Chapter 463 34. Salute to the New King, Babies~
"We should stay here and not give up the ancestral land of the high elves, Quel'Thalas, this will always be our home! We cannot betray it!"
In Daysome Fortress, Hawksbill, the king of rangers, slapped the table. The old elf general looked angry without a trace of the elegance that elves should have. He shouted at the ranger lords and mage lords in front of him. :
"I won't run away from my home with my tail between my legs! My soldiers and I are staying here. You have given up on Silvermoon City, but I haven't given up yet! Whether it's trolls or undead, or those damned plants, whoever Don't even try to take my home away from me! Don't even think about it!"
"No one said leaving, General Hawksbeer."
Archmage Romanth said coldly:
"Of course the soldiers will stay here and defend our land, but what about the civilians? Nearly a million civilians have been displaced throughout the southern forest, and the crazy plants are spreading from the north to the southern forest. Soon, the southern forest will also become If you are no longer safe, tell me, General, what are you going to do to protect your people?"
"With my bow and my sword!"
The old general refused to budge, he stared at the archmage in front of him:
"Before I fall, no one wants to hurt them! If the forest is no longer safe, we will cut down these trees. Didn't King Dath'Remar lead the ancestors to create the Sunstrider 6800 years ago? The era... the will of the ancestors shrouded this land, what the ancestors can do, can't we, the descendants of blood, not be able to do it?"
"This is not a matter of will alone... Calm down, General Hawksbill! Send the civilians out of Quel'Thalas first, none of us will abandon Quel'Thalas, we will stay Here to fight with you!"
The very tired Lor'themar Theron gritted his teeth and said:
"Whatever happens, civilians are always innocent."
"Ha! You know now that civilians are innocent?"
The Ranger King looked at the lords in front of him with contempt:
"When the Sun King went mad to provoke those undead lunatics, why didn't you think about innocent civilians? Use Liresa's daughter as a bargaining chip to try to win a disgusting victory? Why don't I know when the country I am loyal to will change? It's like this? Obscene! Dirty! This is the trouble your own arbitrariness has caused our country, and now, the instigator of all things let me take care of the overall situation instead?"
Hawksbill's shrill voice echoed through the room:
"You don't deserve to call yourself fighters at all, you are just a bunch of bastards who risk their country and civilians! You make me feel sick!"
This direct reprimand made the lords in front of them silent. In the final analysis, no one is a prophet, and no one could have predicted that the original adventure would lead to so many and such bad consequences, but now things have happened. Simple accusations can't change anything, but Hawksbill insists on staying in Quel'Thalas to defend the country's lords, which also makes other lords very powerless.
It is impossible to make substantive progress in a noisy meeting. In fact, apart from the meeting in front of you, there are still many troubles facing the elves, such as the threat of the undead in the North, and the forest that is becoming more and more dangerous , and the daily necessities of a large number of people... Elves can live in the forest for a long time, but the high elves who are used to city life still need shelter from the wind and rain to make them feel at ease.
The entire southern forest is shrouded in an atmosphere of panic. It is hard to say when those people who survived the disaster will break the last string in their hearts...
In short, the entire group of Quel'Thalas high elves who lost their city and territory are already standing on the edge of a precarious cliff, and they desperately need a leader who can unite everyone.
In fact, there is such a person who is very suitable, almost a natural leader, but the current situation of Prince Kael'thas is very bad. He shut himself in the house and refused to communicate with anyone. Everyone was very anxious, but The lords are also very clear that under the current situation, there is really no way to force him anymore.
The prince suffered more and more terrible pressure than anyone present, and what he lost was more bitter than everyone else.
After more than ten minutes, the meeting failed to reach any reconciliation, and finally ended in a turmoil. General Hawksbill decided to take his Quel Dolin Legion forward to Silvermoon City, and he was also prepared to Ordered to recall the Plateau Vanguard Corps stationed in Hinterlands, as well as some mages who have been staying in the human city of Dalaran.
And some radical nobles also sided with Hawksbill, especially when Silvermoon City was broken, the angry people who lost their loved ones and longed for revenge. Right now, the power of the Parliament faction is finally being suppressed. But immediately after, the royal party, which had always been united, showed signs of splitting when the disaster came.
This has to be said to be a kind of irony. When the pressure from the outside world is getting bigger and bigger, it can always make many people show their feet.
"Duh, duh, duh"
Lor'themar Theron, whose body was bandaged, walked outside the prince's room alone. He gritted his teeth, and for the first time in his life, he did something that did not conform to the attitude of his subordinates. His eyes were full of worry and resentment. Worried about the current state of His Highness the Prince and the upper-level situation in Quel'Thalas that is about to split, but resentful about the prince's inaction.
Lor'themar Theron is a very good ranger. He has been trained under General Liresa since he was a child. In a sense, Lor'themar and Tyrion have similar views: if a person is capable enough to Some things are not done, and things get worse step by step, then all subsequent disasters, all chaos, and all consequences will be the responsibility of that person...a nightmare that can never be escaped.
"Your Highness Kael'thas, I know you are inside!"
Through the door, Lor'themar whispered:
"I understand that you have lost a lot, and I can understand your pain. When I was a child, my parents died in the battle with trolls. If it weren't for General Liresa's earnest teaching, I might have already Lost in pain, I don't want to try to teach you anything, but right now, this country, we... the people of Quel'Thalas, we need you."
"I know it's abhorrent to force a person to return to the cold reality from extreme pain and loss, but I have to do it... You have the ability and the responsibility to restore everything now, and I cannot let you lose It, I don't want you to regret it for the rest of your life...so, forgive me."
