A golden skirt with wide sleeves.

Valella wore her long hair like golden satin. The beautiful neck and collarbone peeking out of the collar make the skin as white and flawless as feather.

"Don't you really regret it?"

His father, an elven man in golden armor with a long sword at his waist, spoke to make one last confirmation:

"It's too late to escape."

Valella looked up at her father with a calm expression.

The elven man's eyes glistened with the same guilt as he had then, and when the magic failed, he looked at Valella like this, and then quietly let her go.

Valella knew that she would not have been able to escape without her father.

She was grateful to this father, but at the same time, why didn't she feel guilty for this father?

He wants me to be a real thief more than anyone else. 】

Valera was no longer willing to let this father wander.

"I don't want to run away."

As she spoke, she sat quietly on top of the circular giant ** array.

"Your Highness the Prince can't come down, Valella."

The man crouched and stared at Valera in pain:

"Your plan can't succeed, because his guide won't bring him here."

This daughter wants Kael'thas to change her fate.

But the plan was too simple, and she didn't understand that it could be easily changed if others wanted to.

"Even so, I'm tired of it."

"I want to change everything now."

Valera looked at her father:

"Even if I forget everything and become a different person."

"Someday, I'll be able to get these things back."

Her eyes flowed with thoughts that no one could understand, but they made the father feel the change in her.

"You've grown up like your mother"

The man's face showed a sad look that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He slowly stood up, his hand clenched at his sword.

"Valera, it's your choice."

"Thank you"

He thanked him, and walked out in solitude.

The nightmare scene echoed in his mind, years of guilt, years of regret, this time it was up to his daughter to make up for it.

"Prepare to cast a spell."

- "Her father too?" ”

On the galloping carriage of the Yongge Forest, Kael'thas looked at the guide in front of him with a little surprise, the old elf who called himself the 'Marquis of Sangunar'.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The old elf smiled, and a slight wrinkle could be seen between his eyebrows:

"Valera's father was Her Highness's bodyguard."

The mother is a maid and the father is a guard, and this combination looks unusually compatible.

"But that was a long time ago."

Solan Lian seemed to know about this, too, and spoke.

Kael'thas turned his gaze to Solan Liane:

"Do you know what's going on?"

He had never heard Solanlian talk about it.

"Yes, Your Highness, I didn't know they were Valera's parents."

Solan Lian said with some regret:

"I know they're because they're famous."

"In the Troll War more than two hundred years ago, these two men were seriously wounded, but they still protected Her Highness."

She did not say anything about the queen's injury, almost in passing:

"After this, both of them did not return to Her Highness because of their injuries."

The truth is much more than that, the troll's attack on Queen Quel'Salas 200 years ago was a success, and despite the desperate protection of all the guards, the queen was still killed.

Not just her, but even the child in her belly.

For a time, the whole of Quel'Salas fell into darkness.

A hint of gloom flashed in the old elf's eyes.

"Valera's parents were unable to go back to the battlefield when they returned, and her mother died a few years after giving birth to her."

He continued Solan Lian's words, but very tacitly did not mention the queen's question in front of Kael'thas:

"Valella was raised by her mother to be a very obedient and weak child, but she detected an extremely good talent for thieves after her mother's death."

"Quel'Salas has never had such a gifted child, and besides, she is still a thief, so everyone wants to educate Valella as a strong professional."

This is a must for Quel'Thalas, as the role of the thief is taken to the extreme when the trolls sneak up on the queen, and many elves consider this class to be the most feared and rewarding class.

And for the Sangunar family, it was nothing short of fateful.

The thieves had hurt them and brought them shame, and they were ecstatic to recognize a child who was far more talented than a troll.

"However, we quickly realized that Valera had a huge flaw."

The old elf's eyes narrowed, and his voice became low:

"Valella's surname has been formed, and she is terrified, surprisingly weak, and indecisive even to kill"

"These surnames make her never a good thief."

Hearing this, Kael'thas finally understood.

"So, you did it to her soul?"

He asked coldly.

The old elf nodded slightly.

