Rise of the blood elves

When Angmar returned to the temporary camp of the coalition forces, the flames of the firewood tower where thousands of heroic souls were cremated were almost extinguished. A black smoke column reaching into the sky almost blocked the daylight, filling the air with a pungent burnt smell.

In one day, the soldiers simply whittled the remaining logs into tombstones, carved the names of the fallen on them, and erected them on the highest hill in the center of the battlefield.The tombstones are layered from bottom to top, covering the hills.

Even though their mana has long been exhausted, the mages still tried their best to permanently solidify some simple protective spells around the Forest of Steles to prevent animals or wandering undead from damaging the tombstones and disturbing these heroic spirits.

At the highest point of the forest of hilly monuments, there is a high tower made of rubble and weapons and armor of various races. On the top of the tower, there is a combination of the Blood Elf Flame Eagle emblem, the Frost Wolf emblem, the Silver Hand emblem and the Barbarian emblem. The coalition flag with the emblem of the dwarf gryphon fluttered in the wind, announcing to those who came after that a tragic war had taken place here. Nearly ten thousand soldiers of all races united for a common goal, and died gloriously for glory and justice. this land.

Genn Greymane promised that when this land is completely recovered, the Kingdom of Gilneas will fund the construction of a monument here to commemorate these dead.

The victims should not be forgotten, and their heroic deeds will be remembered by future generations forever.Perhaps many years later, the haze of natural disasters will finally be driven away, and the dark Silver Pine Forest will once again become a paradise of birds singing and fragrant flowers. When nearby settlements are rebuilt one by one, the civilians who are reclaiming land in the forest will point to this forest of steles. Thank you to these heroes for bringing you a peaceful and happy life.

Luo Ning and his wife stood in front of the hilly forest of steles for a long time. Looking at the forest of steles, Angmar couldn't help but frown.

Although today's battle ended in victory, the war is far from over.Not only in the Royal Capital of Lordaeron, but also in the vast land of Lordaeron, there are still a terrifying number of undead from natural disasters remaining.

Perhaps this battle is just a turning point in the entire war. The war to regain the north will continue for a long time.

"Let's go." Ronin said, leading a worried Vereesa in front.

When he walked into the hastily established temporary camp, Angmar saw that the soldiers were busy arranging their armaments.Some of the soldiers on both sides of the road were tying up their weapons, while others were seizing the opportunity to stuff dry food into their mouths with their muddy hands.

The dead have passed away, but we still remember them, and the war will continue.

Maybe some people envy those who died in war.

For these veterans of Lordaeron who have been fighting the undead for a year, death is not terrible. What is terrible is being resurrected by natural disasters after death and taking up arms against those former comrades who fought with the same beliefs as themselves.

at least

These cremated victims were spared such a fate.

Carriages sent by the Gilneans were parked on the side of the road. Under the guidance of the officers, soldiers carried bundles of arrows, spare weapons and boxes of rations and placed them on them. The whole camp was a bustling scene.

Before leaving the camp, Angmar learned that the coalition forces were preparing to temporarily withdraw into the Greymane Wall and rest for two to three days in the relative safety of Gilneas.

According to the original plan, the coalition forces would closely monitor the movements of the Scourge during this period and use this as a basis to formulate the next action plan.Whether they captured the ruins of Dalaran and Amber Mill in advance to build a defense line before the opponent's troops moved from the capital of Lordaeron, or whether they relied on supplies sent by sea to slowly build up the plan, there is no definite answer yet. In conclusion, after all, even if the elites suffer heavy losses due to natural disasters, the remaining conventional troops are still a daunting number. The error tolerance of any strategic decision-making has been compressed to the extreme, and there is no room for error.

The fleet that earlier set off from Quel'Thalas will soon arrive at the deserted Southsea Town.The natural deep-water port there will become an important transit point for the coalition forces to receive important logistical supplies, regain the Hillsbrad Hills, and even use it as a basis to counterattack Lordaeron.

