Vol 2 Chapter 231: : Why my son

Quel'Thalas, Qingfeng Village.
At this moment in this flesh-and-blood is extremely quiet, the army of Twilight's Hammer is ready to go, and the believers quietly look at the beloved Prince on the high platform.
"My compatriots, listen to me." Kael'thas looked cold, looking seriously at the tribes below, all wearing purple robes at the moment.
"My father, Sun King Anas Srian, he has no ability to continue leading us now, and the great disaster of prophecy is about to sweep the entire Quel'Thalas, so he must be overthrown, and the high elves must reselect Your own way, and thus get real salvation! "
Kael'thas shouted, and added a sentence in his heart: "Also got Jaina."
"Long live Kael'thas! Pay tribute to the new Sun King Kael'thas!" The Twilightists below started cheering in unison.
Kael'thas nodded with satisfaction.
"Now, who wants to be promoted? Let the supreme Cthulhu grant powerful new powers and new forms!"
As the prince's words fell, two strange humanoids appeared behind him, exuding a powerful wave of dreadful power.
Their bodies are completely composed of fiery red elemental flames, and the key part is wrapped in dark purple rune armor, with a greasy black mask on their faces, and dark golden energy runes engraved on them.
They are ascendants.
The atmosphere of the crowd below was immediately ignited and instantly became an ocean of raised hands.
The Sun King, Anat Srilian, sat paralyzed on the throne of the Silvermoon Court, his eyes dull.
Now that the situation is clear, it can no longer be clarified.
The leader of Twilight's Hammer is his son Kael'thas.
Her son Kael'thas has always forced him to abdicate.
Who thinks he is not capable of leading Quel'Thalas is still his own son, Kel'Thaz.
why?
Can anyone tell me why?
Is his son always disguised?
Is that kind of polite, kind of corporal, kind of actions that make you extremely proud, are you pretending?
Now the entire Quel'Thalas has fallen into the hands of Kael'thas and into Twilight's Hammer.
The army rebelled, the nobles turned, and Silvermoon City was about to lose.
The strong fortress is always broken from the inside, and Silver Moon City, which has never fallen, is about to welcome its first time.
Looking at the empty Silvermoon Court, Anat Srilian fell into silence and endless sadness.
Anyway, since the son wanted the throne so much, he believed that he knew better how to lead the high elves than his father.
Then give it to you, my son.
Then it ’s all for you.
At this time, there was a clamor and fighting sound outside Wang Ting, and it stopped after a while.
Kael'thas in a deep purple robe walked in with a team of high elf soldiers, and the three of twilight energy on his shoulders spun rapidly.
Anat Srilian's eyes widened sharply.
Kael'thas. . . What happened to him?
Why he. . . Such a big change? Is this still his own son?
Behind the prince, the humanoid monster made up of the four elements of flame made Anat Srian extremely frightened. He could feel that the body of the flame monster was the soul of the high elves, and that was their compatriot !
"No, what the happened to you, my son? I get it ... You would never do this, you must have been tempted and controlled by what is there!" Anates Srian suddenly stood up, toward Kael'thas shouted.
Kael'thas froze for a moment, then laughed and walked quickly to his father.
"I'm under control? No, no, no ... My dad, why did you have such a stupid idea? Do you encounter major changes, the first thing you think of is to push all the reasons out of the uncontrollable external forces What? "
Anat Srilian kept shaking his head, his face unbelievable.
"No, Kael'thas ... this is not you, wake up and get rid of these controls! Now it's not you who is talking, not my son!"
"Abdicate, my father, you have no qualifications and ability to continue to lead the high elves." Kael'thas sighed without answering, then said slowly.
"Do you have this qualification and ability? Demon, give me back my son!"
Anat Srian roared, the staff appeared in his hand, and his energy began to gather.
Thump!
Anat Srian's body shook violently, looking down at his chest.
There was an exquisitely shaped fiery red dagger.
"You forced me, father." Kael'thas' eyes revealed endless sadness.
"But I have no choice. I must be responsible for the people first, followed by the family. This is what you taught me from childhood. For the prosperity and development of the clan, our daily family can pay any price, so I keep in mind.
Anat Srilian heard the words, his eyes slowly calmed down, he looked at his son and fell slowly.
Subsequently, he was gently picked up by Kael'thas and placed on the ground.
"You ... Are you really not under control? Are you really ... my son? Otherwise ... you won't remember those days ..."
Kael'thas shook his head and waved, beckoning the soldier to go to the priest.
"Father, you really don't have the ability to continue to lead the high elves. The decisive disasters and opportunities are coming. I must not watch Quel'Thalas passively bear all this, and finally move towards the tragic ending of extinction."
Anathrian's wound was frozen by Kael'thas, but the life of the Sun King was still passing by quickly.
"So ... I believe in you, my son." Anat Srilian, after confirming that his son was not under control, let go of his worries.
"But you have to remember ... our mission of the day-to-day person ... to develop Quel'Thalas ... to grow ... if you really foresee any disasters and changes ..."
With that, Anat Srilian stared at Kael'thas's eyes, and slammed a hand on his son's chest.
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Anatsirian gathered the energy essence of his body and quickly passed into Kael'thas 'chest. The Sun King was transferring his essence of life and all magic energy into Kael'thas' body.
"Take advantage of this power and you will be a better king than me ... my son."
Anat Srilian's hand fell suddenly, losing all life characteristics, and his skin was dry and dull.
Kael'thas quietly feels the unusually powerful power in his body. This is the inheritance of the Sun King. This is the essence and accumulation of their ancestors Das Reima Daily Life.
"I will make good use of it, father ... the high elves will never perish."
Anat Srian officially declared death, and his time was over.
His son, the new Sun King Kael'thas, took over the banner of Quel'Thalas and continued to lead the high elves.
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