The cool breeze ruffled Alsace's flamboyant gray hair, caressing his cheeks.

Sniffing the remaining blood in the air, Arthas chuckled softly.

He likes to go back to the cooler areas. The elven kingdom seemed to be in the early summer forever, and the rich fragrance of flowers blooming and all things sprouted made him feel uncomfortable. It reminded him of the time he spent with Gianna in Dalaran Garden, and the snapdragons in bloom at Barnier's farm.

And the cool breeze sobered him up, and the cold ended the memories.

These memories were useless and only made him weak, and now Alsace Minecil could not tolerate any weakness in his heart.

Behind Arthas, his army, hundreds of thousands of re-recruited armies of the dead, was tirelessly and coldly making its way through the snow-covered roads of the Alterac Valley.

"The Devil's Gate is yours, Lich."

Arthas wiped the remaining blood from the Sword of Frost Sorrow, the blood of hundreds of orc warlocks. The orcs fought bravely, but it was pointless, and any attempt to stop the scourge was pointless.

In this hidden valley, these orc sorcerers who hide from all sides control a working demonic gate.

And now it belongs to the Scourge Legion.

Kel'thugad must use the portal guò to contact the Demon King and listen to his next steps. Arthas pouted disdainfully at this order: in the month since Kel'thugad's resurrection, the lich had told him everything he knew. Of course, this also includes the Scourge and the Burning Legion, the sordid relationship between the Lich King and the demons......

"A master and servant who looks like a god?"

Arthas rode forward, swiftly and defiibly past the corpses of the orcs, and looked at the demon's gate made of huge animal bones with a dark red sheen and stone slabs carved with intricate patterns, and sneered disdainfully in his heart.

In the space enclosed by stone slabs, green energy slowly swirls, which is a passage to another world.

The skeleton trembled with excitement. Floating forward, he raised his arms pleadingly. There were several stairs in front of the arch, and Arthas noticed that the lich had not gone up. He just stood at the foot of the steps from a distance, either out of respect or just to avoid being hurt.

Arthas stepped back as well, looking intently from the back of the invincible.

"I'm coming, Akmund! Your humble servant asks for your reception! ”

The green mist continued to whirl. Next, Arthas felt a faint discernment of a face, a face that was both similar and different from the Dreadlord he was more familiar with.

Although it is difficult to distinguish in the green light, there is no doubt about it. The blue-gray skin demon had a very strong body, his chest as strong as a bucket, his arms thick and powerful, and his lower body looked like a goat—Akmund's legs were bent back, and he had a pair of hooves instead of feet.

Unlike Akmund's calm and self-controlled demeanor, his tail wagged behind him. His shoulders and limbs were covered in shining golden armor adorned with skulls and spikes, and two slender tentacles hung from under his chin. But the most striking thing about that long face was his eyes, the evil green light that shot out of them was even brighter and more dazzling than the green mist swirling around him.

Although Akmund was not here, he did not really enter this world. But even through the Demon Gate, his unimaginably powerful and terrifying aura still moved Arthas.

"You called my name, little lich, and now I'm here." The demon rumbled through the valley, and Arthas felt his every bone vibrate with it. "You're Kel'thugad?"

Kel'thugad looked humbly and bowed with a horned head, but Arthas noticed that he was not condescending: "Yes, great Lord, I am the one who is called. I plead with you. Tell me how I can open the way for you to come into this world. I only save to serve you. ”

The lich's almost flattering tone gave Arthas goosebumps, but the Death Knight, who was familiar with the inside story of Yiqiē, had to praise the lich's wonderful acting skills in his heart, and I have to say that perhaps it was the undead's indistinguishable appearance that made it difficult for the powerful demon to find the flaws.

"You have to find a special book." The Demon King chanted aloud, and he looked at Arthas for a moment, then turned his gaze away. This disregarded gaze made Arthas secretly annoyed. "That's the last remaining spell book of the last Guardian Medivan. Only his lost spell has enough power to bring me into your world. The book was preserved in the mortal city of Dalaran. Go there and find it. Three days later, at dusk, you'll be ready to summon! ”

"Remember! I'm only going to give you three days! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Akmund's image vanished, and Arthas stared at his place for a long time.

