Rise of the blood elves

By the standards of the undead, Archbishop Fao's body is still relatively well preserved.There was no obvious damage to the limbs, but they were just a little dry and rotten, and there were even bone tips sticking out in some places.He was wearing burial clothes, but they were in pieces from being buried underground for so long.

At this time, Archbishop Fao was walking forward with a staggering pace, step by step.Angmar didn't expect that he would be resurrected at this point in time, which was an unexpected surprise.But the tragedy is that Faao seems to have not awakened his own will.

The two looked at him from a distance, and Lannathel couldn't help but ask: "Has he really escaped the control of the Lich King?"

"I can't tell," Angmar hesitated for a while, but finally made up his mind, got off his horse and walked towards Fa'o, "You stay here, I'll go over and take a look."

Seeing Angmar walking towards him, Faao didn't react at all, his eyes were dull.It wasn't until Angmar tentatively waved his hand in front of his eyes that he stopped and slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes showing a thoughtful look.

"Elf"'s broken vocal cords trembled and made an extremely hoarse sound, like a broken gong.

Angmar felt happy, this was obviously a sign of having self-will.

"The enemy is the master, not the enemy." Faao frowned, and the exposed muscle fibers on his face tensed and relaxed.His trembling hands were constantly raised, ready to pounce, but then he struggled to put them down; his eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic, as if he was going through a fierce psychological struggle.

Angmar's heart trembled. It seemed that Faol had not completely gotten rid of the Lich King's mental control.

"Archbishop, you must resist it," he said as he backed away. Faao was a legendary strongman during his lifetime. If he failed to control himself, he could be killed or injured by an accident, so he must be treated with caution.

Worried about Angmar's safety, Lana'thel flashed to his side and quickly cast a spell to summon a magic shield.

"Resisting" Faol was like a traveler wandering in the darkness who suddenly saw the light. His eyes burst out with strong desire, and he walked towards Angmar tremblingly.

"Help me, cough." Fa'ao suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of rotten fluid and fell to the ground. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and he was breathing heavily. Through his sparse sternum, you could still see his withered and blackened lungs. The expansion and contraction are shocking.

Angmar and Lannathel looked at each other, their eyes full of worry.Both of them are mages, and they may have a lot of research on illusion spells, but those are spells that deceive the senses and do not involve the mental level at all.

When faced with the problem at hand, neither of them was able to do anything.

"What should I do?" Lannathel asked worriedly. She had subconsciously regarded Angmar as her backbone.

Before Angmar could answer, Faol suddenly roared, and a holy light as thin as a bucket fell from the sky, shining on himself with immense power.

The magic shield suddenly burst, and Angmar was pushed far away by the huge force in an instant. Lannathel also became unstable and kept retreating.

When the strong light dissipated, the two men raised their heads and saw Archbishop Fao kneeling on the ground as if he was out of strength. A large number of exposed muscle fibers and rotten flesh were burned away by the holy light, revealing the white bones, and the already weak and thin body. It shrank again, making the two of them tremble with fear.

He's too harsh on himself.

Archbishop Fao raised his head. Although his movements were a little sluggish, they were much smoother than before. His eyes were clear, and it seemed that he had regained some of his sanity under the illumination of the holy light.He said tiredly: "Thank you. But the whisper in my head has not yet dissipated. I need help, elf."

"Archbishop, how can we help you?" Angmar asked.

"Holy light, shadow, only the original power of the unity of opposites can free me from the control of the dark whispers," Archbishop Fao said feebly, but his words were more like a riddle than any guidance.

Lannathel immediately said: "I will go find the Knights of the Silver Hand right away."

"Wait a minute." Faao weakly raised a hand to stop her, "The world-recognized representative of the Holy Light has become the lackey of the Lich King. Yes, I know it, the lackey of the Burning Legion, and the former orc. I briefly read the shaman Ner'zhul's thoughts and knew everything that happened in Lordaeron. I cannot tell the public about my resurrection. Perhaps the faith of devout believers is not afraid of challenges, but the faith of simple believers is not. This will lead to questioning the blessings of the Holy Light. When disaster strikes, no one can bear the consequences of the collapse of faith, otherwise the illusion that the Lich King is invincible will be deeply rooted in people's hearts. Find my disciples, only they can accept it Everything that happened to me and was able to help me.”

After Fa'o finished speaking, he took out a rusty holy symbol from his arms, and his palm began to emit a warm and holy light. After a moment, the holy symbol was covered with a layer of unusually condensed golden light.

"Bring my tokens to my disciples, I won't be able to hold on much longer."

Angmar took over the golden Holy Emblem, feeling a little bitter in his heart. Of the old man's most proud disciples, only two of them were dead. Saidanda Sohan, who was the temporary acting leader, and the exiled Fording.

No, it should be said to be three, but Turalyon is already deep in Outland. Perhaps at this point in time, he and his lover Alleria have joined the Holy Light under the guidance of Zera, the Mother of Light. Legion, and have been fighting in the twisted void of time for hundreds of years.

