The Kingdom of Quelthalas, a brilliant and prosperous country of high elves. Under the glory of the Sun Well, it stood on the northern end of the Eastern Kingdom Continent and passed on for nearly ten thousand years. But when the iron hooves of the Scourge ruthlessly crushed the gate of the Kingdom of Quelthalas, the innate pride of the High elves was also shattered. The High elves had to destroy the Sun Well, which was regarded as life by themselves. In order to commemorate the blood of their compatriots, from that day on, they called themselves Sindore and were the blood elves. But who knew that the tragic fate of the Blood Elves had just begun. Reborn in this era, Angma became the youngest consultant around Prince Kelthas. He continued to climb until he grew from an insignificant butterfly to a giant dragon with wings covering the sky and the sun. At that time, the airflow caused by flapping its wings will eventually develop into a storm that can subvert the entire Azeroth. The fate of the Blood Elves... will be dominated by me!