The Well of the Sun. ,!

The body of the silver dragon lay quietly in the well water, and Kael'thas floated above it, carefully probing his body with spells.

And just as he expected, the bloodline of the Silver Dragon was too strong.

The truth is that because the body is directly molded into adulthood, the soul does not fully adapt to the body, so that the wild instinct of being a dragon is free.

The problem is neither big nor small.

As the acclimatization time increases, Kael'thas is soon able to suppress his body's impulses.

But it would take at least a month, and he couldn't afford to wait so leisurely now.

Determined to find a way to reduce the effect of his blood, he headed to the High Elf Library to find the spells he needed.

The silver dragon changed form again, transforming into a blonde-haired, blue-eyed High Elf prince and headed out of the Well of the Sun.

Lotherma seems to be staying in Silvermoon City to accompany Sylvanas, so Kael'thas doesn't bother them.

He teleported the Arcane Path directly.

The arcane way of the night sky remained mysterious, and Kael'thas snaked upwards under the gaze of the blue flames on either side.

He came to the attic at the top.

There are two modes of this attic, one is the loft for ordinary study, and the other is the endless library.

The two modes could not exist at the same time, and Kael'thas had wanted to open the library directly, but before opening the door, he felt that there was still breath inside.

Who is it? 】

The thought was fleeting, and while the Silver Dragon could not feel the power of the Well of the Sun alone, another sense enveloped Quel'Salas's body and was quickly answered—the person in the attic was Anvina.

This elf is still studying so late?

Kael'thas thought. The ordinary one opened the door.

"Whew"

The little one who fell asleep on the window came into view.

With saliva at the corners of her mouth, Anvina's face was sweet and sleepy, she was wearing a white dress, and her white collarbones were exposed when the night breeze blew.

Kael'thas picked up the windblown cloak from the ground and placed it over her, then took the book from her hand.

His movements were very careful, but they still caught Avena's attention.

"Ahh

The elf trembled and opened his eyes lightly with pointed ears, and looked at him with a confused expression.

"Father, father?"

Her drowsiness vanished the moment she saw Kael'thas.

Anvena threw herself into his arms excitedly.

"Father, why are you here?"

Her ears swayed even harder.

Kael'thas had never seen an elf display joy in her ears like Avena did, not like an elf, but like a puppy wagging her ears.

"Come find some books."

Kael'thas stroked Avena's head. While picking up the cloak that was about to fall again.

"Why are you here so late?"

He then asked.

"I pronounced the wrong spell during the last magic test, and Sister Sylvanas didn't seem happy."

Anvina's ears shrugged down, and she rubbed Kael'thas hand with her face:

"So I want to memorize those spells again tonight."

That's why she's here.

Anvina has a great talent for spell casting, and she is better than anyone else in learning spells, and the only problem she has is to pronounce the wrong spell.

But in this world, it is very rare to recite the wrong spell, and in the eyes of others, the mage who can recite the wrong spell is not the one who concentrates on learning - the so-called half-bucket water mage.

In the elven kingdom, which is highly developed for spells, this kind of low-level mistake is even more unacceptable to others.

"Did you memorize it?"

Kael'thas lifted Anvena into his arms, nodded her forehead and said:

"Don't tell me you're asleep before you recite it."

Anvena blushed and shook her head—obviously. She didn't finish it.

Kael'thas looked at her amusedly.

"Salas is the most beautiful language, and I don't want to see you do that."

He sorted out the books on the floor. Sit down slowly on the ground.

"Forget it, I'll accompany you."

As a child, Mephites sat on the floor and accompanied him through every evening of studying.

Kael'thas is not a dedicated facilitator, but he does what he can.

The night for two people began to pass.

Anvena recites spells with a magic book, while Kael'thas sits on the floor flipping through books.

The light of the moon poured down from the window, leaving two reflections on the floor of the attic.

It was a peaceful and warm night.

By the time Kael'thas closed the book for which he didn't know how many books he had, Anvena had finished her task and was asleep on the edge of the shelf.

She curled up, her face soft and childish.

[It seems that there have been days like this before. 】

Kael'thas reminisced about the past. That period of study was his happiest day, carefree and without having to take on anything.

However, along the way, he could only barely understand Mephites' mood.

What was the mood of King Anastalian?

These may only be realized when Kael'thas has a child of his own.

"Open Library"

Putting Anvena aside, Kael'thas opened the endless High Elf library.

