Menethil's Power

Chapter 313 Broken Sword
"So, those stupid mortals have landed on the island?" Tichondrius asked without looking back, staring at the Well of Chaos in front of him.

"Those little bugs are not worth mentioning. Although my strength is missing a lot, killing them is effortless!" Mannoroth said in a muffled voice.

"I promise you will have a chance to drink the blood of those mortals, Mannoroth, but you still need to wait patiently." Tichondrius said calmly, even in this situation where soldiers were approaching the city, he didn't seem to panic at all. And he uttered such perfunctory words, and the magic is that the always warlike and irritable abyss lord was appeased like this.

It seems that none of them think that the coalition forces that have completely surrounded the Sunwell Heights can pose a threat.

"With all due respect, my lord." Darkan hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "We may not be able to hold back until we can safely summon Lord Polluter. I think we should consider the way forward..."

"Do you think we can't summon Lord Archimonde?" Tichondrius still didn't turn his head, his wings fluttered slightly, and the coldness in his tone made Darkan's heart tremble, "The vision of mortals is really narrow and stupid , I thought you would be wiser, Darkan."

"But it is absolutely impossible for us to open a portal that allows Lord Polluter to pass through..." The coalition forces controlled all the energy nodes, making the Well of Chaos gather power very slowly. Darkan originally wanted to emphasize this point, but he He suddenly noticed that Tichondrius had been staring at the miserable green well water, and keenly felt that there was a slight difference in the Well of Chaos.

Could it be... Darkan seemed to understand something suddenly, "I'm going to check the defense of the Sunwell Highland right now." He said again, as if he suddenly had no doubts.

Tichondrius waved casually.

Darkan left the Sunwell Temple with the other two betrayed magisters, and walked towards the Sun Plaza. Compared to the calm Darkan, Sterling and Restalo were preoccupied expression.

"If we turn our backs now and help our compatriots get rid of these demons, will they let us survive for the sake of our own race?" Restalo suddenly asked after leaving the Sun Temple far enough away.

"Don't be stupid, then the gallows will be your best ending." Sterling said impetuously.

Restalor remained silent, and a different kind of thought was growing in his heart. Dar'Khan was the chief culprit that caused the Sunwell to fall, and Sterling assisted in the massacre of the Lawbreakers. They were all guilty. Forgiveness, but he's not the same as Restalo...

Darkan himself seemed to have not heard what the other two rebel magisters said. He never took these two "companions" seriously. If Darkan's betrayal was due to his own will and his desire for power If they are eager, then these two are entirely due to cowardice, fear, and life-and-death greed. Therefore, under the current situation, their originally unsteady will has been shaken again.

The three evil spirits unknowingly walked to the peak platform on the side of the Magic Sun Square, which should be the highest point of the entire Sunwell Heights. There are no other guards except for a few patrolling arcane structures. Linde and Restalo were still chattering, while Darkan was contemplating, and for a moment they were unaware of the same surroundings.

Day, suddenly dark.

Darkan was the first to realize that something was wrong. They seemed to have fallen into a dark field, and almost at the moment he reacted, a short black blade cut off Restalo's body without a sound. The head, the elf magister was still thinking about how to prove that he was only temporarily succumbing to the devil, but he no longer had this chance.

Sterling was stunned, but before he could make any move, a huge black mouth swallowed him. Apart from a few dull screams, Sterling disappeared completely without leaving anything behind. without a trace.

Darkan's hair stood on end, he felt mortal danger, and the attacker's next target must be him.The opponent was able to sneak into the Sunwell Heights without a sound, and his stealth and assassination abilities must be very terrifying. Darkan didn't think his body's ability to resist blows was much stronger than the two magisters who were killed just now.

But what's worse is that at this time, he doesn't even know the opponent's trace and specific identity. Darkan can only immediately prop up the fel energy shield and start to demonize quickly-this will make his skin harder, which can be regarded as Much better than nothing's defensive enhancements.

