Rise of the blood elves

"Are you sure Tirion Fordring is nearby?"

"I'm very sure that the water bag he gave me before leaving was full. His destination cannot be too far from here."

The sun is shining in the sky, and the sunlight penetrates the haze composed of gray-brown dust and falls on the earth.It is a rare good weather. The undead are somewhat afraid or disgusted by the sun. In addition, the visibility has increased a lot, so it will be much safer to move in such weather.

Angmar roped in Lannathel and Aissas to find Lafayette together.For these two high-level epic mages, teleporting to the place where Angmar and Lafayette met last time was completely uninterrupted by slight magic network disorders.

But the three men and three riders searched for nearly half a day and found no signs of human activity.

"I really don't know what the so-called mission can do. These alliances don't look at us seriously at all." Isaacs was still thinking about the rejection he received from the alliance's high command, and he was nagging dissatisfied.

The top leaders of the alliance, headed by Garithos, vaguely excluded the three of them. There was no dedicated person to receive them, and there was no official contact.Just like the blood elf envoys who came to the alliance's high command were all beggars praying for mercy, all three of them felt naked indifference.

"Then what can we do? The prince asked us to assess the situation. Now it seems that this task can be completed quickly." Lannathel sighed and said to Angmar, "We'd better pay more attention to the relatively hidden terrain. , such as caves and the like. If a person lives in seclusion in a land where the undead are rampant, his residence will definitely be in a secluded place."

Angmar nodded and took the lead to move forward, followed closely by Lana'thel. Aethas had to follow with a grimace and came to the glade where the battle broke out that day.

Among the corpses of the undead lying on the ground, some corpses are still covered with a layer of radiant and flowing sacred energy, and there is no sign of stinking at all.Angmar caught a glimpse of a stone tablet half buried in the soil. He gently brushed away the moss on the surface and saw the words "May the Holy Light forever envelope this cemetery" written on it.

There was a dark line on his face, as if this was a cemetery, not a naturally formed forest glade at all.No wonder when I stamped my feet that day, hundreds of undead crawled out of the ground.

"Tirion is indeed one of the earliest paladins of mankind. I have rarely seen such pure holy energy. In terms of mastery of the holy light, this person is probably not inferior to the high-ranking priest Von Delor." Lan Nasir said.

At the mention of Vondelor, Angmar couldn't help but sigh.

High Priest Vondelor is Liadrin's mentor. He is one of the most powerful blood elf priests and ranks at the legendary level, but he still failed to escape Arthas's magic blade.During the defense of Quel'Thalas, many of the blood elves' top warriors died, paving the way for their future poverty and weakness.

Lannathel suddenly turned over and dismounted, picked up a severed arm of the undead on the ground, and plucked a piece of fine cloth from it.

Under Angmar's angry gaze, Lannathel walked over and pressed the piece of cloth to the hole in the back of his robe, which fit perfectly.

"Ha" Lannathel waved to Angmar with a wicked smile on her face, waving her undead severed arm.

Angmar had a black look on his face again, and he couldn't bear to look back. When he was running away, this severed arm hanging on his robe kept slapping his butt and buttocks.

"I must remind you that the task given to us by His Highness the Prince is to assess the situation and gain as much support as possible from the alliance. It is not our job to find an exiled old man." Isaacs, who had been silent, was obviously a little annoyed. Very dissatisfied with both of them.

Angmar shrugged, "Master Isaacs, you have also seen that with the attitude shown by the alliance's senior leaders, we can't do anything, so we might as well do something serious."

Lana Thel also answered: "What Angmar said is right. If we can win the favor of the Knights of the Silver Hand, it will be good for us. No matter what, it is better than staying in a tent and getting moldy."

Isaacs said angrily: "Getting down to business, what you call getting down to business is helping people find their father."

"Master Isaacs, do you think that if the Silver Hand teaches us the methods of training Paladins and the Holy Paladin magic they have developed over the years, can we form an army similar to the Silver Hands? Angmar asked.

All he was thinking about at this time was the blood knight troops of later generations.

Prince Kael'thas captured Storm Fortress, captured Muru and brought him back to Silvermoon City, and created a large number of blood knights by sipping the holy light energy from his body.The blood knights led by Liadrin were extremely powerful. Unfortunately, Muru was snatched away by the corrupted Kael'thas, and the blood knights lost their energy source.

