A horse is thrashing about in the pool.
This is Arthas's beloved horse, Invincible; the pool's water comes from the Sunwell.
Kel'Thuzad's Liches worked day and night, and finally, their efforts paid off.
Six Liches stood in the shape of a six-pointed star and cast a spell together. The gems on their staffs shone brightly, and magical power was drawn from the pool and, guided by the Liches, flowed into the Invincible body.
Invincible cheered and jumped for joy.
Its power continued to grow, and its body, which was originally just bones, grew something else, such as tendons and skin. Magic energy condensed on its back, and when the spell was completed, Invincible spread out a pair of broad wings and soared into the sky.
Invincible grew stronger, its four hooves powerful and strong, faintly exuding magic, and its nostrils spewing out magical breath. It evolved from a land mount into a flying mount, but unfortunately, what grew out was not flesh and blood.
Kel'Thuzad's face was grim. It was clear that the experiment had failed. The power of the Sunwell had altered Invincible, but not resurrected him; instead, he had become a fusion of Undead and Magical Creatures.
"I'm sorry, Prince Highness, we have failed. The power of the Sunwell cannot bring the Undead back to life."
Although he was mentally prepared for defeat, Kel'Thuzad's heart was still heavy. The power of the Sunwell could change the Undead Legion and bring great power, but this was not the result he wanted.
Arthas, on the other hand, appeared more relaxed. As the leader of the Scourge, he had to give his subordinates hope. He comforted the Lich and said some encouraging words.
For the Scourge, this was just one attempt on a long road to Redemption. In the days to come, they would face many more failures, for success is always the sweet fruit that follows countless despairs.
In the camp, the Elven Prince Kael'thas drowned his sorrows in alcohol, becoming despondent.
Kael'thas, accompanied by his confidants and some of Silvermoon City's Guards, marched in a massive force towards the Sunwell. He had no fighting spirit and didn't know how to fight, so he simply raised his hands and surrendered to the Scourge.
In the thousands of years of history of the High Elves, there has almost never been a case of surrendering without a fight.
Kael'thas disgraced his ancestors, enough to make Dath'Remar Sunstrider, the creator of Quel'Thalas, rise from his grave and loudly denounce his descendants' unfilial behavior.
Arthas did not make things difficult for them, and did not even remove the Elves ' weapons. Instead, he treated them as allies, allowing them to set up camp next to the Sunwell and providing them with food and supplies.
The young human Prince didn't know how to treat the Elven Prince who was hundreds of years older than him. Elf elves had such long lifespans, and their experience and knowledge were far beyond what humans could match.
Perhaps the minds of Elves need a thousand years of refinement to mature, and Arthas felt that he was still lacking in experience, so he entrusted the matter to Robbie.
"I heard it's because of Jaina."
Arthas whispered to Robbie, "You know I've also been outmaneuvered by Jaina, so it's not convenient for me to intervene. Go and persuade him; I have a feeling Kael'thas can provide us with valuable intelligence."
An Elven Prince tormented by love.
Robbie raised his eyebrows. Although human lifespan is short, human strength lies in learning. When you are familiar with five thousand years of history, it is equivalent to having five thousand years of experience. Even when facing the Elf King, Robbie still has enough psychological advantage.
"I'm Robbie Capor from Lakeshire," Robbie began by introducing himself.
Kael'thas, who had been drinking dejectedly with his head down, perked up immediately upon hearing the Lakeshire. He put down his glass, rushed to Robbie, and eagerly asked, "You're from Lakeshire? Lakeshire in Kingdom of Stormwind?"
"Are there any other Lakeshire?" Robbie was a little confused; this guy didn't seem quite right.
Kael'thas's eyes were clearly shining. "Lisa, do you know Lisa?"
"Lisa?"
Robbie gave the Elven Prince a strange look. He had heard the name Lisa more than once, but he had never paid it any mind.
After all, it's a common name, like George, Mary, or the neighbor's son.
Do you know Lao Wang? How should I answer that? I know quite a few.
"Speak slowly, don't rush," Robbie said, trying to reassure the Elven Prince.
"I met a beautiful young woman in Darkshire; she introduced herself as Lisa from Lakeshire."
Kael'thas briefly recounted that dreamlike encounter:
"Her breath was like the dawn in Silvermoon City, her skin like the finest silk, her eyes as clear as the Sunwell, her aura as if the goddess Elune had descended upon her. My goddess, Lisa, where are you?"
At this moment, Kael'thas seemed possessed by a romantic spirit, his entire being bathed in a radiant glow, having long since forgotten about Jaina and her distant Pandaria.
Robbie was certain that Lisa, Kael'thas had encountered, was definitely not among Robbie's acquaintances.
Skin needs care, and temperament needs cultivation.
Robbie knew those country bumpkin girls in Lakeshire all too well.
They had to get up before dawn to prepare breakfast for their fathers and brothers, and work hard every day until late at night just to barely make ends meet. They were constantly in the livestock shed and fields, exposed to wind, rain, and scorching sun. How could their skin possibly be in good condition?
In this era, there was no universal compulsory education. Women in Lakeshire were lucky if they could even write their own names. How could they cultivate a goddess-like noble temperament to firmly attract the seasoned master of love, the Elven Prince?
Robbie pondered for a moment, then concocted a lie that was half true and half false:
"Prince Highness, as you know, our Lakeshire is located in a strategically important area, bordered by Deadwind Pass and Swamp of Sorrows to the south, and the Burning Steppes to the north. Adventurers often stop in Lakeshire, and to avoid being checked by Stormwind City, they usually obtain a Lakeshire permit and often identify themselves as residents of Lakeshire. I think Lisa, whom you met, is likely one of them."
"Yes, yes, that must be it. Thank you for reminding me; I should have thought of that." Kael'thas seemed reborn, once again radiating the noble air of Elven Prince, and said confidently:
"Lisa, Lisa, we will definitely meet again."
"Should we talk to Jaina?" Robbie suggested.
Jaina?
Kael'thas repeated it with a surprised expression, clearly unfamiliar with the name, but his expression remained unchanged.
"I think there's something between Jaina and Thrall. Maybe she just likes the fanged type," Kael'thas said gossipyly, his expression natural and relaxed, as if he were talking about a complete stranger.
"Your change of attitude is too fast!" Robbie muttered to himself.
"Very likely." Robbie nodded.
"Oh right, I remember now, Jaina used her beauty to seduce me! Good heavens, even I, the wise and Elven Prince, fell for such a simple trick. How shameful! As a proud member of the Sunstrider family, this is an intolerable disgrace. I must get my revenge."
"What are you planning to do?" Robbie asked.
Kael'thas smiled wickedly, a hint of smugness in his eyes:
"Jaina and Thrall would never guess that I've already obtained the data on Silvermoon City's Magic Shield. When the Scourge slaughters those damned green-skinned Orcs, I'll be eager to see Jaina's expression at that moment. Oh, and I absolutely must leave Thrall to me. I want to break off his fangs myself; it will be one of the Elven Prince's most treasured possessions."
"You will be satisfied," Robbie said.