Cursed Lands.\\

After healing Mavi's scars with his own hands, Kael'thas left her side.

He began the chase as agreed - and did not return to Quel'Thalas.

The silver dragon spreads its wings and soars, enjoying the baptism of the cold wind in the sky.

The white moonlight illuminated the desert of the Cursed Lands below, and through the scars of decay, Kael'thas headed south.

Mavi and the watchmen had to eat and rest, and it was obvious that the speed of the chase could not keep up immediately.

Kael'thas thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that he would find a cave to place the Silver Dragon.

He watched the veins of the mountains, looking for the dwelling places of the beasts and the bears—and for a long time he had finally discovered them.

It's a leopard family's cave, don't ask why leopards have caves, because this world is too normal.

Kael'thas turned into a jing spirit and walked in, he wanted to get rid of the leopards inside, but there were indeed several small leopards in front of him.

The mother leopard raised her fur and whined softly, protecting the little leopards tightly behind.

Its cautious appearance made Kael'thas change his mind.

If the leopard can be terrified of him based on his breath, there is no need to kill senselessly.

Kael'thas took over the deepest part of the cave with great fanfare, squinting at it, just as he thought - the leopards did not dare to approach it in the slightest.

He closed his eyes in reassurance.

【Let's meet Quelsala】

The thought had just come to mind, but an inexplicable sleepiness suddenly enveloped Kael'thas.

He was slightly stunned, and then walked his mind along the sleepy side.

A long dream begins.

This is a dream about the history of Jing Ling, from the time when the stars were shining 10,000 years ago to the present, and the original Jing Ling Prince.

-- On the other side.

Kalia and Varian returned to the camp with their soldiers in heavy hearts.

They were greeted by a desolate atmosphere.

"Your Majesty Solas, he"

Despite some disbelief that the old friend would die so easily, Varian couldn't help but ask because of the atmosphere.

"Well, Your Majesty Varian, our White Spoon friends"

Magni took two steps forward sadly, shaking his head helplessly:

"His Majesty Solas has left."

You never know what the next moment will be - this is the battlefield.

Any familiar entry may die at some point, which is also a sign of the battlefield.

"Let me go see him!"

Varian and Kalia walked around Magni, expecting to see the last of Solas's faces, but all they saw was a coffin.

"When you left, we found this in the ruins of the surrounding villages."

Lord Vorstad stood by the coffin and sighed:

"The dead are great, don't look at it, you won't want to see him now"

With such a huge explosion, combined with the flames, Soras's death was not good.

But even so, the king waited for Lord Vorstad to enter with his last breath.

"Your Majesty Kalia!"

Lord Furstad was facing Kalia when he suddenly said to her:

"His Majesty Solas left a will, he said to let you inherit the Arathi Heights!"

The news made the returning soldiers suddenly agitated.

“”

"I've seen Your Majesty!"

However, some of the soldiers dressed in Riptide costumes walked up to Kalia and knelt down to salute, proving the reliability of the story.

"Why?"

Kalia's hand holding the Ashbringer trembled a little, asking with mixed joy and sadness.

She certainly understands the benefits of inheriting Fort Riptide.

As long as Soras's will remains, Kalia will be able to take over the Arathi Heights as a matter of course, quickly extinguish the rebellion, and send an army to attack Lordaeron.

And not only that.

Kalia is the king of Lordaeron and Alterac, and she will accept the Arathi Heights, and the whole of the north will be hers.

Ignoring the self-enclosed Gulness, Kalia became the veritable king of the North.

Even if she didn't occupy Lordaeron, Arathi Heights and Hillsbrad, as well as Alterac, would be enough for her to live in.

"One is because Riptide Castle must be inherited, otherwise it will immediately fall into civil strife."

"And His Majesty's most trusted heir to Solas went to Draenor a few years ago, and his news is unknown, and the other selections are not for His Majesty Solas to appreciate."

Lord Vorstad walked by the coffin and explained.

Karia was also impressed by the Successor who had gone to Draenor - but she had forgotten her name.

"Second, Your Majesty Solas thinks it would be better for you to be king."

Lord Vorstad goes on to add:

"Fort Riptide has not been developed because of its small territory, and the people have suffered a lot from the war."

"But if Fort Riptide were to be annexed to Alterac and Lordaeron, it would be able to get more benefits and wouldn't be forced into war."

"Her Majesty Kalia"

He glanced at the Riptide Castle soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, and finally said:

"His Majesty Solas thinks you can take Riptide to prosperity and bring him a more beautiful life for the people."

"Are you willing to accept it?"