Fortunately, in the end, with the help of Velen, the Blood Knights converted to the way of the Holy Light and were able to use the power of the Holy Light again, eventually becoming one of the most elite troops of the Blood Elves.

"You want to use persuading Tirion to return as a breakthrough to win the favor of the Silver Hand." Aesas is worthy of being a master for future generations, and he guessed his purpose at once.

Angmar nodded and said: "That's right. There are many priests in the clan who believe in the way of the Holy Light. As long as they undergo training in melee combat and slightly change their thinking about using sacred spells, they will surely become qualified paladins quickly. The most important thing is that the undead-ridden environment in the country is exactly where they can come in."

Aesas frowned and thought. He now somewhat understood why His Highness the Prince entrusted Angmar with such an important task.

"It would be effortless for a legend-level hero to hide himself. We have no other choice but to wait for him to show up." Angmar took a piece of crumpled letter paper from his arms, and it was obviously very... It has been old for some time, the paper is yellowed and the edges are frayed.

This is an autographed letter written by Lafayette to his son before he was exiled. Tailan has always kept it as a treasure.Many years later, Lafayette would rewrite this letter word for word and entrust others to bring it to his son who became a puppet of the Scarlet Crusade.

But now, Angmar wants to use the original letter to help Tailan find his father.In other words, help the Knights of the Silver Hand bring back a powerful leader.

Angmar took out Lafayette's dagger and inserted the letter into the tree trunk.Then he turned to look at Isaacs, who quickly understood what he meant. He stretched out his finger impatiently and covered the dagger and letter paper with a protective magic barrier, leaving a conspicuous mark on the tree trunk. magic runes.

"Let's go, Lord Tirion will probably notice." Angmar clapped his hands with satisfaction and continued to look at Aethas.

The hard-working Aesas sighed, and with a dark face began to cast spells to weave the portal.When he was casting the spell, Lannathel asked in confusion: "Angma, are you sure you want to go to the Holy Light and Blood Monastery?"

Angmar's thoughts drifted far away. He nodded and said softly: "Maybe we can gain an extremely powerful ally during this trip."

Alonsos Faol, or Archbishop Alonsos Faol who was resurrected from the dead, was a highly respected leader of the church during his lifetime, mastering the unparalleled power of the Holy Light, the spokesperson of the Holy Light, and the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand. The founder, the mentor of the five first-generation human paladins.

Before the natural disaster broke out, he died of natural aging and was buried south of the Holy Light and Blood Monastery.But later he was resurrected by the plague, and during a long period of time he awakened his will during his lifetime. He has been hiding in the dark as a behind-the-scenes hero, monitoring the movements of evil forces.

But Angmar doesn't know if he is resurrected now, and whether his will has awakened after his resurrection.If he had really awakened himself at the point when the Lich King was attacked by Illidan's spell and lost his power, weakening his control over the undead, this trip would have been in vain.

No matter what, you have to go to Angmar to find out.

"This kid thinks he didn't hit enough nails in Garithos, and he wants to touch the bad luck of those pedantic human priests," Isaacs muttered.

Later, the Scarlet Monastery of Holy Light.

After Arthas' "triumphant return", he led the natural disaster army to destroy the Royal City of Lordaeron. The area was filled with mourners and ruins, but not a single survivor was left.The retreating garrison, the regular army and even the second-line security forces, as well as a large number of civilians hoping to escape the war, all chose the monastery controlled by the church as the destination of their escape.

In addition to the lack of armament replenishment, the food reserves here are very considerable.So a general with the highest military rank reorganized all the defeated troops and built a defense line based on the favorable terrain near the Holy Light Scarlet Monastery to protect the civilians who came to take refuge.

Since Arthas quickly led the main force of the Scourge north to Quel'Thalas, he did not focus on this place. In addition, there were so many remnants of Lordaeron gathered here that it became the core occupied area of ​​the Scourge. A nail in the church, with the help of many powerful pastors of the church, it has survived many arduous and extremely difficult defensive battles.

At this time, two human beings on horseback followed the mountain path to Faao's Tomb, twenty kilometers south of the monastery, and got off their horses.

"Cooper, give me the holy water." The old man dressed as a priest said.

Another young man wearing Lordaeron's standard armor placed the heavy backpack on the ground, took out several exquisite crystals from it, and handed them to the old man.

The old man took the crystal, unplugged it with a pop, and splashed it as he walked.The liquid in the bottle shone with a golden brilliance, and made a "squeaking" sound as soon as it touched the ground. The gray earth instantly returned to its original color, which was in sharp contrast with the gray and corrupted soil around it.

