CHAPTER 700: SERVANT

In fact, in history, after Kael’thas changed the name of the high elves to blood elves, the blood elves still had a huge problem - magic addiction.

As a time traveler, Duke knew how to deal with magic addiction, so he certainly wouldn’t expose the matter before anything happened to the Sunwell.

If you, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, accidentally caused the Sunwell to explode, that would be bad enough, but you could even foresee the magic addiction... Do you dare to say that you didn’t deliberately trick us high elves?

Well, sometimes, knowing too much about what is going on is not a good thing!

It is easy to hide it from outsiders, but it is not easy to hide it from the Windrunner sisters who have amazing intuition.

Duke simply let the problem of magic addiction, which was harmless even if it happened, happen.

Of course, the premise is that the Sunwell is polluted as it was in history, and then it must be blown up...

As the ultimate treasure of the high elves, the defense of the Sunwell is naturally of paramount importance. The king can be replaced if he dies, but if the Sunwell explodes, the lifeblood of the high elves will be gone.

The Sunwell is in danger, and the elves are all in a state of panic.

Duke...no rush!

Speaking of the Sunwell, from Duke’s point of view, it is better to destroy it.

In the public world, as long as the Sunwell exists, the high elves may not be able to use the Sunwell to create unlimited Sun-level mages, but they can have as many ordinary mages as they want.

After experiencing two major disasters, the elves have lost a lot of vitality. However, if the elves are given enough time, sooner or later a new version of the Silvermoon Council will be in power.

Think about it, the High Elves look down on even their fellow Night Elves, so how can they truly look down on Humans, Dwarves, and Gnomes?

Once their wings are strong again, the high elves will definitely start to clamor to separate from the alliance. There is no way, most of the high elves have the incurable disease of "self-righteousness" in their bones.

Unless the Sunwell is damaged, the elves will never be able to fully integrate into the Alliance.

And in private...

The current situation is that the mage faction has completely declined, and the ranger faction has come to power.

The two Ranger faction bosses, Lor’themar and Halduron, are both the younger brothers of the Windrunner sisters. Sylvanas has become famous in this battle. Duke doesn’t know how far Sylvanas will go in the future, but Duke will be happy no matter which of the Windrunner sisters comes to power.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone who is completely one of our own come to power?

It’s impossible that Duke would deliberately leave the Sunwell to train a hostile mage, steal the power of Quel’Thalas, and then turn around to harm the Alliance, right?

In that case, Duke would be a complete idiot.

Here, seeing Duke and Sylvanas gathering the high elves and preparing to rush to the Sunwell, the silly and cute Kael’thas felt warm in his heart.

As expected, Duke is the high elves’ eternal good friend!

Duke didn’t know what Kael’thas was thinking at the moment. If he knew, his reputation as the best actor might be ruined today.

Hearing that Duke was going to send them away, Kael’thas gritted his teeth and made a slightly unreasonable request: "Duke, before I leave, I hope to see that the Sunwell is safe..."

Emperor Du said solemnly, "I can’t guarantee anything for the Sunwell. I’m not delaying time on purpose."

Actually, I did it on purpose... Are you biting me?

"You..." Astrologer Caponia was indignant. She intuitively felt that Duke was not willing to try his best.

Kael’thas held her back and said, "If you have never faced Arthas in his present state, you will never know how terrifying Arthas is."

"Your Highness, didn’t you and Lord Edmund defeat him once?" Caponia asked in a low voice.

Kael’thas also experienced that battle personally, and both he and Duke had bitter expressions on their faces.

The Scourge was too powerful. In that battle, the Alliance and the Horde had a total of nine peerless warriors. The Horde lost a famous former chieftain, Orgrim, and the Alliance was hacked by a Sun-class Antonidas. In the end, Arthas still escaped...

It’s really a big loss.

Duke began to explain: "Defeating a peerless strongman and destroying a peerless strongman are two completely different things. Moreover, there is intelligence that Arthas became even stronger after killing his master Uther. Otherwise, why do you think His Majesty Anasterian surrendered so easily?"

The pupils of Kael’thas’s followers suddenly shrank: "What you mean is..."

