Akmund strode away from Quel'Thalas. [~]

Arthas followed, and he dealt with some mages on the road before finding his companion from a coffin.

A dark soul.

At the call of Neozu, the soul twisted into an illusory banshee, and then screamed and followed Arthas out of Quel'Thalas.

She forgets everything that happened before her death, and is born full of resentment and indifference.

The Banshee King

This is the name that Naozu gave her.

In the ruins of the Well of the Sun Palace, there are many elves crying

The black dragon circled and flew by, letting Kael'thas down.

The prince clutched his chest, enduring the pain of emptiness all the way.

The destruction of the Well of the Sun made all the elves feel empty and tired, and weakness reduced their strength, which was the effect of demonic addiction.

The source of energy that has shone on the entire country for thousands of years, once it disappears, the addiction will increase day by day.

As time passes, more and more elves will be consumed by this deadly addiction, and then lose their hearts and become famous heartbreakers in later generations.

The mindless will frantically absorb all the magical energy they can feel, and this addiction will continue to spread among the elves, making more elves become such crazy demon-loving creatures.

In order to save the people corrupted by demonic addiction, the original Kael'thas embarked on a path of no return.

But

This time was different, he already knew the solution to his addiction.

The bodies of Anastarian and the queen were surrounded by elves. They silently moved out of the way, letting Kael'thas inside.

The handsome king lay on his back with a smile on his face. Holding his wife's hand tightly.

Kael'thas slowly crouched down.

He caressed it with trembling hands, feeling their cold cheeks between the two loved ones.

It was the first time he had seen the queen.

This noble silver-haired woman. It has a very gentle face, which is far more beautiful than in the portrait.

This is Kael'thas mother.

But in the end, they still can't see each other?

Kael'thas, who had already understood everything, had not yet heard her voice.

"Finally seeing you."

No, maybe there are still miracles. []

A pair of hands wrapped around Kael'thas from behind, a pair of phantom hands that glowed with a faint white light.

Kael'thas turned his face and saw a face that was exactly as beautiful as it was on the ground.

"Mom"

He opened his mouth. A little trembling opening.

"Well, it's me."

The phantom smiled, tears in his eyes:

"Your father used his power to keep me a little longer, and I was finally able to see you"

"My little Kyle's mom can hold you this time"

"I'm sorry all the time, but"

She curled her eyebrows. Soft and warm touch to Kael'thas with his hand:

"You're my proudest child"

Kael'thas opened his eyes wide, his face filled with sadness and pain, but he couldn't cry

"Ahh

With his mouth open, maybe he wanted to cry, but the tears didn't condense in the slightest.

"Needless to say、I know thank you"

The queen hugged him with tears, and her body turned into white light and slowly disappeared:

Kael'thas stayed where he was, lost and lost.

He crouched on the ground, staring at his parents' corpses like statues

After a long time, Solan Lian also clutched her chest and staggered here.

She threw herself at Kael'tham's side.

"Your Highness"

The astral sorcerer held out his hand, but he didn't dare touch Kael'thas.

"Solan Liane"

Kael'thas turned his head slowly. With empty eyes, he looked at her and asked:

"Why can't I cry?"

The sorcerer's eyes immediately turned red. …,

"That's because His Highness hasn't slept for a long time."

She replied.

Ever since Akmund came, Kael'thas hadn't slept for a long time.

His eyes had long since become dry, and he could not squeeze out tears.

"Is that so?"

Kael'thas held out his hand and looked at it. []

Dry gaze, painful gaze, pain in every blink of an eye

He clenched his hands a little. Then he stood up.

"Order, close Quel'Thalas!"

Kael'thas heard over the dusty ruins.

"Yes."

Some of the mages bowed.

They faithfully carried out the prince's orders and would deliver them to the border in a matter of minutes.

But Solan Lian was terrified:

"Your Highness, what are you going to do!?"

The result that had been foreseen for a long time still frightened her at the moment.

"My people are being corrupted by demonic addiction and must reforge the Well of the Sun."

Kael'thas replied indifferently.

"With your life!?"

Solanlian shouted.

Kael'thas is the Son of God, an aggregate of the Well of the Sun, who can reactivate the Well of the Sun with himself as his own body.

