The day after he successfully recaptured Riptide Castle, Lord Hammer flew back to Hinterland with all his griffon knights, and Kalia reluctantly followed her mentor to the southern continent.

Kael'thas accepted Soras's invitation and stayed behind with his elves to help the humans repair the damaged walls.

Elven mages found spells they cast decades ago from the shattered walls, and managed to restore it. After more than ten days of hard work, the city wall was finally restored to its original state.

The people of Riptide Fort soon returned, working with their king to restore the city's buildings.

Kael'thas and the others were given time to rest, but he soon found something to do - to help the refugees who had returned to the Arathi Heights.

Now that the tribal armies of the Arathi Heights have completely disappeared, refugees from other villages have begun to return except for the people of Riptide Fort, but food aid has not kept up with them.

Human villages are scattered throughout the Arathi Plateau, and scattered cannot provide good assistance, so the elves are very important at this time.

Elven mages spread out and worked part-time as cooks, going to every village to provide temporary food to the refugees until human food arrived.

This behavior has rightfully earned great prestige, and the hearts of the humans at the bottom have been remembered by these good elves and their princes.

No matter which world it is, the main body of human society is the people at the bottom, and the hearts of the people at the bottom are obtained, and through their oral transmission, they basically obtain the hearts of the human race as a whole.

However, Kael'thas has not yet recognized this, and he still believes that the best way to go to war and win the approval of the human rulers is to do so.

After many years, when humans and elves have taken different paths, and looking back, Kael'thas will find that in this war, his greatest achievement is not to win the war, but to win the approval of the lower humans.

The upper echelons of the human race cannot be trusted, and when these people lose their credibility and qualifications to command the entire human race, the voices that erupt from the bottom are enough to swallow everything.

Civilians are ignorant, but they are also the kindest and the most able to see the world.

While the elves were helping the refugees, the orcs of the Fireblade Clan finally launched an attack on Quel'Thalas.

The man in charge of protecting the border is the High Elf Darkan. Drahiel, a powerful mage and a lord at the same time.

Darkan, after receiving the order from King Anastarian, did not pay much attention to this matter. He was a saint-level professional, and he also had enough good personnel under his command that even if the tribe sent a main force to attack Quel'Thalas, he was confident enough.

So he gave the job to his subordinates and continued his research on magic.

However, half a day after the battle began, the elves came to him for help.

"Two Legendary Pros?"

When Darkan heard the report, he was a little interested.

"Have the elves who live on the border dispersed?"

He then asked.

Although he didn't pay much attention to the elves' death, Darkan knew that if he let the elves die, it would definitely make the king unhappy.

"It has been dispersed, and those orc soldiers rely on the defensive base placed by His Highness, and it is easy to deal with it, but those two legendary professionals suddenly disappeared."

This subordinate of Darkan was a mage, and he looked very reserved in front of him.

"That's good, you go down, add some troops to go over, and wipe out all those orcs."

Darkan nodded, then waved his hand and ordered:

"Those two legendary professionals, I will deal with them personally."

The two legendary pros are not much different from two ants to Darkan, but he is curious about these two guys.

No one in this world would think that two Legendary Professionals plus one unit could pose a threat to Quel'Thalas. In other words, those two legendary professionals must have come for other purposes.

After dispersing all the idle people, Darkan began to contact the enchantment forces of Quel'Thalas to find out the location of the two legendary professionals.

The energy of the Well of the Sun permeates the entire Quel'Salas, a mysterious and powerful force that fascinates Darkan every time.

He quickly figured out the location of the two intruders, then sneered and teleported himself.

However, Darkan was surprised to see these two legends, as he discovered that one of them was a troll.

The troll, who was supposed to know something about Quel'Thalas, led another orc to avoid the elven settlements and bases altogether, and made it all the way to a lake.

Darkan hid his breath and followed the two men to their destination, finally understanding what their goal was.

Runestone - There is no doubt that there is only one runestone in this small lake that can be targeted.

[They plan to steal the runestone?] 】

Darkan couldn't sit idly by, and while the theft of a runestone was not a big problem, it would be detrimental to his reputation.

