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In the vast desert, only groups of strange-looking humanoids walked with difficulty.

These green-skinned, terrifying-looking men were orcs, but their dejected clothes and expressions suggested that they were an orc clan banished by the tribe.

"Chief, no human signs have been found nearby"

The old orc Drektar, perhaps the last shaman of all orc clans now, slowly walked past the clan members who were supporting each other, bowing his head towards his leader in the troops behind.

"That's fine, we need to be hidden."

The leader in front of him, as the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Durotan Frostwolf, nodded calmly. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was wrinkled, and his mind was tense all the time from the days of exile.

"Hurry up, we need to hurry"

He couldn't help but look back, far away, on the other side of the huge dark portal, as if he saw his clan's home, his own holy land, his own earth, air, water, fire spirit, nature spirit.

Our hometown, can we never go back?

Quel'Salas

The trolls began to assemble inside Amani's tomb, and a group of fanged soldiers gathered beneath the mountain, spears and shields, like arrows ready to be fired, each with a look of eagerness, ready to shoot at any moment.

Only this time their plan was doomed to fail, what they didn't know was that under the urging of Kaelsara, the High Elves had already seen through this plan. They ramped up their forces on the front lines, bewitched the trolls, and then stealthily surrounded the mountains where Amani's tomb was located, finding all the exits, and everything was ready, just waiting for them to fall into the net.

In the past few days, the upper nobles of the High Elves have been very excited and careful to carry out this plan, they believe that this is the best time to solve the danger of the trolls in one fell swoop, and they also believe that this plan is enough to completely destroy the trolls.

Even His Majesty King Anastarian, who was far away at the Well of the Sun, seemed to be very pleased to see this, and sent some of his most loyal and powerful troops over.

Among them are the famous Spellbreakers, a unique class of High Elves that they are proud of!

High Elf Spellbreakers don't have the same attack and defense as other classes, but for decades, no one has dared to underestimate them. Because they are the only class in the world that is immune to magic, no spell will be of any use against their shield, and it will even injure the caster himself, they are a nightmare for all legal professionals!!

However, the actions of the upper commanders have worried Kael'thas very much, and a group of orcs has arrived at the border of Quel'Thalas, and some arcane mages have found that their number is very small, only a few hundred.

They didn't think that such a simple, low-level and ignorant creature posed a threat, so King Anastarian didn't make any major changes in deployment, except for sending some ordinary soldiers to increase the defense of the border, but instead devoted himself to the troll war.

"Father, you can't do this!"

Inside the Windranger's Tower, the command post, Kael'thas has just received communications from his father, King Anastarian.

Anastarian asks him to return to Silvermoon City, much to Kael'thas's anger.

Therefore, he stood in front of Anastarian's image and vigorously resisted Anastarian's arrangement! And Solanlian and Liadrin, who were in the same room, stood behind, under the king's gaze, and did not dare to say a word.

"Kael'thas, my son, can you tell me? What else can you do there? ”

Anastarian asked, his voice as calm and calm as ever, a charm that has been created by a thousand years of honor.

However, only those closest to him would know that His Majesty King Anastarian would be more patient and forgiving than usual when facing Prince Kael'thas.

[As the teacher said.] 】

Solanlian's lowered face smiled secretly, and she sensed that what His Majesty's words were hiding was anticipation

He expects his children to be able to make every right choice on their own.

"I was able to help transfer the people at the border, father."

Somewhat chilled at the thought of the extraordinary exploits of the orcs in history, Kael'thas looked directly into Anastarian's eyes and replied clearly:

"Strange creatures have gathered on our borders, and I don't think it's the right attitude for my father to be permissive with them right now."

"My astrologer told me that there was a malice at work in the South, and I believed her, and thought that this malice was most likely emanating from those strange creatures!"

The eloquent words made Solan Lian stunned, for the time since Odilon's death, Kael'thas had been very cold to her, and she thought that His Royal Highness the Prince was still angry at her actions.

But she didn't expect that Kael'thas would say that he believed in himself in front of His Majesty the King, which made her a little moved.

【My Astrology Master】

On the other side, Liadline pouted unhappily.

[His Highness Kael'thas is always so partial to that vixen]

"Father, I even suspect that the trolls have a connection to them."

Kael'thas continued, his words were not unreasonable. After all, the orc appeared so coincidentally that it was almost the same as the troll's movements, and he said this, presumably King Anastarian could not have thought about it.

"So I'm asking for me to help move the people on the border, maybe our defenses are so strong, and my actions will be in vain. But I still hope to reduce every casualty as much as possible! ”

What life is, Kael'thas has never had a very realistic feeling. He hadn't experienced grief before, so he always looked at the people here with a bit of an NPC, and every time he heard about the dead on the front line, their death reports didn't come as a big shock to him.

However, when the warrior pushed him away in a moment of danger and endured death alone. Kael'thas held the soldier's mutilated corpse and looked at the blood-stained grass all the way, which was so shocking in the blue field, that not only his heart but also his hands trembled

What he was holding in his hand was the weight of a life.

For the first time, he realized the weight of that load-bearing. In his previous life, his parents divorced, and after his grandfather died, no one loved him anymore, so he could only die drunk and dreamed of death. However, in this world, there is no need for a reason, there are people who are desperate to protect him, how lucky is this? If he still survives the game like before, isn't it also a betrayal of his regretful self in his previous life!?

In this life, as a member of the High Elf royal family, there are countless people in this world who are naturally loyal to him, so Kael'thas began to want to repay and protect his people.

"On the southern border of Quel'Salas, there are 5,000 permanent residents, and they are scattered in various villages, and it is very important for them to easily leave their homes and evacuate other places."

After a while, Anastarian opened his soft eyes and slowly spoke, for him, to make a decision is quite simple, just open his mouth, but the difficult reason is that it is worth saying so:

"I can't use your guess to order the evacuation, Kael'thas So, I can agree with you, but only if this matter is done in your own name!"

"You should understand that if you fail, then you will also have to bear the resentment and responsibility brought about by this failure!"

In fact, there will be no public resentment in the act of migration, as long as the decision made by the family will generally be understood by the people of the High Elves. So at the moment, Anastarian mainly wanted to intimidate Kael'thas and see how he reacted.

"Yes! If so, I'm willing to bear it! ”

To his delight, Kael'thas didn't even think for a moment, and directly confirmed his choice.

This prince, like every king, has beautiful potential, and as long as it is for the people, he will not doubt his choice.

This made Anastarian's heart happy, and at the same time, these words also made Liadline and Solan Lian remember them deeply.

"Well then, my proud child, Kael'thas"

Sorting out the joy that concealed the bottom of his heart, as the appearance of a perfect monarch, King Anastarian said calmly and calmly:

"I will give you the authority to do this, and all the remaining professions in this tower of the Windranger will do it at your command."

"May the sun's light shine on your path"

"Ding"

"You've been tasked with making a migration plan!"

Kael'thas bowed his head slightly:

"You won't be disappointed!"

The image of King Anastarian vanished, and the young prince slowly turned around to look at the two maidens in front of him, holding his sword in his hand, his cheeks slackening.

"Will you follow me on this mission?"

He asked, his blue eyes glinting with gold, and he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

"No, I think that's my pleasure, Your Highness."

"Of course, from the moment I met you, your will was my soul"

Liadline and Solan Liane replied with one hand on their chests without pause, in unison.

"Thank you"

With some subtle emotion in his heart, Kael'thas softened his expression, looked at the two girls, and thanked him softly.

Even the sun is never lonely, and Kael'thas has to really try to trust some people so that he can truly live in this world.