Rise of the blood elves

"Reinforcements"

Before old Mograine could react, seven or eight small blue dots appeared in the air behind Angmar, and then quickly spread into portals. Groups of blood elf mages walked out of it, headed by Idonis and others. There are more than two hundred magisters.They were all panting and in poor condition, obviously coming after a battle.

The last one to come out was Tyrann Fording.

After seeing this person clearly, Mograine, who was a little confused about the situation, immediately understood what he was saying, "Taylan you guys"

Tyran gasped for air and wiped off the mixed blood and sweat on his forehead. After breathing well, he saluted Mograine respectfully and said, "It was the blood elves who helped us out. Now, father, Captain Dathrohan is coming here with the Frostwolf orcs. Blood Elf"

He glanced at Angmar beside him with a grateful face, and continued: "The blood elves have sent a total of two thousand elite soldiers, sir."

Mograine is somewhat unbelievable. This is the Hinterlands, not Dalaran.

The blood elves had stayed out of the First and Second Wars that took place outside of Quel'Thalas, and being able to join the Dalaran coalition to fight against the Burning Legion was beyond everyone's expectations.

And their prince and all the senior officials were all missing in that battle. It can be said that their vitality was severely damaged.Mograine originally thought that the blood elves would not have the energy to participate in the subsequent battle, but he did not expect that they sent precious reinforcements.

The eliteness of the blood elf army is obvious to all, especially their mage troops.In large-scale wars, the role that mages can play is decisive.This was demonstrated as early as 800 years ago when humans and elves fought against the trolls.

Even Dalaran, which is rich in mages among the seven human kingdoms, can't compare with the blood elves in terms of number of mages.

Moreover, after the destruction of the alliance, the strongest remaining forces in the north were the blood elves and the isolated Kingdom of Gilneas.

No matter from which angle you look at it, these two countries have heritage that cannot be matched by the remnants of the coalition forces.

Although the main force of the Burning Legion has moved west, it will still be a long and arduous war to defeat the countless undead natural disasters entrenched in the wasteland of Lordaeron.Lordaeron has fallen, and most of the refugees have moved elsewhere. The rootless remains of the coalition are unable to support themselves.

In addition to the regular troops under the Knights of the Silver Hand, plus the surviving regular troops and Frostwolf orcs, there are only five or six thousand of them.

But if these two ethnic groups are willing to send troops to help, the situation will improve soon.

To a certain extent, the Silver Hand divided its forces to support the blood elves, Gilneas, and Wildhammer dwarves, and even gave up the last stronghold in the eastern Hillsbrad Hills for this purpose. In fact, it was not just out of noble ethics. It is also to convince these ethnic groups with practical actions,

After all, the fate of everyone in the north has been linked together, and extermination of the undead must be the top priority.Once the undead gain a foothold in Lordaeron, their next plan must be to invade the entire north.

At that time, there will be completed eggs under the overturned nest.

Ashbringer Mograine secretly lamented that the decision made by Tirion and Dathrohan was indeed the right one, and they actually gained such a powerful help for the coalition.

But what he didn't know was that even if the Silver Hand did not support Silvermoon City three days ago, the blood elves would still send troops to fight against the undead.

Angmar saw Mograine's expression in his eyes. He could understand the latter's mood. He nodded and smiled: "Yes, now the fifteen hundred rangers of our clan are working with the noble knights and the orcs. Come here, we should be less than three kilometers away from here. They will attack from behind the trolls to relieve the crisis in Eagle Nest Mountain. Do you still have the strength to fight?"

Hundreds of blood elves suddenly appeared in the defense line, which was quite a movement.More and more soldiers gathered around, and after hearing Angmar's words, expressions of ecstasy appeared on their faces.Especially the Wildhammer dwarves, who had been suppressed in the fortress by the trolls for three days and suffered a lot of evil.

"My lord, Anvilmar, these white-skinned people actually came to support us. Did I hear that right?"

"We are saved"

At first, the dwarves discussed it in whispers, because the high elves had always regarded them as vulgar barbarians. Although the lands of the two sides were not far apart, the relationship was not very good.The low-pitched discussion soon turned to loud conversation, with rough voices rising and falling one after another.

After a long day of fierce fighting, almost everyone of them was injured. Even the tenacity of the dwarves could not bear such fatigue.But as several loud voices realized that this was their chance to win, they cheered loudly. The joy soon infected all the compatriots and spread to the entire defense line.

"Oh, Angmar." Sarlacc Eagle Ax pushed through the dense crowd, quickly stepped forward, hugged Angmar, and said enthusiastically: "Thank you, thank you Blood Elf."

The dwarf was too enthusiastic. Although his head only reached Angmar's abdomen, the strong arms like iron hoops still squeezed the air out of his lungs.

At the beginning of the formation of the coalition, Sarlacc Eagle Ax and Angmar served as envoys of their respective tribes. The two had good tempers. After Angmar came to this world, the only time he got drunk was by this dwarf who had a terrible alcohol capacity. of.

It just looked like Sarlacc, who was surrounded by several guards and wearing obviously higher-end armor, had been promoted.

"Ambassador Sarlacc, I heard that the Wildhammer is in trouble. We cannot and cannot sit idly by." Angmar said after leaving the dwarf's iron-hooked arms.

"From now on, the blood elves will be Wildhammer's forever friends."

Sarlacc held Angmar's arm, looked at him for two seconds, then turned around and shouted with an explosive voice: "Boys, the reinforcements are here, why are you still dazed? Hurry up and prepare for battle. Get these damn things done." Trolls rush back to their homeland”

Angmar felt a thunder explode in his ears, and Sarlacc's voice drowned out all the dwarves on the defense line.

The Wildhammer dwarves were silent for two seconds, and then they cheered at the top of their lungs.

"Kill all those trolls"

"For Eagle's Nest Mountain"

Angmar originally thought that these exhausted soldiers needed to rest before they could devote themselves to the next battle that would determine the fate of the Hinterlands in a full spirit.

But now he felt that there was no need to bother. At this time, the low morale of the dwarves and paladins had returned to its peak.

Moreover, the fighter plane was fleeting. An hour ago, through Luo Ning, a quasi-legendary mage, the blood elves accurately located their location.Two thousand elite blood elf soldiers, like divine soldiers descended from heaven, suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

The amount of magic energy consumed by large portals is outrageous. Only the blood elves in the Eastern Continent who control magic sources such as the Sunwell have the ability to instantly send large numbers of troops to the battlefield.

Not only were the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Frostwolf Orcs led by Dathrohan overjoyed, but the forest trolls also had no idea that they would be caught off guard by the blood elves who came from nowhere.The battle only lasted less than an hour, and the two thousand forest trolls responsible for blocking enemy reinforcements were slaughtered, and no one could escape.

Angmar scanned the troll line hundreds of meters away, waiting in the darkness.

I'm afraid they still don't know the disastrous defeat of their compatriots in the north. When they realize this, the doomsday that awaits them will be overwhelming.

With a "sudden" sound, Quinsas appeared in the defense line and said to Angmar: "Sir, we have arrived at the rear of the battlefield."

Before the mid-level mage could finish his words, he saw the forest in the distance burst into flames, and a commotion broke out in the troll front.A leader-looking troll jumped up to a high place, waving his arms and giving orders in vague troll language. Immediately, one-third of the trolls on the front rushed towards the rear.

Seeing this, Angmar turned to look at Mograine and Sarlacc Eagle Axe, his eyes full of exploration.

Looking at the exhausted Silver Hand Paladins, their tired eyes also shone with hope, and they all cast eager glances at Supreme Commander Mograine.

Mograine first clenched his hand into a fist and placed it on his right chest. He solemnly nodded to the blood elves and thanked the blood elves. Then he raised the Ashbringer. Infused with his sacred energy, the artifact began to slowly emit a dazzling light.

This one of the strongest paladin commanders responded to his men's fighting spirit with practical actions.

"Reno, get your brother to safety."

"What not, father, I want to join the war too"

Renault nodded slightly, picked up his younger brother regardless of his objections, and walked behind the defense line.

Sarlac took off the two sharp axes from his waist, strode to the front of the defense line, and ordered: "Boys, prepare to attack."

"For the Eagle's Nest Mountain." Hundreds of extremely strong Wildhammer dwarves rushed forward and gathered around their lord, shouting and fighting fiercely.There was the sound of flapping wings from behind, and hundreds of huge gryphons flew out from the "eagle's head" of the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress, carrying the riders who controlled them, and began to circle over the valley.

"Prepare spells." Angmar signaled to Idonis and other magisters, who took orders and directed more than [-] mages to a safe spell-casting position.

"Kick them out of the Hinterlands"

The shouts resounded through the sky, deafening.After a half-day tug-of-war, the tired army of Eagle Nest Mountain burst out with extremely strong fighting spirit.

"Charge!" Mograine roared, taking the lead in climbing over the defense line and launching a charge.The Paladins and Wildhammer dwarves followed closely behind, their footsteps rumbling like an unstoppable torrent, rushing towards the dark forest below the slope.

The much-anticipated Ashbringer, like a battle flag in the darkness, leads everyone's footsteps.

Suddenly, the flame strike in Angmar's hand flashed with red light. If he noticed something, he suddenly raised his head. Thanks to the elf's excellent night vision ability, his eyes penetrated the darkness and connected with the person hundreds of meters away. A troll who was casting a shocked look at Flame Strike looked at each other.

This is a voodoo caster with a stooped figure, dressed in unusual troll costumes, and an exaggerated priest mask on his head.

The eyes behind the mask of the troll flashed with evil green light. He studied the flame strike for a long time, and finally pulled off the mask, with a cunning smile on his lips. Behind him appeared a winged virtual creature surrounded by shadows and evil energy. film.To read, please follow WeChat account: rd444