Kael'thas landed on the roof, staring coldly at the laughing Deathwing.

Soon, his body began to shrink, slowly changing back to the appearance of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed High Elf.

Deathwing's laughter came to an abrupt end, and Ysera and Malygos widened their eyes.

"Hahaha"

Only the Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa reacted at once and immediately burst out laughing.

"Hahaha"

She almost couldn't breathe with a smile, but she still smiled happily.

"Nesario, I didn't think you would be deceived too!"

Alexstraza shouted out laughing, thinking Deathwing's laughter was ridiculous.

That cunning black dragon king turned out to be so ugly, how could Alexstasa not laugh?

"You're a High Elf?"

Deathwing didn't have time to pay attention to Alexstrasa's laughter, and stared at Kael'thas with a frown and calmly asked.

He knew the appearance of the High Elf Kael'thas but the aura he had just noticed was indeed the breath of a black dragon, which made Deathwing wonder.

"I am Kael'thas *the Chaser."

Kael'thas looked at Deathwing with a calm look in his eyes, and gently introduced his name to several guardian dragons:

"Prince of the High Elves"

He hadn't introduced himself before.

"The High Elf Prince?"

Alexstasa looked at Kael'thas with wide eyes and strange eyes, she didn't expect this special-looking elf to be of high status.

Deathwing, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes, and had vaguely sensed Kael'thas when he heard what others called Kael'thas, and now he was completely sure.

[No wonder the elven mage wants to protect him.] 】

Deathwing suddenly became murderous in his heart.

"Since it's not a black dragon, I can't keep you."

It said angrily, and began to pounce quickly.

The Red Dragon Queen immediately flew up and stood in front of him.

"Don't worry, Nesario, your opponent is us."

She called, and the Green Dragon Queen and the Blue Dragon King arrived from behind, forming a triangle to encircle Deathwing.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you!"

Deathwing erupted in a flood of flames, and several dragons were once again entangled.

Buildings collapsed, floors cracked, dragons flapped their wings, and the wind swept around with heat and rubble.

Kael'thas hurriedly retreated more than ten meters.

"Your Highness!"

Sylvanas and Lotherma came to Kael'thas, and Onexia and the others quickly arrived.

"I'm fine."

Kael'thas interrupted their worries with a wave of his hand, and refocused his gaze on the disc in his hand, the Dragon's Soul.

What was he going to do with this?

The Dragon's Soul was an artifact, and with the simple holding of it, Kael'thas felt strong fluctuations in power within, more powerful than anyone he had ever seen.

Even if it's not used against dragons, this weapon is a very powerful thing.

Therefore, Kael'thas is also a little moved by the dragon's soul.

But

A look of greed flashed in his eyes, and then he turned clear again.

Kael'thas was well aware that the Dragon's Soul was doing more harm than good to the elves.

Several dragon kings knew about the appearance of the dragon's soul, they would definitely not let this weapon be controlled by other races, although they could use the dragon's soul to temporarily control the dragon king, but how could the dragon's tens of thousands of years of network accumulation be so easily controlled?

If Kael'thas really controls these dragon kings, it is estimated that there will be countless troubles waiting for the elves.

Before he died, he finally found that the best way to deal with the dragon's soul was to destroy it.

Destroying this weapon reduces the threat of orcs and gains the favor of the dragons.

As soon as he thought of it, Kael'thas turned and asked Onexia:

"Do you have anything from your father?"

He vaguely remembered that in order to destroy the Dragon's Soul, he needed to use the contents of Deathwing's body to destroy it with skill.

The Dragon's Soul is one of the weapons collectively crafted by the Dragons, possessing the essence of all Dragonlords except Deathwing. In fact, it would have needed Deathwing's help, but the careerist betrayed the other dragons and did not import the essence of the Black Dragon alone, thus mastering the weapon once and for all.

If you want to destroy Dragon's Soul, you can now use the power of Deathwing.

"Not now."

Onexia, however, doesn't have any of that.

She's not a father, so how could she carry something from Deathwing?

"No?"

"Can you give me something about you, then? I'll see if I can break this thing. ”

Kael'thas frowned, then switched to a different target.

He didn't know if he needed the power of Deathwing itself, or if the power of other black dragons could do it, so he wanted to give Onexia a try.

But Onexia's eyes widened in disbelief when she heard the proposal.

"You're going to destroy this dragon's soul?"

She couldn't believe what she was hearing with her ears.