"Antonidas could only use the power of darkness to overpower the Sun King. The one who actually forced the Sun King to surrender was the demigod-level Arthas!"

For a moment, the air around them became silent.

No one spoke.

Finally, Kael’thas moved his lips a few times, gritted his teeth, knelt down suddenly, and said loudly: "Is there no way to stop Arthas’s madness? Duke, I know you have the best way. If the Alliance can do its best to help Quel’Thalas this time, my followers and I are willing to be servants of the Edmund family for the rest of our lives!"

This time, not only Duke was frightened, but even the other elves who were running around and gathering were frightened and stopped.

It is true that with Kael’thas’s previous identity, it was impossible for him to join another force or anyone else’s army in such a despicable way.

Although Kael’thas was exiled by most of the elves because of his mistakes, in formal occasions, Kael’thas is no longer a high and mighty prince. But no matter which elf, they still recognize Kael’thas as the prince of the high elves.

Now that Kael’thas suddenly made such a request, every elf couldn’t help but stand in awe.

No matter how serious the mistake Kael’thas made in choosing sides was, he was willing to sacrifice himself for the future of the elves. Such behavior and such noble sentiments immediately resonated with the vast majority of elves.

Led by the great astrologer Solarian, a famous boss in later generations, all of Kael’thas’s followers knelt down before Duke.

These are not all of Kael’thas’s followers, there are hundreds of them.

Everyone knelt down in one breath. It was a spectacular scene.

You know, Kael’thas’ oath was very heavy. He didn’t know that Duke was actually immortal, and he measured the lifespan of humans by the lifespan of elves. In his heart, he was ready to serve Duke and Duke’s descendants for the rest of his life, until his own lifespan was over.

This made Duke confused.

Damn, it is naturally very cool to take a prince of a country as your younger brother.

The problem is that Duke hasn’t communicated with Varian yet! Although Duke firmly believes that Varian will be as wise and powerful as in history, it would be difficult to deal with the situation if his own Grand Duke took in a high elf prince as his younger brother without any prior notice!

Duke suddenly had an idea: "Kael’thas! You, you, you have caused me so much trouble! I have long been prepared to fight against Arthas’s ultimate move, although I am not completely sure, but you just came here and said you want to be my servant. If you tell others, it will be like I prepared everything and then tricked you into being my servant!"

"Ah!" Kael’thas’ face turned red.

That’s right, Duke always likes to plan before he acts. Before, their positions were different, so of course he wouldn’t tell the elf about his backup plan. Now that he was anxious, yes, he forced Duke’s backup plan out, which was a big joke!

On the other hand, as soon as he pressed the issue, Duke revealed his back-up plan, which also proved that Duke had not hidden anything from him.

Thinking of this, Kael’thas felt warm in his heart and relaxed: "Duke! An oath is an oath! Just like when I knelt before my fallen father, I had to be responsible for the choices I made. It is the same now. If the Alliance will do its best to help Quel’Thalas this time, we, the lowly exiles, will serve you, Duke, in this life, so what? As long as you don’t despise us, it will be fine."

Behind Kael’thas, a large group of followers shouted in unison: "Master Edmund, please save Quel’Thalas."

At this moment, Duke finally understood why so many people complained about the hardship of supporting a bunch of subordinates, yet at the same time they were eager to become the boss.

Your sister!

It feels so good to be the boss!

It feels so damn good to be the boss of a country’s princes!

Emperor Du said seriously: "I just received a formal request from the Quel’Thalas National Salvation Association. The Alliance has now made a formal response, welcoming Quel’Thalas to rejoin the Alliance. The Alliance army will also enter the island of Quel’Danath to fight the Scourge."

"As for the ultimate move I mentioned, that is, long before the battle with Arthas in Dalaran, I sent Lord Mograine to Ironforge. There, His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard is forging a light artifact for Mograine that is comparable to Frostmourne. That artifact should be completed within today."

Kael’thas has seen the power of Frostmourne.

Although it is not enough to freeze a thousand miles with just one strike of the sword, this most powerful rune magic sword to date is definitely a formidable enemy for every living being.

Now that Duke has announced that an artifact comparable to Frostmourne is being born, Kael’thas can’t help but be full of hope.

