Kael 'thas didn't know how he walked out of the palace.
He felt that some kind of belief was collapsing in his heart.
Was this the belief he had believed in for a thousand years?
It wasn't the pursuit of the ultimate in magic, but a simple nostalgia for power and worship of power?
So what if Sylvanas reached her sister's position one day?
There were only so many high positions in the kingdom, like a transparent pyramid that could be seen from the bottom to the top. However, unless one was an Elven Mage with a noble bloodline, it was impossible to reach the top.
The so-called promotion was just a seemingly beautiful and dirty lie.
Looking up at the sky, Kael 'thas sighed. He suddenly realized that he was very envious of humans, especially Duque.
Because Duque, and only Duque, with the talent of a commoner, relied on his own ability and wisdom to reach the highest position in the Alliance step by step.
And he, Kael 'thas, had the identity of a prince, but could only be controlled by his father like a puppet. Under the constraints of the Silvermoon Council, he could do nothing.
The seemingly noble identity was, in fact, worthless.
The High Elves were extremely long-lived. Although his father was already at the end of his life, who knew how much longer he could live? As long as his father was still alive, he, the crown prince, was just an illusory promise that could not be fulfilled in the field of power.
"Duque, I really envy you!" Kael 'thas looked up at the sky and sighed again.
On the other side, at the southernmost front line of the Long Song Forest, Sylvanas was lost.
In the eyes of the two Ranger Generals, Rhothemar Theron and Haduron Brightwing, the returned Sylvanas was extremely outstanding.
Under her command, the Elves worked in full swing to fortify their defenses. It was a method that even the old Rangers who had lived for thousands of years had never seen.
In the wasteland south of the Long Song Forest, a large area was cleared without grass — it was called the fire belt. It was convenient to carry out fire attacks further south.
Sylvanas only planted a flag on the hill and decided where to set fire based on the direction of the wind and where the fire would spread.
At the source of the river slightly north, a large number of giant ceramic jars were placed, which stored a huge amount of holy water. If the Calamity Army were to cross the river, a few guards would be able to break the jars and give those bones a good laugh.
In the forest, Cirvanas began to get someone to make a simple hollow brick. As long as one stayed in the pillbox made of five hollow bricks, even the Frost Arrows of a Morning Star Wizard would not be able to penetrate it.
If holy water was sprinkled on it, the mages estimated that it could even resist the Shadow Arrow of a Morning Warlock.
All of Cirvanas' actions were miraculous in the eyes of the elves.
She received a lot of praise. Even though she had been away for ten years and was half a traitor, she was loved by the rangers almost fanatically, even more than their immediate superiors, Lor'themar and Haduron.
However, she knew very well that these seemingly simple but extremely effective tricks had nothing to do with her.
What she was teaching the elfins today were all little inventions left behind by Duque back then, little creations!
She did not know what Duque's brain was made of. Originally, in the eyes of the world, the only thing that could fight against mystery was mystery. However, Duque had used such a simple and even primitive method to bridge the gap between ordinary people and mysterious beings.
What made Cirvanas even more shocked was that, on the surface, these methods were used to defend against the orcs, but from various clues, it could be inferred that Duque … seemed to have predicted the invasion of the Calamity Army when the war with the Horde ended thirteen years ago.
Looking into the distance in the south, the reports from the rangers said that the humans there were still actively organizing a resistance. New human reinforcements had already crossed the sea, and they were rapidly building a continuous line of defense.
Logically speaking, even if the Calamity Army were to attack Cuel Salas, it would not be within the next one or two months. The High Elves still had plenty of time to prepare for war.
However, Cirvanas's mouth was full of bitterness.
"I will not admit defeat!"
"I want to surpass my sister!"
"I want to break away from Duque's protection and make my own career."
"But … what am I doing now?"
After leaving for more than ten years, although the influence of the Windrunner was still there, after all, becoming a noble and breaking away from the kingdom was almost treason. When she returned to the forest that she was familiar with and crazy about, all she saw was suspicion and distrust in the eyes of the rangers.
However, she could not leave them alone.
More than ten years was almost a generation for the humans.
But for the Elves who had not changed for thousands of years, it felt like a relatively long nap.
Stubborn, self-enclosed.
Cirvanas was shocked to find that most of the rangers were still prepared to use wooden arrows to deal with the Undying of the Calamity Army.
What kind of joke was this?
Wooden arrows and whatnot, even if they hit the zombie's head, so what?
As long as the Lich or Necromancer who controlled the low-level Undying was still there, the zombies would still charge with a hundred arrows stuck in their bodies.
In order to save her hometown, Cirvanas had personally sneaked to the frontline of the South Sea City-State before coming here.
Physical damage was meaningless against the Undead!
She tried to persuade the rangers, but to no avail. In desperation, she took out the method that Duque had taught her …
Using Holy Light arrows to snipe the enemy leader.
Fire and water attacks.
Firing towers hanging on the trees and blockhouses on the ground formed a three-dimensional defense line, crossfire.
These new terms, these new battle concepts, all came from Duque.
Obviously, the defense line of the Long Song Forest was getting stronger day by day, and the chances of defending her hometown were increasing day by day. She should have been ecstatic, but the stronger the defense line was, the more obvious the sense of loss in her heart was —
Because all these achievements had nothing to do with her. She only stood on the shoulders of the giant Duke Marcus, wantonly plagiarizing and squandering the war wisdom that came from Duque.
There would be no harm without comparison.
After seeing the prosperity of the Elven Forest and witnessing the rapid economic and technological development in Stormwind, Cirvanas felt that if the High Elves did not reform, it would not be too long before they were eliminated by the world.
But what did she see?
A decaying, a kingdom that would never change!
Although she used to be proud of it, when she thought about it carefully, she was shocked to find that the surnames of the higher-ups of the kingdom had not changed since the founding of the kingdom.
Thirteen years ago, she once swore that if she wanted to find a partner, she would find a hero who would not lose to her sister and third sister, a true hero who was far superior to Duque.
Unfortunately, looking back at the entire High Elves Kingdom, looking at those so-called nobles who were arrogant but did not do anything, Cirvanas only wanted to vomit.
Yes!
It was still the same sentence!
There would be no harm without comparison!
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