Rise of the blood elves

"How could you become like this?" Dassohan's voice was trembling, and he looked at his former teacher sadly, at a loss.

The same happened to Lafayette, who was so choked that he could not speak.

Angmar knew that what happened to Archbishop Faol was a huge blow to these two paladins.

Because Archbishop Faol is the closest thing to the Holy Light in the minds of all human believers, and is simply the representative of the Holy Light in the world. But now, he has resurrected and destroyed Lordaeron in an undead body that is completely opposite to the nature of the Holy Light. , the pillar of belief in the undead that caused countless people to suffer collapsed. How could the Holy Light let such a thing happen?

He suddenly remembered the saying "walk in darkness and serve the light."

"Rest in peace is a distant word." The muscles on Fao's face twitched, seeming to make a bitter expression, "The evil made me return from the kingdom of the dead and reappear in the body of the dead."

He stretched out his right hand full of carrion, and a ball of holy light slowly bloomed from it, "But the holy light did not abandon me. On the contrary, it guided me to find the true meaning of light in the body of the undead. Maybe this is all the holy light." As long as my faith remains devout, I will be able to spread blessings to the public again without fear of the corruption of my body. However, I will no longer be able to be in the light and will inevitably complete the mission entrusted to me by the Holy Light in the shadows. The Holy Light chose me."

Lafayette was shocked when he heard the words. He frowned and thought for a moment. When he raised his head again, his eyes were clear. It was obvious that he had gained something from Faao's words.

Dathrohan's painful expression lasted longer, but he quickly cleared up his thoughts.Which of the two has a deeper understanding of the nature of the Holy Light will be judged immediately. Compared to Lafayette, who can be called the embodiment of justice, Dathrohan is undoubtedly better at fighting. His understanding of the Holy Light is also more inclined to punish evil and promote good. shallow.

"Teacher, how can we help you?" Tirion Fordring asked.

"Let me bathe in the grace of the Holy Light. The Holy Light will weaken its power. I must devote myself wholeheartedly to fight against the whispers in my mind." Archbishop Alonsos Fao closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation after saying this. , the sacred energy around him also dissipated invisible.

Tirion and Dathrohan looked at each other, nodded slowly, walked to both sides of Faol, completely relaxed their body and mind, and began to pray to the Holy Light devoutly.

After a while, two beams of light fell from the sky, covering the entire land including Archbishop Fao, forming a holy space that was extremely eye-catching under the gray sky.

Angmar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that there was no problem.With the help of two legendary paladins, it is only a matter of time before Archbishop Faol breaks free from the Lich King's mental control.Apart from standing guard, he and Lana Thel could not do much to help.

"By the way, why hasn't Isaac come back yet?" He suddenly thought of Isaac.

Lana Seer was stunned for a moment, a look of worry appeared on her delicate face, and said: "I'll leave a warning, you go and take a look."

Without further ado, Angmar immediately got on his horse and galloped towards the Holy Light Monastery.The long-distance teleportation spell just now, and the return trip with another person, coupled with the perception spell that does not count the consumption, has already made his mana bottom out.

Mana regenerates very slowly, relying mainly on meditation and rest.Ordinary mana potions can only have the auxiliary effect of increasing the recovery speed. Potions that can instantly restore a large amount of mana are not unavailable, but they are also extremely rare, at least he has not prepared them.

He must save his last mana for emergencies, otherwise he would have been teleported long ago.

The horse galloped all the way and soon arrived at the outer perimeter of the Holy Light Monastery's defense line. From a long distance away, he could smell the pungent smell of burnt meat, mixed with the strong smell of rotten meat. It was so nauseating that he almost fainted.

The half of the sky was faintly red, presumably because the defenders used fire attacks.

The Holy Light Monastery is surrounded by mountains on three sides and is located on a vast mid-mountain platform. To the south is a steep slope with a drop of tens of meters. Only the steep slopes going up to the northwest and down to the southwest are accessible.But no matter how large the area is, it cannot accommodate tens of thousands of civilians who come to seek refuge.

Therefore, most of the civilian tents are concentrated under the steep slope to the south of the monastery and on the higher platform in the northwest, so densely packed that you can't see the edge at a glance.The northwest platform is relatively dangerous and can be defended. The pass formed by two peaks is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It can be ensured by investing less troops.

