Chapter 287: Wrestle

When Lingping woke up, it was raining outside.
The patter of autumn rain fell down.
The whole world is shrouded in rain and fog.
Ling Ping'an felt a little bit of chill, so he changed into the autumn clothes he bought two days ago.
Then I looked in the mirror, it fits well!
He is very satisfied!
Meow!
Best kitten coquettishly at his feet.
Lingping picked it up, rubbed its head, and said, "Go upstairs and have a look..."
"Move the little peach tree back to the house..."
It's late autumn and the temperature will get lower and lower.
Although Jiangcheng is in the south, it is very cold in winter.
Therefore, there will be more days to take care of the little peach tree.
When the sun is out, you have to get it to the terrace.
When it rains, you have to move it back.
Snow...
Well, so big, Lingping has only seen heavy snow in the north in the news...
So, holding the kitten, he walked up to the third floor.
At a glance, I saw the small peach tree in the plastic basin at the foot of the wall.
The little peach tree seems to have grown a bit taller.
Pieces of tender green leaves have grown out.
There are traces of patterns on the immature tree trunk.
"It's beautiful!" Lingping looked at these patterns and liked them very much.
Because these patterns seem to be black and white lines.
Like Billow and Orca, it looks so cute!
So he held the plastic basin and carefully placed it next to the slow oven.
Meow!
The kitten in her arms whispered to the little peach tree in the plastic basin.
The cry has a slightly unpleasant taste.
It seems to be scolding.
Lingping listened and shook his head a little funny.
This cat of my own seems to have been at odds with this little peach tree.
So, he touched the little guy's head, and whispered, "You have to be obedient..."
The little guy immediately stuck out his tongue affectionately and licked the back of his master's hand.
Then triumphantly cried out to the small sapling in the plastic basin.
Meow!
The small sapling slowly stretched its leaves in the autumn wind.
Lingping watched, smiled, and walked downstairs holding the kitten.
The moment he turned around, the cat Best's amber cat's eyes saw the leaves of the young sapling in the plastic basin, with traces of golden veins looming.
……………………
Sunwell Heights.
The hall that was once sacred is now more solemn.
The sunlight fell on the golden well water, reflecting layers of ripples.
The little sapling slowly stretched its leaves by the well.
On the emerald green leaves, the golden veins flowed slowly.
Countless high elves gathered together.
Today, the Ranger General is not there.
The mother tree has become the backbone of everyone.
These refugees who had managed to escape from the nightmare of natural disasters that day had never been so firm in their faith in the sacred Sunwell.
As for the mother tree, they have a devout mentality of worship.
Because the mother tree purifies the polluted Sunwell.
He also decomposes and purifies the energy of arcane magic.
Let people enjoy more pure and healthier arcane energy.
There is no need for Arcane Crystals anymore.
Every time the mother tree stretches its leaves, it can volatilize a large amount of arcane energy into the air.
The entire island of Quel'Danas was flooded with pure and abundant arcane energy.
In the arcane, the refugees healed the wounds of the past.
Thus, the belief in the mother tree began naturally.
This is the characteristic of elves.
Since the age of the Well of Eternity, any elves have an irresistible fascination and worship for the World Tree.
The miracles of this young mother tree made these surviving refugees fall into fanatical worship.
Therefore, every time it reappears on the heights of the Sunwell, it will attract thousands of cheers and worship.
People trust it and believe in it.
It is even impossible to leave it.
but……
In the crowd, there are dissidents.
These people gathered together quietly, they were whispering.
"Where is Sylvanas of the Windrunner family taking us?"
"Why didn't she contact the Alliance general in Lordaeron?"
"Why not contact the Sunstrider family?"
"Does she want to usurp power?"
In the discussion of these people, the refugees on Quel'Danas Island have inevitably been shaken in the past few days.
But the high elves immediately forgot all this in the arcane energy.
However, the seeds of doubt have already been planted.
As a result, some people believe that the time is ripe.
It's time to restore the country!
They took advantage of the opportunity of other people rushing to the Sunwell Heights to make a pilgrimage, and quickly controlled the main points on the island.
armory……
port……
And most importantly, those Arcane giants that were just restored.
In an instant, most of the key points of the entire island fell into the hands of the royalists.
They knew that the time was right.
So someone lit Lingjian.
Magical arrows fly up to the sky.
In the distance, a fleet that had been on standby on the coastline saw Lingjian.
They set sail.
Kael'thas, standing at the bow of the ship, looked at the island of the high elves.
"Will it be inappropriate for us to do this?" He asked the people around him: "Why not wait for the Windrunner to return from Stratholme?"
"Then I will ask her personally?"
"His Royal Highness..." The human general in heavy armor said behind him: "We think this is the best opportunity..."
"The ranger general of the Windrunner family is no longer reliable!"
