Chapter Six Hundred Fifty-One: A Raven from the Sky

"Lose the Sunwell? You mean destroy it? But the Sunwell has existed for so many years. I've heard of people who wanted to use its waters to become gods, and others who wanted to use them to live forever, but I've never heard of anyone wanting to destroy it. Do you have a way?"

"Caw, caw, caw! Lord Arthas, we can't use the Sunwell as it is. Even to resurrect me, it would take a tedious process of conversion before I could use its energy. But our enemies, those arrogant High Elves, can directly use the energy the Sunwell suffuses through the air. It makes them incredibly powerful!

"Lord Arthas, just imagine: spells raining down from the sky, and endless rune arrows. If we don't destroy the Sunwell, they can simply soak a stone in it and pull out a powerful rune bomb. Against such an enemy, we have to cut off their roots. Only then can that towering tree fall. As for how to destroy the Sunwell, caw, caw, caw! It couldn't be simpler, Lord Arthas. One drop of black ink is enough to turn a whole vat of clear water dark. In the same way, all it takes is one destabilizing element to disrupt the stable Sunwell. In just three days, it'll become one enormous bomb. When that happens, it won't just be Silvermoon City, Lord Arthas. All of Quel'Thalas will be caught in the blast! Caw, caw, caw, caw!"

"Then how do we get out?"

"Caw—"

Kel'Thuzad's skeletal jaw, which had been hanging open, snapped shut. His ducklike cackling stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed him by the throat.

"Lord Arthas, perhaps we could withdraw first, then send someone in under cover of night to put the thing into the Sunwell. What do you think?"