Unlike at night, the sky of Quel'Salas remained clear in the daylight, and its azure eyes were unpolluted, and they had been gently gazing at the mountains and houses below since ancient times.

Step into the arcane way, your cloak fluttering in the wind.

Kael'thas walked the path with a lonely look in his eyes, the aura of the arcane cheering around him, and as he walked, the arcane flames on both sides rose one after another.

The intense energy fluctuations were even more intense than when he first came here.

However, Kael'thas has grown up, and he no longer needs to grit his teeth and persevere, nor does he need to follow the old mage, he just walks simply, and the arcane has no effect on him.

This is because of his strength, but also because of his identity - the master of the Arcane Way.

From the time he embarked on this path, Kael'thas knew that the source of this glory was not from Anastarian, but from Mephites.

The Arcane Way is not in the hands of the king, but has been passed down all the way by noble arcane mages, and Mephites has carved the name of its third master, that is, Kael'thas, on it.

The name of the magic inscription cannot be changed, so that the Arcane Path cannot be touched by any other mage.

It fell on Kael'thas as a matter of course.

It turns out that the Arcane Way has a heart. After Mephites' death, it was speaking to Kael'thas with the elements, telling him history, telling him the owner of every arcane flame, and giving him every secret of the arcane way.

Kael'thas saw a picture of history before his eyes.

Thousands of years ago, when Quel'Salas was founded, countless arcane mages came together to create dozens of powerful arcane crystals with esoteric magic, and based on these crystals, they completed the long arcane path on the ground.

At every location along this path, the fire of life of an arcane mage is inscribed.

After the Arcane Dao floated into the sky, it became a sanctuary for arcane mages, and only the best mages of the High Elves were qualified to embark on this path.

Every mage who embarks on this path will be vetted by their ancestors, their qualifications changed, and they will unknowingly leave their mark, and then, at the time of death, an arcane fire will rise here.

Every arcane fire is a lost soul.

Countless teenagers appeared before Kael'thas saw him, and one by one, they passed along the path under the guidance of adult mages.

The phantom shuttled past and behind him, moving farther and farther ahead, but it was only a memory, so no one would notice Kael'thas's existence.

Kael'thas raised his eyes, and he spotted the most prominent of the teenagers.

The young child, holding a staff larger than his body, with a little trepidation and anticipation in his eyes, trotted after a handsome mage and walked into the distance.

"Teacher"

For some reason, Kael'thas cried out, his mouth recognizing the child's identity faster than his head.

As if hearing Kael'thas call, the kid stopped.

He turned around and began to grow rapidly, from a childish child to a proud teenager, then to an adult elf with a sneer on his lips, and then to the old mage with a gentle smile.

'Kael'thas

He opened his mouth, and no sound came out, but Kael'thas vaguely heard the familiar, gentle voice.

Kael'tham's eyes widened.

"Teacher"

He tried to move forward, but another figure passed by him.

It was a young child, wearing a red dress and a golden fluffy cape, looking very cute and familiar.

[That's me]

Kael'thas stopped, watching as the kid followed Mephites' figure and drifted away

He closed his eyes, searching for peace in his indelible thoughts.

Can't grieve—can't stop—Kael'thas thought to himself, causing the entire arcane elemental to tremble.

They are agreeing with this decision.

Stepping on their feet again, blue arcane fires glowing intensely on either side, obscuring the wind from high in the sky and paving a path for their new masters—the path to the end.

The roundabout corridor came to an end, and in front of me was a closed attic.

Kael'thas reached out and opened the door.

What unfolded before him was an attic full of bookcases and utensils, the same things that had been in the old days.

However, when Kael'thas stepped into it, the whole world changed

He seemed to hear a loud roar, and the door behind him suddenly shut, and when he came back to his senses, he had arrived in a strange place.

The boundless void stands out of thin air, surrounded by the light of countless stars.

"The Temple of the Firmament."

From the words that came out of Kael'thas's mouth, he seemed to understand it naturally.

His gaze turned to the middle of the stars, where a large, spiraling staircase stood with no end in sight.

"High Elf Library."

Kael'thas opened his eyes wide, shocked by the information he received.

Countless books float on the side of the huge spiral staircase, like bookshelves, and there will be one on the side of each staircase.

It turns out that the reason why Mephites is known as the guardian of the High Elves is not only because of his loyalty and protection of the race, but also because he guards the supreme treasure of the High Elves - the High Elf Library.

This library is different from the ones outside, each book is not a physical book, but a book condensed from the memories of the arcane fire.

In other words, this library is the crystallization of countless high elf mages for a lifetime, containing the world's largest and most profound knowledge of arcane mathematics from ancient times to the present.

Although it is a library, it can also be said to be a treasure house, and if other mages knew about it, it is estimated that Quel'Salas would immediately cause an attack from the outside world.

With a shock in his arms, Kael'thas walked up the stairs from the void and stepped on it.

"Please wait"

"Identity verification successful."

"Welcome, new Guardian."

"Welcome to the High Elf Library."

"You have access to the 'Qualifications as Legendary', and the library is only open to the 'Legendary Professionals' who have the permissions, the Race-Exclusive High Elves."

"The grant of permissions should be filled out by the Guardian in the Library Wizard."

"The library of this book cultivates saint-level professionals."

"If you interpret 80 percent of this book, you can become a god."

(To be continued)