Dalaran, the capital of the arcane, is the largest magical center on the continent of Azeroth outside of Quel'Thalas.

Dalaran, that's where Gianna Ploummore trained. Now she may still be there. A pang of pain flashed in Arthas's heart.

"The mightiest mages of Azeroth defend Dalaran." The Death Knight steadied himself and said slowly to Kel'thugad. "There's no way we're going to hide our whereabouts, they're going to take a long time to meet us."

"Just like Quel'Thalas?"

Kel'thugad let out a hollow laugh.

"Think about it. How easily this army crushed those damned elves, and without those minotaurs, all that would have been left to Quel'Thallas now would be a ruin! The ending of Dalaran will be the same. ”

"Besides, don't forget that I was also a member of Kenrito and had a close relationship with Antonidas. When I was a **mortal. Dalaran is like my home. I know its secrets, its defensive charms, and how to sneak in from where they can't be guarded. ”

A cold wave of love was transmitted to Arthas's soul, and the Death Knight could clearly feel the hatred and resentment of the lich at this time!

"The thrill of revenge for those fellows who want me to give up my path and my destiny, and now it's time for me to punish them with terror.

"Don't be afraid, Death Knight, we won't fail! There is no one, no thing. Able to stop the Scourge Legion! ”

The Grand Lich Kel'thugad's declaration of vengeance is sinister and vicious, while the corner of Arthas's eye catches the slightest movement of the other man. He turned his head and stared at the graceful Dark Ranger. It was clear that the woman named Sylvanas Windranger had heard all of their conversation and seen his reaction to this new mission.

"You're moved by this conversation about Dalaran." Her Majesty the Queen gloated and looked at Arthas's pale face and said slyly.

"Shut up, woman!" The Death Knight scolds in a low voice of exasperation, but he can't help but recall the scene when he escorted Gianna to the gate of Dalaran for the first time, and the innocence of that time will never return.

"Perhaps, there is someone you care about? Good memories? Seeing Alsace's wandering gaze in memory, Her Majesty the Queen refused to give up and continued to add fuel to the fire.

Won't this damn woman stop? Her Majesty's pressing made Arthas furious, and he allowed himself to sink into anger. Raising a hand, he snapped his fingers fiercely, causing Her Majesty to struggle in pain for a long time.

"Don't mention it again!" Arthas's gaze was extremely cold, and his hoarse voice contained an undisguised hideous murderous aura: "Do your thing!" ”

Sylvanas was silent, but a cruel and satisfied smile appeared on Her Majesty's face that was struggling and twisted in pain, and a light suddenly flashed through Her Majesty's heart......

"I seem to have spotted your weakness, butcher...... Truth be told, it's a bad luck that Kael'thas * Sunchaser came.

Dressed in a fiery red Silver Moon City mage robe, he had just appeared, and before he could say a few words to Old Tang, and before he could even see the situation on the battlefield clearly, he was shrouded in the range of hundreds of magic fire-gathering attacks. Fortunately, compared to Gianna, a hero-level ** division who has little actual combat experience and is full of water. The prestige of Kael'thas, the archmage, is truly written with the victory of one fierce battle after another......

But in a moment, the elven prince, who felt the crisis and the fluctuation of a large number of arcane energy, quickly propped up his famous stunt - the arcane realm! Three emerald orbs hovered rapidly in front of Kael'thas and the elven prince's hands reached forward and grabbed and pressed, and the hundreds of flying magic bombardments suddenly trembled violently and collapsed after entering the arcane realm...... Until it finally reverts to the most original arcane energy and dissipates into the arcane realm.

There is a specialization in the art industry.

The rather wolf bèi spell volley that had just forced Old Tang was like a child in front of Kael'thas and disappeared between his hands. Didn't pose the slightest threat......

