Chapter 599 15. The Shame of the Sun King --- Add More for the Old Brother Nie Next Door [1/10]

Chapter 599 15. Shame of the Sun King --- Add more for the old brother Nie next door [110]

"Your Majesty, a tragedy happened in the village of Doraquel last night. A high-level mage driven mad by magic addiction detonated his magic power, destroyed his house, and killed 17 innocent civilians."

Ranger lord Lor'themar Theron stood in front of the Sun King and reported in a low voice:

"This is already the 27th mad mage this month, and the situation is getting worse and worse... The people's complaints are also increasing. If this continues, we will become chaotic within ourselves."

"I know, I can see, Lor'themar, I can see."

Kael'thas Sunstrider, who was devastated by the sudden outbreak of magic addiction, leaned back on the chair tiredly, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, in fact, not only commoners, but even a powerful mage like him, At that time, he could also hear the weak desire for magic power in his body, but because he held the holy sword of the Sunstrider, his magic addiction was greatly weakened.

But even so, every time he travels recently, he can see the numbness and pain on the faces of his people, which makes Kael'thas feel like a knife.

In a place with rich products like Feralas, there is no shortage of food. High elves are also elves, and their body's thirst for food is not as strong as that of humans. Eating some fruits every day and supplementing some meat can satisfy the body's needs nutrition, but magic addiction... This thing must rely on enough magic power to suppress it, and magic power is exactly what they need most now.

The reason why Kael'thas brought his people to Feralas at the beginning was not only the covenant between his father and the highborne of Syndra, but also an important reason, that is, he heard from various sources that the Syndra elves However, as elves who also have magic addiction, the Syndra Highborne has no outbreak of magic addiction. This shows that in the hands of the Highborne who have persisted in the city of Eresalas for 10,000 years, there is a cure for magic addiction. Or a way to satisfy your addiction.

This is what the Sun King desires most.

However, he has led the people in Feralas for several months, but he still hasn't got a clue about curing the addiction, because the elves on Syndra, who had promised him that he would accept the high elves... .repented.

"boom"

The door was pushed open, and Archmage Rommath walked into the Sun King's office angrily. He didn't care that Lor'themar was still by his side. The old mage looked at his Majesty, and he asked straightforwardly:

"Sun King, we have helped the group of highborne to drive away the ogres occupying the outer city of Eresalas according to the request of the highborne. Why! Why have we not been allowed to enter the city full of magic? People Suffering! Your Majesty, there is enough magic in Eresalas, which is only one step away from us, and I can smell it from so far away, why can't we go in?"

"Master Rommath..."

The Sun King signaled Lor'themar to close the door with his eyes. He looked at Rommath and said softly:

"Calm down..."

"I can't calm down! Your Majesty!"

The old mage's emotions were like adding fuel to the fire. The fire of anger rolled in his eyes, and he shouted loudly:

"I can't calm down! Yesterday, I lost my best apprentice! Today, I almost lost another one! Following your instructions, I tried my best to appease the restless MPs, but everyone! Every one of us In the loss of loved ones, of our people, every day, every day civilians with broken wills become heartbroken... Is that how you see it?"

The only remaining palm of Romans clenched into a fist. Driven by anger, he surpassed the limit between the monarch and his subjects at this moment. He roared a little crazy:

"You just sit peacefully on your own throne, watching your people get weaker day by day? You just sit on the sidelines like this! Some councilors suspect that you have reached something with that eccentric Prince Torsedrin Disgusting transaction... Is it really like this? Kael'thas Sunstrider! Tell me, what is the truth!"

"Enough! Archmage!"

Lor'themar Theron interrupted Rommath's roar with a loud voice. He stepped forward and grabbed the empty long sleeve of the archmage. He said in a deep voice:

"You are too rude! Your Majesty has his own considerations! You can't doubt His Majesty's kindness to the people, he is more painful than you!"

