Rise of the blood elves

Medivh's arrival made the atmosphere tense in vain.

The orcs were startled by this human mage who could transform into a crow at the drop of a hat, and they all drew out their weapons and put on a defensive posture.Dozens of orc veterans who had fought in battles, followed by a group of dark spear trolls holding flying axes and throwing spears, vaguely surrounded this uninvited guest.

However, Medivh just looked around indifferently, turning a blind eye to the weapons reflecting the cold light. His eyes passed Thrall and others in turn, and finally stopped on Angmar.

"stop"

Thrall shouted loudly, stopped his men's irrational behavior, walked to Medi's tattoo, caressed his chest in greeting, and said: "You are the prophet. I have been pursuing your guidance, please give me your wisdom, so that I can lead my people out of their cursed fate."

Only then did the orcs realize that the person who came was the prophet who guided the orcs to escape westward, and they put down their meaningless guard.

The orcs respect the prophets, not to mention the prophet Medivh who saved them from destruction.

Shamans who are deeply connected to the elements have some kind of pseudo-prophetic ability.Because the elements are far more sensitive than mortals, with the help of the elements, the shaman can sense what has already happened in advance.Compared with relatively dull mortals, to a certain extent, this is just a prophetic vision, and it is difficult to compare with Medivh's prophecy.

Medivh stared at Angmar for a long time, until he felt a little embarrassed, then he looked away and answered Thrall's question: "Son of Durotan, the Burning Legion has begun their invasion again. Soon there will be a human army The immigrant team has arrived in Kalimdor, and you must lead your tribe and work with them to defeat the menacing Burning Legion."

Thrall fell into silence after hearing this. He could still remain calm, but the orcs behind him were different.Except for Drek'Thar and a few commander-level figures who were obviously very powerful, everyone else was whispering to each other, and some were even furious.

"Why humans are chasing us to this continent?"

"We have to strike first, we can't wait for them to gain a foothold or else we"

Angmar sighed secretly after hearing this. According to Medivh's "prophecy", the battle of Mount Hyjal will happen again.

Could it be that Dalaran is bound to be destroyed? Today's Magic City has made full preparations in advance and gathered the elite forces of all the tribes in the Eastern Continent. It is no longer the same.If even such a coalition cannot withstand the undead natural disaster that has not yet received the assistance of the Burning Legion, then

Who else can stop Alsace?

Once Dalaran is destroyed, it means that there will no longer be a transcendent force in the north of the eastern continent that can compete with the remaining natural disasters. The situation will be very unfavorable to the blood elves, which Angmar does not want to see.

"Grom Hellscream is the key figure to change the fate of the orcs. In addition, you also need to use the power of humans. Go to Mount Hyjal, where you will save this world in danger."

After Medivh was about to leave, Angmar hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Lord Medivh, I know why you made this prophecy. You know Sargeras and the Burning Legion. Yes, the devil's purpose is indeed It is to uproot the World Tree of Mount Hyjal and use the New Well of Eternity under it to open the portal to summon Sargeras. Indeed, only the magic power in the New Well of Eternity in this world is enough to support such a giant teleportation Door. But have you overlooked some key points?”

Medivh looked at Angmar calmly, waiting for his next words.

"The Book of Medivh and other artifacts have been transported and hidden elsewhere by us. The Scourge had to find new ways to open portals to the Twisting Void and obtain support from demons. Otherwise, with their power, it would be difficult to go alone Fighting to Mount Hyjal. I wonder if you predicted the battle of Mount Hyjal too early. After all, before that, the undead still need to spend a lot of time searching for artifacts and energy sources."

Medivh chuckled twice and stared at Angmar with his sharp eyes, as if he had penetrated his soul.

"Book of Medivh. You think that magic book that records spells that are difficult for mortals to master was written by me. Instead of calling it by this name, it is better to call it the Book of Sargeras. You think that my predictions are based on inherent knowledge." The inference is no, with your weakness, you simply cannot understand my vision. What I can tell you is that your efforts are destined to achieve nothing. On the contrary, you will let [-] people survive and retain their strength until the war. The elite soldiers who plotted to eliminate the enemy will be buried with you for your mistakes."

Medivh's tone was very cold. After saying this, he dropped Angmar, whose brows furrowed more and more deeply. He turned into a crow and soared into the sky in the black mist. He didn't even say goodbye and flew away far away.

"Don't underestimate the agency of this world. Before you have enough power, you are not worthy of talking about changing history."

Medivh's voice suddenly sounded in Angmar's heart, and it took a long time to subside.

He didn't come back to his senses until Thrall issued several orders in succession, sending people to cut down Hellscream who was leading the Warsong clan in Ashenvale, and asking Drek'Thar to return to the Eastern Continent to lead the suffering Frostwolf clan.

"Please confirm the candidate as soon as possible, I must return immediately." Angmar couldn't help but urge, he couldn't stay any longer.

Thrall looked at Drek'Thar beside him.The latter came to his side, looked into his eyes, and nodded slowly.

