"Our high elves are never the tribe favored by fate!"

Standing on the top of the Tower of Sun Wrath, Mo Wen looked at the hundreds of thousands of elves gathered below, spreading his arms and shouting loudly.↖

"Five thousand years ago, our ancestors were expelled by our compatriots, left their hometowns, and crossed the oceans to this land; three thousand years ago, the trolls' soldiers pointed directly at the city, and the huge Silver Moon Forest, with fireworks everywhere, we were left with only an isolated city; more than ten years ago, we were respectful, and the corresponding ancestors' covenant participated in the orc war, but in the end they suffered heavy losses inadvertently; and just yesterday, the minions of the undead natural disaster once again attacked Quel'thalas, because they coveted the treasures passed down from generation to generation by our clan!"

"What did we high elves do wrong? Why is the world so unfair to us? Time and time again, wars and invasions have taken away our family, our friends, our peaceful home, the elves' blood has been lost enough. Even if we have done anything before, are these pains not enough to repay? When will this suffering end? My father is dead, and the leaders of the Silver Moon Council die. I don't know if I will be the next one."

The ordinary voice made the most silent accusation. Faced with Mo Wen's statement, countless elves under the tower burst into tears and burst into tears. Many elves' eyes were red and they clenched their fists.

These are some pacifists who are not in the world and only want to stay in their homes and enjoy life, but their fate has once again and again involved them in the whirlpool. At this time, I heard Mo Wen's words. I only felt that the depression and depression in my heart were beyond the reach, but Mo Wen was still continuing.

"Survival and death. Now our high elves have reached the last fork, my compatriots. I have to tell you that just yesterday the damn Scourge Corps polluted the Sun Well. The energy that our ancestors rely on for generations to survive has no longer provided us with any help. The magic concentration of Quelthalas is constantly declining. It will not take long to be the same as the outside world. Although I used the royal secret technique to intercept some of the magic power, this is far from enough. If we cannot obtain treasures that replace the Sun Well, our high elves will eventually go to the end one day. Because we cannot adapt to the declining magic environment, more than 90% of our compatriots will die due to the exhaustion of magic power!"

The desperate situation in reality hits the hearts of every elves present like a heavy hammer. They have just experienced the disaster of natural disasters and attacks. Before these poor elves recovered from their relatives and friends, they received a heavy blow.

The crowd began to stir up, panic slowly spread, but there was no way. These helpless elves could only look forward to the seemingly thin but tall figure standing on the top of the Sun Rage Tower.

Looking at the pair of eyes full of hope, Mo Wen stretched out his hand, pointed slowly at the sky, and shouted loudly.

"We high elves cannot go to destruction just like this. I am unwilling to accept it, and I am not convinced!"

"We did nothing wrong. We just study magic quietly, just enjoy life with our family and friends every day, and we should not be treated like this!"

"We have a brilliant civilization than the night elves who are with wild beasts all day long. We are more united than the humans who are intrigue all day long. We love peace more than the orcs who only know how to kill and reckless. Since the world has not allowed these races to perish, why can we let the high elves disappear!!!"

The scene was silent, and everyone was silently watching the crazy roaring boy on the spire of the tower, with tears in his eyes.

High elves are arrogant, but their arrogance has its capital. Perhaps they have this or that problem, but compared to the unchanging night elves, compared to the capricious humans, and the cruel and irritable orcs, they have more shining points on them. Therefore, Mo Wen's words resonate with each other, causing their hearts to fluctuate, unwilling, and unwilling. The living are attached to the world, and their dissatisfaction with injustice begins to ferment slowly, and are finally ignited by Mo Wen's next sentence.

"Enough! Enough! Since the world is full of malice towards us, don't blame us for taking the sword to defend our last rights!"

The blazing flames spewed out of Mo Wen's hand, like a beam of light, hitting straight into the sky.

The powerful magic began to cover the entire Silver Moon City. In the firelight, half of the sky was rendered in a fiery red color, and the eyes of the high elves were also dyed red.

In the red flames, Mo Wen's eyes were filled with fanaticism and shouted loudly at all the elves below.

"From today, we are no longer the high elves who are indifferent to the world, in the name of blood, for revenge, for hope, for survival, from today—"

“—We are blood elves!”

"Pick up our weapons, we will step out of our homeland, we will find a treasure that can replace the Sun Well, and we will continue our race!"

"The enemy who has hurt us will pay a price, and all those who are full of malice against us will be eliminated!"

"For our lost relatives and friends, for our descendants, for our peaceful life, my fellow citizens, tell me, are you willing to follow me?"

Bent down, Mo Wen stretched out his right hand to the elves gathered below.

A brief calm, the whole square boiled in the next moment.

Countless elves raised their arms enthusiastically and shouted loudly.

"Long live the prince! Long live the Sun Chaser family! Long live the blood elves!"

"See Your Highness to the death. The point of your army is where we are!"

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

The shouts of crying one after another are the most unwilling roars of a deceased race and the declaration of the birth of a new race.

Looking at the elves shouting wildly below, Mo Wen smiled at the corner of his mouth, and tears seemed to appear at the corner of his eyes. Then he saw him standing on the top of the Sun Rage Tower, cutting his wrist with the sharp sword in his hand without hesitation.

"Since everyone is willing to entrust their lives to me," he said slowly in the flowing blood: "In the name of the Sun Chaser, I, Kelthus, swear here, I will lead you to victory, and our race will continue!"

His voice was not loud, but it easily overshadowed all the elves' voices. Then, in the eyes of everyone, the prince showed an unprecedented bright smile and said slowly, "Everyone, on the day of victory, let us come back to build our home together!"

A simple sentence moved everyone from the bottom of their hearts, and even the elves who had been a little worried about the fanaticism of the entire race were convinced at this moment.

After all, who doesn’t expect a peaceful and peaceful life? Who can refuse that natural and friendly smile?

Under the raging flames, the strong figure with a smile on his face has been engraved into the hearts of many people, making people sad and full of hope.

"Your Highness the Prince!"

Whrewd, the elves spontaneously knelt down one by one and saluted their respected Highness. They knew that just yesterday, the Highness had lost his father forever, and the burden of the entire race was also on this young man who had just grown up. The pressure was imaginable, but now he was still smiling at them.

"Your Highness the Prince!"

"The blood elves will win!"

"We will never perish!"

Although this time, all the elves made their own vows in their hearts.

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In the Tower of Sun Rage, Sylvanas's eyes were slightly red. Listening to the low shouts of the crowd outside, she slowly knelt down to Mo Wen who had retreated.

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

No matter how sincere the Mo Wen said, those simple words have deeply touched the heart of the elf ranger.

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

Although in Mo Wen's plan, whether their final victory is actually not important, Sylvanas still hopes to show the pride and glory of their clan to the whole world and make his own voice to this unfair world, not for anything else, but for those tribes shouting outside.

Standing beside her, Leadlin and Solanlian also knelt down one by one, looking at Mo Wen with tears in his eyes.

Mo Wen paused slightly, then left again with great strides, but finally left a faint voice.

"I can do it!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

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