Chapter 255: Chapter 255 Sunwrath Tower Chapter 255: Chapter 255 Sunwrath Tower “Catch her!”
A shout ca from ahead, and the fleeing little figure, spurred by the cry, suddenly sped up a level. Despite the innate agility of the Elf Clan, the speed of this little one was truly remarkable. Sadly, though nimble, she was obviously careless, not noticing the road conditions ahead and ran straight into .
But I might have been imagining things, it seed to that I saw a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if so plan had succeeded.
A panting Elf Guard ran up to us, his gear incomplete, and his leather armor and shoulder guards were clearly from two different standard issues. The once mighty High Elves now had to arm their soldiers in this pieceal manner.
Just like most of the Blood Elf Soldiers now, this regular soldier tasked with maintaining order in Silver Moon City was rely a briefly trained, not even an apprentice-level, ard civilian. His expression turned to shock when he saw Prince Kaelthas standing before him, and then it beca even more stupefied when he saw Alaya, the most notably divine among us, until an embarrassed cough from Kaelthas snapped the flustered fellow back to reality.
“What’s going on?”
Prince Kaelthas asked with displeasure, the impolite display of his soldier before a Divine Envoy embarrassing him. Then he looked down with dissatisfaction at the child clinging tightly to my waist—a little girl with golden short hair, covered in dirt from head to toe, her original appearance hardly discernible except for the bright green eyes sparkling with life, adding a touch of cuteness to her.
Noticing the prince’s gaze, the tiny elf girl awkwardly averted her eyes and then suddenly noticed Alaya standing beside, looking at her with a puzzled expression.
I felt the little girl shudder violently, seemingly quite afraid of the Angel Sister looking at her with tender eyes.
This made wonder, aren’t angels considered benevolent in this world?
“Your Highness,” the nervous Elf Soldier finally rembered how to salute and hastily did so before pointing to the little girl, “This child has contracted the plague!”
The word “plague” was like a signal; as soon as it was uttered, a stir arose around us, and Kaelthas’s eyebrows imdiately raised.
Plague now had only one aning: Catastrophe.
The little girl had caught the Dead Souls virus, a high-level undead virus impossible to dispel or heal, and that’s why she was desperately running away. During this ti, any civilian who contracted an incurable undead virus only had one fate: Purification. A sacrifice made for the safety of the entire Race, but then again, practically no one would be willing to make such a sacrifice.
Finally, I noticed that the girl’s sowhat tattered clothing was stained with dark red blood, and on her back was a wound of unknown origin, not large and already scabbed over, yet there were unnerving black patches near the seemingly minor wound.
“Divine ssenger, I apologize…”
Kaelthas’s voice rang out beside , but I didn’t turn around: “Alaya, can she be cured?”
“Quite easily,” the Angel Sister responded with a soft tone laced with faint confidence, “As long as her soul is intact, healing the body is not a problem.”
To priests and Holy Knights among mortals, such an infection, where the Catastrophe virus directly entered through a wound, basically made one part of the undead. But for Alaya, whose body was ninety-nine percent composed of Divine Energy, dispelling this level of viral infection was not difficult; her control over the Holy Light was unimaginably precise compared to ordinary Human holy practitioners.
The dirty elf girl, upon hearing this, imdiately looked up, her eyes sparkling with surprise. However, I also detected a bit of confusion, as if she found the Angel Sister’s statent quite unexpected.
A strange little girl.
But this was just a minor episode. The Catastrophe virus carried by the little girl was easy for Alaya to dispel, but it required a quiet environnt. So we took the young girl with us and ca to the palace of Prince Kaelthas.