The elven prince, who had resolved the crisis, looked at the group of high elf mages who cast attack spells with a surprised expression, the expression on his face gradually changed from the initial reserved pride to gloomy, and the majestic magic seemed to be boiling because of anger......

"It's... It's His Royal Highness the Prince......" A barely audible murmur sounded faintly on the silent battlefield, so clear. The High Elf mage who spoke looked at the scene in disbelief, and let go of his hands as if he was lost, not even noticing that his gorgeous staff had fallen to the ground.

"When the ......"

"Puff ......"

It's like having a contagious disease. The sound of the weapons colliding as they fell to the ground instantly became one. Hundreds of High Elf magicians looked at the elven prince with a gloomy face with disbelief on their faces, and they couldn't say a word.

No High Elf mage could accept the fact that they had attacked their prince?

"Good, good! That's a good job! Kael'thas had a gloomy face as if he could drip water, and he gritted his teeth and said deeply, and everyone could feel the suppressed fiery anger in his words: "Attack your prince, Ang? Attack the benefactor of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas, Ang? ”

"The king... His Royal Highness the Prince. Listen to us explain ......."

"Shut up!"

An elven mage who seemed to be the leader stepped forward tremblingly, trying to explain with a nervous expression. But before he could finish speaking, the angry elven prince was already glaring at him with angry eyes and snorting.

"I don't want to hear any explanations from you!" Kael'thas took a long breath and suppressed the anger boiling in his chest, before narrowing his eyes and asking, "I just want to know." When the Scourge invades Quel'Thalas, when the Well of the Sun is tainted by the Scourge, when your people are slaughtered by the undead, when the Minotaur allies fight alongside us......"

"When all Queldore fought bloodily for the kingdom and glory......

"Where are you????"

The Elven Prince's words ended with a roar of rage, and the faces of the High Elf mages were stunned, ashamed, or incredulous, but under Kael'thas's questioning, everyone was silent!

"Alright, Kyle. Now is not the time to talk about that. These of your compatriots may not be aware of what happened in Quel'Salas, and many things are not to blame. Old Don, who had been guarding in front of Kael'thas all along, put away his shield and patted the enraged elven prince on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, and at the same time excusing the High Elf mages who were still attacking him before.

It's not that Old Tang is open-minded, Old Tang just doesn't want the confrontation between the High Elves and the Blood Elves like in his previous life again.

"Prince Kael'thas ......" A crisp and melodious, seductive voice sounded faintly in the field. Gianna, who was protected by the four paladins, walked slowly to the front of the formation and called out the name of the elven prince with a complicated expression.

Old Tang clearly noticed that when Gianna's voice sounded, the elven prince's body trembled faintly for a moment.

When Kael'thas turned to look at the woman he had once loved. With a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, Old Tang, who had been carefully looking at the expression of the elf prince, found that his friend's expression was ...... at the moment Quite exciting!

The disguised indifference could not hide the surprise from the heart, and the originally angry face also softened a little...... But in the end, what remained on Kael'thas was an expressionless coldness.

"Goode, will you leave this matter to me?" Kael'thas asked with a reluctant smile at Don, with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

The elven prince's request did not exceed Don's expectations.

Old Don would choose to summon Kael'thas here, naturally not just because he wanted to satisfy his bad taste for fun. Since he didn't plan to make a big deal out of it, Old Tang naturally wanted to find a peacemaker to mediate in the middle. And in the circle of the old Don. The only suitable one is of course the Elven Prince.

Now seeing that Kael'thas took the initiative to accept this errand, Old Tang naturally nodded without objection.

Untied the chain of the Titan Divine Iron weapon wrapped around the war hammer, and in the next second, Old Tang suddenly burst out under the unexpected circumstances of everyone, threw out the chain, and accurately bound the human mage who injured Serena, and then easily dragged the terrified mage back to him before Gianna could intercept him. One hand grabbed him by the neck.