He looked up, just about to make a move, when he suddenly heard a conversation between an orc and a troll.

"Is this the Runestone?"

"Yes, with this, that warlock named Gul'dan should be able to transform a large number of ogres into powerful warlocks."

Darkan's eyes lit up, then he stopped and continued to listen.

Can runestones change a creature?

He had never heard of anything so interesting, perhaps these people had power he didn't know.

"Hmph, that guy seems to have learned a lot of secrets from the devil, and he even knows about this kind of thing."

"Runestone doesn't matter, I wish he knew what to do with these elven treasures, the Well of the Sun."

"This is really uncertain, and judging by his disdain for the elves, it's hard to guarantee that he might know."

The orcs and trolls chatted as they began to move the runestones—how could it be so simple.

Darkan sneered and watched these two people doing useless work, thought about it, and reached out to silently release the shackles of the enchantment, allowing these two people to carry the rune stone smoothly.

The conversation just now made him change his mind.

[Mystical power, and the Well of the Sun]

Darkan was intrigued by the warlock named Guldan, and he decided to let the two guys succeed and follow them to find out about the warlock.

Maybe that warlock will bring him new powers.

Darkan hasn't made any progress in nearly 200 years, and he desperately wants to be more powerful.

King Anastarian's side was easy to solve, and Darkan said that he had made a mistake, and that he could just use the excuse of recovering the runestone to leave Quel'Thalas and go to find out what was going on with him.

Darkan quietly marked the two legendary pros and teleported back to his command.

"How's it going?"

When he returned, he immediately asked his men.

"The orcs are almost wiped out."

The elven mage replied.

"Transfer some of the Dragon Eagle troops over and wipe them all out within half an hour."

Now that he has decided to let go of those two legendary professionals, Darkan naturally will not leave any more flaws in these miscellaneous soldiers.

After he gave the order to go down, he quietly went back and waited.

The battle was over in just over twenty minutes, and Darkan sensed that the two men had left Quel'Thalas.

The theft of the runestone should have been discovered.

A few minutes later, Darkan received orders from King Anastarian.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

At the Tower of Chasing Heaven, he fell to his knees and explained, pretending to be remorseful:

"I only noticed the group of orcs, but I didn't expect them to be disguises."

Anastarian sat on the throne in a rare place, looking down at him calmly:

"Runestones are the treasures of our Quel'Salas, and they cannot easily fall into the hands of the enemy."

"Darkan, you go and take it back, and you will pay for it."

The words spoken by His Majesty the handsome King were exactly in line with Darkan's thoughts.

Darkan endured the snickering joy in his heart, nodded yes, and left.

And just as Darkan teleported out of the Tower of Pursuit, a cold chill appeared in King Anastarian's eyes.

"It seems that Lord Mephites and His Highness are right."

The old mage who had been following him sighed.

"Well, send the troops of the Well of the Sun, and after Darkan leaves, do a thorough investigation of the entire kingdom."

King Anastarian commanded in an emotionless tone:

"Eradicate all those who are loyal to this mage."

"Don't give out any news."

"But Your Majesty."

The old mage was taken aback:

"Darkan is a saint-level professional, our highest-end combat power, don't you need to think carefully?"

There are not many saint-level professionals in the whole world.

"Just because he's a saint-level, he needs to solve it immediately."

King Anastarian shook his head, without a hint of sympathy:

"Our race doesn't need a powerful bomb."

He looked at the old mage:

"Besides, if he wasn't a saint, would he still be able to get out of this place today?"

It was because Darkan was a saint-level professional that King Anastarian took the opportunity to get him out of Quel'Thalas, and then took advantage of the situation to eliminate all his minions, so that there would be minimal turmoil for the whole of Quel'Thalas.

"What about Darkan himself?"

The old mage continued.

"Block all news, get ready, and deal with him as soon as he returns."

King Anastarian replied that he believed that the troops of the Well of the Sun were dispatched and that none of this would be a big problem.

But

[It's better to inform Mephites in advance.] 】

In case the news leaks, with Mephites here, at least Kael'thas can be protected.

(To be continued)