Sunwrath Tower, one of the few remaining intact structures in Silver Moon City, was also the most magnificent and powerful Mage Tower built by the Blood Elves. Had it not been for the fact that Arthas, after resurrecting Kel’sujiade in the Sun Well, was not willing to waste ti, this precious Tower would certainly not have survived. Now, as one of the few intact buildings in Silver Moon City, this massive Mage Tower has beco the new palace for the Blood Elves, and it is also the dwelling place of the Magic Masters who support the Great Barrier of Quel’Danas—they must ensure the continuous provision of Magic Power to the entire Great Barrier and could not possibly leave this Tower, which serves as the hub of Quel’Danas’s Magic Power.
And our destination for this trip, the Magic Net node, was right below this Tower.
I first requested a room for the little Elf girl and let Alaya take her for the Purification Ritual, then had Prince Kaelthas dismiss the accompanying Guards.
“I think you need to et soone first.”
When Prince Kaelthas inquired what kind of help we truly needed from the Blood Elves, I spoke thus and signaled Sylvanas, who had been following us, to remove her hood.
“Ranger General Sylvanas!?”
As expected, such an exclamation of shock was heard.
But soon, Kaelthas cald down from the shock of seeing a long-dead General, and then rembered the final fate of the honorable woman before him.
“I am now a Dead Soul,” unlike him, Sylvanas did not lose her composure. Although returning to her holand stirred rare emotions in her heart, she concealed them well, “And now, I also serve the God.”
This statent shook Kaelthas as much as the shock of seeing the once-fallen Ranger General standing before him. In fact, while he had heard of the Divine Envoy joining forces with Mortals to form the Salvation Army, Kaelthas was not very familiar with this new alliance. The great crisis facing his Race left him no energy to pay attention to other affairs. So when he saw the undead forr Ranger General nowstanding beside a Heavenly God, he thought the whole world had gone mad.
To anyone, the sight of a God standing together with Dead Souls was utterly incredible.
Seemingly pleased with the shocked expression on the face of the Blood Elf King—oh, he should now be called the King of Blood Elves—Sylvanas rarely showed a mischievous smile and said, “God is fairer than you imagine.”
Although the sight of the forr Ranger General appearing before him as a Dead Soul and telling him that she was now a mber of the Heavenly God’s faction left Kaelthas sowhat confused, he was after all the leader of the Blood Elves, imbued with the composure and wisdom expected of his position. He wisely avoided dwelling on this issue and made the most appropriate response based on the current situation.
“I think I can imagine… Sorry, my mind is a bit of a ss right now…” Kaelthas rubbed his forehead, then displayed a smile, “Regardless, to et again is a true pleasure. Honorable Ranger General, although the situation here is a complete ss, I must say, welco ho.”
Welco ho—a simple greeting, but uttered here, it carried an extraordinary significance. To fall in battle defending ho, to be resurrected as a Dead Soul under servitude to the Witch Demon King, to lead a longing people striving for survival amidst the ruins of Lordaeron, to be betrayed, to be exiled, to be shunned by nearly every Race on the continent, and here at last, soone was willing to say to her: welco ho. How much weight did that sentence carry?
But there was no significant change in Sylvanas’s expression. It wasn’t indifference, but rather that the long solitude had nearly made her forget what being moved felt like. So she habitually maintained an indifferent expression, although she soon smiled.
“I guess if I had co this ti solely as a Dead Soul instead of an ally of God, you would not have offered a welco.”
Kaelthas’s smile suddenly beca awkward, but he quickly noticed the faint smile at the corner of the Ranger General’s mouth and felt relieved, letting go of this sowhat embarrassing topic and said, “I’ve heard about what happened in Dark City. So, what is it that you hope I will do this ti? Is it to take over Dark City? I’m afraid you will be disappointed. The current situation of Quel’Danas is clear to you; the Blood Elves cannot fend for themselves—though I am ashad to admit it, we are powerless.”
Sylvanas glanced at and then said, “I understand your plight. Rest assured, you need not make any sacrifice, nor do I wish to see my forr kin suffer more losses… We only need to borrow this Tower, or to be precise—its Energy Source, the Magic Net node.”
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