"Since Kyle has spoken, then I won't play with you!" Shrugging his shoulders, Old Tang smiled at the group of alliance soldiers who were staring at him with annoyance, and said disdainfully: "If you want to live in Kalimdor, you must abide by the rules here!" No matter who it is, put away your so-called superiority and domineering style for me, or don't force me to be ruthless! ”

"It's good for everyone!"

After that, Old Tang glanced at Gianna, who was pale. dragged the human mage, who was entangled in the iron chains of the Titans, to the other end of the battlefield......

"Ms. Gianna Proudmoore, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The elven prince made a mage salute that was not faulty, and stopped Gianna, who wanted to catch up with Old Tang and ask for his subordinates, but the title in his mouth was indifferent and alienated from thousands of miles away, without the slightest intimacy and joy. It's like ...... Strangers with little friendship: "What advice?" ”

"Carl, I'...... I've heard about what happened in Quel'Thalas... I'm sorry, really ......" Kael'thas was so detached and indifferent to Gianna, she had never seen the man she had ever loved her like this, and she had even unconsciously used her former nickname.

It's a pity that the elven prince, who was reminded of his grief and grief, did not appreciate it......

"Don't say anything." Kael'thas clenched his fists and roared. Gianna was shocked to see that the man who had always been gentle and gentle could hardly help but want to do something to her: "Don't say anything, you have no idea what kind of pain that beast has inflicted on us!" ”

"Silly girl," Kael'thas said with a self-deprecating look on his face, "You would choose to climb into such a brute's bed?" ”

Gianna's eyes widened as if struck by lightning. She never imagined that such rude words could come from the mouth of such a cultured man as the elven prince.

"I—"

But Kael'thas, who remembers what Quel'Salas suffered, doesn't seem to want to hear her say anything: "Arthas is a butcher!" He killed thousands of innocent civilians! The blood on both hands is exhausted, and the waters of the endless sea cannot be washed away. And you still love him? Chose him. And not me? ”

As he said the last few words, Kael'thas grew hoarse in his plain, melodious, self-controlled voice.

Tears welled up in Gianna's eyes, and she suddenly understood: Kael'thas had attacked her because he couldn't attack that real enemy now! Furious, he can only vent his anger at the nearest target next to him. Towards her, Gianna Ploundmore vents!

He had pursued her love, but in the end he had failed, losing to the man who had slaughtered his people and his countrymen......

"Alas...... Kael'tham," Gianna adjusted her emotions and called softly, "He made a ...... Terrible things...... The suffering of your people—"

"You don't even know what pain is!" Kael'thas had blood-red eyes, stared at Gianna tightly, and roared in a tyrannical tone, "You're just a child." Simple-minded childish child, Gianna! Give your heart to that brute - he killed my people, my people, and turned the corpse into the walking dead! ”

Gianna watched him in silence, she now understood the Elven Prince's feelings, and the words no longer tingled her.

"He nearly killed my father, Gianna, just as he killed his own father! He brought pain and disaster to Quel'Thalas, leaving countless bereaved compatriots grief-stricken and tearful! It's a pity I didn't leave his body in front of the Well of the Sun! ”

"I'll catch him. And then give him back a thousandfold of the suffering he inflicted on our fellow man! I'll catch him! ”

"You need to calm down, Carl. We all know how strong he is right now! Even Uther has fallen under his sword, and you can't defeat him, what's so good about being so light-"

"Aha, sure enough, in your eyes, the beast you chose is the most powerful, right?" As soon as Gianna spoke, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. Kael'thas gave a sharp and mean self-deprecation, and quickly interrupted Gianna's words: "Hehe, of course I'm not his opponent in your eyes...... I lost to him a long time ago. Otherwise, you'd be me, wouldn't you? ”

"I was able to stop him! I'm going to stop him!" The elven prince straightened up, his anger suddenly dispelled with coldness, and then bowed in an exaggerated manner, the emptiness and meaning of his voice frightened Gianna. "What a fool I was, I was naïve enough to think that you humans would lend a hand!"

