This winter has not been easy for the blood elves.

For the first time in their long lives, most blood elves experienced hunger and cold, in addition to the diseases brought about by the severe cold. This situation did not improve until the incarnation of the Sunwell returned.

It has once again glowed with supreme brilliance. Although it is not as good as before, it can still meet the basic needs of the blood elves due to the sharp decline in population.

The Tower of Wrath of the Sun, where the Royal Court of Silver Moon City is located, and the Tower of the Sun in the northeast corner of Sun Chaser Island once again functioned as energy transfer hubs, directing the energy in the Sun Well to the south, bringing energy to Yongge Forest.

warmth.

Three new magic temples were built on the original ruins, extracting huge amounts of arcane energy from the underground magic network to power the complex spells that maintain the forest climate.

With the two phases superimposed, although the climate in Quel'Thalas still has not returned to its previous level, the gradually rising temperature is no longer so unbearable.

Today, there are snowflakes floating in the Eversong Forest. It has been 6,800 years since the establishment of the Sunwell, and it has not snowed in Quel'Thalas. Many blood elves who have never left the country have never seen it in their lives.

I have seen this kind of wonder.

The snowflakes are lingering and the cold wind is rustling, seeming to be singing an elegy.

Snowflakes fell in the golden forest with withered leaves, covering the branches that had just sprouted new leaves. They fell on the withered yellow grass covered with fallen leaves, fell on the neat streets paved with white stones in Silver Moon City, and also fell into the sadness of people.

A sad heart.

Dalaran was destroyed, all the coalition forces of the tribes were wiped out, and the clouds in the north covered the sun.

After more than half a month of searching, exhausting the efforts of all the magisters and hundreds of top trackers, they still could not find the whereabouts of the prince.

The Silver Moon Council, which took over the rule of the blood elves at the critical moment, finally announced the bad news: we lost our beloved prince, and the bloodline of the Sunstrider dynasty was cut off.

They announced the news at the same time and would send people to give speeches everywhere later to reveal the truth about the prince's disappearance. Residents in the city and outside the city saw such notices.

After lunch, in the garden next to the city wall outside the Shepherd's Gate, a wooden podium had been set up at the highest point. It was surrounded by nearly a thousand blood elf civilians. No one spoke or whispered.

He was looking at the special officials of the Silver Moon Council on the podium with extremely concentrated eyes.

Scenes like this were happening all over Quel'Thalas at the same time. People gathered together in the same sad mood. They were eager for the truth and for guidance on the confused way forward after losing their leader.

Angmar hid in the crowd, watching in a low-key manner as the officials on the podium wiped away the sweat from their foreheads due to nervousness, arranged their speeches and placed them on the podium. There were several mages around him, who were constantly building small expansions.

Sound array so that the speaker’s voice can reach every corner clearly and unmistakably.

After leaving the Jasper Mine, he first visited the ruins of Dalaran.

Angmar did not want to believe that the prince had died. No matter what, he had to find out what happened after he was swallowed by the gap that day. Even if most of the magisters were the most loyal mages under Prince Kael'thas,

He only believed in the conclusions he came to.

But the ruins of Dalaran have been firmly occupied by the Scourge.

As the main force of the undead and demons moved westward, the natural disaster forces who stayed in Lordaeron did not give up the idea of ​​continuing to expand. They seemed to use the ruins of Dalaran as an advance base to attack eastward to attack the coalition survivors led by the Silver Hand, and then

Take control of the Arathi Highlands to the east and take the entire north into your hands.

Angmar was unable to sneak into the ruins of Dalaran where tens of thousands of undead gathered, so he had to temporarily return to Quel'Thalas to carefully consider his next plan.

"Young man, have you heard about the three seats in Angmar?"

While he was thinking about it, a kind-hearted old woman next to him spoke to him. Angmar turned his head and asked: "No, what happened?"

The old woman looks very old, and her face is full of deep wrinkles. Among blood elves with a long life, her age is probably terrifyingly old. Of course, it may also be because she has not been exposed to the sun for two months.

Blessed by the well, all the old people who are nearing their twilight years are aging rapidly.

"Some people say that the three seats of Angmar betrayed us, secretly communicated with the Scourge Legion, and murdered His Highness the Prince. The Parliament wants to bring order to the chaos and eliminate all the Scourge spies within the kingdom." The old woman shook her head, obviously not believing this rumor.

Another civilian next to him said: "I've heard about it too, this... shouldn't be possible, right? Lord Angmar has done so much for his people, how could he be a spy of the Scourge?"

"But just overnight, this argument spread like wildfire."

"yes……"

Angmar sneered in his heart, natural disaster agent? I'm afraid he wants to use this as an excuse to bring him down, and at the same time accuse some new sects of the same crime, and convict them to consolidate their own status?

The civilians nearby started discussing in low voices, and the focus of the discussion soon shifted to the Silver Moon Council. Many people expressed concerns about this.

"The Silver Moon Council is no longer the original council. Have you noticed that all the defenders in the city have been replaced. A few days ago, I heard that the Council asked the Farstrider Rangers and the Sunfury Legion to attack in the south.

What remnants of the undead are there to ensure the safety of the forest - I think they clearly want to use the hands of the undead to eliminate dissidents, it's all an excuse!"

"Yes, they must want to usurp His Highness's right to rule!" someone whispered.

Angmar frowned.

During the Battle of Quel'Danas, the undead forces under Dar'Kan in the Land of Ghosts were gone, but they still cannot be underestimated. With the current strength of the blood elves, rashly mobilizing troops is undoubtedly an irrational decision. The army led by the New Faction

The party will definitely not comply with the parliament's assignments for ulterior purposes.

What's more, the current Congress has no power to mobilize the troops of Quel'Thalas.

But why were the city defense troops replaced?

So he apologized profusely, pushed aside the people in front of him, found the previous speaker in the dense crowd, and asked: "I'm sorry, but... the city defense army is under the direct control of the royal family, how could they obey the Silver Moon Council?

Where is the transfer order?"

The man looked around warily, put his hand on his mouth and whispered: "You don't know yet, do you? It is said that Miss Lianda Sunstrider has become a puppet of the Parliament... Anyway, all the legal explanations are explained.

Something that makes sense. The prince is 'dead', and Miss Lianda has no inheritance rights, but she is still a member of the royal family, do you understand?"

How could it be her?

Angmar was stunned for a few seconds.

The power-hungry Leanda Sunstrider is a distant relative of Prince Kael'thas. In the official history, it was this greedy woman who found the Flame Strike that Prince Kael'thas had lost in Northrend, but was trapped in it.

In Icecrown Citadel.

That person was right. She is a member of the royal family after all, and it would not be a good thing if she got together with the parliament.
Chapter completed!