The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Maedhros, I'm going to Sun King Anasterian to report Sylvanas's despicable behavior!"

"Father, don't be impulsive."

A disabled elf... a red-haired elf with a "robotic arm" on his right hand, a prosthetic limb made of some magical metal.

With his tall body and sword in his left hand, he stopped his father who was furious just after waking up.

"My son, why did you stop me?"

"Those three moon crystals are the life's work of me, Fenor Flame Soul, and countless Flame Soul ancestors!"

"Maglor, tell father what Sylvanas has done?"

As he said this, a male elf walked out from behind Maedhros, among several red-haired elves whose faces were very similar to his.

"Brother...Father..."

"Maglor, you don't even listen to the words of me, the chief?"

"As you wish, Patriarch."

……

"What did you say? Little Sylvanas died!"

After his son explained the whole story, Fëanor shouted out this sentence in disbelief and great grief.

Even Medhros, who had already arrived at the door, heard these words clearly.

He looked up at the sky that was about to reach dawn, the barrier covering Silvermoon City, and the surrounding streets that were not as empty as usual.

Maedhros could not help but clench his left hand and said, "Arthas, we gatekeepers will never reconcile with you."

"Maglor, and you, follow me to Anasterian!"

After returning to the room, Fëanor turned his head towards the direction of the palace, waved his sleeves and shouted to his children behind him.

"Father, big brother... the current clan leader said that you should take more rest."

"What did you say?! I'm still alive..."

"Father, the undead outside the city may attack the city at any time. Please do what a magic craftsman should do."

"You! And you all... even you..."

"Father, the patriarch's words are our meaning."

He, the children of Feanor Flame Soul, speak in unison.

Unlike before, they were unusually firm, but in their next words, there was sadness in their voices.

"You don't know, mother..."

"What are you talking about? Nordaniel is clearly in Dalaran?!"

"According to the deceased Ranger General, Dalaran has fallen, and the whereabouts of His Royal Highness the Prince are unknown."

Shifting focus from the grieving Flame Soul family members, a neatly dressed and fully armed blond ranger stood outside the door and said so.

"Ranger Lord, Ethyar Starspear, why are you..."

"Mr. Feanor, His Majesty the Sun King has ordered."

Before Fenor could calm his trembling voice and ask the question, Eteyal responded directly with the king's order.

"I order you to temporarily join the Sunfury City Defense Team and be responsible for assembling the city's heavy equipment."

After giving the order, without waiting for Fëanor to come back to his senses, he took a few steps into the portal that he had opened with the magician.

Time waits for no one. As soon as Anasteria learned that the defense line of Arendal Bridge had collapsed, he hurriedly issued orders.

It all happened so quickly. Less than a day after Sylvanas was killed, some of his acquaintances also left him.

Belo'vir, Telestra, Rommath, Lor'themar, Halduron, Astalor...

They bought time for Silvermoon City to strengthen its defenses and prepare for an all-out war, but the reality was not like that.

He knew the names of most of the elves defending Arendal Bridge this time, but this time was just like the previous "failures"...

A group of legendary fighters were killed, as were a group of experienced warriors and mages, and a group of civilians who took the initiative to join the war.

He was very heartbroken and felt sorry for the people around him...

Just that wall was built quickly with all their strength according to Sylvanas' action plan before her death.

However, looking back, he, Anasteria, was not satisfied with the implementation plan...

"Your Majesty, we will kill Arthas Menethil with our own hands and avenge them!"

"enough!"

There was a snap.

Slapping the armrest, Anasteria stood up and said, "Senator Drasil, take care of your own business first."

"That Dar'Khan Drathir is still alive is the greatest mercy to all of us."

There was another slap, and Anasteria slapped the other handrail and said, "As for the other councillors, I don't care what you did before."

"And you should not gloat over other people's misfortunes. You should immediately mobilize all the forces of your major families and find a way to send the unarmed people to Ironforge and Stormwind City!"

"Your Majesty, even Lordaeron and Dalaran have fallen, so..."

"Haha, then are you willing to contribute all the family's food?"

At a large round table, a councillor said to the councillors who were against the decision to teleport civilians: "Haha, you know, civilians stay in the city every day."

"The various panics and consumption caused every day will only make..."

"Shut up! New Sarona councillor, don't think I don't know."

"Belovar was sacrificed, but you cannot use His Majesty's decree to allow your family's future hopes to flee to other lands."

At this time, a nearby congressman said: "You are so dirty!"

"It's already this late, and you still can't tell the difference between the primary and the secondary."

"According to His Majesty's order and General Wind Walker's outstanding contribution, we only need to allocate a certain number of places to solve the problem..."

