The night was red and dark with the flames of war.

Swords and tomahawks collided, arrows rained down on the sky, holy light and evil fire fought fiercely, and lives struggled to the death—and then fell.

Except for a few priests who were rescuing the wounded in the rear, no one stopped advancing.

The leaping flames burned to the other side of the mountain, and the huge black steel gate was close in front of me. The aura of the portal that connects to the unknown world and can continue to provide reinforcements to Mathridon is terrifying and pungent.

However, the strength of the Burning Legion, which has conquered countless worlds and planes, is unstoppable, and the best time to destroy the portal is when it is not in use.

Kael'thas felt the sweat in his palms, and he took a deep breath as he walked forward in the heat of battle.

"Follow me to seal that door!"

Spellbreakers and warriors with golden shields swarmed around him, their shields glowing with veins of azure runes, and any chaotic light that raged was crushed by them before reflecting back.

The elements of chaos and restlessness, not a trace of them were left at all.

The silver-white pioneers were like a roaring torrent, carving a path for them to be strewn with corpses.

Kael'thas shook with the glow of fire on his face as he looked up at the steel door in the night.

A faint golden flame rose from him, followed by a howl from the Black Dragon Princess, and a huge stream of arcane energy poured out of her body, frantically surging towards Kael'thas.

The fact that a doppelganger cannot store too much power does not mean that he cannot use it.

The Spellbreakers protected Kael'thas on the perimeter, his hands merging. A huge, illusory golden sword stretched out from his hand.

It only takes a moment, just a moment, and he can condense the power of the destruction portal.

However, someone did not allow him to go so well.

With a flick of his palm, Nesario silently infiltrated the earth with the power he had already prepared, teleporting dozens of demonic guards who were fighting the paladins into the encirclement of the spellbreakers.

The sudden turn of events brought the entire battlefield to a halt.

"Little one!!"

Onexia roared and swooped down with her wings outstretched, and the spellbreakers turned to save them in an instant.

Their reflexes are incredibly fast, but they can't outcompete the demon guards.

In the midst of rampant laughter, the tomahawk slashed at the unsuspecting Kael'thas.

Liadline turned back to the scene, dilating her pupils in fear.

[Your Highness! 】

It's too far away for anyone to save

Nightmare returns.

Troll wars, orc wars, demon invasions, long wars have precipitated in her life. A bystander every time.

Watching the death of a fighter, the death of a teammate, the death of Salorian, the people who should be protected struggle with grief.

She was afraid, she was afraid, she was trembling

Have you found the way? Little Leah'

A familiar voice whispered in her ear.

"Mom?"

Liadline murmured blankly, looking at the sword in her hand.

The light that Queldra radiated seemed to sound the words of the previous master.

[This sword is not given to you in a daze, if you don't change it, you can't do anything.] 】

She couldn't help but run.

I don't know why, but she's not the pastor anymore, there's no need to think, there's no need to be timid, that's what she's doing now.

In an instant, Liadline suddenly understood what the astral was looking at all along.

On the raging battlefield, she understood the gaze, and her gaze was on her childish body.

The child I met for the first time.

"I'll take care of it!"

The light blooms. The paladin's body turned into a flash of light and disappeared into the battlefield.

"Boom"!

The battle axe shattered under the sudden appearance of the Holy Light Enchantment, and the long sword turned into a long rainbow that tore apart the bodies of all demons.

Flesh and blood. Liadrin's back to Kael'thas bears the baptism of blood alone.

"Thank you."

The golden sword was held high, and the night sky was dyed golden.

"Destruction!"

The sword swung down, and the power struck the steel gate, and the arcane roared like a tsunami, and the earth shook, golden ripples rippled in the air, and the portal shattered and collapsed like glass.

After a loud bang, the dust was blown away by the evening breeze. Everything fell into peace.

"Victory, victory"

The Shatterers who witnessed it all bit their tongues in shock, and after years of fighting, this was the first time they had seen the defeat of the Burning Legion - a fiasco with no room for error!

Liadline let go of her sword, her blood on her face and staring blankly at the sky.

The movement behind her told her the answer.

Their Royal Highness, who was once so weak, is now stronger than anyone else.

But no matter how powerful he is, he still needs to be protected

"Regret"

Deathwing, hiding in the shadows, sighed in disappointment. But he didn't want to be found after all, and disappeared quietly.

