Rise of the blood elves

The bright light dazzled the eyes, and Angmar gasped for air like a drowning man who had just been rescued.But then, a heartbreaking pain came from the left side of his chest. He couldn't help but moan in pain and woke up leisurely.

"He's awake, he's awake"

Angmar heard a surprised voice, and he immediately recognized the owner of the voice, who was Jaina.

Footsteps sounded, and there seemed to be more than one person beside him.

"Your Highness, please keep your voice down. He has just woken up, so don't irritate him."

Sure enough, the second woman had a sexy voice, and it was the voice of a royal sister. Angmar was also very familiar with this voice. It was Lana Thel, and her tone seemed a little dissatisfied.

Angmar opened his eyes, and his field of vision was pale at first, like a blank canvas, and then people continued to fill in the colors, painting a beautiful and moving picture.

Two beautiful faces were right in front of him, looking at him intently. He could even feel their breath blowing on his face, tickling him very much.The nose was also filled with the scent of the two people's perfume.

He had never observed Jaina and Lana Thel at such a close distance. He first fixed his gaze on Jaina's pretty face. Lana Thel's eyes twitched. Jaina's skin was pink and delicate, and she could blow it. Broken; has soft facial features, and a deep look of concern in his smart eyes; his red lips are slightly parted, as if there are thousands of words hanging on his lips.

The first impression of Gianna is that of tenderness, as gentle and kind as water.

Angmar turned his attention to Lanna again. Sergianna frowned slightly, her breathing became heavier. The blood elves have more delicate facial features, which are completely different from Jaina's painting style. The curve of her face is thinner, which makes the facial features more delicate. Exquisite; the eyelashes are very long, and the small nose is so cute that people can't help but want to gently scratch it with their fingers; the beautiful eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and the complexion is very solemn.

Compared with Jaina, Lannathel has a more mature charm, and there are countless charms in the corners of her eyebrows, like an attractive fruit that is ripe and waiting to be picked.

While looking at Angmar, Lannathel's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally she simply narrowed her eyes, not concealing the questioning look in her eyes.

Wait, why is this a question?

Angmar glanced at Jaina secretly, suddenly feeling enlightened, and began to calculate the success rate of pretending to be unconscious.

"Where am I? How long have I been unconscious?" He had no choice but to ask the necessary questions for those who wake up to cover himself.

"This is the Holy Light Monastery. You are seriously injured. The arrow penetrated your chest. Fortunately, it did not damage the heart or lungs. But the poison on the arrow is very vicious. You have been unconscious for three days. How do you feel now? "Like this" Jaina said softly.

"Very bad." Angmar opened the properties panel and checked his status bar.

Well, it sure sucks.

"What was the outcome of the battle?"

Both of them felt sad for a while, and Jaina said: "We won, but the casualties were huge, more than half of the soldiers were killed. If it weren't for the reinforcements from Lord Tirion, Lord Dathrohan and the church, we would have been defeated. They arrived just in time." . Lord Tirion’s return is really unimaginable, I thought he had completely lost faith in the Alliance.”

Jaina obviously knew the whole story of Lafayette's exile. It seemed that she did not regard him as a traitor like most people, but admired his choice from the bottom of her heart.

"Where are the others?"

"He stayed here, seemingly waiting for you to wake up. By the way, how did you find him?"

Great

"Oh, it's a long story."

Although he was only in a coma for three days, Angmar felt as weak as if he had been lying in bed for several years. He was uncomfortable no matter how long he stayed.He moved restlessly, holding the bed with both hands, trying to sit up a little.

"Don't move, your injury hasn't healed yet." Jaina pressed his arm gently, so gently that Angmar had no choice but to give up.

Lannathel, on the contrary, found a soft pillow from the side, stood up, gently put an arm around his neck, gently raised his head, and added the pillow underneath.

During this period, the two towering little rabbits on Lannathel's chest kept swaying playfully in front of his eyes. Angmar couldn't help but swallow. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Jaina biting her lower lip and looking at her strangely. Looking at Lannathel, he seemed to regard her as

some kind of threat

No, Angmar thought with doubts. Lana Thel's unusual behavior is understandable, but why did Jaina look at Lana Thel with such eyes? He couldn't remember when he had flirted with the princess.