"Our intelligence shows that when she fought against the natural disasters that day, she disappeared from the battlefield inexplicably..."
"After she reappeared, she already possessed many features that the high elves didn't have, and claimed to be the sun elves..."
"Who knows, what happened to her?"
"Who knows, has she been corroded by something evil?"
"The tragedy of Alsace can no longer be staged!"
Kael'thas listened, the expression on his face changed.
But he has no choice.
because……
This human being is the only power he can rely on and rely on.
Want to revive the high elves, want to rebuild the kingdom of Quel'thanas.
And to survive in this increasingly sinister world, it is obviously impossible to rely solely on the high elves that have been completely destroyed and dispersed by natural disasters.
His father died in battle.
The entire upper level of the Silver Moon Council died in battle.
The war almost destroyed everything!
Silvermoon City, Quel'Danas, and even the Sunwell were contaminated.
The last elite of the High Elves were Sylvanas, her two sisters, and his prince.
"Marshal Garithus..." Kael'thas could only say: "I hope your judgment is correct!"
The other party laughed.
The weakness of the prince of the high elves was easier to deal with than he thought.
"Elves..." He sneered in his heart.
The history of the second war was recollected bit by bit in his heart.
The death of parents and brothers, the pain of the people in the territory.
He remembers clearly so far!
And the culprit of all the disasters, except those dirty orcs.
The first to bear the brunt is the proud elves who are allies but are not saved.
Now, the time for revenge is ripe.
He wants to torture and humiliate those proud elves bit by bit.
Let them know what it feels like to be the pain of destroying their home and the suffering of losing their compatriots!
Of course, on the surface, after the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the marshal who actually possessed the most troops, said to Kael'thas in a pleasant manner, "Your Royal Highness, don't worry too much..."
"Even General Sylvanas is really innocent..."
"Then, when she comes back, we will not be too late to restore her reputation after checking it out!"
"Everything is for fighting against natural disasters, for the world!"
"This sacrifice, I believe, the noble Windrunner family will understand!"
Kael'thas could only nod as he listened.
He has been studying magic in Dalaran, too immature.
He is too young.
In addition, now the entire Kingdom of Quel'Thalas has undergone drastic changes, and the country and people are in dire straits, and he doesn't have so much thought.
The only thought is to restore the country, rebuild Silvermoon City, and appease the people.
The fleet, slashing the waves, quickly crossed the strait, and approached Quel'Danas.
Ships directly docked.
The deck was lowered, and heavily armed human heavy cavalry began to land.
The battle flag of the alliance fluttered high.
Those who responded to them immediately opened up various defense facilities and cleared the way.
So, surrounded by a whole knight group.
Prince Kael'thas returned to the well of the sun he thought about day and night, and also returned to his people.
just……
All the high elves looked at their prince with a suspicious look.
"His Royal Highness..." an veteran who lost a leg in the war asked: "How are you with humans?"
"Where is General Sylvanas?"
Kael'thas listened to the question, he smiled, and said: "I just came from the Kingdom of Lordaeron..."
"I haven't had time to talk to General Sylvanas..."
"I believe that General Sylvanas will understand me..."
"As for..." He looked at Garithus beside him: "Please allow me to introduce to everyone..."
"Baron Masmar from the Blackwood Lake of Lordaeron, Lord Garithus, Lord Marshal of Lordaeron's restoration!"
"Your Excellency Marshal, is here to help us restore our country!"
The high elves suddenly discussed.
The descendants of the Sunstrider family have returned, which is indeed a happy event.
But he brought humans back?
What's more, it is an entire knight regiment that is heavily armed, and even a fleet.
This is different.
Some mature people even immediately thought that if these humans stay here and don't leave.
So, is the Kingdom of Quel'thanas still a country of high elves?
More seriously, is the Sunwell still owned by the high elves?
Some high elves who lived longer even thought of many things during the Second War.
So, someone said in the crowd: "In that case, thank you, the marshal!"
"Now, since His Royal Highness has returned safely..."
"Then please ask the Marshal to take your people and withdraw from Quel'Danas!"
"This is our holy land!"
Garithus' face changed immediately.
"The high elves are as arrogant as they used to be!" He sneered in his heart: "But what is so arrogant about a group of bereaved dogs?"
Quel'Thalas' high-level combat power was almost wiped out in the war of natural disasters!
The Silvermoon Council is gone.
The old king also died in battle.
Even the Sunwell was polluted by natural disasters!
Do you dare to scream like a beggar?
So, he winked.
His loyal cavalrymen immediately drew out their swords.
The Paladins began to infuse the Holy Light.
"His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas..." Garithus said to Kael'thas with a smile: "I suspect that there are natural disaster minions in your kingdom..."
"For your safety, I hope you can agree to my search of everything on the entire island to prevent natural disaster minions from mixing in the crowd and plotting wrongdoing..."