But the terrain in the south was not that good. The defenders could only rely on the undulating hills to dig trenches and use wood, abandoned building materials and various sundries to build a line of defense that was not considered safe.

Fortunately, the undead army that attacks here every time is mainly composed of weak resurrected people crawling out of the graves, and there are few regular troops of the Scourge Legion, so the defense line can survive more than a dozen battles without being broken.

Riding his horse to the top of a hill, Angmar had a panoramic view of the battlefield.I saw blazing flames burning everywhere outside the arc-shaped defense line, and even the air was distorted by the high temperature.From time to time, soldiers struggled to throw torches or shoot rockets to ignite the kindling materials that had been piled at predetermined locations.

The undead didn't seem to know what flames were, and they stupidly pushed up. In just two or three minutes, no less than four to five hundred undead were swallowed up by the flames, and the entire army was almost wiped out.

Judging by the speed of these shambling undead, it only took two hours from the beginning of the attack on the defense line to now.In such a short period of time, thousands of undead souls were almost dead.

Angmar frowned, instinctively feeling that something was wrong. If this was the case, the whole battle would be too simple.

He couldn't help but look back at the distance. Standing on the commanding heights, he had an unobstructed view of the vast land. There were very few trees blocking his view. They had long been chopped down by the defenders here to build a defense line, leaving only a tree stump.

He didn't see any shadow of the undead at all, and he didn't encounter any natural disasters along the way when he returned from the south.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, Angmar ignored the need to conserve his mana and directly cast a spell to teleport to the defense line in a short distance.

A person suddenly appeared out of thin air next to him. The soldiers on the defense line were startled and almost stabbed him through with a sword.After realizing that he was the messenger of the blood elves, he smiled innocently.

"Say hello to you, Te"

"Take me to your commander quickly," Angmar grabbed the soldier's collar and shouted.

The soldier was frightened by the ferocious Angmar, nodded hurriedly, and led the way.

The defense line is orderly, even a little leisurely.The soldiers were waiting for work with their spears in hand. Occasionally, the undead with good luck would pass through the blazing flames, and they would swarm up and smash them into sieves. There was no pressure on the defense line.

"Save your arrows, you idiot, you don't need bows and arrows to deal with these undead." An officer shouted when he saw his subordinates drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

After walking along the twisted defense line for a long time and crossing two trenches, Angmar met many soldiers running past with firewood and other kindlings in their arms. Compared to their leisurely comrades on the defense line, they were the most tired.

When they arrived at the frontline headquarters, the battle had come to an end. The soldiers began to cheer, and the sound was louder than the other.Everyone celebrated happily, having survived another "hard" battle.

"This is the easiest battle I have ever fought. Did the Scourge Legion have no troops to send? Why are they all crappy? Hahaha"

"These mindless zombies are so stupid that they just walked into the fire."

The frontline commander was a stalwart middle-aged major. He and his officers were laughing at the Scourge. When he saw Angmar coming in with a worried look on his face, he grabbed his arm and said, "Envoy Angmar, you are here at the right time. I was about to thank you, but if your entourage hadn't warned you in advance, I wouldn't have had time to prepare for this fire."

"No, Major, you must be more vigilant. The Scourge will never stop."

The major waved his hand and interrupted him, "Oh, Mr. Special Envoy, there's no need to be so tight."

But before he finished speaking, his eyes widened instantly, a mouthful of blood foamed out of his mouth, and he fell straight down.He saw an officer standing behind him, holding a bloody dagger in his hand, smiling evilly at Angmar.

Spies of the Scourge

Angmar's mana was almost exhausted, and he had no time to recite a spell, so he subconsciously cast a little trick that even a low-level apprentice could do: Arcane Thrust.

The officer seemed to have been pushed unexpectedly, staggered back several steps, and fell to the ground.

Just as Angmar was about to take this opportunity to recite a spell and cast a spell, he caught a glimpse of other people in the frontline command post. Instead of turning a blind eye to the spy who killed the major, they drew their weapons and walked toward him with ill intentions.

Seven to one, he was still a mage whose mana was nearly exhausted.

Angmar broke into a cold sweat.