Kalia finally understood.

Varian is the main entrant of the Southern Kingdom, far from Riptide Castle

And the classification cannot be easily controlled by other races, in this case, the most sensible choice is Kalia.

Solas renounced his bloodline and gave the inheritance to Kalia in order to prevent ** from harming his people again.

Unexpected male in.

The fate of the horror is going.

Perhaps Sylvanas could not have expected this outcome, her assassination had dragged on for some time, but it was unable to stop the Coalition's invasion in the first place.

As long as Kalia accepts Riptide Castle's rule, she will be able to quell the rebellion in a short time and lead an even stronger alliance to attack.

And Kalia did accept this authority.

"I do."

At the time she said this, the entire northern class belonged to the same body.

Kalia. Minethir, Queen of Lordaeron, Alterac and Riptide Castle, Ruler of the Silver Hand - the perfect union of royal and military power.

The two queens, who symbolize good and evil, still can't avoid their white spoon war?

- "For, Quel'Thalas..."

In the dream, Prince Jing Ling shouted his last words and fell to the ground covered in blood.

Kael'thas watched in silence.

This is indeed his dream, and only he knows this history.

But it wasn't his dream either, because it wasn't something he recalled voluntarily.

After the dream ended, some strange fluctuations came.

"The King of Dreams?"

Kael'thas finally understood all this, and he sneered:

"Want to drag me in? It's a shame it's too early. ”

Reaching out, Kael'thas snapped his fingers, and the whole dream scattered like a mirror.

He stepped out.

"Father."

It seemed as if a weak voice was calling out to Kael'thas, and he opened his eyes slightly.

The bright sun shone over, and a dream unconsciously made time go into vain.

He looked down at the jade-free ground, at the young Jing Spirit with the staff, Anvina—how could she be here?

Kael'thas looked around the hall with amazement, and then saw Lotherma.

"Lotherma, you brought her here?"

He asked.

"Yes, Your Highness, Princess Avena has something to tell you."

Lotherma bowed her head and replied with some trepidation.

She didn't tell Kael'thas that it was Sylvanas' orders.

Anvena didn't know where her father was and kept clamoring to see him, while Sylvanas took the trouble of ordering Lotherma to take her to meet Kael'thas.

The gentle Sylvanas gradually discovered the anomaly as time passed, and the orders she gave were more to test the truth about Kael'thas.

That is, the fact that he is the Well of the Sun.

But Kael'thas saw through the truth at a glance - Anvena couldn't see Lotherma, how could she possibly ask Lotherma to do something?

It must have been Sylvanas' arrangement.

But Kael'thas didn't want her to know about the Well of the Sun for the time being, and this Sylvanas didn't really have to think about anything.

All she had to do was stay in Quel'Salas and help govern the kingdom in her spare time.

But Kael'thas turned his gaze to Avena for the time being, asking her what was the matter.

"Can I go to the Outlands to fight?"

Xiao Jingling replied, her ears shaking, it was a sign that she was expecting something.

"I can't."

Unfortunately, Kael'thas shook his head and rejected her, looking up at the side of the dead end, thinking that Draenor was not a joke.

Onexia almost had an accident, how could Anvina pass?

He then explained:

"The Outlands are too dangerous for you, wait until I build them into a back garden."

"But father, didn't you make me the guardian of Jing Ling? Why am I always not allowed to go to battle? ”

Xiao Jingling raised the staff in his hand, and the red jewel on it shone brightly, and asked unhappily.

"That's because you're not strong enough."

Kael'thas smiled:

"You need to be stronger."

He paused, and suddenly felt a new call.

"Lotherma."

Kael'thas ignored the little jingling spirit and slowly closed his eyes.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Lotherma replied with a respectful salute.

Anvina's mouth was immediately covered, as if she was being picked up by a person, and her body involuntarily moved outside.

[Again...]

The same feeling as when she came, Anvina didn't dare to speak out because she was afraid, and she gave up struggling.

At this time, Kael'thas saw Anvena who was leaving, and was suddenly stunned again.

The Black Dragon Princess's contract can support him to go to Draenor, so what about Anvina, who is a fragment of the Well of the Sun?

This little jin520xs exists in Draenor, and the power in her body is closely related to Kael'thas - that is, maybe Xing is very large.

After the mind turned.

In the end, Kael'thas didn't come to a conclusion for the time being, as Anvena could also be in danger in Draenor.

He liked the child very much, and he didn't want to sacrifice her at will.

When he thinks about whether there is any way to protect Avena, there is no hurry to think about it.

Now, Kael'thas had to see what had summoned him.

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