Infinite Heroes Seat

"The high elves like me are never the one who is favored by fate!"

Standing on the top of the Tower of Sunfury, Mo Wen watched the hundreds of thousands of elves gathered from below spread his arms and shouted loudly. [More good-looking novels are on+new^^dagger^^奇^^中^^文^^网+

"Five thousand years ago, our ancestors were expelled by their compatriots, left their homes, and crossed the oceans, before they came to this land; three thousand years ago, the trolls' soldiers pointed directly at the city, the huge silver moon forest, and the fireworks everywhere. There is only one lone city left; more than ten years ago, we respected our ancestors and participated in the orc war in the covenant of our ancestors, but in the end we suffered heavy losses under the accident; and just yesterday, the minions of the undead and natural disasters attacked the world again. Quel'Thalas, the reason is only because they covet the treasures passed down from generation to generation in my waiting clan!"

"What did our high elves do wrong, why the world has been so unfair to me? Wars and aggressions have taken away our family, our friends, our peaceful homeland, and the blood of the elves has been Enough has been lost. Even if we have done something we missed before, aren’t these pains enough to repay? When will this day of suffering end? My father is dead, and the leaders of the Silvermoon Council are dead. Now, I don’t know if I will be the next??????"

The plain voice made the most silent accusation. In the face of Mo Wen's statement, countless elves under the tower shed tears and could not make a sound. There were also many elven youths whose eyes were red, and they clenched their fists.

These are some pacifists who have nothing to do with the world and just want to stay in their own homes and enjoy life, but fate has dragged them into the whirlpool time and time again. At this time, they heard unspeakable words and only felt depression in their hearts. There is nothing to add to the distress, but Mo Wen continues.

"Survival and death, now our high elves have reached the final fork in the road, my fellow citizens, I have to tell you that just yesterday the **** Scourge contaminated the Sunwell, and the energy that our ancestors depended on for generations to survive has been renewed. Also provide us with any help. Quel'Thalas's magical power concentration is declining, and it will not be long before it will be the same as the outside world. Although I have retained a part of the magical power with the secret method of the royal family, it is far from enough. If it is not possible to obtain a replacement for the sun The treasure of the well, our high elves will one day come to an end. Because they cannot adapt to the declining magic environment, more than 90% of our compatriots will die because of magic exhaustion!"

The desperate situation of reality hits the hearts of every elves present like a heavy hammer, having just experienced the catastrophe of natural disasters. These poor elves had received a heavy blow before their relatives and friends had passed away.

The crowd began to commotion, panic spreading slowly, but there was no way, these helpless elves could only look forward to the seemingly thin but tall figure standing on top of the Tower of Sunfury.

Looking at those hopeful eyes, Mo Wen stretched out his hand, slowly pointed to the sky, and shouted loudly.

"Our high elves can't just go to extinction, I'm not reconciled, I'm not convinced!"

"We didn't do anything wrong. We just study magic quietly, just enjoying life with our family and friends every day. We shouldn't be treated like this!"

"Compared with the night elves who live with beasts all day long, we have a dazzling civilization; we are more united than humans who fight all day long; we love peace even more than the orcs who only know **** and are rude and rude! Since the world Without letting these races go to extinction, why let our high elves go away!!!"

The scene was silent, and everyone was watching the frantically roaring young man on the spire, with tears in their eyes.

The high elves are arrogant. But their arrogance has its capital, maybe they have this or that kind of fault, but compared to the night elves that have not changed for thousands of years, they are compared to the capricious human beings. Compared with the cruel and violent orcs, they have more shining points on their bodies. Therefore, unheard words like resonance make their hearts start ups and downs, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, the living are attached to the world, and their dissatisfaction with injustice begins to slow. Slow fermentation. Finally, Mo Wen was ignited by the next sentence.

"Enough! Enough! Since this world is full of malice towards us, don't blame us for picking up the sword to defend our final rights!"

Blazing flames spurted from Mo Wen's hands, like a beam of light, directly hitting the sky.

Powerful magic power began to envelope the entire Silvermoon City. In the flames, half of the sky was rendered into a fiery red color, and the eyes of the high elves were also dyed red.

In the crimson flames, Mo Wen had enthusiasm in his eyes, and he screamed at all the elves below.

"From today onwards, we are no longer high elves without fighting in the world, in the name of blood, for revenge, for hope, for survival, from today on--"

"——We are blood elves!"

"Pick up our weapons, we will walk out of our homeland, we need to find a secret treasure that can replace the Sunwell, and we need to continue our race!"

"The enemy who has hurt us will pay the price, and all those who are malicious to us will be eliminated!"

"For our departed relatives and friends, for our children and grandchildren, for our peaceful life,-my compatriots, tell me, are you willing to follow me?"

Leaning over, Mo Wen stretched out his right hand to the elves gathered below.

There was a brief calm, and the whole square boiled over the next moment.

Countless elves raised their arms enthusiastically and shouted.

"Long live your Royal Highness! Long live the Sunstrider family! Long live the blood elves!"

"Follow Your Highness to the death, and what His Highness Bing Feng pointed out is where I am waiting!"

"In the name of blood, for revenge, for hope, for survival!"

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One after another, this is the most unwilling roar of a deceased race, and it is also a declaration of the birth of a new race.

Looking at the elves shouting crazily below, Mo Wen's mouth showed a smile, and the corners of his eyes seemed to show a bit of tears, and then he was standing on the top of the Sunfury Tower, cutting open with the sharp sword in his hand without hesitation. Got his own wrist.

"Since everyone is willing to entrust their lives to me," he said slowly in the blood flowing: "In the name of the sunstrider, I Kael'thas swears here that I will lead you to victory, our The race will continue too!"

His voice was not loud, but it easily overwhelmed all the voices of the elves, and then in the eyes of everyone, the prince showed an unprecedented smile on his face, slowly saying every word: "Everyone , On the day of victory, let us come back together to build our homeland again!"

A simple sentence moved everyone from the bottom of the heart, and even the elves, who had been worried about the enthusiasm of the entire race before, were convinced at this moment.

After all, who doesn't expect a peaceful and peaceful life? Faced with that natural and friendly smiling face, who can refuse?

Under the blazing flames, that strong figure with a smile on his face was carved into the hearts of many people, making people sad and hopeful.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

Whimpering, the elves spontaneously knelt down one by one, and bowed to their respected temple. They knew that just yesterday this highness lost his father and king forever, and the burden of the entire race is also on this newly grown-up. The pressure on the young teenager can be imagined, but now he is still smiling at them.

"His Royal Highness Prince!??????"

"The blood elves will win!"

"I will never perish!"

Although not screaming like crazy this time, all the elves made their own vows in their hearts at this moment.

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In the Tower of Sunfury, Sylvanas had red eyes, listening to the low shouts of the crowd outside, she slowly knelt down to Mo Wen who had retreated.

"Master, please, we must lead us to victory!"

No matter how much sincerity Mo Wen said ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, those simple words have deeply moved the spirit ranger's heart.

Their high elves have experienced too much suffering and too much unwillingness.

Although in Mo Wen’s plan, their final victory is not really important, but Sylvanas still hopes to show the pride and glory of their clan to the whole world, and make her own voice to this unfair world, no For others, only for those people who are shouting outside.

And standing beside her, Liadlin and Soran Liane also knelt down one by one, watching Mo Wen with tears in their eyes.

Mo Wen's footsteps paused for a while, and then he strode away again, but at the end he left a faint word.

"I will!" (To be continued.)

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