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"Regent?" Voletar felt that he had grabbed a life-saving straw. It was not until this time that Sylvanas realized that he had left Quel'thalas and joined the league had not spread. She smiled bitterly, and her expression was captured by Voletar. Only then did the prophet remember what the female elf said when introducing herself.

"I heard that Quel'thalas has joined the tribe, but you just said you represent the league."

"This is a long story." Sylvanas quickly reported the situation he had, abandoned all speculations, and only stated the facts. He told everyone that not all the elves were willing to join the tribe. Finally, she said: "My sister has forgotten the crimes the tribe committed against Quelthalas. Of course, this does not mean that I am obsessed with the hatred of the past, but I do not want to listen to the sendings of those beasts, no matter how wise the tribe chief is."

"If you treat me as a betrayer, you can drive me out." Sylvanas said in a joking tone, then returned to seriousness.

"Your so-called 'betrayer' is full of houses," said Worethal, immediately causing a burst of laughter and making the depressed atmosphere relax.

"We have betrayed Kelthas, too, and I have swear that, with my followers, the astrologers will be loyal to Naru Adal."

This means they will no longer be the people of Quelthalas, Sylvanas did not say this. "Your choice is right, Voretal." The powerful voice of the female elf sounded, "At least you will not follow Kelthas to help the evil. Be loyal to one Naru..."

A horn sound suddenly came outside the house, followed by a series of melodious music. Sylvanas's words were interrupted.

The discussion in the room came to an abrupt end.

"What's wrong outside?" Voletal asked the elf standing outside the hall.

The elf turned his nervous face to his commander: "It's Naru, sir! Adal is calling you to meet him."

"Ms.." Volethal's whole body was tense. "I'm going to compete with the Draenei in Odor for command of the attack on the Storm Fortress! I'm afraid we have to separate for a while."

Sylvanas pursed his lips tightly and nodded as an answer to the prophet.

"Nunulil!" shouted Voletal.

A young elf man came over. "Sir?" His loud voice seemed a little too serious.

"Take Ms. Sylvanas to rest and provide her with anything she wants," Vorethal said, nodding to the elf.

"Then... I'll take a break for a while." Sylvanas suddenly felt a little tired. She really should have a good rest, but she couldn't rest for some things. "Worethal, has this matter been decided for the attack on the Storm Fortress?"

"It has been decided long ago," replied the astrologer leader. "Now it's only a matter of determining who is the leader of this battle."

"I... Well, you go first." Then there was a silence. Voletar felt that Sylvanas had nothing to say, but it was difficult to say something in one sentence.

"Please do your own thing, ma'am." He ended his words with some slight swaying, bowed to Sylvanas and left quickly.

"Did Voretal hate Kelthas?" Sylvanas asked Ennolil.

The elf raised his head to Sylvanas to express his anger. "Yes, ma'am. I believe every elf who knows that the prince's fall will be angry."

Shouldn't it be regret or grief? Sylvanas thought in confusion, becoming increasingly suspicious of Ennolir and Voretal's attitudes.

"He just said he wanted to compete with the Draenei for command?" Sylvanas paced back and forth in the position where Voretal was standing just now, as if holding another meeting.

"Yes, ma'am. The holy Adal is calling all warriors to fight." He scratched his brown hair with one hand, "This is an opportunity to prove loyalty, and the prophet takes it very seriously."

A chill surged across Sylvanas's skin, she knew that the elf was not lying, and that his words were exactly what she was worried about.

What motivates Worethal and the astrologers is not the hatred of Kelthus, nor is it to reverse the tragic reality that may happen in the future of the Blood Elves.

But flattery! Everything is for Adal's appreciation.

Sylvanas gritted her teeth. She felt a little arbitrary, but it was very real. The astrologers' belief in Adal is better than the worship of the High Elves of the Sunwell.

It's so scary! The female elf tightened some of her cloaks and found a short slight warmth.

...

Storm Fortress does not require windows. Just like its name, it is a fortress that is often in storms. Whether it is a magic storm or a crossing the stars, the windows are furnished and can easily break into pieces.

Strangers who come here for the first time will be amazed at the existence of this miracle, shocked by its beauty and mystery, and wonder what secrets the Delaney people have.

Kelthas uses magic to reach the central hub in the fortress.

The walls and domes here emit golden and purple lights, embellishing the ground colorfully. There is also a symbol embedded in the ground here, like Naru, whom he captured here before.

The prince of the Blood Elf raised an eyebrow and heard that the Draenei admired this creature very much. Thinking of this, Kelthus almost smiled.

"There is nothing forever trustworthy?"

‘Yes, only power is eternal’, the whisper in my mind echoed.

"Is that?" A hint of undetectable smile appeared on Kelthas' thin lips. She was a little curious if she should adjust her tone and appear more modest. But to be honest, these memories have been in his consciousness for many centuries.

‘Do you want to control your power?’

The prince quickly answered: "My father told me that the power of darkness should be forbidden. It is a mirror of corruption." He found that his voice became like a calm and calm singing, and he couldn't help but bit his lips hard.

‘So, he died, and died at the hands of a man who used the power of darkness.’

"You created the Lich King!" he said, this time he became more serious, "and then he destroyed everything I cherish."

‘But your enemy is still alive now. Illidan cannot defeat him, and you cannot defeat him, right?’

Kelthas looked at the silver-white liquid surrounding him and the walls and the zenith, and was furious with the provocation in his whisper. "Don't forget that Illidan's attack on the Ice Crown Fortress is also your will... You can only mobilize that blind man to do your business for you."

‘The same mistake will not happen again, nor will the same past happen, right?’

Kelthas narrowed his eyes and his voice became even more severe. "Yes, it won't happen." The prince recalled the scene he had just returned to Silver Moon City. His father was pierced by a sharp sword, and the magic sword "Flame Strike" symbolizing royal power was also shattered.

“It will never happen again.”

‘Then… prove yourself!’

"Why should I prove it to you?"

The whispering disappeared temporarily, but there was a rumbling laughter immediately. Kelthas was a little unhappy. He felt as if he had asked a very stupid question, making himself look like a fool.

Soon, he was convinced that he was such a fool.

There was a strange movement under Kelthas's feet, and he was in surprise and could not jump away. The Naru pattern embedded on the ground suddenly bloomed like a flower. Kelthas looked intoxicatedly as a pool of purple water gushed out of the blooming flowers. He soon discovered that this was magic, flowing incredibly deep in the endless spring water. He couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning in surprise.

"This feeling... is even more than the Sun Well..." Kelthas couldn't say what he felt at the moment, his mouth was open, as if he was enduring it all.

The whisper sounded again, repeating what he had said before: ‘Then… prove yourself.’

The wonderful feeling disappeared, and Kelthus was inevitably disappointed, but more excited. He wanted to bathe in the magic spring just now forever. It took a while for the prince to return to his usual calmness, even more calm than before.
Chapter completed!