Holy Light formed thin ropes that tightened around Akama's neck, little by little.
Khadgar demonstrated his exceptional mastery of the Holy Light, intending to Khadgar Akama die slowly in retaliation for his betrayal.
Akama's tongue lolled out, his face flushed red, as he tried to grab the Holy Light rope around his neck. He gradually lost his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Just as Khadgar was about to tighten the ropes and end Akama's life, a crimson light suddenly appeared before him.
The crimson light carried terrifying heat; when Khadgar's Holy Light touched it, it was as if it had come into contact with boiling water.
Caught off guard, Khadgar instinctively loosened the rope.
A figure appeared behind Akama, dressed in magnificent Elf attire, his handsome face as expressionless as a corpse.
"Prince Kael'thas!" Khadgar exclaimed, never expecting to encounter the Elven Prince.
The Elven Prince's face was frosty as a large swath of crimson light showered upon Khadgar. This was another form of Holy Light, filled with savagery and slaughter.
Khadgar, sensing the danger, realized he couldn't come into contact with the Scarlet Holy Light, otherwise his own Holy Light might be Corruption, and quickly retreated.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Scarlet Holy Light blasted a large hole in the wall, and Kael'thas grabbed the unconscious Akama and made his escape.
Khadgar for a long time before realizing that while the Scarlet Holy Light seemed very strong, it also had weaknesses.
If I encounter Kael'thas again, I'm sure I'll find a way to defeat him.
Kael'thas was incredibly fast, almost becoming a streak of red light, disappearing in a few leaps.
At that moment, Robbie and Krasus quietly followed behind.
With Ner'zhul's head in hand, Robbie quickly located Kael'thas.
"Something's not right with him." Krasus observed carefully; Kael'thas's expression didn't seem like that of a living person.
"We'll find out when we go see," Robbie said casually.
Krasus asked worriedly, "Even Khadgar is no match for him, are you confident?"
Robbie shook the head of Ner'zhul in his hand. "Don't worry, he'll definitely have a way."
Ner'zhul complained, "You can't do this! I only have one head left; I'm no match for him."
A Holy Light appeared in Robbie's palm, Ner'zhul trembled in fright, his eyes glazed over as he said:
"Okay, you take me there, I'll figure something out."
Ner'zhul's head contains even more dark energy than the Skull of Gul'dan in Illidan's possession, so he should have a way to defeat Kael'thas.
In a stinking Fel Orcs house, Kael'thas casually killed the owner, stuffed the body under the bed, and placed Akama on the bed.
After doing all this, Kael'thas stood motionless in front of the bed, as if he were a statue.
Robbie and Krasus appeared silently at the door without alerting Kael'thas.
Two green beams shot from Ner'zhul's head, sweeping across Kael'thas's body, and he said in a low voice:
"I understand. He's been bewitched by the Holy Light; the crimson Holy Light controls him. He's a puppet of the Army of the Light."
Robbie was secretly surprised that Kael'thas had breached the Tempest Keep ship and captured Naaru Muru.
Afterwards, the Blood Elves extracted M'uru's energy, using him as a giant battery, and the first Blood Elf knights were born.
Is there a conspiracy involved?
"Do you have a way to save him?" Robbie probed deliberately.
Robbie had already come up with several ways to test Ner'zhul's reaction.
Ner'zhul's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "I can Power Infusion to banish the crimson Holy Light, but it might corrupt his mind."
"It doesn't need to be that complicated." Robbie made up his mind; the Skull of Ner'zhul was unreliable.
Robbie reached out and directly extracted the Scarlet Holy Light from Kael'thas's body.
Scarlet Holy Light is also a form of energy; as long as it is used properly, one will not be harmed by it.
Kael'thas swayed unsteadily, his expression gradually weakening, and he sat weakly on the ground.
"How did you do that?" Krasus asked, puzzled.
Robbie smiled. "I told you, I'm rich. With money, you can learn anything."
Soon, Kael'thas woke up, struggling to open his eyes and looking around in confusion.
"Ahh!"
Kael'thas let out a series of screams:
"What kind of place is this? It stinks! How did I get here? Oh my god, how many days has it been since I showered? I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Kael'thas was about to rush out like the wind, but Robbie stopped him.
"Prince Highness, think about how you got here."
Kael'thas looked at Robbie with suspicion, then exclaimed, "It's you, Alassel Sunwatcher! You, you, what are you doing here?"
"You should show at least some respect to your savior," Robbie said patiently.
Kael'thas, head held high, Pride said:
"You are merely a nobleman of Silvermoon City, while I am Prince of high rank. How can the Sunwatchers compare to the Sunstrider royal family? Saving me is your duty."
Two beams of green light shot out from Ner'zhul's skull, Kael'thas instantly yielded.
"Thank you for saving my life. Once we return to Silvermoon City, I will appoint you as Ranger-General."
Robbie asked, "Prince Highness, how did you become like this? How much do you remember?"
Kael'thas frowned and pondered for a long time before saying, "It all started with a jar of wine."
"What does this have to do with alcohol?" Robbie asked, puzzled.
Kael'thas blinked. "That's a long story. Two years ago, with Illidan's help, the Blood Elves learned to extract mana to alleviate their Mana Addiction. We established a base in Netherstorm. That wretched place has nothing but all sorts of strange Netherstorm, including Demons from the Burning Legion and various mana-based creatures that we can extract energy from."
"Later, the Naaru entered Outland aboard Tempest Keep and docked in Netherstorm. Illidan ordered me to seize Tempest Keep. I'm not stupid; that's the Naaru's ship. We Blood Elves are outnumbered and have no ships. Taking this fortress is just wishful thinking."
"But I couldn't refuse Illidan, so I organized a feint attack to deal with the situation. When we got close to Tempest Keep, we saw a large group of Mana Elementals flying towards Tempest Keep. Obviously, something had happened inside. We couldn't handle the Naaru, but dealing with Mana Elementals was easy. After we stormed into Tempest Keep, we found it empty except for one Naaru."
Licking his lips, Kael'thas said, "That Naaru's name is M'uru. He's carrying a huge pile of black stones and there's an enticing aroma of wine wafting from him. Although there's only one Naaru, it's still not something we can handle. We were planning to retreat, but our tribesmen were all drawn in by the smell of wine, and another reason is that M'uru seems to be drunk."
With a soft sigh, Kael'thas said regretfully, "My men discovered an Ethereal Mech, completely intact, and used Ethereal Mech to capture M'uru. It's all my fault. I should have realized it sooner. How could the Naaru be drunk, and how could they happen to have an Ethereal Mech? This is clearly a conspiracy against us!"
"And then?" Robbie asked.
Kael'thas said with heartache, "The Blackrock contained the most delicious wine, and all the Blood Elves got drunk, causing their Mana Addiction to flare up. I don't know who suggested extracting the Naaru's energy to alleviate the Mana Addiction, and I don't know how an agreement was reached. After that, we were controlled, and all the Blood Elves became like me, puppets being manipulated."