It is said that with Ronin's efforts, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, the Kingdom of Stormwind, and the Kingdom of Khaz Modan of the Bronzebeard dwarves in Ironforge are interested in joining forces to help the coalition expand Southsea Town into a standard military within six months. port to help the coalition win this war.

"Transportation of the wounded, give way"

There was a shout of harmony behind them, and the three of them moved to the side of the road.

I saw a human paladin running towards this side with rapid steps.Behind him was a long line of people, each carrying a stretcher. Some stretchers were accompanied by priests, who were constantly treating the wounded on them with sacred spells.

Most of these wounded were seriously injured, with blood-stained bandages wrapped all over their bodies, and some had even fallen into a state of unconsciousness.Even though there was a sacred spell to suppress the injury, the blood was still spreading on the pale bandage at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's hard to imagine how these seriously injured people can persist until now. It is foreseeable that many people inside may not survive tonight.

It can be seen that this team came from the field hospital.

With the help of the Gilneans, the coalition built a temporary hospital on the spot and gathered all priests and paladins to treat the wounded.

But where are they going? Are they just going to run into Greymane Wall like this? Although the distance between the two places is not far, they can only run a few kilometers without breaking up these seriously injured people.

"where are you going"

Angmar grabbed a young soldier escorting him along the way and asked.

The young soldier noticed that the Angmar mage was dressed in a robe that was obviously not the standard equipment. He realized that this might be a high-level mage from the Blood Elf Allied Army. In any case, his military rank was higher than his own, so he stood at attention and replied:

"Sir, our field hospital has limited conditions for the teleportation array to the west. The mages have opened the teleportation array to Gilneas. These seriously injured people will be sent there for more comprehensive and proper treatment."

Because the Silver Pine Forest was still in danger, this soldier, like everyone else, wore full-body standard armor, and the helmet that blocked his vision was tightly tied to his back with several carrying straps to prevent it from dangling while running. of.It can be seen that he must have received a good education before the war. He spoke clearly and logically. He was not nervous at all when he was stopped by his superiors. His childish face was also different from the professional soldiers who often had dark skin and a tall build. This proves that he must have received a good education before the war. He was only 20 years old at most, and he was probably drafted into the army not long ago, so he was still very young.

"Okay, I understand, you go."

Angmar nodded and was about to let the young soldier leave.

But after saluting, the young soldier took a closer look at Angmar and was suddenly stunned and stammered: "You, you are Master Angmar, you are the Master Mage who saved us."

The young soldier suddenly stood upright again, hammered his chest with his right fist, and gave a very standard military salute. He held his head high and his chest high, like a fanatical soldier waiting for the marshal's inspection. He shouted at the top of his voice: "To the marshal, You salute, my lord, you are the savior of the coalition forces. I pay you the highest respect."

This roar startled Angmar, and several spitting stars flew into his face.

When the people nearby heard the sound, they put down their work, cast curious glances, and started whispering.After a while, people saw Angmar's appearance clearly, and a look of reverence quickly appeared on their faces.

A paladin knelt down on one knee, which was the most noble etiquette in Lordaeron.Wherever the first takes the lead, there will be the second.Latecomers followed suit one after another, and more and more people noticed that in the east, with this paladin as the center, soldiers quickly fell to their knees on both sides of the road.

Even the team transporting the wounded slowed down, and several of the wounded on the stretchers put their arms on their chests and silently paid tribute to Angmar.

These people looked at Angmar with gratitude and deep reverence, and some even had a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.Angmar, who couldn't understand the situation at all, stood there blankly, not knowing how to respond.

What he didn't know was that the story of a blood elf mage turning the tide had spread throughout the entire coalition in his absence.People all deeply remember the figure who held the supreme artifact, floated in mid-air over the battlefield, and single-handedly defeated the lich Kel'Thuzad and the entire Scourge.

"Looks like you've become a celebrity."

Luo Ning smiled, tilted his head slightly, and joked in a low voice.