"This..." Kael'thas understood no matter how stupid he was, the human marshal was threatening, a naked threat!
However, he has no good solutions.
After all, there is no one under him.
A polished commander!
To a certain extent, in fact, what Garithos did was also something he liked to see.
The Sunstrider family wanted to regain control, especially to regain control of Quel'Danas.
We must rely on external forces.
Humans are a good choice.
but……
He also understands the reason why it is easy to ask God to send it to God.
If Garithus can act unscrupulously according to his wishes, then, in the future, the high elves may become human vassals and pawns.
Even he, the prince of the Sunstrider family, is probably no exception.
Maybe these humans will even rebuild their kingdom in Silvermoon City!
And who would appeal to the high elves?
Night Elf?
Do not make jokes!
To the night elves, the high elves are probably worse than the orcs!
A few tears will only shed if you are all dead?
Therefore, Kael'thas thought for a while and said: "Marshal, don't be so serious...I believe that my people are pure!"
unfortunately……
Garithus just sneered at him.
He drew out the knight sword.
"His Royal Highness, it's not that I don't believe you..."
"Indeed, the corrosion of natural disasters is everywhere..."
"For the safety of you and my soldiers, I have no choice but to make a move. I hope you can forgive me!"
So he pointed forward: "Anyone who dares not to follow his orders will be regarded as a betrayal of the Sunstrider family and a blasphemy against the sacred alliance!"
"Soldiers, follow my orders!"
A team of cavalry began to urge the horse forward.
Heavy armored infantry, holding a large shield, formed a human wall.
Behind him, the magician began to accumulate magical energy.
The Griffin Rider even began to hover.
Although the Kingdom of Lordaeron was destroyed, the remaining military power is still something the current high elves cannot resist!
At least, in the eyes of Garithus, on the island in front of him, the refugees with crooked melons are absolutely irresistible!
Therefore, he is full of confidence!
Kael'thas was completely panicked.
Now he dare not speak out against it-once he provokes human beings and slays on the island, even he may not be able to save it.
He didn't dare to support it-it was no different from a traitor, and the glory of the Sunstrider family would be tarnished!
At this moment, a team of Dragonhawk Knights suddenly appeared from a distant cloud.
The adjutant of the Windrunner family, Lothama rides on the dragon eagle.
The surviving elites of Quel'Thalas fell to the ground one by one.
"Salute to you!" Lothama bowed to Kael'thas: "His Royal Highness..."
Then he looked at Garithus: "Your Excellency Marshal, I won't bother you here..."
"The great Quel'Dorei will handle his own internal affairs by himself!"
"Right?" He looked at Kael'thas, the only blood of the Sunstrider family: "His Royal Highness!?"
Kael'thas listened, and drops of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
He finally understood that this is a trap.
Humans and high elves are calculating each other.
The target of the calculation is him, and the Windrunner who controls the island of Quel'Danas now.
Otherwise, why didn't Lotham appear late, or early, but now?
He and his Dragonhawk Knights, I am afraid they are already on standby in the distance.
Just waiting for this moment.
There is no doubt!
This is a coup!
This is power seizure!
Also usurp the throne!
But what can he do?
There is no soldier under him, only the title of the Sunstrider family.
even……
Because of what happened just now, even his people don't believe him anymore.
"You..." Kael'thas, who understood, didn't hesitate anymore. He finally looked like a real prince. He asked, "What do you want to do?"
Garithus laughed.
Now, he doesn't hide it anymore.
"Stormwind has an order..."
"The Sunwell of Quel'Danas is polluted by natural disasters!"
"In order to prevent it from causing more damage and disaster!"
"I was ordered to destroy it!"
Garithus said righteously: "The holy light is on! For the overall situation of the alliance, please cooperate with your Royal Highness!"
Lor'themar laughed loudly as she listened: "Humans...hehehe..."
"I see, in addition to the order from Stormwind, you also have instructions from Darnassus!"
"In the Well of the Sun, a juvenile world tree of unknown origin appeared..."
"The other world trees feel it..."
"I want to destroy it before it grows..."
"The alliance's abacus is really very loud!"
"But... Alliance, does it listen to Stormwind or Darnassus?" Lor'themar asked maliciously.
Kael'thas' thoughts were completely confused ~EbookFREE.me~ Since Garithus had obeyed the instructions from Stormwind and even Darnassus.
What about Lor'themar?
The former adjutant of the ranger general, did he follow the orders from there again?
What does he want to do?
Prince Sunstrider, how can he not even think about it, there is a second force in this world that he can rely on?
But Lor'themar didn't say, he just quietly looked at the human opposite him.
"Let's go!" He said: "If you don't go, you won't be able to go..."
The sea was rolling.
One after another stout naga crawled out squirmingly.
Kael'thas looked at the naga, and he finally understood.