When Orgrim was still here, the Doomhammer was only a semi-artifact, and could only attack and defend against Arthas.

Using a magical weapon to fight a magical weapon is the true way.

As long as they can resist the power of Frostmourne a little, the whole situation will be completely different. Otherwise, every besieger will be afraid of being pulled over by Arthas and killed like chickens and ducks at any time. Who would dare to use a big move?

Kael’thas took out a memory crystal and said, "Duke, this is the secret of the Sunwell that I know. It’s not much, but I think it can help you."

Duke took it and asked the system AI to scan it, and he immediately knew what was going on.

It should be said that, unlike those black and white bear-shaped national treasures that are only responsible for being cute, the Sunwell is worthy of being the national treasure among the national treasures of the high elves, and its defense system is also the top-notch.

Duke had imagined that since even Anasterian had fallen, Sunwell should have no resistance. Unfortunately, perhaps because of the change in Kael’thas’ fate, the latest data showed that the deviation had reached 28%.

Azeroth, which was drifting further and further away from history, seemed to have played a big joke on Duke - the Sunwell’s highest defense system was not in Anasterion’s hands.

"What? The remaining spirit of Dath’Remar?"

Dath’Remar Sunstrider - the founding king of the High Elf Kingdom, a super-powerful man who was able to expand territory and make a huge splash even after being exiled by his people.

Although the Sunstrider royal family is getting weaker with each generation, no one can deny that Das’Remar, as the first generation Sunstrider, is still very powerful.

But Duke never expected that Das’Remar, who should have died of old age in history, did not return to heaven, but became a special existence like a guardian spirit.

Duke was stunned.

Not only Duke, but also Arthas, who was heading towards the Sunwell, had the word "stupid" written on his forehead.

If it were Arthas who was still alive, he would have been cursing now.

Deeper depravity destroyed his humanity. Now Arthas has lost more than half of his human emotions and is more like an emotionless war machine.

It’s a pity that there is still an emotion called "irritability" lingering in his spiritual world.

"Crack!" There was a sound like thunder.

In the beautiful garden with a high elf art style, a huge statue over ten meters high suddenly moved. The light of arcane energy instantly filled every pattern on the statue’s body, which was very beautiful.

What has nothing to do with beauty is the powerful destructive power of this arcane puppet.

The heavy punches and kicks that weighed tons could easily kill a large number of undead. The Magic Lightning that was thrown out at any time even knocked many elite demons to pieces.

Arthas had to deploy a small number of bone dragons to destroy every statue he could when attacking the Sunwell Plateau, regardless of whether they were Arcane puppets or not.

Even though Arthas advanced step by step, there were still endless traps along the way. For example, he once wanted to freeze the entire Sunwell Plateau, but who would have thought that the enemy would directly connect a mana vein of the Sunwell to Arthas’ feet.

That terrifying force, more insane than a volcanic eruption, directly wiped out an entire group of Arthas’s Death Knights.

Arthas finally gave up on using the magic power collected by Frostmourne to directly fight against the power of the Sunwell under the persuasion of the magic sword.

"Whoever it is, it’s obviously scared. It doesn’t have the strength to fight you. Be patient, Death Knight..." Frostmourne whispered.

Over the Isle of Quel’Danath, Antonidas finally found a flaw in Krasus.

"Whirlpool Cold Prison!"

A huge frost tornado that was big enough to swallow ten battleships suddenly appeared in the sky. Its terrifying suction force was comparable to that of a black hole, pulling at Krasus’s huge dragon body, and was about to pull this giant dragon who was proficient in magic into the terrifying and cold vortex of magic and strangle him!

Watching Krasus flapping his wings frantically, but helplessly being pulled backwards by the suction force.

Antonidas laughed triumphantly: "Krasus! Give up resistance! As we have worked together for many years, I am happy to let you join the Scourge... Well, let me think, a dracolich! Haha! This new identity suits you very well!"

"I—refuse—" Krasus roared with difficulty.

"Don’t be so hasty to reject me! After you have experienced the soul torture of Frostmourne, I hope you can still be so tough to reject me like this."

Suddenly, Krasus’ dragon face smiled: "Hey! Is it appropriate to focus all your energy on me?"

Well, on Sunday, my son tortured me terribly.