Tonight's battle was over, with the Elven coalition winning a landslide victory and the Hellfire Peninsula falling into the hands of Kael'thas.

But that's just a marginal place.

"Eradicate all the remaining demons."

Kael'thas turned and ordered the end to be finished.

He led the Spellbreakers back through the Iron Gate. Liadline hurried back to continue the fight.

Some mages hurried over.

"Your Highness!"

They nervously reported to Kael'thas, who had a bad face.

Deathwing's movements did not leave a trace in the outside world, so the mages were misled into the ploy of the demons themselves.

There are still a large number of Ereda wizards left on the battlefield, so this conclusion is not surprising.

Although there were some suspicions, the subsequent examination did not reveal any signs of outsiders, and in the end, Kael'thas had to accept this statement.

As the moon passes, the last demon is destroyed, and the elves begin to sweep the battlefield.

Kael'thas walked back with the large group.

Late at night before dawn. After the residual heat of the battlefield passed, the wind blowing on the red earth quickly became cold and permeating.

The Harpies flying in front of them landed in the middle of the group, not to mention the Shatterers.

But the Draenei were wrapped in thin clothes and had no complaints, and they looked cautiously at Kael'thas, the elven prince who walked in the moonlight on a white bird, with silver glowing and a soft look in the depths of his eyes.

There is also the huge team around him, and the different races serve the common good, and everyone's face shows a strong conviction.

It seems that there is no need to doubt it.

The legion in front of them is exactly what the Shatterers need, and the only one that can accept them.

A Breaker took a few nervous steps forward.

"Your Royal Highness."

He was a bit of a tongue-twister learning what other people called Kael'thas as he called it.

No one has stipulated that only people of the same race can call their own prince a prince, just as Kael'thas can also call Varian 'His Majesty'.

Of course. It would be more accurate to prefix the title with a racial prefix.

"Huh?"

Kael'thas turned his head and motioned for him to continue.

"Did you come to this world to destroy demons? If that's the case, I think we Breakers will be happy to follow you. ”

The young Breakers tactfully expressed their intentions.

As long as Kael'thas responds in the affirmative now, then at least the first Breakers will be able to subdue them logically.

But he did not hide his ambitions for this.

"No, destroying demons is just a process."

Kael'thas turned his head, looked up at the moon, and said unceremoniously:

"What I want is domination of this world."

The Hellfire Peninsula has been taken, and no matter what, you have to contact other forces, and there is no need to hide and put on a show.

These things can't be hidden.

Instead of waiting for someone to make a credibility problem later, it is better to take the opportunity to tell others in a big way.

Kael'thas wasn't worried about causing outrage. The current Draenor should have at least 2 forces intent on domination, something that everyone knows.

The Elven Alliance is certainly no weaker than the others.

Originally, Illidan brought a group of soy sauce to complete the hegemony. In Kael'thas's hands, can it still turn over?

"Domination?"

The Breaker made a big jump, and his expression suddenly became nervous:

"Are you going to wage war against everyone?"

His words silenced Kael'thas for a long time.

"No, I will only wage war against those who oppose it, eradicate those who threaten, and will not slaughter their compatriots after victory."

As long as the Well of Eternity is built, this world is a back garden, and no one can threaten him.

Even if there is hatred, it will not affect him.

“”

The Shattered looked terrified.

Kael'thas glanced at his face and continued:

"I will establish a kingdom ruled by the supreme authority. Residency of all races is permitted. ”

He sneered:

"But each race has different cultures and traditions, and I don't mean to force them together, and I don't believe that everyone has the mentality to be open enough to accommodate each other."

Even if the earth enters the 21st century, the human world will still not be able to form a complete tolerance, and this world is even more so.

History is accustomed to war, and discrimination, contradictions, and dissatisfaction between races may erupt at any time, and it is impossible to imagine complete integration.

All Kael'thas wanted to do was establish an authoritative rule that no one could resist. It is just a matter of restraining racial strife as much as possible and assigning them different territorial lives.

Stop wars, promote exchanges, and preserve the land where every race lives.

Tens of thousands of years later. It will also be able to gradually change the minds of future generations.

This is what the Well of Eternity can do, and it is what Kael'thas can do

He was tired of fighting, and he didn't want to be controlled.

“”

The fear on the Shatterer's face was replaced by consternation, and he thought for a moment, then finally lowered his head:

"Please let us follow you."

This was their last chance, because even Naru didn't accept them.

Elves are more inclusive than Naru.

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