Revil Kost

"Liadrin left?"

Kael'thas was surprised when he heard the news as he came out of his room. Why had Liadrin suddenly left without warning? Surely she would at least have told him beforehand!!

"There were a lot of wounded on the front lines, and they were short of Priests, so she was called over."

Kael'sala stood beside him and explained softly, "I think she didn't tell you because she didn't want to wake you..."

That's not right! Your Highness, weren't you the one who forced her to leave...?

The guards behind them suddenly looked a little strange.

But Kael'thas didn't notice. Although he still couldn't quite make sense of it, he could understand if she was needed on the front lines. "Then there's nothing to be done. Liadrin is really skilled!"

Whether it was her spellcasting or her awareness of danger, Kael'thas felt her abilities would put her teammates at ease. She would surely be a powerful healer someday...

Really skilled...?

A chill flashed in Kael'sala's eyes. He frowned, feeling all the more certain that he couldn't let Kael'thas be with that Priest.

What a terrifying aura!!

Lor'themar, who had just returned, sensed the chill coming from Kael'sala. He shrank back and immediately hid behind the others...

No one saw him return. Poor Lor'themar had lost another chance to make his presence known.

Kael'thas and Kael'sala headed for Tranquillien. This Dragonhawk combat unit had no Dragonhawks that could carry riders, so Kael'sala could only ride a Hawkstrider with Kael'thas.

They arrived in Tranquillien with a group of Dragonhawks.

This was Kael'thas's second visit to the small town, though calling it a village would have been just as fitting. Tranquillien stood at the central transportation hub of the Ghostlands. It alone had roads leading in every direction to the High Elf villages, and the command center for the Ghostlands was also here.

Unlike in the game, of course, Tranquillien now had a full range of buildings. There were two inns, several shops selling medicine, a blacksmith's shop, and trainers for every profession!

"Go play outside for a while..."

Kael'sala handed the Hawkstrider over to Tranquillien's mount keeper, then turned to Kael'thas. Kael'thas nodded, and Kael'sala entered the tall command post in the town center with several guards.

Before going to the Amani Catacombs, he had to complete the handover of his post and the paperwork for his appointment, as well as make some preparations for Kael'thas's mission. There was a lot to do, so it might be some time before he came out.

"Are you Prince Kael'thas?"

Kael'thas waited in boredom under the guards' protection, but before long, an aged voice called out to him.

"I am..."

Kael'thas turned and saw a mature High Elf man. A wise light shone in his eyes, making Kael'thas wonder if the voice had really come from him. "May I ask who you are?"

"I am Revil Kost, an elder of the Council of Tirisfal... Oh, perhaps you don't know what the Council of Tirisfal is, but that doesn't matter. Believe me, it is a great organization..."

The elf walked over and bent down to look at Kael'thas, making no attempt to hide his admiration. "I'm friends with your teacher Mephistes, so I've heard about you, Your Highness..."

Tirisfal? Kael'thas was stunned. How could he not know of this great organization? He had even heard the name Revil Kost long ago...

The Council of Tirisfal [Order of Tirisfal] was a secret organization founded by the High Elves in partnership with humans. It consisted of the seven most powerful mages, whose mission was to pass their power to the strongest mortal of each generation, making him the Guardian. He would secretly destroy demons and protect all of Azeroth, keeping demonic magic from corrupting the world.

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Revil Kost..."

Kael'thas hurriedly bowed. This was one of the three High Elves in the Council of Tirisfal, a mage of supreme power and noble character.

They could be said to have devoted their lives to every living being in this world, yet they could only live in obscurity, hidden in the shadows. For that alone, Kael'thas owed them his respect!

"I'm surprised you've heard of me!"

Revil Kost was surprised by Kael'thas's bow. Kael'thas acted as though he had known about him for a long time. How was that possible? Mephistes would never have volunteered information about them to his student. That stubborn racial supremacist had always considered Revil Kost and the others traitors to the High Elf kingdom.

"Of course, but what brings you here?"

"I only came home for a visit..." Revil Kost smiled. He did spend years away searching for traces of demons, and this time he had simply felt like coming back on a whim. He hadn't expected to see the future Sun King so soon.

"Hmm? You don't seem to have a weapon yet?"

He looked Kael'thas over, suddenly surprised. "Haven't you begun learning swordsmanship, Your Highness?"

"Swordsmanship? I'm already an Arcane mage!"

"That's not the point!"

The High Elf royal family's most prized treasure was a sword, and every Sun King was a master of Arcane and swordsmanship, so they had to start learning swordsmanship at a young age.

Revil Kost opened his mouth to explain to Kael'thas, but promptly closed it again. He had remembered in time that there was another "prince" at present.

"Oh, I mean, that's not a problem..."

Revil Kost gave a few awkward laughs, walked over to the blacksmith's shop, casually bought an ordinary longsword, and came back.

"Do you use pure Arcane Magic, Your Highness?"

He looked at Kael'thas as he asked.

Kael'thas shook his head. "No, I like using fire magic!"

"Haha, true to the royal family's tradition..."

Revil Kost laughed. He held the sword horizontally before him, thought for a moment, then slowly reached out and began inscribing it.

His hand glowed with the red light characteristic of flames, and he effortlessly carved some mysterious runes into the blade.

"Let me give you this runeblade..."

Revil Kost handed the sword to the stunned Kael'thas and explained, "It can increase fire damage a little. It might be of some help to you, Your Highness..."

Revil Kost was not a professional enchanter, but he could still fully enchant a low-level weapon. He had nothing else suitable to give Kael'thas as a gift upon their first meeting, and this wasn't bad.

"Shorel'aran (farewell), young prince..."

After tapping Kael'thas on the head and leaving another small gift, Revil Kost bid him farewell in high spirits.

"May I ask who the current Guardian is?"

Gripping the sword, Kael'thas hurriedly called out to him.

"You certainly know a lot..."

Revil Kost paused, then slowly walked into the portal.

"Medivh. His name is Medivh..."

Revil Kost's answer sounded in Kael'thas's mind alone, and it made his heart turn cold.

Medivh... How could it be Medivh? Had he appeared that early??

Would history still unfold that way?

That afternoon,

Kael'thas didn't set his worries aside until Kael'sala came out.

It probably won't happen...

Even if it does, I still have an older brother...

Don't I?