Rise of the blood elves

up, down, up, down

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and Angmar felt that the whole world was rising and falling rapidly.

His almost stagnant mind began to work, and he remembered the last memory before he fell into coma.

A sudden space crack swallowed him up.

"Am I dead?" he asked himself.Space cracks are extremely dangerous. Once sucked into them, no one knows where they will appear.It may be any corner of the world, or it may be the lifeless space of the universe, dying in coldness and suffocation.

The gradual recovery of physical consciousness dispelled the doubts in his heart.

There was a tight feeling on my waist and back, and something hurt my chest and abdomen.He found that he seemed to be tied tightly to some big guy with a rope, and he could hardly breathe.The feeling of the world rising and falling is because the big guy is running fast, and his weak limbs are trembling with the rhythm, like a puppet.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his limp body made no response.

"Where am I, whose back am I on?" A series of questions came to his mind, and he suddenly felt the wind blowing, which also contained a unique salty and wet smell of the sea.

Sea breeze?

He felt cold again, but there was always a warm energy flowing in his body.It not only dispelled the cold, but also awakened the vitality that seemed to have been dormant for centuries, allowing his strength to be restored bit by bit.

Holy light

Angmar immediately recognized that someone was using sacred magic to heal himself.The unique fluctuations of the sacred energy and the extremely comfortable feeling given back to the senses are unique.

His hearing is gradually recovering, and the big guy carrying him is breathing long and rhythmically.The big guy's body is in a depressed shape that is completely unfavorable for running, and his arms do not swing with the steps. The wide and thick back and the muscular arms create a comfortable surface. Angma is very comfortable on it, but the rope is a bit tight. , and the body odor is still a bit strong.

Angmar noticed the good-natured treatment of the big guy. He adopted this very awkward posture in order to make himself feel better on his back.

At least this meant that whoever found him probably had no evil intentions.

There were sounds of footsteps stepping on the soft grass all around. It seemed that there were more than one person. In addition to the kind-hearted guy carrying him, there were about two or three others.

One of them was wearing heavy armor, and Angmar heard a tooth-itching scraping sound at the joints of the armor.The other person's steps were much lighter, but not as light as a woman's. He should be a very light man.

"We'll be there soon." A young voice said, coming from the "Heavy Armor" side.

Common language, male, and with a Lordaeron accent

Angmar felt happy and had a rough judgment on his situation.

Combining various sensory clues, if the prediction was correct, he felt that he should be located in the coastal area of ​​the northern part of the Eastern Continent.

Not Tirisfal Glades, not Silverpine Forest, not Stratholme.Those three places are colder than here.

It should still be in Hillsbrad Foothills.

What luck, Angmar thought to himself. Not only was he not torn apart by the power of space, but he was also rescued.

A strong worry suddenly arose in my heart.

What's going on in Dalaran? Prince Kael'thas? Where are the blood elves' most powerful legendary mages? Have they escaped?

Angmar could not imagine what kind of turmoil would happen to the blood elves who lost their prince and a group of important magisters.

After about 5 minutes, the speed of the big guy slowed down, and Angmar was brought into a humid and quiet space. His footsteps began to echo, and it seemed to be a cave.

After walking unsteadily for a long time, I finally heard human voices.

"Archbishop, you are back another survivor"

"The blood elf is Angmar. How is he seriously injured?"

"It's nothing serious. The Archbishop has checked it out. There is no external injury. He is just a little exhausted. He will recover in three to five days."

"That's good, I'll inform the leader right away. By the way, hurry up and bring this news to the blood elves. Lias and the others will be very happy when they find out."

After just a few words of conversation, Angmar heard several familiar names and titles.Archbishop, Head of Mission, Lias

Archbishop refers to Archbishop Alonsos. Didn’t he conquer the artifact Xalatas in North County Monastery? He is back.

As for the last two names, I think that the main members of the Silver Hand led by Dathrohan and Tirion did not catch up with the battle of Dalaran.Captain Lias's four squadrons of spellbreakers also did the same for escorting Gilneas refugees.