"I'll go find Tirion. You go to the Silver Hand and go directly to their leader Sedan Dathrohan. Don't tell anyone else about Master Faol's resurrection." Angmar used his hand to force the Holy Emblem. Break it in half, give half to Lana Seel, and put the other half in her arms.

Lana Thel nodded solemnly, activated the spell and teleported away.

At the last moment of activating the teleportation spell, Angmar heard Archbishop Alonsos Faol sigh quietly.I am afraid that this old man has guessed the death of his most beloved disciple Uther through Angmar's words.

The sky was once again shrouded in clouds, gray-brown haze was everywhere, and there was a strange morbidity from the inside out.When the gray-brown powder is inhaled into the respiratory tract, it makes the lungs feel like they are on fire, as if they had just finished a long-distance run of dozens of kilometers.

Angmar once again came to the forest cemetery where he met Tirion, but he found that the dagger and letter inserted in the diseased tree were missing, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

A few days later, the chaos in the magic network had almost subsided. He hurriedly cast his perception magic, absorbing the active arcane energy in the magic network like a long whale absorbing water, to power the spell.

Now, any movement within a radius of tens of meters cannot escape his perception, even the sound of a needle dropping is like a bolt from the blue.The gentle breeze turned into a howling wind, blowing on the body, giving the illusion of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts; the occasional unconscious moans of wandering zombies also turned into deafening roars.

This is a rather wonderful feeling, all senses are amplified to the limit, giving people the illusion of omniscience and omnipotence.

But this was far from enough. Angma's power output increased, and the range of perception expanded rapidly, but the accuracy continued to decrease. He could no longer distinguish whether something was a moving undead or a rock.

Suddenly, a humanoid object emitting golden warm energy entered his range of perception, as conspicuous as a beacon in the darkness.Angmar immediately judged that the unique energy fluctuation was the controller of the Holy Light who would appear here. Who else could be there besides Lafayette?

Lafayette, you finally no longer hide yourself

In the ecstasy of his heart, Angmar interrupted his perception spell, estimated the distance, then chanted a spell and cast a short-distance teleportation spell, and appeared next to the "holy light".

I saw that Lafayette was still wearing the worn leather armor, and there were some black blood and dirt on his cloak.He was holding a warhammer in his hand and was slightly out of breath. There were undead lying on the ground around him, no less than forty or fifty, all of them were ghouls who were the backbone of the Scourge Legion.

It looked like Lafayette had just been through a battle.

Well, Angmar thought bitterly, it turns out that Lafayette did not intentionally release the power of the Holy Light and was discovered by him, but happened to be using sacred magic, and then he appeared within his range of perception.

Seeing Angmar suddenly appear beside him, Lafayette was startled, but soon said helplessly: "My child, you sent me the letter I wrote to Tailan. I must be grateful for your action. But You can't understand my difficulties, I can't go back, and what you do will only make Tailan miserable."

"Lord Tirion, this is not the purpose of my trip." Angmar reached out to interrupt Lafayette's words, directly took out the Holy Emblem of Archbishop Faol from his arms and threw it over, "You should be able to identify the Holy Emblem on it. To whom does the power of light belong?”

Tirion held the Holy Emblem, the disbelief on his face gradually turned into shock, "This, this is no, this is impossible."

"Archbishop Fao was resurrected by the plague. He had an independent will during his lifetime, but he could not escape the mental control of the Lich King. Without further ado, you must come with me immediately," Angmar said quickly.

Tirion reacted for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked directly into Angmar's eyes, as if he wanted to find any clues that the latter was using clever words to deceive him.But Angmar's eyes were extremely firm and anxious, and the Holy Emblem in his hand that contained Lord Faao's unique holy light characteristics was real, so he couldn't help but believe it.

"Let's go." Tirion nodded firmly to Angmar.

When Angmar took Lafayette through the portal and returned to Archbishop Fao, he happened to meet Lana Thel and Sedan Dathrohan who had just arrived.

Lafayette and Dasohan looked at each other, and various complex emotions appeared on the faces of the two old friends. There was the joy of meeting again after a long separation, and sometimes the emotion of the passing of time, mixed with a trace of regret and sadness.

Without saying anything, the two paladins nodded slightly and turned their eyes to the old undead who sealed himself in heavy holy light.

"Apprentices" Fa'ao twitched the corners of his mouth, and the smile that bloomed on the undead face with exposed muscle fibers and even through the damaged skin could vaguely see the withered gums and pus-filled mouth should have been extremely terrifying, but it made people feel...

The illusion of spring breeze.

The image of a kind and philanthropic old man, a highly respected archbishop who is committed to spreading the way of the Holy Light to all civilians and making them enjoy blessings, is about to emerge, almost covering up the ugly undead body.

Holy light is really all-encompassing.

"Teacher." Dathrohan and Tirion, already with tears streaming down their faces, kneeled down on one knee and called softly.