Quel'Salas, Sunny Breeze Village.

There was silence in this hell of flesh and blood, the Twilight Hammer's army was ready to go, and the cultists looked silently at His Royal Highness the Beloved Prince on the high platform.

"My compatriots, listen to me. Kael'thas looked grimly at the people below, all of whom were wearing purple robes.

"My father, the Sun King Anatsrian, is no longer capable of leading us, and the prophesied catastrophe is about to engulf all of Quel'Thalas, so he must be overthrown, and the High Elves must re-choose their own path in order to attain true salvation!"

Kael'thas shouted, adding in his heart, "And Gianna." ”

"Long live Kael'thas!Hail to the new Sun King, Kael'thas!" the Twilight cultists below began to cheer in unison.

Seeing this, Kael'thas nodded in satisfaction.

"Now, who wants to be promoted? Let the High Cthulhu bestow powerful new powers and forms!"

As the prince's words fell, two strange humanoid creatures appeared behind him, exuding terrifying fluctuations of powerful power.

Their bodies were made entirely of fiery red elemental flames, with dark purple rune armor wrapped in key parts, and a hideous black mask carved with dark golden energy runes on their faces.

They are the ascenders.

The atmosphere of the crowd below was immediately ignited, and it instantly became a sea of raised hands.

The Sun King Anatsirian sat on the throne of the Silver Moon Court, his eyes a little glazed.

Now that the situation has become clear, it could not be clearer.

The leader of Twilight's hammer is his own son, Kael'thas.

It has always been his son Kael'thas who forced himself to abdicate.

The one who thinks he is incapable of leading Quel'Salas is still his son Kael'thas.

Why?

Can anyone tell me why?

Has his son always been in disguise?

That kind of politeness, that kind of courtesy corporal, that kind of behavior that makes you extremely proud, are they all disguises?

Now all of Quel'Thalas has fallen into the hands of Kael'thas and fallen into the hands of Twilight's hammer.

The army mutinied, the nobles defected, and Silvermoon City was about to fall.

Fortified fortresses are always breached from within, and Silvermoon City, which has never fallen, is about to usher in its first time.

Looking at the empty Silvermoon Court, Anatsrian fell into silence and endless sadness.

Well, since the son wanted the throne so much, so convinced that he could know how to lead the High Elves better than his father.

Then give it to you, my son.

Then it's all up to you.

At this moment, there was a commotion and the sound of battle outside the royal court, and it stopped after a while.

Dressed in dark purple robes, Kael'thas strode in with a group of High Elf soldiers, the three balls of twilight energy on his shoulders spinning rapidly.

Anatsrian's eyes widened.

Kael'thas ... What happened to him?

Why is he ... So much has changed? Is this still his own son?

And behind the prince, the humanoid monster composed of the four flame elements made Anatsrian extremely frightened, and he could feel that the flame monster was the soul of the High Elves, and it was their compatriots!

"No, what the hell happened to you, my son? You would never do that, you must have been tempted and controlled by some being!" Anatsrian snapped to his feet and yelled at Kael'thas.

Kael'thas was stunned for a moment, then laughed and walked quickly to his father.

"I'm being controlled? no, no, no, no... My father, how could you have such a foolish idea? Is it true that when you encounter a major change, the first thing that comes to your mind is to blame all the reasons on uncontrollable external forces?"

Anat Srian shook his head incessantly, looking incredulous.

"No, Kael'thas ... It's not you, come to your senses, get rid of these controls! It's not you, it's not my son who speaks now!"

"Abdicate, my father, you are no longer qualified and capable of continuing to lead the High Elves forward. Kael'thas didn't answer, sighed, and spoke slowly.

"Do you have the qualifications and abilities to do so? Devil, give me back my son!"

Anatsrian roared, and the staff appeared in his hand, and the energy in his body began to gather.

Flutter!

Anatsrian's body shook violently and looked down at his chest.

There was an intricately shaped fiery red dagger.

"You forced me, father. Kael'thas had endless sadness in his eyes.

"But I don't have a choice, I must be responsible for the people first, and then the family, this is what you have taught me since I was a child, for the prosperity and development of the clan, our Sunchaser family can pay any price, so, I keep it in mind. ”

Hearing this, Anatsrian's eyes slowly regained his composure, and he looked at his son, slowly falling.

He was then gently caught by Kael'thas and placed on the ground.

"You... Are you really not being controlled? are you really ... Is it my son? You won't remember ... Those ... ”

Kael'thas shook his head, beckoned, and motioned for the soldier to go to the priest.

"Father, you really don't have the ability to continue to lead the High Elves, decisive calamity and opportunity are coming, and I must not watch Quel'Thalas passively endure all of this, and finally end up on the verge of destruction. ”

Anatsrian's wounds were frozen in ice by Kael'thas, but the Sun King's life was still passing by at a rapid pace.

"So... I believe in you, my son. Anat Srian let his worries go after confirming that his son was not being controlled.

"But you have to remember ... Our mission as a day-seeker ... It's for Quel'Thalas to develop ... Grow... If you really foresee any catastrophe and change ... ”

As he spoke, Anatsrian stared into Kael'thas eyes, one hand slamming into his son's chest.

"Then I can help you ... That's all. ”

Anatsrian gathered the energy essence of his body and quickly transmitted it to Kael'thas chest, and the Sun King was transferring all his life essence and all the magical energy into Kael'thas's body.

"Make good use of this power, and you will be a better king than I am ... My son. ”

Anatsrian's hand fell suddenly, losing all signs of life, and his skin was dry and dull.

Kael'thas quietly felt the extraordinary power in his body, the inheritance of the Sun King, the essence and accumulation of the life of their ancestor, Darth Rema*, the Sunstrider.

"I'll take advantage of it, father... The High Elves will never perish. ”

Anat Srian was officially declared dead, and his time was over.

And his son, the new Sun King Kael'thas, took over the banner of Quel'Salas and continued to lead the High Elves forward.

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