose, and there may be no results for a few years.

"That's fine"

Kael'thas whispered:

"The existence of the Lich King will attract the attention of other forces."

He took one last look at the undead, turned and flew back.

There was no accident with Naozu, indicating that Illidan was still behind.

The Night Elf had been teleported for so long, and what had he been held back by?

The search begins again, this time with Kael'thas intending to continue using Mavi.

He found the caretakers who were resting in a withered forest.

"We meet again."

The Night Elves' vigilance was ignored by Kael'thas. He greeted Mavi with a smile on his face.

"Unexpectedly, the prey came by itself."

Mavi holds the moon wheel. Walk forward.

"I'm not here to fight you this time."

Kael'thas flashed, and then spread farther away.

He shook his head. Then he took out the feather from his bosom:

"I thought about it, I'd better give you this."

The last time he got it back, Kael'thas didn't explain what the feathers were used for—the Night Elves probably didn't know.

"Do you think I'm going to hold something that will reveal my whereabouts?"

However, the truth is that Mavi guessed.

Kael'thas was a little surprised.

"So be it."

He thought for a moment, then proposed:

"I can teach you the power of using feathers, if you need to. It can also tell you my whereabouts. ”

"Of course, I don't know how many times I'll be able to use it."

Since it's a game, it's relatively fair.

Kael'thas can make a move on his feathers and give Mavi a few steps. Otherwise. The caretaker had a hard time finding him.

“”

Mavi's heart moved.

She weighed the pros and cons carefully, and on the surface it seemed that the caretaker was limited to passivity, but it was not meaningless.

"Okay."

She calmly accepted.

Kael'thas then cast a spell to teleport the feather to the ground in front of Mavi, and after she picked it up, she said:

"It's easy."

"You just have to say it seriously and it will respond to you."

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Someone like Mavi would be funny if he talked to a feather.

"You!"

Sure enough, Mavi's face changed a little.

"Goodbye."

Kael'thas ignored her and left with a neat farewell.

He continued to search for Illidan in Northrend, observing the Keepers' movements.

The Night Elves were much more useful than he thought, and they would disperse to find information after a pause. Then the assembly headed in one direction.

That direction should be the direction where Illidan is.

Every time, Kael'thas would see their movements and secretly go to investigate in advance, but at night, he really found clues.

The source of the clues is some naga.

He discovers some of the Naga's movements at night, and then traces them to the ruins of a dilapidated temple.

Perhaps as a result of the rising sea, the ruins are located far from the shore and are even obscured by a few small floating icebergs.

The ruins fell diagonally into the sea, and only a third of the area remained on the surface.

And in this third of the area, there are traces of firelight.

Kael'thas fell silently on the ruins.

He was very careful in his movements, but he was still seen early by some Nagas.

The Nagas swam close to him with their weapons.

"Stupid."

Kael'thas reached out and pulled out the Flame Strike. Going to clean up these guys.

"Stop!"

He was interrupted by a familiar female voice, it was Vaschi.

Putting the flaming blow back away, Kael'thas turned his head to watch the delicate Naga woman approach with her fishtail swimming.

"Your Highness Kael'thas, didn't you promise to let us go?"

Vasqi stopped the other Naga's movements, and then looked at him with a cautious expression.

"I'm not here to kill you."

Kael'thas raised an eyebrow:

"I'd like to ask Illidan for a favor."

He just wanted to ask Illidan to open the dark door—but there was no other way to do that.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid not right now."

Vasqi shook his head, then smiled bitterly:

"Lord Illidan is sick."

Sick?

Kael'thas was stunned, that strong half-demon was actually sick, are you kidding?

"Are you kidding?"

Thinking of it, Kael'thas spoke the question:

"Let's not talk about Illidan's strength, he's a guy who has been locked up for 10,000 years."

"How do you know that it's okay for ten thousand years?"

Vasqi asked rhetorically:

"Bound by the vines that absorb magic power, stay alone in a dark cell for 10,000 years, even if something happens, others don't know, right?"