"At the suggestion of her father, we created a powerful magic to transform Valera's surname."

"The experiment was successful, but because the magic didn't really mature, Valera's surname cracked."

This gave rise to the current Valera.

The expressionless face and indifferent shots make it difficult to see what is going on in their hearts, which seems to be very consistent with the characteristics of the profession of thieves.

But at the same time, she is very lazy, hates training, and has the biggest flaws.

"Valera ran away after that, and now she's back, right?"

Kael'thas continued to ask.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The old elf saluted, and then added with some regret:

"Did you know that Valera was already a senior professional when she left, and after more than ten years, she has not improved at all."

This somewhat regretful remark wared Kael'thas of it.

"You were called by Valera, right?"

Kael'thas asked in a deep voice.

“”

The old elf was silent.

He couldn't lie in front of Kael'thas.

[I've been deceived! 】

Kael'thas felt a chill in his heart, and turned to look at Solan Lian:

"Solan Lian, are we on the right path now?"

The question stumped Solan Lianne.

"Your Highness, I can't see that clearly."

She explained with a little distress, but still closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

"It doesn't feel like it."

Solanlian sifted through the trajectory of fate, and finally caught Kael'thas to take a closer look, and then noticed a very slight gap.

Nothing will happen on the road ahead.

But Solanlian couldn't find the right way.

When she explained this to Kael'thas, Kael'thas's face darkened.

"Why are you leading us the wrong way?"

He asked the old elf a question, and Liadline looked at the old elf with some sadness.

"You lied to me."

She called out in a crisp voice.

"Little girl, if I could, I wouldn't want to lie to you."

The old elf glanced at Liadline with some guilt, then turned his gaze to Kael'thas:

"Your Highness, please forgive me for the expiration of my term, but this is the best way."

There was a slight fanatical color in his eyes:

"As long as Your Highness doesn't stop it, we can reinvent Valera and make her a perfect thief."

"Valella's qualifications are enough for her to quickly advance to the Saint Rank, which is a very valuable battle force for us in Quel'Thalas."

He didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with such behavior.

Kael'thas couldn't understand this traditional and ancient thing, but he knew that he was very angry right now.

"Have you ever thought about what happened to you?"

With a flame in his eyes, Kael'thas said coldly.

His look surprised the old elf a little, but the old elf quickly nodded.

"I know."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the old elf looked at Kael'thas and said gently:

"This is my offense, Your Highness can kill or chop me if you want to."

The old elf was nearing the end of his life, and he hadn't done much in his life, so he wasn't worried about his safety at all.

For him, exchanging this short lifespan for Quel'Thalas's powerful combat power may be a bargain.

"Stop."

The old elf's attitude made it impossible for Kael'thas to vent his anger, and he called out to stop the carriage, and then stared at the elf:

"Tell me the right location."

"Don't challenge my patience."

It was the first time Kael'thas had spoken so rudely to an elf, and an old elf.

The old elf laughed.

"Your Highness, it's too late, even if you rush over now, our magic will be completed."

He said such shocking words that he almost caused Kael'thas to draw his sword and cut him.

"Tell me!"

Kael'thas was riddled with arcane energy, and he didn't want to continue talking nonsense.

Whether it happened or not, he didn't think about it now, Kael'thas knew there was only one thing he could do.

[Rush over as fast as you can!] 】

Maybe it was his will that moved the old elf, or maybe the old elf didn't care.

"The Sangunar family is here"

The old elf gave Kael'thas the address.

After getting the address and making sure it was correct, Kael'thas dismounted from the carriage with the old elf in his hand.

"I don't want to disrespect the old man, but here you can reflect on your deception."

He laid the old elf on the grass by the side of the road, and after speaking coldly, he walked towards the carriage.

"Your Highness!"

The old elf looked at Kael'thas and asked:

"Why stop our loyalty?"

"Do you think that your subordinates are more important than Quel'Salas?"

He still didn't understand.

Kael'thas turned his head, his eyes shining with anger that did not decrease but increased:

"I need loyalty."

"But I don't need any elven sacrifice loyalty!"

(To be continued)