He jumped down the spiral of the stairs to search, and after hours he finally got the spell he wanted.

This unknown spell can weaken the wild influence of the bloodline, and it is a spell created by the elves in the past to better weaken the threat of the beast to their homeland.

For the Silver Dragon. This spell is very timely.

However, to weaken a person's bloodline, the caster's power must be greater than that person's. In other words, the bloodline of the Silver Dragon can only be sealed using the power of the Well of the Sun.

Kael'thas then closes the library and leaves the Arcane Path with Avena in his arms.

He sent the elves back to Silvermoon City. Return to the Well of the Sun alone and get to work.

At the same time. The other side.

――

It was raining in the sky.

However, this rain was not the usual, it was a rain of fire.

Bright red flames flew in the sky, and the whole earth burned.

Sylvanas didn't know when or why she was here, but she didn't stop and kept running wildly.

Flames swung hundreds of chains behind her, roaring like monsters in pursuit.

Some sorrow of unknown provenance haunted Sylvanas, her shoes burned by flames, and she stepped on a sharp stone.

With a thud, Sylvanas fell to the ground.

"Whew!"

She gritted her teeth and whimpered to her feet, but the swift flames crossed in front of her. In an instant, the water that blocked the road was impassable.

"I admire your courage, but the struggle is pointless."

Familiar tones echo in the air.

Sylvanas turned her head, and she watched as the chain of flames that covered the sky parted, allowing the young figure to walk over.

Blonde hair, blonde instant soft smile.

This is Kael'thas - her brother.

He walked up to Sylvanas, crouched down and reached out to caress her face:

"Time and space have been locked in by me, and no one can escape."

"My beloved Sylvanas, tell me your wish, last wish"

Kael'thas eyes were smiling, and that sparkle was something that could only be revealed by heartfelt warmth.

All this scares Sylvanas.

She tried to back away, but the sudden wall of flames stopped her from doing so.

"It looks like it's gone. It's a pity. ”

Kael'thas narrowed his eyes:

"Goodbye then"

As soon as he finished speaking, two chains of flames rose from the ground. Piercing Sylvanas's chest, lifting her into the sky.

Blood rained in the flames, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth—pain, guilt, and indescribable sadness.

"Save Him"

She let go of her hand with a mutter, and a black stone disappeared into the air without a sound.

――

"Her Majesty!"

The apothecary's voice woke Sylvanas from her trance.

She looked around in a sweat and saw the dreary hall - the lord's palace of Stratholme.

[Dream? 】

Sylvanas seemed to see something just now.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

But before she could think deeply, Faranire's voice reminded her of the occasion again.

"Well, it's fine."

Sylvanas put away her doubts and replied. The undead don't have to rest, so she doesn't use fatigue as an excuse.

"Your Majesty, we have calculated that the incorporation of the Eastern Plaguelands can be completed in a few days, and then we can head south to Lordaeron."

Faraniel glanced worriedly at their queen, then bowed down and reported:

"Is this a course of action?"

Sylvanas was slightly stunned.

Absorbing the Eastern Plague Lands would replenish a large number of troops, and then it would take little effort to incorporate other regions.

But for some reason, she vaguely felt a crisis.

"No, we'll go to Lordaeron tomorrow."

Sylvanas said. This order also felt a little abrupt to her.

She didn't understand why.

But there was a feeling that I wouldn't get it if I didn't go to Lordaeron now.

"But Her Majesty"

Faraniel tried to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Sylvanas.

"Time is running out, go prepare now!"

She gave the order, then turned away irritably.

What is it? 】

[What does it feel like?] 】

All the way back to your room. Sylvanas still couldn't shake the irritability.

She stood in front of the window and looked up at the moon that was about to set, the dim moonlight disgusting her.

"Sylvanas, I'll go to you when I'm recovered."

Kael'tham's voice rang in her ears.

Sylvanas's pupils widened suddenly, and she saw a picture.

The Black Dragon Legion flew towards Quel'Thalas, and golden flaming swords slashed from the sky, destroying all the Black Dragons in an instant.

A female black dragon raised her head to the sky and wailed, and her eyes fell to the earth with hatred.

Her blood flowed through the Eternal Song Forest, and she never closed her eyes until she died.

'Onexia'

Sylvanas shuddered as she pronounced the name of the Black Dragon, the Mother of Dragons of the Black Dragon Legion.

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