"Plus there have been several great changes in this period of time. Why can't Illidan-sama get sick? ”

Kael'thas was momentarily speechless.

Indeed, it was difficult for him to experience that feeling.

He was betrayed by his people, and he was finally expelled again. The most important thing is to be hurt again and again by your beloved.

Heartbreak, pain, and perhaps fear of Kilgardan. The pressure of all this is enough to make a person sick.

No matter how strong the body is, as long as the heart becomes weak, it will be easy to get sick.

"Take me around, I should be able to help."

Kael'thas can simulate the power of the Light, and this statement is not a lie.

Vasqi silently led him to a room.

Before entering the room, Kael'thas noticed the peculiarity of the room.

The broken windows were covered with seaweed. There was a fire inside, and the cold wind outside couldn't blow in at all.

【This woman】

He looked at Vaschi with some complicated eyes, and suddenly admired her.

Today, Illidan doesn't have a lot of strength, and even does dangerous things, but Vasqi has always been by his side. even allowed his strength to be used as a tool.

What kind of mood did she have in mind to do these things?

"Tyrande: Tyrande"

The conclusion had not yet been reached, but the moaning coming from the room made Kael'thas angry.

He walked in and saw Illidan asleep with a pale face by the campfire.

"Tyrande"

The demon hunter didn't know what he was dreaming about, he just called out the name of his beloved.

Kael'thas saw a dried flower that he held tightly in his hand.

'Memories of Tyrande' - that's the name in the game.

It is rumored that before the War of the Ancients, when Tyrande and Illidan went out into the field alone, Illidan picked a flower and gave it to Tyrande, which she gladly accepted. Later, Tyrande chose Malfurion, and when Illidan was cast 10,000 years later, he returned the flower to him.

This is perhaps the most famous flower in the whole world, in the original story. Illidan brought the flower to death.

10,000 years have dried this flower, but it can't dry the heart of this infatuation seed.

"Obviously betrayed, obviously she never took you to heart"

"You're stupid."

Kael'tham's anger vanished almost instantly.

He can't get angry.

Whether it was Vasqi or Illidan, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Or maybe he's not qualified to say anything.

Kael'thas couldn't figure out these things himself.

"This is the medicine you prepared?"

He saw the tattered jars that had been dropped around the campfire, and there were still some uncrushed herbs in the jars.

"Yes, I'm still a little careful about herbs."

Vasqi replied with a bowed head.

Kael'thas spotted some green debris on her fingertips.

Before he came here, Vasqi was supposed to be preparing herbs for Illidan.

“”

Kael'thas walked over to Illidan and crouched on the ground. Reach out and put it on his forehead.

As soon as the light appeared, Illidan's eyebrows furrowed.

"Amount"

Kael'thas withdrew his hand when he noticed something was wrong.

His face became a little solemn.

"What's wrong?"

Vaschi asked uneasily.

"I can't treat him."

Kael'thas lowered his hand and explained:

"The power within him seems to be in conflict with the Light."

The exact reason for this is not very clear to him.

According to common sense, the power of the demons and the Holy Light are not completely opposed, perhaps Illidan is sick and causes instability in the body.

"Vasqui."

Kael'thas thought for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"You follow Illidan, is it Azhara's orders?"

There was no suspense in this question - Azhara's order, Vasqi could not have done this, let alone followed him to death.

But for the sake of insurance, this question still needs to be asked.

"No, it's my own will, what's so strange?"

Vasqi gave the answer.

That's exactly what Kael'thas needed.

"If it's your own will, Vasqui, then you'd better join Quel'Thalas."

He sent out an invitation:

"In return, I will grant you a wish, such as "

Kael'thas whispered.

Vaschi was stunned.

"This can't be, Lord Illidan won't agree!"

She shook her head desperately.

"No, he'll be obedient."

Kael'thas confidently said:

"I know what he wants."

Since Kilgardan can completely control Illidan with his strength, it is even more unlikely that Illidan will go against the will of Kael'thas as the Well of the Sun. (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. )

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