What is Dragon's Soul? It's an artifact that can control the dragon, and this little guy plans to destroy it?

"No, no!"

Onexia was convinced, she wanted to be the black dragon of the king of the dragon clan, how could she destroy this artifact?

"Onexia"

Kael'thas stared at the Black Dragon Princess with a slight smile:

"The dragon's soul must be destroyed."

He emphasized in a calm voice:

"It's not going to lead to any good results."

Onexia shuddered, and she suddenly found herself unable to resist Kael'thas words.

What's going on?

Onexia pondered, but to no avail.

But she thought for a moment, and understood that the current situation could not be left to her surname.

"Okay"

Onexia sighed, agreeing with Kael'thas for what he said.

"Give it to me."

She held out her hand and asked Kael'thas for it.

"I don't want to lose anything on my body, can you just show me if I can destroy it?"

Kael'thas looked at her for a few seconds, then handed over the dragon's soul.

Onexia picked up the dragon's soul, and sure enough, there was no feeling to pass it on to her.

The curse that the black dragon couldn't use the dragon's soul still applied—she closed her eyes, channeled the power within her to her hand, and slammed it with all her might.

The power of the black dragon vanished in an instant when it touched the dragon's soul, and Onexia used too much force, and her fingers were hurt by the hard dragon's soul.

"Oops!"

She screamed, quickly retracting a hand.

"Nothing works, little one."

Onexia frowned and flicked her aching fingers as she handed the dragon's soul back to Kael'thas.

It doesn't seem to work - Kael'thas realizes that the only way to do it is with Deathwing.

He turned, looked up at the dragons who were fighting fiercely, and wondered what to do.

Things are not going to look good now, with the three dragon kings teaming up to fight Deathwing, but as time goes by, they fall into a disadvantage.

Deathwing's power is too strong.

[What to do?] 】

Just as Kael'thas was thinking about getting a few dragonlords to help him fetch something, Deathwing found a gap and turned his head to the elves.

"No one can save you this time!"

He roared in rage, his huge mouth opening and spitting out huge waves of flames.

This wave of flame was even faster than the previous flame charge, and it had already arrived in front of the elves in less than a second after Deathwing finished speaking, covering a full 20-meter radius.

Kael'thas saw a huge wave of fire close at hand, and for a moment he didn't know how to dodge it.

"Who dares to make a move against His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Suddenly, a loud male voice sounded.

Kael'thas felt the air flutter in front of him, and a High Elf man with blond hair stood in front of him.

The golden light flashed, and the sword was unsheathed.

"Broken!"

The golden sword qi slashed forward in a cone, and the waves of flames hissed and dispersed, whistling past the elves with a scorching aura.

After the "boom" sounded, the buildings around them turned into black ruins.

Kael'thas was shocked into a cold sweat.

"You are?"

He then questioned the High Elf man from whom he had come from.

"Boom!"

The elven man stuck his huge sword on the ground, turned and knelt on one knee:

"Salorian. The Morning Seekers and Queldra report to you, His Highness Kael'thas. ”

He stared at Kael'thas with a steady and loyal gaze, his cloak embroidered with the golden family crest scattered to the ground behind him.

"Queldra"

Kael'thas widened his eyes and looked at the two-handed sword beside the man in surprise.

It is engraved with an elegant emblem, with a peculiar jeweled ornamentation on the hilt, and a blade that glows with cold light, and the overall look is very beautiful.

Kael'thas remembered it, Queldra, an ancient sword full of legends.

Back in time, at the beginning of life, the guardian dragons of Azeroth forged numerous demonic blades. Among these many multicolored blades, the sister swords, Quelserra and Queldra, were the most powerful. In order to maintain the balance of power of the Azeroth biological race, the Oath Bound of Life. Alexstasa, the Red Dragon Queen, gifted these two dragons to the warriors of Kadore. Later, when the Night Elves split, the High Elves took Queldra with them. The sword will change form in the master's hand to match the master's strength...... The blade forged by the Elder Dragon bears some resemblance to the birth of the Dragon's Soul.

But unlike the Dragon's Soul, Queldra is a sword with a soul, and it has served the High Elves faithfully to this day.

"Yes, Your Highness, it's Queldra."

Salorian knelt down before Kael'thas and held the hilt of his sword and said:

"Where I am with it, no one can offend your dignity!"

A powerful burst of power erupted from him, and Kael'thas was taken aback again.

Saint-level professional!!

(To be continued)