"We High Elves have never been favored by fate!"

Standing at the top of the Tower of the Sunrage, Mo Wen watched as the hundreds of thousands of elves gathered below spread their arms and shouted loudly.

"Five thousand years ago, our ancestors were expelled from their own countrymen, and they crossed the ocean to come to this land; Three thousand years ago, the trolls' soldiers pointed directly at the city, the huge silver moon forest, fireworks everywhere, and we were only left with a lonely city; More than ten years ago, we participated in the orc war with respect for the covenant of our ancestors, but in the end we suffered heavy losses by accident; And just yesterday, the minions of the Undead Scourge attacked the invincible Quel'Thalas, simply because they coveted the treasures that have been passed down from generation to generation by our people! ”

"What did we High Elves do wrong, why did the world treat us so unfairly, war after war, invasion after invasion, taking away our families, our friends, our peaceful home, the blood of the elves has been lost enough, even if we have done something wrong before, is not this pain enough to pay off? When will this day of suffering end? My father is dead, the leaders of the Silvermoon Council are dead, and I don't know if I'm going to be the next ??????."

The plain voice made the most silent accusation, and in the face of Mo Wen's statement, countless elves under the tower burst into tears and couldn't cry, and many elven youths had red eyes and clenched their fists.

These are some pacifists who have nothing to do with the world and only want to stay in their own homes and enjoy life, but fate has drawn them into the whirlpool again and again, and at this time they hear Mo Wen's words. I only felt that the depression and depression in my heart could not be increased, and Mo Wen continued.

"Life and death. Now we High Elves have reached the final fork in the road, my fellow citizens. I have to tell you, just yesterday the damn Scourge polluted the Well of the Sun, and the energy that our ancestors have relied on for generations has provided us with any help, and the concentration of Quel'Thalas's mana is decreasing, and it won't be long before it will be the same as the outside world, although I have used the secret method of the royal family to intercept some of the mana, but this is far from enough, if we can't obtain the treasure that replaces the Well of the Sun, we High Elves will one day come to an end. Because they can't adapt to the declining magical environment, more than 90% of their compatriots will die due to magic exhaustion! ”

The desperate situation of reality struck the hearts of every elf present like a hammer, and these poor elves had just experienced the disaster of the natural disaster and siege of the city, and before they could recover from the death of their relatives and friends, they received another heavy blow.

The crowd began to stir, panic slowly spreading, but there was nothing to be done, and the helpless elves could only look expectantly at the seemingly thin but tall figure standing at the top of the Tower of the Sunfury.

And looking at those eyes full of expectation, Mo Wen stretched out his hand. Slowly pointing to the sky, he shouted loudly.

"We High Elves can't just go to extinction, I'm not reconciled, I'm not convinced!"

"We didn't do anything wrong. We just study magic quietly, just enjoy life with our family and friends every day, and we don't deserve it! ”

"Compared to the Night Elves who spend their days in the company of wild beasts. We have a splendid civilization; We are more united than human beings who are intriguing all day long; than just knowing about killing. Reckless and rude orcs, we love peace even more! Since the world did not let these races perish. And why should we let the High Elves disappear!! ”

There was silence at the scene, and everyone silently stared at the crazy roaring teenager on the spire, with tears in their eyes.

The high elves are arrogant, but their arrogance has its capital, maybe they have this or that problem, but compared to the night elves who have not changed for thousands of years, compared to the capricious humans, compared to the cruel and irascible orcs, they have more shining points, so Mo Wen's words like resonance made their hearts begin to rise and fall, unwilling, resentful, unwilling, the living are attached to the world, and their dissatisfaction with injustice began to slowly ferment, and finally was ignited by Mo Wen's next sentence.

"Enough! That's enough! Since the world is full of malice towards us, don't blame us for taking up the sword to defend the last right! ”

Blazing flames erupted from Mo Wen's hands, like a pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.

Powerful magic began to envelop the entire Silvermoon City, and in a flash of fire, half of the sky was rendered fiery red, and the eyes of the High Elves were also dyed red.

In the crimson flames, Mo Wen had a frenzy in his eyes, and shouted loudly at all the elves below.

"From this day forward, we are no longer the High Elves who have no quarrel with the world, in the name of blood, for revenge, for hope, for survival, from this day on—"

"- We are blood elves!"

"Take up our weapons, we will go out of our homeland, we will find a treasure that can replace the Well of the Sun, we will continue our race!"

"Those who have hurt us will pay the price, and all those who are full of malice towards us will be removed!"

"For the sake of our departed relatives and friends, for the sake of our children and grandchildren, for the sake of our peaceful life, I do not sue me, my fellow citizens, will you follow me?"

Leaning down, Mo Wen stretched out his right hand to the elves gathered below.

After a short period of calm, the next moment the whole square boiled.

Countless elves raised their arms in a frenzy and shouted.

"Long live His Royal Highness the Prince! Long live the Sunseeker family! Long live the Blood Elves! ”

"Swear to follow His Highness to the death, what His Highness is pointing to is where we are!"

"In the name of blood, for revenge, for hope, for survival!"

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The cries one after another, this is the most unwilling roar of a deceased race, and it is also a declaration of the birth of a new race.

Looking at the elves shouting frantically below, a smile appeared at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, and a little tear seemed to appear in the corner of his eyes, and then he saw him standing on the top of the Sun Fury Tower, and without hesitation, he cut his wrist with the sword in his hand.

"Since you are willing to entrust your lives to me," he said slowly, in the midst of the blood flowing, "In the name of the Sunstrider, I, Kael'thas, swear that I will lead you to victory, and our race will continue!" ”

His voice was not loud, but it easily overshadowed the voices of all the elves, and then in the eyes of everyone, His Royal Highness the prince showed an unprecedented bright smile, and said slowly word by word: "Everyone, on the day of victory, let us come back together to build our homeland!" ”

A simple sentence moved everyone from the bottom of their hearts, and even the elves who had been a little worried about the fanaticism of the entire race before were also convinced at this moment.

After all, who doesn't look forward to a peaceful and peaceful life? Who could refuse that natural and friendly smiling face?

Under the raging flames, the strong figure with a smile on his face has been engraved into the hearts of many people, which makes people sad and full of hope.

"Your Royal Highness!"

Whimpering, the elves spontaneously knelt down one by one, and saluted their esteemed Highness, knowing that just yesterday this Highness had lost his father forever, and the burden of the entire race was also on the shoulders of this young man who had just come of age, and the pressure was understandable, and now he was still smiling at them.

"His Royal Highness the Prince??????"

"The Blood Elves will win!"

"We will never perish!"

Although this time there was no crazy shout, at this moment all the elves made their own vows in their hearts-

In the Tower of Sunrage, Sylvanas' eyes were slightly red, and listening to the low shouts of the crowd outside, she slowly knelt down towards Mo Wen, who had retreated.

"Please, master, you must lead us to victory!"

No matter how sincere Mo Wen was in what he said, those simple words had already touched the heart of the elf ranger.

Their High Elf clan has really experienced too much suffering, and they have also experienced too much unwillingness.

Although it didn't really matter whether they won or not in Mowen's plan, Sylvanas still wanted to show the pride and glory of their clan to the whole world, and make her voice heard in this unjust world, if nothing else, but for the people who were shouting outside.

And standing beside her, Lia Delin and Solan Lian also knelt down one by one, looking at Mo Wen with tears in their eyes.

Mo Wen's footsteps paused slightly, and then strode away, but he left a faint word at the end.

"I will!" (To be continued......)

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