After finishing speaking, Lor'themar took a step back. Under the horrified gazes of the guards on both sides, the lord who always abided by etiquette flew up and kicked on the door of His Highness the prince in front of him.
"click"
With a crisp sound, sawdust flew across, and the wound on Lor'themar's abdomen burst open, dyeing the white bandage red. The ranger lord strode into the room in front of him, but unexpectedly, he I didn't see a Kael'thas who was decadent to the extreme. Sunstrider... I didn't see a drunkard who escaped pain and reality.
Kael'thas was still the same Kael'thas, as elegant and handsome as before, wearing meticulous robes and pendants, and even combing his hair neatly. His prince seemed to have never changed. The fleeting fragility seemed to be just an illusion. He half-kneeled in the middle of the room. In front of his eyes was a dark red magic sword stuck upside down on the floor.
The fingers of His Highness the Prince touched the hilt of the sword, and the purple magic halo danced on his wrist and the hilt of the sword, as if, seemed to be communicating something.
Lor'themar, who broke into the room, saw the origin of the sword at a glance. He immediately understood that he had made a big mistake. The prince was not escaping from reality or reminiscing about the past. On the contrary, he was trying to crack the sword alone. The immediate predicament is in the way of the descendants of the Sunstrider.
"Your Highness, I...I..."
Lor'themar wanted to say something, but Kael'thas stopped him from apologizing. The prince's voice became a little lower and colder than before, and he said softly:
"You came at the right time, Lor'themar, go and call all the lords of the royal party, including Hawksbill, including those parliamentarians... let them come over!"
"Let them witness my coronation!"
"Obey!"
A gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of the ranger lord, and he left the room in a flash. After receiving the news, the lords of Quel'Thalas rushed from various places to the front of the heavily guarded room. Hawksbill, Archmage Roman Si, Lor'themar Theron, Castle Brightwing, these lords with military power stared at the room.
There, the purple halo on the body of Prince Kael'thas, who was kneeling on the ground, became brighter and more gorgeous, full of the mysterious beauty of magic. The sword, the magic long sword that had lost its luster, represented the Rath's Sunstrider's supreme sword, from the ancestor of the first Sun King Dath'Remar, was also a legendary weapon that enjoyed a high reputation in the Elf Empire thousands of years ago.
Flame Strike, that is a weapon that only obeys the Sun King. It has witnessed the prosperity of the Elven Empire, and also witnessed the tragedy of the demons ravaging Azeroth ten thousand years ago. It followed its master to resist the dark power of the stars. It witnessed It achieved a difficult victory, and it also carried the great division thousands of years ago. It is no exaggeration to say that this sword itself is the embodiment of the civilization evolution history of the Quel'Thalas high elves.
The meaning it represents has long gone beyond the meaning of the sword itself.
"bass"
With a clear sound of the sword, Kael'thas pulled up the gloomy Flame Strike from the ground. He lifted it obliquely to the sky, and clusters of golden flames burst out from the surrounding space. As if with a will of its own, wrapped around the blade of this tarnished legendary longsword.
A vague chirping made the lords watching this scene look around. It was like the chirping of a bird, but it seemed more ethereal. The golden flames danced and entangled on the dark red sword blade. It seems to melt the steel, and even the air and light are distorted under the extreme high temperature, but that is not an illusion.
Kael'thas could feel that the long sword in his hand was shaping little by little, as if it was melting in the flames, he could feel that this weapon seemed to have its own soul, and was interacting with him. Communication is changing its form according to Kael'thas' usage habits and self-will, which is the power flowing in this ancient blade.
A higher level of power... who made this sword, when it was made, what material it was made of, these are not important, in the thousands of years of symbiosis with the sun well, the weapon itself was also changed.
"wow"
In the eyes of everyone, the golden flame danced endlessly, until the body of Prince Kael'thas was also enveloped in the blazing flame, just like the opening of a grand ceremony, the golden flame was fleeting, Kael'thas On the body of Prince Si, there also appeared a spinning sphere of flames, and, on his green shoulder pads, a miniature, lifelike golden-red phoenix.
It has beautiful feathers, and the whole body is dotted with the most beautiful flame feathers. It is an elemental creature made by the talented Kael'thas Sunstrider, and now, bathed in the prince and the long sword in his hand. At the same time as the fire was reborn, this elemental creature was also endowed with new powers.
The flame...the flame was with him.
In the sound like a phoenix chirping, Kael'thas raised the Flame Strike in his hand. This sword has completely changed its shape, held by the prince, it is like a brightly colored phoenix claw, sharp and noble And deadly, with a heavy and irresistible majesty.
Kael'thas took a step forward, and a flaming crown made entirely of golden flames appeared on top of his head. The moment he stepped out of the room, the surrounding Phoenix guards all knelt on one knee. Kneeling, they offered their allegiance to the new king of Quel'Thalas.
"My lords."
Kael'thas looked at the lords in front of him with cold eyes, and he said softly:
"I will lead my people into a never-ending war. Quel'Thalas will no longer shirk his responsibility and his life. I will rebuild Quel'Thalas, but not now... in all After the dust settles, I will take you back here, to the eternal home of the high elves, but not now!"
"I see the war in the future, the more painful and terrifying war, I will join it without hesitation, and even die in the battlefield of life and death, but this is not to save my world, this is about my people Their world...the only world they have, and this is a battle I must fight as king!"
"Who...would like to come with me?"