Rise of the blood elves

After walking along the road for a long time, Angmar encountered many wandering resurrectors, but they were all weak and slow-moving undead, and he got rid of them all.

Groups of gargoyles often flew through the air, and at this time, Angmar had to hide in the woods on the roadside to avoid being discovered and attacked.

Gargoyles are the main force of the Scourge's air force and are created using very advanced psychic techniques.Its aerial combat ability is comparable to that of a griffon, and when injured, it can turn into a stone statue and regain its strength.Due to their flight advantages, they will also undertake part of the reconnaissance work.

And now that the gargoyles are scouting the Andorhal area so intensively, it means that the main force of natural disasters led by Arthas is not far away.

Considering the supply and baggage issues, as well as the need for adequate rest, it would take about two months for a large army to march from the southern border of Quel'Thalas to the Andorhal region.On rainy days and the roads are muddy, the time will be greatly extended.

But the undead need neither rest nor food.This eliminates the most arduous task of supplying food and grass in logistics and greatly increases the marching speed.

It only took less than a week for the main force of the natural disaster under Alsace to complete the 1000-kilometer advance from the southern border of Quel'Thalas to the middle of Silvermoon City.In the end, they fought a beautiful blitzkrieg, leveled Silvermoon City, used the Sunwell to resurrect Kel'Thuzad, and left.

Of course, most of the reasons for this are due to the high elves being too arrogant. They did not expect that the "Bannanor" barrier would be ineffective due to the betrayal of the traitors. They did not have time to prepare for the war and took advantage of the danger to meet the enemy along the way. The enemy was approaching the city. .

However, it only takes 6 or 7 days to travel 1000 kilometers. Even if you react, there will not be enough time to make complete preparations.

Today's Azeroth is not like later generations. After experiencing the baptism of disasters and wars, it has developed many technical means for use in war.

Take the current human race as an example. Construction machinery that consumes resources but has endless uses is far from common in the Alliance army; strategic and tactical thinking is still stuck in the two wars with the orcs; Dalaran's magic research has basically not been applied. Achievements in the field of large-scale warfare, such as an improved super-large portal that can be used by thousands or even ten thousand people.

This creates a rather embarrassing situation: the Scourge is too invincible.

Not only were there a lot of cannon fodder, but the marching speed was extremely fast, the transmission of information took zero time, and the command and dispatch were as one.

How to fight this kind of battle?

Angmar knew that although the Alliance army still occupied Hearthglen, the Holy Light's Hope Chapel area and the Holy Light Scarlet Monastery area, Arthas would not waste his energy in these places at all.

He has only one purpose: to break into Dalaran, take out the Book of Medivh, open the portal to the Twisting Nether, and welcome the arrival of their master, the Burning Legion.

Although the Lich King has a backbone behind his helmet, the Burning Legion has not experienced the defeat of Mount Hyjal yet, and he does not dare to go it alone now.

Calculating the time, Alsace is no more than a month and a half away from Dalaran.

Night fell, the clouds were thick, and there was no starlight to be seen.Everything as far as the eye can see is pitch black, and the darkness is like a beast that chooses to devour people, which makes people shudder.

After walking for a while, Angmar was surprised to find that the magic network here had become much more stable. If he walked further, he should be able to use the teleportation spell.

But Mirada stiffened her neck and refused to move no matter what.

Angmar really didn't want to spend the night in the wilderness, and was just thinking about how to appease Tirion's mount. Suddenly there was a soft "pop" sound beside him, and a blue magical light shone in the air, and a tall and concave figure appeared. .

"How did you find Lana'thel?"

"hiss"

Lannathel suddenly appeared, and did not do anything to Angmar. Instead, Mirada was frightened. She raised her front legs high and almost dropped him.

With a "pop" sound, the old girth of the saddle broke, and Angmar's entire flower came off, leaving him lying on the ground.Mirada immediately turned around and ran towards the road she came from, and disappeared after a while.

Lannathel laughed mockingly and stretched out her hand to pull Angmar up.

"It's not easy to find you. Where did you get the horse?"

Angmar dusted off the dirt on his body and said, "I met an old hermit by chance and he lent it to me."

"It's really a blessing to be able to live in seclusion in a wilderness filled with undead." Lannathel said while casting a spell to weave the portal. "Let's go quickly. The Alliance military is holding a combat meeting. It's best for us to attend."

Angmar couldn't help but wonder, how did Lannathel locate him?

At the same time, the Alliance High Command.

In the large tent of the command post, a group of high-ranking military officials were standing out.

Grand Marshal Garithus stood behind a square table with a sand table. The seats in front of the table were arranged in two rows. On the left side sat three senior members of the Knights of the Silver Hand: Acting Commander Saidan Dathrohan, and the recently famous Ashbringer Alexandros Mograine, High Priest Elyson.

Behind the seats stood a group of important figures from the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Alfred Abedis, Commander of the Conventional Forces.

One-eyed Baron Maxwell Tyrosus.

Behind the two are the younger generation of paladins including Tyrann Fordring, Renault Mograine and others.

The seats on the right were occupied by two Alliance generals, the last one being Dalaran liaison officer Ronin.Standing behind the seats were some senior officers and several Dalaran mages.

Aesas, who attended the meeting in place of Angmar, stood at the back of the crowd and did not get a seat.

"The gryphon rider has gone and never returned, and the mage's detection spells are not very good. We are like blind people. Apart from knowing that Arthas is coming menacingly, we know nothing about the rest. Even the communications with the frontline strategic strongholds have been blocked. Completely cut off, how can I fight this battle?" Grand Marshal Garithos sighed heavily, feeling very helpless.

Luo Ning, who was sitting at the bottom, said: "Generalissimo, we deduce that the chaos caused by the explosion of the Sunwell will not subside until at least next week. At present, our detection spells can only roughly explore the Andorhal area. The Sodoril River would be seriously disturbed.”

Garithos slapped the table and cursed fiercely: "Damn high elf"

Isaacs in the crowd narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and the senior officers standing next to him felt a little embarrassed and moved uncomfortably.

Everyone present knew that in addition to being very prejudiced against the high elves and blood elves, this generalissimo who was appointed in critical situations was still very talented.

As soon as the main force of the Scourge left Lordaeron and headed north to attack Quel'Thalas, he quickly reorganized the previously defeated Lordaeron army, turned the tide, and recovered the ruins of Andorhal.

He also used this place as an advance base to form a joint defense with Hearthglen and the Scarlet Monastery area of ​​Holy Light. If it weren't for the large number of undead in the King of Lordaeron area to the west, he even wanted to move the army to the Sodorir River, along the He set up a defense line to fight against the returning Alsace.

Everyone present knew that in addition to being very prejudiced against the high elves and blood elves, this generalissimo who was appointed in critical situations was still very talented.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, and footsteps suddenly sounded outside the tent. Soon, two blood elves, a man and a woman, came in behind the curtain, breaking the silence.

The young blood elf at the head said apologetically: "Sorry, there is a slight error in the teleportation spell."