My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Really...really?"

Tyrande heard what Arthas said, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in her heart-she subconsciously leaned against Arthas, and then timidly opened her eyes.

It was true-Tyrande gave the answer in his heart almost instantly-I don't know when, Sindragosa has left the ground, flying high in the air smoothly.

The huge wings on both sides flapped regularly, making loud noises; passing through the spinous bones and wings, Tyrande widened his eyes, looking at the white air masses that were retreating quickly.

Are those clouds?It turned out that they looked like this in the sky-the young priestess of the moon couldn't help but stretched out her hand, feeling the wind rushing over her fingertips, thinking in surprise.(To be continued.)

1029 Break

It turned out that the sky was not full of clear blue and clear blue skies and snow-white clouds as he thought, but a somewhat cold environment that was no different from the air on the ground - Tyrande thought this in his heart, and then took himself Cast his eyes to the ground.

The forest, the stream, and the wilderness are as small as an ant in Tyrande's eyes at this moment. Her gaze passed through the flapping wings of Sindragosa, and she saw the scenery on the ground she was familiar with—she could even see To the distant city of Suramar-it turns out that even if Escadal has exhausted all his strength and ran for a day, this hometown of Tyrande, Illidan and Malfurion still has not left them too far. ...

"Ilidan, have you seen it? There is Suramar City... Illidan, what's wrong with you?"

Tyrande gazed at her hometown in the distance with excitement, and wanted to find the same small and unclear Moon Temple in the somewhat chaotic building complex of Suramar City; she turned her head happily, and wanted to make Ma Fario and Illidan experienced their joy together, but found that the expression on Illidan's face was a little bit wrong.

"Ilidan?"

Malfurion was not as relaxed as Tyrande. He had been thinking about the next plan before, and he didn’t have much leisure to look at the scenery... It’s just Tyrande’s exclamation that reminded him that the young druid told himself When he looked around, he found that his brother was in pain on his face, so he hurriedly asked.

"I……"

Illidan frowned tightly. When he was about to answer Malfurion's question, he felt a little sore and sore all over his body. He couldn't stand firmly and fell to the ground - Cortalus who was originally behind him? Ravencrest also rolled to the ground, slipped between the two scales of Sindragosa, and got stuck there.

"Ilidan...what happened to you?"

Malfurion had witnessed all this, but he had no time to take care of the master of the Black Rook Castle-by contrast, he cared more about his brother-so the young druid ran to Illidan's side , Knelt down on one knee, held his shoulder, and asked eagerly.

"Yeah, Illidan...what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Do you need me to treat you?"

Tyrande also ran to Illidan's side, knelt down, and asked with concern.

"No, I have no problem, it's just..."

Illidan's gaze showed a confused look. He gently pushed away Malfurion's holding his hand and looked at his palm—where, a lavender fluorescent light was trying to condense together. , But in the end it unavoidably dispersed into a lavender smoke.

"How is this going?"

Malfurion looked at his brother and asked questioningly—he had never seen such a lost expression on Illidan's face—the young druid knew that his brother was always proud and calm.

"My connection with the Well of Eternity seems...broken..."

Illidan raised his head blankly, looked at Malfurion, and muttered.

...

"You mean... the connection between you and the Well of Eternity is severed, so you can't use spells now?"

Arthas sat opposite Illidan, looked at the depressed night elf with some surprise, and asked in a low voice.

"That's it, yes, although I don't know what happened, but the fact is really like this... I can still use some of the spells Cenarius taught me, but... I can't control the Austrian through the Well of Eternity. The power of art."

Illidan replied somewhat frustratedly.

"Why does this happen? Has there been a precedent for this before?"

Arthas frowned, thought about it, and then asked-it seemed that it was not a good thing to hear such news when they were about to arrive at Aishalene.

"Never had."

Illidan shook his head and gritted his teeth secretly-he only hated that the night elf mage present was alone... But Illidan felt that if he could not even regain the power of the well of eternity, other night elf mage might be too. same.

"You stupid mortals who play with arcane power... Without the power of the Well of Eternity, you are nothing... But Master, there seems to be something wrong with the Well of Eternity... Our Blue Dragon stays in Aisa The arcane puppets near Lin also lost contact with me just now... It seems that some huge force is grabbing the last energy of the Well of Eternity."

While Arthas was thinking, Sindragosa's voice came from under his feet—it seemed that the blue dragon was not only busy flying, but also did not miss the conversation between his master and the night elves. .