"The priests used healing spells to dispel the toxins for you and healed the injury. They said that the remaining toxins will hinder the healing of the wound, so you have to rest for a while. I have been taking care of you for the past three days, and I'm afraid you will have to stay here in the future. Wow, you really don't make people worry." Lana Seer smiled and pulled the quilt for him, uncharacteristically gentle.

Angmar knew that Lannathel would never show such an attitude towards him, and it would only be for others to see.Just as she was thinking this, Lannathel cast a peaceful look at Jaina, with a smile on her lips.

Angmar couldn't help but shudder.

Jaina said with a smile on her face: "Yes, I need to trouble Sister Lana'thel more. As a follower, she can't do a better job."

The two of them looked at each other, their beautiful faces bursting with warm smiles, but there was a bit of coldness hidden in them, and they exchanged blows thousands of times in an instant.

Angmar couldn't help but shuddered and said hurriedly: "Your Highness, can you help me find Master Luo Ning and Lord Dathrohan of the Knights of the Silver Hand?"

When he thought that the main force of the natural disaster under Arthas was getting closer and closer to Dalaran, but he was seriously injured and fell into a coma, wasting three days, he felt regretful in his heart.

"Now?" Jaina tucked his quilt back, straightened the cup, and pulled the curtains slightly over to block the dazzling midday sun.

When Jaina did this, Lana'thel stared at Angmar without saying a word, her cold eyes full of chills.

Angmar looked very uncomfortable and said, "Make an appointment for me at Fa'ol's Tomb in the south. The time will be 3 o'clock in the afternoon. If Her Royal Highness has time then, it's best to come together. I have something very important." Let’s discuss things.”

"Okay, then I'll go right away." Although she didn't quite understand why they wanted to meet there, Jaina nodded in agreement, got up and left the stone room.

"Miss Lannathel, can you help me find Lord Tirion and Lord Faol at the same time and at the same place? Are you okay?"

Lana Thel didn't reply for a long time. Angmar turned his head and found that the latter's face was extremely gloomy, and his heart suddenly thumped.

"Angemar, you really attract girls," Lannathel gritted her silver teeth, her face terrifyingly cold, "Tell me, what's going on with that little girl from Kul Tiras?"

She leaned down, reached out and grabbed Angmar's chin, and looked directly into his eyes, the anger in her beautiful eyes seemed to be real.

Looking at the alluring face so close to him, Angmar suddenly raised his eyebrows. If he dared to think and do anything, he would live in this world in vain. What did he have to be afraid of?

So regardless of the injury on his chest, he quickly stretched out his left hand to wrap around Lana Seer's neck, and gently pulled him towards him.

Lips meet.

Angmar's first feeling was that the soft and fragrant scent that filled his nose was Lannasel's unique body fragrance, which made him dazzled.

Lana Ser's beautiful eyes were wide-eyed, and she struggled violently, but her movements soon became weak, and her beautiful eyes slowly closed, showing the upright side of her mouth and body.

Angmar suddenly felt the bed sinking. It turned out that Lannathel climbed up and knelt on him.Then she reached out to hold his neck, gently pried open his teeth with her soft and slippery tongue, and responded enthusiastically.

In an instant, the imperial sister took complete control of the offensive and defensive positions.

Angmar only felt confused and infatuated, and a fire of desire and harmony rose rapidly from his lower abdomen. Little Angmar began to show off his arrogance with pride.

"Ah" Angmar suddenly felt a pain in his life and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Next time you dare to have any thoughts about other women, be careful I will destroy you." Lannasel grabbed little Angmar with one hand and said viciously.

After saying that, she gave him another deep kiss, just when Angmar was so seduced that she was burning with desire and was about to make further moves regardless of her injuries.

Lannathel suddenly pulled away, glanced at him with a wicked smile, and walked out of the room with a victorious smile.

"What a vicious woman" Angmar sighed sadly.