With a bang, Anasteria waved his hand and swung out an arcane palm, hitting the big table in front of the Silvermoon councillors through the air.

Holding back the anger in his heart, he said, "Remember, where does your power come from?"

"I know what you all think. No one should slander anyone at this time."

After saying this, Anasteria's tone became serious and he said, "I have only one request for all of you!"

"Don't do anything in secret. If you are discovered, I will personally send you to meet your ancestors in the flames."

"Your Majesty, we..."

"You guys? You just need to remember this one thing."

With a hiss, Anasterian tore open the portrait of Arthas with both hands and said, "Our current enemy is very strong, far beyond our previous expectations."

"Sylvanas is right. We must not relax or underestimate the difficulties before us."

"Since you enjoy your power, you must also have corresponding awareness and make corresponding sacrifices for it."

Leaving his chair, with his hands behind his back and facing the congressmen, Anasteria said: "Now, prepare for a decisive battle and do your best to ensure the safety of the people's lives."

"Also, we must solve the transmission problem as soon as possible. There is a demigod watching us. Even if we fail, we must fulfill our promise."

"Finally, today's emergency meeting is over. I will fight with you and the Sunwell until the last moment!"

After another warning, Anasteria quickly left the conference hall.

After the Sun King left, several parliamentarians looked at each other and fell into silence for a moment.

Soon, a councillor said, "Councilman Drahill, Darkan is still alive. We hope nothing unexpected will happen."

At this time, Councillor Drathir said: "No, General Sylvanas has already woken him up."

"But, Senator Sarona, what you said before would chill Beloval's heart."

"No, Senator Drasil, Grand Magister Belo'val must also want our family to leave a spark before the disaster strikes."

"Humph! You... you think we in Quel'Thalas will fail?!"

The councillor opposite Councillor Sarona said: "Even the orcs who once invaded Quel'Thalas could not break through the gates of Silvermoon City!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"We were just preparing for the worst, and you were so arrogant!"

"you……"

"No, no, no, you are all wrong. Our current combat power is still enough to crush those dead."

"Wrong, you are wrong, and I just have an idea to deal with the undead army outside the city that may invade at will."

……

"Alas, even now, they still can't tell what is more important?"

Behind the "curtain", Anasteria sighed as he looked at the Silver Moon Councillors who were still holding an emergency meeting in the magic ball.

"Alleria Windrunner, this moment is just like that moment."

"Sylvanas Windrunner, you are right, but our king of Quel'dorei no longer has the power of life and death that you think he has."

"Since the establishment of Silvermoon City...Sunbeam, I hope Quel'Thalas can survive this crisis."

"Lao Ti: I won't say much. If someone insists on cheating and overestimating their own abilities, then we, the logistics staff, will have a lot to do."

"Ner'zhul: Disrupting the magic network near Silvermoon City and preventing us from teleporting at will is really exhausting for me and my servants."

"Undead mages who followed the Death Knight: Lich King, don't we have any contribution at all?"

"Xinana: Who knows, who knows the pain I suffered trying every possible means to block the communication channels of Silvermoon City!"

"Kel'Thuzad: You just throw the finished products at us casually and ask us to do them rigidly according to your requirements. And you dare to complain?!"

"Artas: I'm numb, why is there always someone next to me who likes to suck my power! "

"General Sylvanas, I never thought that you would die at the hands of an undead monster before we met again."

In a quiet residence, the golden-haired Dalkan couldn't help but crush a flower on the bed.

"It's a pity that what you think of as turning back from the wrong path is just... But after your magical reminder, I have understood."

"Arthas, and the evil god Lich King who never showed up, are just trash that will be used and discarded after they are done with."

"I still crave power, but I don't mind going through legal channels and using this crisis to get a chance to move up."

Closing the window, he, Darkan Drasir, came before a golden magic crystal ball.

Infusing it with magic power, he said, "I wanted to do that, to be a hero."

"Unfortunately, I clearly understand that if Quel'Thalas does not react in time to that evil god, it will inevitably fail."

"However, I found another extremely rare opportunity."

As the golden magic ball turned purple-black, his blue eyes reflected the purple-black shadow and said, "The great shadow has already seen the fate of countless people."

"And you are all trapped in this predetermined fate, unable to extricate yourself and deeply involved in it."

"But only I, Darkan Drathir, can successfully escape this crisis and live a better life."

As he spoke, he spread his arms to the left and right, but the smile on his face was particularly creepy.

However, he didn't know that there was an invisible "brand" on his back.

"I really want to thank you. Your grace of not killing me has allowed me to escape my original fate and see my bright path!"