The Void Blade reappeared, and the undisguised target was Dar'Khan's neck. It was so fast that he couldn't react at all. The short black blade cut through Dar'Khan's fel shield, and the black energy and the green fel energy continued to The mutual cancellation allowed Darkan to see the specific shape of the short blade—it was not a dagger or a short knife, but a broken sword. The shape of the hilt gave Darkan a sense of familiarity...

"Stop! I know the key secrets of those demons!" The power obtained by the betrayal was very weak in front of the attackers, so Darkan did not make any resistance at the critical moment, but shouted loudly with all his strength road.

The Broken Sword barely stopped the moment it touched Darkan's neck, and he didn't go any further. He was really relieved. Being able to negotiate is the best situation, and he has a high probability of saving his life.

At the same time, he also looked at the broken sword that almost took his life again, and completely confirmed its name. It turned out to be Quel'Delar, the dragon-forged blade. It was broken, and only one-third of it remained. Quel'Delar with a little blade.

"Salorian? You're not dead?" Darkan tentatively asked the pitch-black figure that suddenly appeared.

The response he received was that the blade of Quel'Delar's broken sword approached a little again, and the sharp cold air chilled Dar'Kan's skin. "Don't talk nonsense, traitor, you only have 30 seconds to tell the secret that can delay your sinful life." A cold voice sounded, full of hatred and killing intent.

Damn it, it turned out to be Aurelia, Darkan muttered in his heart, he was not going to waste the 30 seconds of survival, "The demons are generally weak, except for a few senior leaders, they can hardly Resist the Azeroth army outside." Dar'Khan said very quickly.

"You don't need to explain that." Alleria responded, and at the same time Quel'Delar approached a little more, cutting a bloody scar on Dar'Khan's neck.

"But you can't achieve absolute victory. They have the ability to summon Archimonde before you completely break through the Sunwell Highland."

"This is impossible. The four nodes of Eversong Forest have always been under our control. They cannot open the portal of that energy level." Alleria immediately denied it.

"If it is to open the portal that can transport demigods alone, they really can't do it, but what if the sunwell itself is used as the frame of the portal?" Darkan said word by word. At this moment, he has completely calmed down. , although still facing life-threatening, but has begun to try to control the initiative of the conversation.He made this judgment from Tichondrius's reaction and his knowledge of the Sunwell, and there was no doubt that he was right.

"How is this possible?" Alleria exclaimed subconsciously, "How can I be sure that this is not a lie you made up to save your life?" She asked immediately.

"You should have a way to communicate with the outside world, you can contact Kael'thas, and then the last sun chaser can tell you what the sun well can be used for." Darkan replied calmly.

Alleria remained silent, "This news is indeed enough to buy you a few minutes of life, but I still want you to pay for your crime..."

She is ready to do it.

However, Darkan immediately interrupted her, "You can't do this, I still have considerable value, Sunwell Highland still has an autonomous defense mechanism, look at those arcane structures, they are enough to block tens of thousands of soldiers , and only I can shut them down, this will inevitably provide you with very precious time to prevent the summoning of the demons, you should know that the world is basically over after the polluters come into the world, I think in the face of the safety of the entire Azeroth , personal or even racial hatred doesn't matter, does it?"

Alleria fell silent again. Personally speaking, she wished she could tear Darkan to pieces immediately, but her rationality told her that this despicable guy was right, he had cunningly used objective conditions to weave a A tight protection net. '

"Yes, if you can save everything, then I will temporarily put down my hatred." Alleria finally said reluctantly.

"Very well, we should be regarded as a cooperative relationship now." Darkan showed a mastery smile, and then changed the topic, "Then it's up to me to make the request now."

"Your request?" A sense of extreme absurdity welled up in Alleria's heart, "Don't forget that your life is still in my hands."

"It's just an insignificant request. I hope to get in touch with the existence behind you." Darkan said calmly, his eyes flickering faintly, and he finally expressed his real purpose.

