Xyrin Empire-Chapter 255 - Sunwrath Tower
Chapter 255: Chapter 255 Sunwrath Tower
Chapter 255 -255 Sunwrath Tower
“Catch her!”
A shout came 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 me.
But I might have been imagining things, it seemed to me that I saw a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if some 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 piecemeal manner.
Just like most of the Blood Elf Soldiers now, this regular soldier tasked with maintaining order in Silver Moon City was merely a briefly trained, not even an apprentice-level, armed civilian. His expression turned to shock when he saw Prince Kaelthas standing before him, and then it became 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 me wonder, aren’t angels considered benevolent in this world?
“Your Highness,” the nervous Elf Soldier finally remembered 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 immediately raised.
Plague now had only one meaning: 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 time, 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 somewhat 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 Messenger, I apologize…”
Kaelthas’s voice rang out beside me, 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, immediately looked up, her eyes sparkling with surprise. However, I also detected a bit of confusion, as if she found the Angel Sister’s statement 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 environment. So we took the young girl with us and came 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 time, 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 become 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 meet someone 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 calmed down from the shock of seeing a long-dead General, and then remembered 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 homeland stirred rare emotions in her heart, she concealed them well, “And now, I also serve the God.”
This statement 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 former 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 former Ranger General appearing before him as a Dead Soul and telling him that she was now a member of the Heavenly God’s faction left Kaelthas somewhat 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 mess right now…” Kaelthas rubbed his forehead, then displayed a smile, “Regardless, to meet again is a true pleasure. Honorable Ranger General, although the situation here is a complete mess, I must say, welcome home.”
Welcome home—a simple greeting, but uttered here, it carried an extraordinary significance. To fall in battle defending home, 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, someone was willing to say to her: welcome home. 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 come this time solely as a Dead Soul instead of an ally of God, you would not have offered me a welcome.”
Kaelthas’s smile suddenly became awkward, but he quickly noticed the faint smile at the corner of the Ranger General’s mouth and felt relieved, letting go of this somewhat embarrassing topic and said, “I’ve heard about what happened in Dark City. So, what is it that you hope I will do this time? 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 ashamed to admit it, we are powerless.”
Sylvanas glanced at me and then said, “I understand your plight. Rest assured, you need not make any sacrifice, nor do I wish to see my former 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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