"My teacher Drek'Thar will return to the Eastern Continent with you. If your coalition's top priority is fighting the demons, I am willing to let the Frostwolf clan join your ranks. Thank you again for your help," Thrall said He bowed solemnly and said, "You have gained my respect, blood elf. I am the chief of the tribe: Thrall. You can also call me Go'ir."

"I am Angmar Morningstar, a blood elf from Quel'Thalas."

Angmar stretched out his right hand and clasped it tightly with the green palm that was big enough to cover his head.

The sky is filled with shouts of killing in the distance, and there are crowds of people nearby.

Antonidas, the leader of Dalaran, stood on the gate of the east wall, looking at the human army in the distance that was tightly grasped by the main force of the natural disaster.

Half an hour ago, the remnants of Lordaeron finally completed their final journey in the wind and snow, arriving ten kilometers east of Dalaran. However, the Scourge took less time to catch up with these exhausted humans.

Pursued by a terrifying number of ghouls, suture monsters, and gargoyles that almost covered the sky, Garithos could not escape from the battlefield.He could only change the rear army to the front army and organize the formation on the spot to fight with all his strength.Otherwise, once the formation is scattered and full of flaws, the remnant Lordaeron army that cannot outrun the undead will only be divided and annihilated by Arthas midway.

"Have all the men been sent out?" Antonidas asked.

Modera on the side responded: "A thousand battle mages were sent over without leaving a single one behind."

Antonidas nodded and continued to return his attention to the battlefield.Not only Dalaran, but the blood elves also sent all their forces to meet the remnants of Lordaeron. This elite force, which arrived just yesterday, frightened the well-informed Antonidas.

Especially the spellbreakers inside, he knew clearly how terrifying a deterrent they were to mages.Even a high-level epic mage will inevitably fail in the face of hordes of spellbreakers.

The humming sound of large machines could be heard in the distance. The dwarf's steam tank had already completed half of its journey and was about to join the battle group.The dwarf's aircraft also took off one after another from the recently repaired apron in the city and rushed to the front line.

Within his field of vision, which was greatly enhanced by arcane magic, the battle in the air was far more thrilling than on the ground.The manned aircraft, which can be said to be the crystallization of the wisdom of the dwarves, has powerful firepower that the gargoyles cannot match. The onboard machine guns are constantly spitting out tongues of fire. Large-caliber bullets with extremely strong kinetic energy will often tear three or four gargoyles into pieces in one blast. fragments.

However, the number of gargoyles was several times that of aircraft, and they were much more flexible. They carried the first wave of casualties and cunningly rushed into the cluster of aircraft, so that the gnomes did not dare to pour out firepower wantonly to avoid accidentally injuring friendly forces.Fortunately, the gryphon riders of the Wildhammer dwarves worked together to relieve the dwarf pilots from worries.

After observing for a moment, Antonidas ordered: "Introduce all the magic energy into the eastern barrier. Before the friendly forces withdraw, they must be extended to positions outside the city."

In a few hours at most, this battle that kicks off the offensive and defensive battle will come to an end.As long as they can retreat to the position outside the city, the remaining army of Lordaeron will be safe.

Immediately, a high-level mage passed on the order. After a while, the magic barrier, supported by energy, became increasingly rich in color and began to slowly extend outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, encompassing a large area of ​​land outside the city.

Several eyeless gargoyles ran headlong into the barrier and were annihilated into nothingness without even making a sound.

Antonidas chuckled when he saw this. This was his lifetime magic masterpiece. No undead could survive the burning of the barrier for more than a few breaths.Under the protection of the barrier, even if the enemy's forces were ten times stronger, Dalaran would not fall.

Maybe he is old, reaching the age when most of his compatriots are about to die, and he no longer has the energy of his youth. He will be slightly out of breath if he walks for a while, and his waist is no longer straight, but he is still one of the most powerful mages in the world. .

He has this confidence.

Dalaran will never fall

Suddenly, he keenly sensed that a strong necromantic energy erupted somewhere on the far ground battlefield.He couldn't help but recite a spell silently, injecting more mana into his eyes. His eyes quickly focused, the picture quickly zoomed in, and his vision became clearer.

He is a death knight wearing heavy armor.

His white hair was fluttering in the wind, covered with blood that had not yet dried up. He was holding a strange-shaped two-handed magic blade, and he was constantly harvesting the lives of human soldiers on the battlefield. It was like entering an uninhabited land, no matter who came, It was a group of soldiers, all of whom died tragically on the spot due to his indomitable sword movement.

The strong necromantic energy comes from that magic blade.

"Alsace."

Antonidas's pupils shrank, his eyes were extremely cold, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became deeper.It was this fallen prince who brought endless suffering to Lordaeron, killing his father, destroying the country, and massacring innocent people.

Just when Alsace's magic blade pointed out a ball of necromantic energy, killing more than a dozen Lordaeron soldiers in an instant, a huge fireball flew from the side, hitting him unsuspectingly from a distance. retreat.

The flames dissipated, and a tall blood elf covered in a dark cloak appeared, with three emerald green beads floating on his head and shoulders.