Stormwind God

Kael'thas didn't know how he stepped out of the palace.

He felt that a certain belief was collapsing in his heart.

Is this what I believe in for thousands of years?

Not the ultimate pursuit of magic, but simply a nostalgia for power and a worship of power?

What about Sylvanas' one day reaching her sister's status?

There are so many high places in the kingdom, like a transparent pyramid that can see the top from the bottom, but unless it is an elf mage with noble blood, it can't reach the top at all.

The so-called promotion is nothing more than a seemingly beautiful lie.

Looking up, Kael'thas sighed, and suddenly he found that he was very envious of human beings, and the one he particularly admired was Duke.

Because Duke, only Duke, with a civilian capital, relying on his ability and wisdom, step by step to the highest level of the alliance.

But Kael'thas, who has a prince status, can only do nothing under the control of his father, under the control of the Silvermoon Council.

Seemingly noble identity is really useless.

The high elves are extremely long-lived. Although his father has entered the end of his life, who knows how long he can live? As long as the father is still alive for a day, his crown prince is only an illusory promise in the field of power that cannot be fulfilled.

"Duke, I really envy you!" Kael'thas sighed again.

On the other side, Sylvanas was lost in the southernmost frontline of Eversong Forest.

In the eyes of the two Ranger generals, Lor'themar Theron and Hadullon Brightwing, the returning Sylvanas is extremely good.

Under her command, the elves were working defensively. That is a means that even the old ranger who has lived for thousands of years has not seen it.

In the wasteland to the south of Yongge Forest, a large area where the grass has been stripped is called a fire belt. This makes it easier to carry out fire attacks further south.

Sylvanas simply inserted a flag on the hill and decided by the wind direction where to set fire, and where the fire would spread.

A little north of the source of the river, there are a large number of giant ceramic pots, which store a huge amount of holy water. If the Scourge crosses the river, as long as a few guards break the jar, they can also bring great joy to those bones.

In the forest, Sylvanas began to make a simple hollow brick. As long as he stayed in this bunker built with five layers of hollow bricks, even the ice arrow of the morning star mage, he could not shoot through the bunker. .

If it is temporarily sprinkled with holy water, according to the magician's estimation, it can even resist the shadow arrow of the morning star warlock.

All the actions of Sylvanas were miracles in the eyes of the elves.

She received a lot of praise. She had clearly left for ten years and was still half a traitor, but she was loved by the Rangers almost fanatically, and even surpassed their immediate chiefs Lor'themar and Hadullon.

However, she knew that these seemingly simple but very effective little means had nothing to do with her.

What she taught the elves today are all the little inventions and creations left by Duke!

She didn't know how Duke's head melon grew. Originally, in the secular idea, the only mystery that could fight the mystery. But Duke used this simple and even primitive method to bridge the gap between ordinary mortals and mysteries to the greatest extent.

What made Sylvanas a little bit more alarmed was that on the surface these methods were to guard against orcs, but from all clues, Duke could be inferred ... It seemed that when the war with the tribe ended 13 years ago, it was expected The invasion of the Scourge Army.

Looking out to the south, Rangers report that the humans over there are still actively organizing resistance. New human reinforcements have arrived across the sea, and they are rapidly building a continuous line of defense.

It stands to reason that even if the Plague Legion hit Quel'Thalas, it would not be a matter of these two months. The high elves still have plenty of time to prepare.

But Sylvanas's mouth was bitter.

"I'm not convinced!"

"I want to surpass my sister!"

"I want to get out of Duke's asylum and start a career."

"But ... what am I doing now?"

She has been away for more than ten years. Although the influence of the windrunner is still there, after all, it is almost treason to reseal the nobles and leave the kingdom. When she returns to this forest that she is familiar with and obsessed with, she is a ranger Suspiciousness and mistrust in our eyes.

She couldn't let go of them.

For more than a decade, this is almost a generation for humans.

But for the elf who hasn't changed for thousands of years, it feels like a long slap.

Stubborn, self-closing.

Sylvanas was shocked to find that most of the rangers were still preparing to use the wooden arrows to deal with the undead of the Scourge.

What international joke?

Wooden arrow or something, even if it hits the head of the zombie?

As long as the Lich or Undead Mage who controls the low-level undead is still there, the zombies charge you with a hundred arrows.

In order to save his hometown, Sylvanas had secretly visited the frontline of the South China Sea City State before coming.

Physical damage is meaningless to the undead!

She tried to persuade the Rangers, but there was no effect at all. In anxiety, she took out the means of Professor Duke ...

Use the Light Arrow to snip enemy heads.

Fire attack and water attack.

A three-dimensional line of defense consisting of a shooting tower hanging from a tree and a bunker on the ground cross firepower.

These novel terms, these new fighting concepts, all came from Duke.

Obviously, the defense line of Yongge Forest is strong day by day, and the chance to keep home is increasing day by day. She should be ecstatic in her heart. The stronger the partial defense line is, the more obvious her feeling of loss is.

Because all these achievements have nothing to do with her, she just stands on the shoulders of Duke Marcus, a giant, wantonly plagiarizing and squandering the wisdom of war from Duke.

There is no harm without contrast.

I have seen the prosperity of Elwynn Forest, and I have seen the economic and technological development of the Storm Kingdom almost every day. Sylvanas even felt that if the high elves did not make reforms, they would be eliminated by the generations and the world. Too far away.

But what did she see?

A decadent, a kingdom that will never change!

Although she was proud and proud of it, if you think about it and take a closer look, you will be surprised to find that the surnames at the top of the kingdom have not changed since the founding of the country.

I vowed thirteen years ago that if you are looking for a partner, find a male hero who does not lose to her sister and three sisters, a real hero far beyond Duke.

It's a pity that when looking back at the entire kingdom of high elves, looking at the so-called nobles who have nostrils but do nothing, Sylvanas just wants to vomit.

Correct!

Still that sentence!

Without contrast, there is no harm!