Rise of the blood elves

"It's almost there. I can clearly feel it's getting closer."

The three of them galloped on horseback, and finally after rounding a hill, they saw the undead all over the mountains and plains, numbering in the tens of thousands, heading towards the Holy Light and Blood Monastery.

Angmar's heart trembled, no wonder the air was always filled with a strong smell of rotten flesh.

"Just in the undead group, the feedback I received from sensing magic is very clear." Lana Thel said with a frown.

"Are you sure it's inside?" Angmar was a little embarrassed. How could he find this?

Do you want to ask each one one by one: Hello, are you Archbishop Alonsos Fao? No, why are you biting me? Quickly open your mouth.

Although these are all the weakest resurrected ones, they seem to have been "resting" in the soil for a long time. Many of them are shriveled up and look like cannon fodder among the Scourge Legion's cannon fodder. But once they attract their attention and are besieged, Ange The three of them really couldn't bear it.

Moreover, this place is far away from the safe area and is extremely dangerous. The violent magic fluctuations are likely to attract powerful undead.

"Why are we looking for Faol?" Isaacs still had a sense of justice. "Humanity must be warned as soon as possible. A zombie tide of this scale is likely to cause huge losses."

Angmar and Lannathel turned to look at Aissas at the same time.

Isaacs was stunned and said with an unhappy face: "Why is it me again?"

He sighed heavily, turned the horse's head, clamped the horse's belly hard, and galloped towards the road.

"It's hard to imagine that they have encountered wandering undead on this scale more than a dozen times. It's a miracle that Holy Light Monastery has not been breached yet. There are too many humans gathered there, and it is too easy to attract nearby undead." Lan Nasir said worriedly.

When contacting the church's top brass yesterday, the human bishop, whose eyes could barely open, kept complaining that the ration reserves were about to run out. The military people also expressed the urgent need for armaments with bitter faces, and said that the defense line Most of the weapons in the hands of the soldiers were curled, and it took a lot of effort to kill pigs, let alone fight against natural disasters. It was thanks to the Holy Light that they could hold the line of defense during more than a dozen zombie waves.

The attitude of these people is in sharp contrast to that of the Alliance High Command, because they really need help.When he saw the blood elf envoy, regardless of whether Angmar was in charge or not, he just complained, hoping to get the blood elf's help.

But the blood elves are too busy to take care of themselves, and they really have no ability to help them now.

Angmar shook his head and said: "Although these are not regular troops of the Scourge, they are not aimless wanderers. The undead of the Scourge are all under the mental control of the Lich King. They are controlled by a certain general who conveys the Lich King's instructions. Driven."

Lannasel turned her head and looked at Angmar for a while, then smiled brightly, pursing her red lips and said: "Angemar, when you were studying at the Magic Academy, did any little girl tell you that you have a kind of Mature charm that is rare among peers”

Angmar blushed, "Well, I've never heard of this, but there are still a few girls who have written me love letters."

"Hahaha, you are so thick-skinned." Lana Seer smiled brightly, her slender shoulders trembling.

While the two were talking, a dozen undead on the edge of the team noticed them and slowly left the team and walked toward the two.The two had no choice but to prepare to move. If they killed these undead on the spot, they might attract more.

Just as he was about to turn his horse's head, Angmar suddenly noticed a maverick figure walking in the opposite direction against the undead tide among the advancing undead army.Logically speaking, he would be surrounded by his own kind, but he was not. All undead souls would involuntarily circle around him when they came near him, as if there was an invisible exclusionary stance around him.

Alonsos fao

"Look over there!" Angmar hurriedly called Lannathel. His elf vision could clearly see that it must be Archbishop Alonsos Faol. He was still wearing a church-style burial suit, which was dilapidated and decayed. look.

"That's the undead you're looking for."

"That's right," Angmar thought for a moment and then said, "Can you think of a way to teleport him out?"

"The distance is very close, it shouldn't be difficult."

After saying that, Lana Thel took out a scrap of cloth and recited a spell.The gorgeous purple light danced at her fingertips, and soon a beautiful geometric figure was intertwined.

This piece of cloth was found in the tomb of Archbishop Fao. Each creature has its own unique magical characteristics and will stick to frequently touched objects, such as clothing, for a long time.

It was through this piece of cloth that Lannathel cast a spell to sense the location of Archbishop Fa'ol, and now she will also use it to cast a spell to teleport Fa'ol, who is not far away from them.

The spell was finally constructed, and she pointed towards Faao.

Seeing a flash of purple light in the air around Faao, Lannasel was doubly surprised, increased her output, and tried again.

At the moment when the purple light representing arcane energy appeared, a dazzling holy light suddenly erupted around Faao, forming a protective shield. All the arcane energy that tried to get close to the archbishop was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was completely annihilated in the strong In divine energy.

The undead within a few dozen meters of the Archbishop were wiped out in the explosion of sacred energy, leaving the two of them dumbfounded.But the Archbishop seemed not to know what was happening around him, and still staggered forward in ignorance.

Lana Thel murmured: "How can the undead of the Holy Light use the Holy Light?"

"The undead can use the Holy Light. Being in the realm of death does not mean that they cannot use the opposite Holy Light. As long as they are pious, all living beings can summon and use it." Angmar explained.

Of course, it is not impossible to use force, just like the blood knights of later generations, he added in his heart.