But the cost is enormous.

"My body can withstand this force without shattering."

Kael'thas ignored Solan Lian and stepped forward.

The sorcerer tugged at the hem of his trousers.

"Don't Your Highness, please don't"

With tears in her eyes, she pleaded:

"You don't know what the outcome will be, it will cost you everything!"

Kael'thas didn't turn his head.

"Miracles come at a price."

"I will become a god, and even if I lose my feelings completely, I will not change my original path."

He said so. Solanlian's eyes widened in fear.

"You know everything?"

She asked with a shudder.

The risks of activating the Sunwell are enormous

If successful, the nascent Well of the Sun will operate around Kael'thas . However, the mortal soul cannot receive information from the entire world or even from countless planes—it will be shattered and reassembled in a massive energy blast.

Kael'thas would become a true deity, a well of the sun without feelings but thoughts.

That ending. That's the future that Solan Lian sees.

Solanlian saw it all the moment she received the circle from Mephites a few years ago: the Well of the Sun would be activated, but there would be no emotion in the prince's golden moment.

He will not love, he will not hate, he will not rejoice, and he will never grieve again

For a long time, Kael'thas lived simply as a god, and no one could reach him.

This is an ending that Solanlian cannot accept

She has been struggling with a changed ending

But. Why would Kael'thas know?

"Yes, I already know everything."

The elven prince didn't answer the question, but he said it anyway, and then glanced around. stared at Lotherma:

"Including everything that happened in the past, I know it"

He stepped forward and tore the hem of his trousers from Solan Lian's hand.

The footsteps did not stop, there was no hesitation.

"Solan Liane"

"Thank you"

That last sound, melted into the wind.

Cold tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped silently to the ground.

No matter how long the insomnia was, no matter how dry the eyes, Kael'thas eventually flowed out.

However, the tears that had been too late for a long time could not restore his broken heart.

[I didn't do anything]

This time, though, Kael'thas won't fail again. …,

Years of hard work, looking back. Everything is like an illusory cloud

Nothing but strength is useless.

"Wow!!"

Solanlian fell to the ground and began to cry, and she wept as she recited the incantation.

The Flame Strike trembled, and the runestones of the entire Quel'Thalas began to glow.

The elements trembled, connected, and a huge circle formed.

It swirled in golden light and slowly rose into the sky, covering the entire Quel'Thalas.

The prince was crying

He needs help

It's a golden picture, when all the elves with empty hearts look up. You can see its reflection on its back.

The young prince, with his cloak torn, staggered towards the well of the sun, which had been extinguished

finally

They know, they understand.

That was the last hope, the hope that needed to be sacrificed by the prince

"Woohoo"

At some point, the sound of weeping sounded on the ground.

One, two

More and more elves are crying.

Tiny flames appeared in the dark forest, and this light flickered and swayed in the wind.

"That's our prince, the future king"

Someone whimpered.

More and more flames appeared, erupted, and spread from one village to one forest to the whole of Quel'Salas in an instant.

Whether it's a warrior fighting demons on the battlefield or a child looking back at his home on the ocean

Everyone raised their hands and put their souls, their own beliefs, into their hands, and let the tiny flames burn.

The circle is absorbing faith.

At the gates of Silvermoon City, Liadrin, who picked up Queldra with her hand and crouched on the ground, raised her head.

She saw the entire night sky covered in light, and countless flames flew from the ground towards the circle

This dazzling light dims the stars, as if they were the well of the sun for regeneration

Queldra began to tremble in her arms.

"Woo, woo, aaa!!"

She threw her head back and wept, crying hoarsely.

Nothing was done

Once again, she didn't do anything.

What's the point of being a pastor if it's destined to be unguarded?

A ship enters Quel'Salas, and Valella tilts her head on deck.

Tears rolled down her eyes

What did she do when she put down the dagger?

Golden light fell from the sky and converged on Kael'thas's back, burning a brilliant flame on him.

This fire from all the elves burns、Guardian his path

"The people are crying, this path must be right."

He whispered, stepping into the well of the sun that had been extinguished

From this point on, no one will be able to get in the way of the elves. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )