Adana's submission adds an extra bonus to Kael'thas for it. ,!

However, he knew very well that this gain would not help him at the moment, and that a single North Springs Harpy was not even as important as a legendary professional.

Kael'tham's real goal is the participation of the entire world of Harpies, and when all the Harpy clans, hundreds of thousands of people, are submitted, the benefits they bring will increase dramatically.

As long as they find a way to help the Harpy improve their individual strength, they will surely become very useful subordinates as well.

And in this world, there are not many subordinate races that can be so easily subdued and can maintain absolute control. What's more, all Kael'thas has to do is make an illusory agreement.

So he was very happy to see Aedanna submit, and then gave his first order - gather all the Harpy clans.

He didn't need Adanna to use violence to conquer the other Harpies, but he did ask her to connect and gather the leaders of the other clans for further development.

After giving this order again, Kael'thas teleported Adanna back to Firath.

He sent a notice to Solanlian and the others in the ancient city of Eresaras, asking them to secretly help the Harpy in their operations.

With all that done, he turned his gaze back to the inner workings of Quel'Thalas.

The last doppelganger had been destroyed in the Well of Eternity, and Kael'thas had to make a new one.

This time the doppelganger is still a legend, but unfortunately, the requirements for physical integrity of the holy level seem to be very high, and his skills are still not up to it.

"It's too weak."

Kael'thas looked at the breakup ahead and felt very dissatisfied.

A clone of the legend. It can't even guarantee his initiative in the face of Illidan next time.

"Disperse for me."

With a wave of his hand, he smashed the new body that had been so hard made into golden mangs.

How can you make the clone stronger?

Kael'thas began to meditate.

Before he could figure out what to do, the flaming blow that was levitating around him suddenly glowed and trembled.

"Huh?"

Kael'thas looked at the holy sword with some confusion.

Is there anything you want to tell him?

He reached out and gently grasped the hilt of the Flame Strike.

"Groan—"

The sword hissed, transmitting its thoughts.

"Want a scabbard?"

Kael'thas widened his eyes in surprise, and then a flash of inspiration.

I see-

"Haha, scabbard. Good idea! ”

He didn't hesitate to compliment the holy sword, then let go of his hand and let it float in front of him.

Kael'thas had previously fallen into a misunderstanding: what he needed was not the physical strength of the clone, but the overall strength of the clone.

If you can't make the clone very strong. Then hand him a powerful weapon.

Before that, the power to kill a saint-level professional with a clone holding the Flame Strike was enough, and the only drawback was that it could not be used for a long time.

And if you cooperate with the Flame Strike to create a clone with a high degree of fit, you can use the Holy Sword without any scruples. Isn't the effect the same?

Scabbard, Kael'thas was moved.

He wants to make the clone into a scabbard that can wield the Flame Strike at will, and there will be no rival under the demigods!

As soon as he thought of it, Kael'thas immediately moved his hand.

He used the Flame Strike as the core, plus a few phoenix feathers, and some of the blood he had re-discarded.

After a long time, the new doppelganger was done again.

This doppelganger is no different from the main body, but under the slender and thin appearance, there is the most terrifying weapon in the world.

"Done"

Kael'thas looked at the clone with satisfaction, and then the main body returned to mid-air and fell back into a deep sleep.

Golden bubbles emerge. Protecting his body, it prevents any accidents.

The doppelganger then opened his eyes.

In an instant, lightning flashed, and a rich murderous aura permeated the entire palace.

Kael'thas frowned—he wasn't used to thrifting the power in his body.

"Flame Strike!"

The palm of his hand was upward, and the flame blow surfaced strangely little by little.

It spun excitedly in the air, and Kael'thas grabbed it. It's like one body.

No side effects -

He retracted the flaming blow with peace of mind, completely concealed his aura, and turned his whole person back into a legendary mage.

"It's time to go back to Silvermoon City and have a look."

Kael'thas looked at the sky to the north, the Blue Dragon King still hadn't returned, and he decided to go to Silvermoon City first to wait.

He stomped his feet in the void, and his clone rose into the sky. Fly towards Silvermoon City.

There are actually some subtle changes to this clone, and the way it travels now is more like the flight of a sword than the teleportation and floating of a mage.

In fact, the mage's skills are still there, but Kael'thas instinctively knows the new method, and this feeling is amazing.

The golden light streaked across the ocean and flew swiftly towards the Tower of the Sunchase.

Before going to meet the others, Kael'thas was going to see Sylvanas.

However, before he could reach the window of the room, the whole person slammed on the brakes in shock.

The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard floated upward, and the smiling woman leaned against the window edge and looked at her soft gaze.

"Kael'thas"

A familiar voice, a familiar timbre, Sylvanas stood like this, blonde hair fluttering in the wind.

For several months, the beauty of this woman did not decay in the slightest.

However, after waiting for so long, Kael'thas no longer knew what was in his heart, too much, too chaotic and too complicated

All of them made him make only one move.

"Welcome back."

His figure vanished, and then appeared in front of Sylvanas, hugging her tightly.

"Welcome back, Sister Sylvanas"

Smelling the familiar scent, Kael'thas said with some amusement.

She deceived him, but he never complained—for he knew how long this woman had been with him.

From birth, growth, war

No matter what time it is. Sylvanas was all there for him.

"You already know, Kael'thas

Surprised, Sylvanas embraced Kael'thas as well.

"I just woke up and heard you call me sister, and my sleep during this time may not be bad."

She rejoiced.

Kael'thas smiled wryly.

"You can't sleep anymore, it's going to be nerve-wracking for a lot of people."

He looked at Winlesa, who was lying on the bed, and the girl in charge of the care had fallen asleep again—probably the bed that Sylvanas had put her on when she had woken up.

Kael'thas stepped out of Sylvanas's arms.

"How long have you been awake?"

He then asked curiously.

"Just got up."

Sylvanas gently straightened his clothes, and then replied:

"I don't understand what's going on either. The blood in my body was restless last night, and I got up in the morning."

Undoubtedly, it is the effect of the Well of Eternity.

It's still morning. Kael'thas looked at Sylvanas's slightly puzzled eyes, but still reassured him and said nothing.

Sylvanas lost consciousness at the time of the Akmund invasion, and she had no idea what had happened in those days. Including Kael'thas about it, he didn't want to say it from his own mouth.

The two of them woke up Winlessa, who was still sleeping, and the little ranger jumped for joy when he saw Sylvanas wake up.

"I'm going to write to Sister Aurelia about this, and she's going crazy with joy!"

After Wen Lesa said a few words, she remembered her eldest sister and couldn't wait to act.

"You take Sylvanas to wash it first, she hasn't bathed in a while, hasn't she?"

Kael'thas interrupted Winlessa's agitation, then added:

"I'll let Aurelia know, you don't have to worry."

He said this. Wen Lesa naturally did not dare to disobey.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

She took the task with some shame, and then dragged Sylvanas outside.

Kael'thas followed suit.

"I'll look for you later."

Sylvanas said this, and walked to the side with Winlessa.

"Father!!"

Suddenly, Anvina, who was wearing a princess dress, rushed over from the other side.

"Your Royal Highness the little princess. Slow down! ”

Some mages nervously followed her ass.

Hearing these voices, Sylvanas's body, which had not yet gone far, immediately turned into a stone statue.

She stiffened her head a little, and saw Avena who had thrown herself into Kael'thas arms, her whole face turning white.

"How long did I sleep?"

She asked, staring blankly.

"A few months, what's wrong?"

Wen Lesa tilted her head, and replied with some confusion.

"A few months!?"

Sylvanas' eyes widened. She pointed at Anvina tremblingly, with a hint of crying:

"You're saying the child was born a few years ago?"

How is this possible!

What woman avoided her constant surveillance and silently broke into Kael'thas's arms?

Sylvanas felt like she was going crazy.

"Oh, you said Anvina."

Wen Leisa now understood what her second sister was talking about.

Her face changed slightly, and she immediately shook her hand and explained:

"No, you're mistaken! Anvena is not the biological daughter of Her Highness. ”

"In fact, for some reasons, she is now the adopted daughter of His Highness."

Adopt?

Sylvanas' eyes lit up again, and a smile bloomed across her face.

"That's it, I'll say it earlier."

She patted her chest a little relaxedly:

"Scared the hell out of me"

Winlessa looked at Sylvanas a little strangely.

I don't know if it's a hallucination, she feels that this second sister seems to be a little different from her previous personality.

But there's nothing wrong with memory and speech.

"Wen Lessa."

Sylvanas interrupted Winlessa's thoughts, then pointed at Avena and smiled:

"Go and get that child to come and take a bath with you, I want to see her."

[Get along well with that child.] 】

She thought with joy.

Winlessa looked at Anvena and Kael'thas, who was a little distressed.

[His Royal Highness the Prince must be happy to let Avena go. 】

She was convinced of this, and nodded:

"I'll go." (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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