Due to the limitations of the times, most people would find this incredible scene unbelievable.Because in their eyes, the undead are evil existences, diametrically opposed to the Holy Light.Only after the Forsaken forces are born and many undead priests who practice the way of Holy Light emerge, will they slowly accept the reality.

Lana Seer couldn't help but ask: "Where did you know all this?"

Angmar said perfunctorily: "The library of Dalaran."

"Impossible. I've been there much longer than you. How come I didn't find any books on whether the undead can use the Holy Light?"

"Maybe I was lucky enough to find a copy." Angmar talked to him.

Lana Seer couldn't help but shake her head, "Angemar, you know too much, you really don't look like a young man in his 20s, you really don't."

I am a time traveler, how can I not know too much?I also know the six original powers of the universe, who are the Titans, what the Lord of the Void is, and what are the main demons of the Burning Legion formed by Sargeras. Is this knowledge outside the world that others are eager to pursue?Angmar secretly thought.

Since the "smuggling" failed, the two had to ride their horses and hide behind the trees on the top of the hill, waiting for Archbishop Fao to walk out of the tide of corpses.But the steps of the undead were too slow, and the queue was too long. Half an hour later, Faao was still some distance away from the end of the queue.

"You are helping the Knights of the Silver Hand to find the exiled people, and you are also here to find the resurrected former human archbishop. Can I ask you what exactly you think?" Lana Thel asked.

"Want to hear the truth"

Lannathel nodded.

Angmar took a deep breath and said: "Because they are all worthy of trust, even if we are destined to be unable to return to the Alliance, they will be rare and valuable allies of the blood elves."

"You can gain their gratitude with this kind act. Don't forget, our reputation in the league is very bad." Lana Seer sighed.

"Of course it's more than that," Angmar said. "Do you know Tyr?"

"I know, that illusory legend. He is the Guardian of Azeroth created by the Titans, the guardian before the Aspect Dragon. He has an arm made of silver. Long before we came to Quel'Thalas in the far future, the Highborne Elves The legends about these supreme beings in the historical data are nothing more than nonsense. If you ask me to say, even those guardian dragons are not worthy of the word guardian. What were they doing when the orcs invaded, and what were they doing when the natural disasters were raging? What?" Lana'thel replied.

Angmar chuckled and said: "How can it be a legend? The guardian is real."

"What does this have to do with your plan?" Lannathel interrupted.

Angmar said: "Of course there is. Because in the tomb built by other guardians for Tyr, there are three powerful artifacts that are comparable to the Strike of Flame. One was built by Arathor, the original kingdom of mankind, with all the efforts of the country; The other was formed from the claws of the ancient gods; the third was the weapon of Guardian Tyr, given by the Titan who once created him. Later, he asked another Titan to recast it and brand it. The shape of his own silver arm as a symbol.”

"Well," Lannathel looked at Angmar with an intriguing look, "I'm really curious about where you got these secret knowledge that ordinary people can't find. Angmar, do you know, you have a certain There is a layer of fog that makes it impossible to figure it out. Whenever I think I see you clearly, I always find that you are shrouded in a mysterious veil that comes from nowhere. I lift it up layer by layer, and finally return. It’s really, really fascinating to see the beginning again and again.”

As if she realized that she had said too much, Lana Seer blushed and changed the subject: "Then, what do these fictitious artifacts have to do with your plan?"

Angmar's thoughts have long drifted back to the previous life, "The will of Archbishop Fao is so powerful that it is rarely seen in the world. No one is more suitable than him to hold the Blade of Xalatath's Dark Empire, which is transformed from the claws of the ancient gods. .Similarly, Tirion can also better utilize the power of the Silver Hand Warhammer. As for Stromka, I want to bring the clan back to fight the trolls.

I hope to win the friendship of these two legendary strongmen. Both of them are noble men who are willing to sacrifice their lives for justice. They will definitely play an extremely important role in the history of Azeroth in the future and achieve brilliant achievements that the world will notice. "

Angmar turned to look at Lana Thel with piercing eyes: "So I am helping them complete the most important change in their lives. Just imagine, when these two heroes reach the top, will they forget our kindness? Not to mention Say, the artifact I provided will be of great help to their career. Compared to this, two artifacts are nothing."

"You are so terrible." Lana Seer was a little unbelievable that these words were said by a "child" who was only 23 years old.

"If the terrible blood elves want to escape their tragic fate, they must tightly bind their own interests with the righteousness. If you are right, you will get more help, but if you are wrong, you will get less help."

"That makes sense," Lannasel interjected, "but who said this from the ancients?"

"Lu Xun."

"What's Lu Lu? What's Lu? This name is really hard to pronounce." Lana Seer found that she couldn't pronounce this name with awkward syllables at all.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, he didn't say it. As long as there is a famous saying that I don't know who said it, just treat it as him. By the way, do you want to learn this language?" Angmar suddenly felt that if there was someone who could speak Chinese and Communicating by yourself must be a very cool thing.

It has been 23 years since I came to this world, and even the language that carries my thoughts has become the local language.Whenever he thinks of the syllables and characters he once used, Angmar feels a wave of longing come over him.

He might have to go to Pandaria in the future, and the Pandaren would definitely make him feel like he was at home.

"Look, Fa'o has walked out of the group of corpses." Lannasel suddenly noticed that while the two were talking, Archbishop Alonsos Fa'o had slowly walked out of the group of corpses.She gently squeezed the horse's belly with her legs and took the lead to go down the hill.

Angmar galloped after him.