The old man spent four or five times with holy water before drawing a circle around the perimeter of the cemetery and slightly purifying the nearby land.

According to the archbishop's last words to keep everything simple, his tomb was not luxurious, and even a little shabby.The archbishop's statue stands alone in the mountains, surrounded by a black iron fence that surrounds a small cemetery of more than ten square meters.

This is the entire tomb of Alonsos Faol, the Archbishop of the Church of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Lord Laman, do you have to use so much holy water every time?" Cooper couldn't help but ask, "Holy water is so precious, wouldn't it be better to save more and give it to the soldiers on the front line?"

Old Laman said gently: "Child, Master Fa'ao is the spiritual leader of all of us. I guess you don't want to see his resting place corrupted by the plague, or even his bones desecrated by natural disasters."

Cooper waved his hand hurriedly: "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect."

"It's okay, kid." Old Raman smiled generously, opened the rusty fence gate and walked inside, "Come on, give me some more holy water, and I want it inside too."

The old man's movements suddenly froze, as if he had seen some incredible sight. He pointed his trembling fingers into the cemetery, his lips were trembling, and he could not utter even a single word.

Cooper hurriedly rushed forward, but the scene inside also shocked him. The tomb of Archbishop Alonsos was empty. The archbishop's body was stolen.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance, and Cooper quickly drew his sword and got into a fighting stance.When he discovered that the visitors were three blood elves, two men and one woman, he breathed a sigh of relief and took back his weapon.

He recognized these blood elves. They arrived at the monastery at noon yesterday and were the envoys of the blood elves.

When the blood elves were in contact with a group of bishops and military leaders, Cooper listened to the entire process as a follower of High Priest Laman.He felt that the leader, a young blood elf named Angmar, was different from his arrogant compatriots and was here to help them sincerely.

But all he promised were illusory things, saying that he would be able to find a large number of ships to rescue them, and asked them to be prepared to cross the northwest mountains and go to the coast to wait for rescue.

Cooper felt that this was simply impossible.Who would risk being hit by a natural disaster to rescue refugees unless they are a fool.

In his puzzled eyes, the blood elf named Angmar dismounted, nodded to him, and quickly walked to Alonsus's tomb to check it out.

After a while, the blood elf said to the companion behind him: "The unearthed soil is still new, Ms. Lannathel, can you find the Archbishop through the remaining magical characteristics?"

The blood elf seemed to realize something, looked up at Cooper and Laman, and changed his words: "Have you found the Archbishop's body?"

The female blood elf with a delicate face and graceful figure was a little unhappy: "It should be okay. I have said it many times, don't call me ma'am."

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As soon as he saw this female blood elf, Cooper's heart beat wildly.

The mature charm revealed inadvertently, the alluring beauty exuding in every move, it is simply

Just like Cooper's dream girl

No, Cooper thinks she is a hundred times more beautiful than all his dream lovers put together.

From then on, Cooper's only dream lover was this female blood elf, including Eva, the eldest daughter of farmer William's family, Lisa, the apprentice of Old Pike in the tailor shop, Madeleine, Lord Laman's youngest apprentice, and so on. The status of seven or eight women also plummeted.

Cooper's eyes were fixed on the female blood elf. He watched her walk to the tomb with graceful steps, stretched out her slender hand to twist a handful of soil, and then nodded gently towards the leading blood elf.

Lana Thel, Lana Thel.

Cooper's heart melted as he silently recited the female blood elf's name.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his head. When he looked back, Lord Laman, who was full of anger, was preparing for the second blow. He hurriedly wiped away his saliva and never dared to look at the female blood elf again.

"Miss Blood Elf, what is the result of the spell casting investigation?" Old Laman asked.

Lannathel looked at Angmar and said hesitantly: "I've found it. It's not far from us."

Old Raman's face was filled with joy and he said hurriedly: "Without further ado, let's set off immediately. These despicable thieves actually dare to take advantage of the archbishop's body."

Angmar shook his head and said quietly: "No, Mr. Pastor, you won't want to see what is about to happen."

After saying that, the three blood elves disappeared in the light of arcane magic, leaving the stunned old Raman at a loss.

Old Raman turned around and found that Cooper was looking at the place where the female blood elf disappeared, with dull eyes and a silly smile on his lips, so the old priest couldn't help but shuddered again.