"Those high-level elves must have done it... They want to take the wells that belong to all the night elves! It must be so... Mr. Arthas, we..."

Malfurion stood up sharply. He clenched his fist tightly and said loudly-things are getting more and more obvious-the Well of Eternity has been with the night elves for tens of thousands of years... if My dream is not a fact, so what reason is there to explain the broken connection between Illidan and the well of eternity?

"I understand, Malfurion... Don't worry, Sindragosa's flying speed is very fast, and we can get there right away... Hope the situation is not too bad."

Arthas nodded, then stretched out his hand and patted Sindragosa lightly on the back-I don't know if the blue dragon felt the owner's encouragement, or he heard the anxiety in the owner's tone- —All in all, Sindragosa suddenly increased the speed of flapping his wings, like a blue meteor, passing through the sky ahead.

...

As Illidan thought-he was not the only night elf mage who lost contact with the Well of Eternity.

After communicating with his queen, the counselor Harves decided to cut off the communication between the well of eternity and other night elves, and locked the huge power in the queen’s palace, only for the upper elves. For summoning more demon legions into this world-Counselor Harves believes that the arrival of the Burning Legion will completely change the fate of the night elves and this world-no, or from this moment on, there is no more in the world The night elves, only the title of the upper elves, will continue forever with the reign of the Burning Legion.

As for the consequences of doing this, of course the counselor Harvis had already thought about it clearly—the night elves’ wizards would obviously lose their power...but that’s good, the counselor Harvis originally thought that except for the high elves. In addition, other night elves do not deserve the favor of the Well of Eternity.

……(To be continued.)

1030 sir

The entire kingdom of night elves, the entire continent of Kalimdor, and thousands of other species, felt lost.Their connection with Jing was severed.The power they once enjoyed is now gone.The alertness grew rapidly, because it was as if someone reached out and stole the moon.Those residents living near the palace naturally wanted to ask their queen for help, calling for Azshara's guidance.They waited in front of the locked gate, and the crowd gathered.

Above, the sentry looked expressionless, neither opening the door nor appeasing the crowd.It wasn't until midnight when the elves from most parts of the city swarmed here, and the gate finally opened slowly.The elves crowded forward, like a rushing flood.They are sure that Azshara will eventually come out to respond to their plea.

However, what appeared in the palace was not a queen, nor anything that the night elf world could imagine.

It was the first victim of the Burning Legion.

...

The Queen’s counselor, Harves, heard the waves of protest and condemnation outside the palace—he knew that the night elves who lived in Essalin could not easily endure the fact that they were not blessed by the Well of Eternity.

But Harves didn't care, he decided to show his power to the world, or... the power of the Burning Legion-these lowly night elves... Do they think they can be compared with the high elves?Whether it is for the safety of Her Majesty the Queen or the majesty of Her Excellency Sargeras... these perpetrators must be punished and must pay the price of death.

In order to demonstrate his strength, and to satisfy those fiends who were already in the palace around the corner and restless—Harves gave his compatriots to them—killing will be the only theme in this world from now on.

...

The Burning Legion relentlessly passed through Aishalin, and no one was spared wherever it reached.The building collapsed in front of their power.The tall and cruel demon guards held their maces and shields, knocking out the path between the stone walls and destroying other things that hindered them.On the side, hovering a huge winged figure, he has a green flame sword, melted armor and cracked soles-guard of the doomsday.

When the crowd retreated hurriedly, the hound-like hell beasts-they were the death squad of the legion-madly chased them.

They seem to be particularly active: they not only put their noses up to sniff the smell, but also stretch their ominous tentacles forward.Then the magician saw the prisoners captured by the legion.Refugees gathered from the city center, forming a desperate team, passing through the narrow streets.Behind them was a squad composed of heavily armed soldiers, and some night elves in robes were the moon guards that Illidan had always wanted to be.

But in the next scene, Illidan certainly didn’t want to see—when the two—the Burning Legion and the night elves’ garrison were about to meet, the moon guard in front wanted to cast a spell, but he exposed himself, the victim. There is one more person on the list.

A hell beast leaped forward and stood in front of the wizard. Its tentacles shot out at an astonishing speed, stuck to the chest of the spell user, and threw him into the air.Before anyone-Krasus and Kleosstrass-came forward to help him, the violently twisted Moon Guard was sucked up with magic, leaving an empty mummy.

The colorful and beautiful buildings are burning, and some have collapsed.Sculpture gardens and huge tree nests have become firewood, and dead bodies are scattered all over the streets.