Kael'tham's words grew colder. After glancing at Gianna, who was at a loss, she said a declaration that shocked everyone: "Since humanity did not lend a helping hand at the most critical moment, and since the former covenant has existed in name only, let him be completely nullified!" ”

"Now, I, Kael'thas *Sunstrider, as Prince of the Sunstrider Dynasty and descendant of Daresma, declare that from this day onwards, the thousand-year-old covenant between Sindore and mankind is null and void! From now on, the Blood Elves will never make any more covenants with humans alone! ”

"I wish you good luck. Gianna Prodmore Ms! ”

Speaking of the declaration that shocked everyone, the elven prince saluted Gianna with a gloomy face amid everyone's stunned expressions, and at the same time looked at the overwhelmed high elf mages, and said in a stern tone: "If you still admit to being my compatriots, if you want to atone for your mistakes." Then keep up! ”

"Otherwise, never return to the land of Quel'Thalas!"

With that, Kael'thas had already strode in the direction that Old Tang had left, and behind the back of the elven prince Yingting, hundreds of high elf mages who looked at each other also followed their prince's pace...... Squeak! ”

A mirror-like shattering sound abruptly sounded on the silent battlefield.

With this sound, the thin figure wearing a shabby black robe, hiding his face under the hood, suddenly staggered. A fine bead of sweat had already appeared on his forehead under the hood.

"Thirteen seconds!" The man in black withdrew his hands that controlled the spell, took off the strangely shaped staff behind him, and said slightly on the ground: "It's shorter than I expected, Grom Hell roars!" Even if you're in the Demon Blood's reciprocal debilitating effect, are you still so powerful? ”

"Who the hell are you?"

At the other end, the orc god of war Grom*Hell Roar, who had just been accused of being unable to move, had broken free from the black-clothed man's control spell, and asked word-by-word with a tyrannical expression staring at the black-clothed man.

Hell Roar clenched the blood roar's muscles bulging, and his whole body was covered with a thick and viscous furious rage, and his powerful momentum instantly rose to the peak, even more powerful than the one blow he had just hit Duke Leorik, giving the alliance around it the illusion of being in a sea of blood......

"My name doesn't matter, I'm just someone who wants to atone for my sins." The man in black ignored the monstrous ferocity of the Hell Roar as if it were nothing, and said indifferently, "What matters is the disaster we will face next!" ”

"And before this catastrophe, all of our choices will be related to the safety of the whole world! I need all of you to put aside your hatred for a moment and stay calm! The black-clothed man's tone gradually became stern, and he said unquestionably: "There is enough senseless hatred between orcs and humans, and in this time of crisis, there should be no more blood debts, Grom!" ”

"Humph! Alarmist! Hellroar didn't buy the man in black's pleading words, and after snorting angrily, he roared angrily, "Guy with his head and tail, don't interfere in my fight, get out of my way!" ”

Speaking of which, the hell roar had already grabbed the blood roar and rushed out like lightning, and the fierce axe took it straight after standing up again, and Duke Leorick, who was standing behind the man in black, even encircled the black man in the range of the tomahawk's attack!

"Sonorous!"

A metallic resonance resounded through the sky, rising into the sky.

Hell Roar looked at the two hideous warhammers that parried the path of the blood roar in amazement, and after a while, he resisted the huge shock force transmitted by the battle axe, raised his head and frowned at the burly and tall figure in front of him, and roared with some annoyance:

"Get out of the way, Good!"

"Grom, this man can't move!"

But Old Tang smiled apologetically at the gloomy hell roar, turned around and handed his back to hell roar, stared at the thin figure of the man in black with a solemn face, and said lightly: "If I guess correctly, he is the prophet that Sal said......"

Ignoring the hellish roar whose expression changed from annoyance to surprise, Old Tang had put away the double hammer, and after saluting the man in black respectfully beating his chest, he showed a smile and asked softly:

"What shall I call you?"

"**Division? Prophet? Still is...... The Last Guardian? ”

"Your Excellency Medivan!" (To be continued) Q