Rise of the blood elves

"Surrender, I will give you a double sublimation of your spirit. Accept this gift."

Amid the shrill screams, Sylvanas's soul burned.

Wisps of soul burning embers turned into pure necromantic energy under Ner'zhul's control, and converged towards Angmar along the arm. After a while, a thick cocoon of light was formed to tightly wrap Angmar. .

Perhaps it was through the Eye of Kel'Thuzad that he saw Angmar saving everyone under the Frost Nova. Perhaps it was because of the energy of the Sunwell in Kel'Thuzad's body that he felt that Angmar was different. The moment Sylvanas invaded Angmar's body, she discovered his special

Regardless of the reason, the ruler of the Scourge has taken a great interest in Angmar. In order to ensure that he can be brought under his control, he even went so far as to burn the soul of a legendary subordinate. Lost money.

But Angmar had no intention of thinking about the whole story. Even if what came to his spiritual world was just a projection of the Lich King, its spiritual power was too strong to resist.

He could only watch helplessly as the necromantic energy invaded his soul bit by bit. The coldness that pierced his heart slowly spread, and his thoughts began to freeze. After a few breaths passed, irreversible corruption had arrived, and his consciousness gradually fell into chaos. .

When he was about to fall, in a daze, he felt something on his waist get warm, and then began to pulse with a strange rhythm. As the warmth circulated, the necromantic energy that entered his body was completely dissipated.

The black cocoon of light suddenly began to expand and contract.

"Um"

Ner'zhul frowned. The change in the light cocoon was obviously something he had not expected, but his face remained calm and he still maintained his original posture. No movement was seen, but a terrifying mental wave spread. .

Just hearing a cry, the flames on Sylvanas's spiritual body became more intense, and the soul embers generated surged several times. More and more undead essence was injected into the black light cocoon, and it seemed that In this way, the mutations in the light cocoon must be suppressed.

As her soul burned rapidly, Sylvanas's screams became weaker and weaker, gradually turning into a low voice mixed with gasps.

With this support, the black light cocoon quickly suppressed the energy inside and returned to its original state. Seeing that the corruption was about to continue, suddenly, a ray of golden light suddenly penetrated the light cocoon and penetrated out, followed by a second Way, third way

"This is"

Ner'zhul was forced back several steps by the light. A look of surprise appeared on his face for the first time, and he subconsciously raised his arms to block the light.But in just a few seconds, the arm in front of his face was evaporated by the light, and his body also showed signs of dissipating.

All the necromantic energy that permeated the spiritual world of Angmar was illuminated by the golden light and disappeared as quietly as soup pouring snow.

In an extreme buzzing sound, the entire space was shaking violently.

The shadow of the Ice Crown Glacier slowly disappeared, and the space of consciousness returned to its original state again. The vortex composed of memory fragments slowly rotated. At the bottom of the vortex, in a bottomless golden pool, there was a growth. A towering tree with complex magical runes growing on its body

When the vibration subsided and the light dimmed slightly, a fiery red dagger with a wavy blade appeared between Angmar and Ner'zhul. The unknown energy formed a barrier to protect Angmar. .

Seen from a distance, the golden light emitted by the fiery red dagger projected a dark back full of corruption behind Ner'zhul.Wisps of vaporized undead energy were carried away and disappeared rapidly towards the far end.

Ner'zhul's mental projection was too weak to control Sylvanas's soul. With a "plop" sound, the Banshee King fell from the nearly invisible orc projection and fell into the golden pool. , stirring up layers of water splashes.

"Strike of Fire"

Through the brief exchange just now, Ner'zhul seemed to have noticed that the barrier constructed by the dagger was far beyond the power of a mere projection of his own to break through. He did not pay attention to Angmar at all, but took two steps forward to observe at close range. Pick up this short sword.

As the distance got closer, the orc's form dissipated faster and faster, but he ignored it completely. He brushed the surface of the Flame Strike with his still intact left hand, and then took it back to take a closer look.

"This is not the flaming strike that was cut off by Frostmourne"

Between his thick green fingers, he held a handful of golden powder. The powder contained unknown energy. It quickly melted a small hole in his finger, and then floated leisurely in the space of consciousness.

The late King Anastarian of Quel'Thalas once fought Arthas on the sea south of the island of Quel'Danas with the Flamestrike.It's a pity that this artifact passed down from generation to generation by the high elves was still defeated by the power of Frostmourne Demon Blade. It was chopped into two pieces and fell into the mortal world.

Through Arthas's senses, Ner'zhul was experiencing the battle himself.But now, the feeling of this artifact is completely different from that of the past. It even makes the Lich King, whose strength has already exceeded the limits of mortals and has experienced a lot, show a hint of shock on his face.

The orc looked up at Angmar, who had just escaped from mental control and had not yet figured out the situation. The greed and desire in his eyes were extremely strong, and he said in a cold tone: "Interesting. Blood Elf, there seems to be something hidden in you. A strange secret, interesting”

After saying that, he completely disappeared from Angmar's consciousness space.

Angmar looked at the place where the Lich King's mental projection disappeared in bewilderment. After confirming that the other party had really left his conscious space, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Azeroth's regular strength system consists of four levels from ordinary to legendary. Legend is almost the limit that mortals can reach.

This is the consensus of all intelligent races.

But for tribes such as the night elves, blood elves or the Zandalari tribe of trolls, which have ancient heritage and relatively rich knowledge reserves, they know that the beauty of this world does not stop there. On top of legends, there are More powerful demigods, even existences like Xeraki, the guardian dragon and servant of the ancient gods.

The Lich King only has the terrifying spiritual power to control millions of undead. Even though his body strength is relatively weak, he can't compete with those wilderness people who have been born according to the will of nature since Azeroth was transformed by the Titans and established order. Gods and demigods are shoulder to shoulder, but there is no problem at all.

Kel'Thuzad, Arthas, and the later frost dragon Sapphiron were all terrifying beings at the pinnacle of Azeroth, but they were all under the direct control of the Lich King, which is evident from their strong mental power.

Facing such a terrifying existence is not a pleasant experience.What's even more frightening is that he seems to have made the other person miss him completely.

Until now, Angmar is still in shock, but what makes him feel the aftermath of the disaster is that the corrupting influence left by the Lich King in his body was completely eliminated by the unknown energy in the Flame Strike.

He was in even better shape than before.

The golden energy that permeated the space of consciousness gave him a strange feeling that was familiar yet unfamiliar.

"The Well of Eternity"

Angmar floated to Flame Strike, stretched out his hand to take it in his hand, and was finally able to confirm that the transcendent magic erupting from Flame Strike came from the Well of Eternity that created the Sunwell, Azeroth. The most original magic power of Sri Lanka.

After a moment, he looked back at the "Holy Tree" standing proudly, thinking of the illusion when Flame Strike recast itself, and also thought of the figures he saw as if they came from the future during his trip to Tyr's Tomb, and he couldn't help but murmur. He murmured to himself: "The secrets hidden in me are something that even I don't understand."

After floating in the air and meditating for a while, Angmar finally turned his gaze to the golden pool at the bottom of the consciousness space. Sylvanas, who had lost consciousness, was floating in it with her eyes tightly closed, drifting along the current.