"Pain is useless! Pity is useless! Kindness is useless!"

The angry archmage gritted his teeth and said:

"Method! What the people need is a solution to the problem, and this is the most important thing!"

The atmosphere in the room froze to the extreme at this moment. Lor'themar opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looked at the silent Kael'thas, and then at the angry and disappointed archmage, he finally Shut up.

After a suffocating few minutes, Kael'thas rested his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath:

"You want to know the truth? Rommath...you want to know, don't you?"

"Okay! I'll tell you, I'll tell you all the truth."

Pain and shame flashed across the handsome face of the young Sun King. He covered half of his face with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We have been lied to... This is the truth, Rommath, Lor'themar, this is the truth you want to know... We have been lied to!"

"My ancestor, Dath'Rema. The diary of the Sunstrider recorded the story of the highborne Elf Syndra of Eresalas. In his diary, there was a message for the younger generation. He said that one day, if Quell Salas has encountered the threat of force majeure, we can ask our allies in Kalimdor for help according to the previous alliance."

"And the existence of the Syndra elves is a secret passed down from generation to generation by the Sunstrikers. The connection between the Sunstrider family and Syndra has never been broken."

Kael'thas Sunstrider talked about the secrets of the family. He looked at his two subordinates, with embarrassment shining in his eyes, and said softly:

"After the destruction of Quel'Thalas, in a desperate situation, I sent the Sunsail Fleet, with Lana'thel as my representative, to come to Elre'Thalas to ask for the help of the Syndra elves. Prince Cedrin received Lannathel, and he generously agreed to our request, and in exchange, he hoped that we could help them eradicate the ogre kingdom that occupied the outer city of Eresalas."

"Well. We know that."

Archmage Rommath also slowly calmed down. From Kael'thas' posture, he felt that things might not be simple. He nodded while thinking:

"The news brought back by Ms. Lana Thiel made the entire council see hope, which is why we arrived here, but at the beginning we only thought that it was the guidance of the holy sword Quel'Delar, but we did not expect that this is Your arrangements."

"Sorry I lied to you."

Kael'thas let out a sigh of relief:

"Under the circumstances at that time, the people needed a miracle to support their inner hope. Using Quel'Delar, the holy sword passed down from generation to generation by Quel'Thalas, as an excuse obviously encouraged the people more. I was the same as you at the time, I thought Elesalas and the Syndra elves would be the hope of saving the high elves, however... we paid a great deal of casualties..."

The fire of resentment in the Sun King's heart was also dancing in his beautiful green eyes at this moment, and his voice became even lower:

"Our rangers and mages took a terrible toll, even refusing our human allies' pleas for help, and it took us 2 months to remove the Gordok ogres from their The lair hastened back into the wilderness, I thought it was over, I thought the two races would share the bounty of Elesalas, but..."

"But Torsedrin tricked us, that vile bastard!"

The fact that Kael'thas, who had received an excellent education since he was a child, swears, has fully proved the anger in his heart. He looked at the subordinate in front of him, gritted his teeth and said:

"When that bastard asked him to open the gate and welcome our people to settle in Elesalas, he shamelessly refused. He told me that he was very grateful to the high elves for everything he had done for Elesalas, but The magic power of Eresalas is limited and cannot be supplied to our nearly one million people, he told me that he can only accept at most one-tenth of the people into that city."

"How could he do this!"

Archmage Rommath was also stunned by the shamelessness of the leader of the Syndra Elf. He smashed his remaining fist on the table. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Torsedrin is an aristocrat of the Highborne. He is an elder who lived 10,000 years ago. How could he...how could he be so shameless!"

The ranger lord Lor'themar Theron stood aside with a sullen face. Although this powerful ranger didn't speak, the fire in his eyes also proved Lor'themar's mood at this time.

"I rejected his shameless suggestion!"