Could it be that they have reunited? In this case, the orcs, or the Frostwolf clan, who have been staying with the Silver Hand and promised to join hands to fight against the Burning Legion, should also appear here.

Angmar suddenly felt hope again.If this is the case, for the northern region where the coalition forces of all races have suffered a sudden defeat and even Dalaran has been destroyed, they will be the last force to fight against the Scourge.

Sure enough, the big guy carrying him said in a less fluent Common Tongue: "We didn't see any undead on the way back. They have all returned to Tirisfal Glades and seem to have no intention of invading Hillsbrad. "

It turns out the big guy is an orc, no wonder he smells so wild.

Soon someone was busy taking Angmar off the orc's back and carrying him onto a stretcher.He led him through the cave for a long time, during which time his ears were filled with the sounds of noisy conversations and the beeping sound of a burning fire.Some people are also discussing the details of defense rotations, some are expressing their concerns about supply losses, or how many survivors of the Battle of Dalaran were found outside today.

The survivors said that Dalaran was indeed destroyed.

Eventually he was lifted onto a plank covered with hay.The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and many people walked in. Someone said excitedly: "It's really Mr. Angmar who is shining brightly, thank you."

"We found him over there on the coast."

"Lord Angmar" Several familiar voices rang in his ears, and they gathered around him and started calling his name.

Inside were Spellbreaker Captain Lias, and Quinsath.

Angmar wanted to ask if the prince was safe, but he couldn't open his eyes or even move his fingers.

"Is Lord Angmar seriously injured?"

"It's just collapse. I've done preliminary treatment. You can feed him some water now." A hoarse voice said.

Then Angmar felt someone hugging his neck, and the right side of his face happened to be pressed against two soft objects. It was really soft.It seems to be a woman

Slender fingers gently pinched his lips, and there was a ring-shaped thing pushing against it, which seemed to be a water bag, and then

哗

All the water went into his mouth.

The feeling of suffocation came suddenly. Angmar was choked so much that he almost lost his breath. He sat up suddenly, coughing and spraying water.

This is not feeding water at all, this is killing someone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the clear female voice apologized as she stood up, obviously feeling guilty.

As a result, Angmar's back lost support and the back of his head hit the wooden board with a "bang" sound.

He couldn't stop coughing, and little stars appeared in front of his eyes. Angmar was miserable.No matter what, he finally woke up. It took him a while before he opened his eyes.

The bright light was dazzling. He tried his best to turn his neck and squinted his eyes for a while to adjust before he could clearly see the scene in front of him.This is a cave with mining shovels and pickaxes stacked in the corner, as well as several mine carts with missing wheels, covered with dust and cobwebs.

This is a recently abandoned mine.

The fire pit in the cave radiated warm heat, and a large group of people gathered around their "hospital bed".

Drek'Thar, the blind seer of the Frostwolf Clan.

Saidan Dathrohan and Tirion Fordring of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Archbishop Alonsus Faol who returned to the world in the form of an undead.

Lord Darius Crowley, leader of the Gilnean refugees.

Captain Lias, the leader of the Blood Elf Spellbreaker Squadron, as well as Quinthus, Ellondan, and the freckle-faced Olothalia who all admired him so much. It seemed that she was the culprit who almost choked Angmar to death. The culprit wrung his hands together tightly, with a guilty smile on his face.

"The Archbishop found you at the seaside," Dathrohan said. "This is the Jasper Mine, the last refuge for survivors of the coalition forces."

Angmar blinked in response, looked across the crowd, and searched behind them, but did not find the person he was looking for.

"Where is Your Highness the Prince?" he asked angrily.

Quinsas looked at the other blood elves and hesitated to speak.

"Sorry, Lord Angmar, we have searched almost the entire Hillsbrad Hills. In half a month, you are the fourth survivor of our race we have found." Captain Lias answered his question .

Angmar closed her eyes in pain, and the worst ending happened.

He knew that the blood elves, who had lost their leader, once again fell into despair.