He betrayed his own race, and the reward given by the Burning Legion turned out to be only to transform him into a half-demon state, and the power bestowed on him can be said to be insignificant.But on the contrary, Alleria obtained extremely powerful power from the existence behind her. You must know that she was just a ranger, but now she can crush the half-demonized Dar'Khan.

It's also the power gained by sacrificing something. The one behind Alleria is obviously much more generous. Darkan doesn't mind changing jobs and changing bosses.

"If I accept the same power as you, it means that I can't return to the devil's side, and this will also increase my reliability, won't it?"

Anyway, he is already a betrayer, and it doesn't seem to matter if he betrays again.

On the other side of the Isle of Quel'Danas, the Throne of the Sunstrider.

Kael'thas walked in here slowly, looking at this familiar ruined wall, he felt a burning pain in his heart.

Isaacs is also here, and the advance team of the coalition forces has obviously conducted a preliminary search here. Isaacs handed Kael'thas two things: a broken crown and a red long sword broken in two.

"We didn't find your father's body," Isaacs said in a low voice. "This is his only relic. It can be imagined that he fought... very heroically."

Anasterian, the Sun King left very little trace in this world.

Kael'thas took the two items, his arms trembling faintly. Although he didn't have any hope about whether his father was still alive, he suddenly knew that he was dead without a whole body. The elf prince still couldn't accept it emotionally for a while.His eyes couldn't help turning red, and then he lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Kael'thas said as calmly as possible.

Isaacs expressed complete understanding, he looked at the elf prince with sympathy, he understood this feeling, in fact this is what he fears most and has been trying to avoid happening to himself.

The broken crown is just a pure gold item, but the crimson broken sword is obviously of great significance, "Strike of Flame," Kael'thas said the name of the sword, and he showed a wry smile, "Sunstrider A weapon passed down from generation to generation by the family, it represents the courage, glory, and... kingship of the Sunstrider, but now that it is broken, it means that everything it represents has disappeared."

In the Battle of Silvermoon City nearly half a year ago, Mannoroth brutally killed Anasterian, and Thalorian also sacrificed his life trying to stop him. Both Flamestrike and Quel'Delar were killed. This tyrannical pit lord was crushed, which is enough to show the unrivaled power of Mannoroth.

Isaacs originally wanted to put his hand on Kael'thas' shoulder to comfort him, but he chose to give up because he found that there were too many spikes on the elf prince's shoulder armor, "The disaster is coming to an end, and this disaster will make Quidorei Even more powerful, Flamestrike will be reforged, and so will the high elves, as leaders we don't have time to be sad, your people still need you, Kael'thas." He comforted, or in disguise Made some promises.

"Do my people really need me?" With his back to Isaacs, Kael'thas whispered to himself, showing a wry smile.He knew exactly what Isaacs wanted to express. Lordaeron would not interfere in the internal affairs of the high elves or invade the land of Quel'Thalas.However, the fact is that those civilians who withdraw from Quel'Thalas in the near future will inevitably face the problem of magic addiction and have to accept transformation into light-forged elves. Ranger lords such as Du Lun and senior mages such as Rommath still remain loyal, so how stable is the rule of the Sunstrider?
Facts have shown that the previous political system of Silvermoon City was incompetent and corrupt.Kael'thas suddenly felt that it was time for him to establish a new political system for Quel'Thalas.

Isaacs walked out of the dilapidated court of the Sunstrider, he thought it would be better for the elf prince to stay alone for a while.Just as he was about to return to the newly established forward camp on the coastline, he suddenly received a message from the Hyperion, and Matt Horner reported to him the latest news detected by Aurelia in his usual calm voice.

Even though he has seen a lot of wind and waves, Isaacs still couldn't help taking a breath. The Burning Legion is indeed a very difficult enemy, even if it is at an absolute disadvantage, it still has the possibility of a comeback.

"Order all troops to speed up the advance." Isaacs ordered immediately, and this battle is far from slowing down.

(End of this chapter)