Kael'thas breathed heavily to calm down his emotions, and he said softly:

"It is impossible for me to abandon any of my people, so I asked him to fulfill his promise! But that guy... he was like a madman who lost his mind, and he shut down Erezalas in front of me. The inner city gate, that bastard is very clear, with our mages exhausted, we can't forcibly open the magic city gate built during the elf empire."

"He told me that because of my rude refusal of his 'Gift of Mercy', he was going to bring down the number of high elves who could enter the city to 50,000 again, and...and..."

The Sun King closed his eyes and said in an emotionless voice:

"And he also asked me to hand over the Holy Sword Quel'Delar and the Sunstrider's Holy Sword Flame Strike as my rude "compensation", otherwise, he would just sit back and watch the civilization of the high elves collapse in this wilderness."

"boom"

Lor'themar couldn't listen anymore. He wiped his fingers across his waist, and a cold light pierced the table. Holding on to the dagger that had penetrated into the table, the Ranger Lord looked at his Majesty. He was very serious and cold, Said word for word:

"No! Your Majesty, you should have told us this earlier... You don't have to suffer such humiliation at all... Maybe the way to enter that city is not just to beg the madman for "forgiveness"!"

"We deserve those magic powers, and if that madman won't give it to us...we'll take it ourselves!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The anger in Archmage Rommath's eyes became brighter, and he said in a deep voice:

"You don't need to bear this yourself at all, you should tell us the fact...Although we failed, yes, yes, we were kicked out of our homeland, but this does not mean that any one The lunatics of ten thousand years ago could ride on us and laugh wildly, since the day Quel'Thalas was established, we have never been afraid of war."

"I... I was also thinking about how to tell everyone about this."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Kael'thas' young face, and he said:

"This incident was all caused by my trust in Cedrin too lightly. Because of my wrong judgment, our people have reached the edge of the cliff. I just... just don't want to add pressure to you. I don't want to let You think I'm a cowardly leader, and I don't want you to lose faith in the Sunstriders...."

He let out a long breath, his eyes full of loneliness:

"If my father was here, he would definitely do a hundred times better than me."

"Don't be silly, Your Majesty."

The archmage Rommath, who was aggressively questioning Kael'thas just now, straightened his back at this moment. He looked at the young king and said:

"I and all members of Parliament are well aware of the pressure on you in this terrible situation. This is a race, a civilized future, and it is inhumane for you to bear this pressure alone. We, those of us who follow The people behind you are all you can trust...Your Majesty, I will convene the Silver Moon Council right now, you don't need to hide it, just tell the councilors everything."

The archmage took a deep breath. He looked back at the ancient city of thousands of years outside the window, and a gleam of frost flashed in his eyes:

"Lord Lor'themar is very right. Now is the time to get back the magic we deserve, and it is time to make the treacherous pay the price."

"Our people need a city to recuperate...Your Majesty, don't you think that Elesalas is actually very suitable?"

"this..."

Kael'thas raised his head abruptly. He looked at the archmage, and then at Lor'themar. From the expressions of his two most dependent subordinates, he realized that Rommath was not joking. Although Kael'thas He has experienced the catastrophe of the fall of Quel'Thalas, and also experienced the tragic battle of Northern Border, but if the king's profession is also a profession, he is undoubtedly still a beginner in this profession, and he still can't do what his predecessors did. So thick-faced and dark-hearted.

Facing the hesitant His Majesty, Rommath and Lor'themar glanced at each other, and finally the archmage who had experienced many storms persuaded him in a low voice:

"Young Majesty, look to the east. For the future of their people, our human allies can kill the savage barbarians and water the hope of the human empire with the blood of another race... If the human empire Those young kings can do it, they can make up their minds, why can't we?"

"Your Majesty, what the king needs is not only pity and kindness, you also need a sharp sword to slay the enemy, and a cold heart to kill, just like the most "outstanding" compatriot in the history of the high elves, Your peer...Tyrion Dawnblade, Your Majesty, if you want to become a true king, you have to learn more from him."