Rise of the blood elves

Outside the Hyjal coalition camp, Malfurion and Tyrande were riding a huge stag and a strong frostsaber with black stripes on white, like a white tiger, riding slowly on the edge of the forest.

Occasionally, heavily armed patrols of various ethnic groups passed by, and when they saw the two people, they stood at attention and saluted.

As the night elf civilians and wild animals stranded in the nearby areas have been evacuated, the coalition's rest has also come to an end. They are intensively collecting supplies and preparing to set off within a day to avoid being chased by the Burning Legion army that is following them. superior.

This time, the coalition forces will not stop in Felwood. Instead, they will directly enter Mount Hyjal, join the main force of the night elves there, and set up defense lines on the spot to prepare for the final decisive battle.

There is no danger in Felwood, and the terrain is too open.Not to mention that the evil energy has initially corrupted this place, making the environment unsuitable for living creatures to fight, but it has become like a fish in water against demons. The druid's ability to use the eye of nature to observe the enemy's situation has also been greatly weakened.Just talking about the comparison of forces between the enemy and ourselves, it is also very unfavorable to the coalition forces.

The vast force of the Burning Legion can be fully deployed in Felwood.

But Mount Hyjal is different with mountains and mountains everywhere, the roads are extremely dangerous, powerful natural spirits live in them, and there are even demigods sleeping there.It is the core of the night elves that has been operating for more than 1 years, and it is the best place to start the final battle.

But how could the devil give up the great opportunity at hand and sit back and watch the coalition forces enter the iron-barrel Mount Hyjal? They often sent small groups of fast troops to harass, either burning supplies and food, or corrupting wild animals and attacking the coalition camps in an attempt to slow down their northward movement. .

Therefore, the strength of sentries and security patrols has been strengthened many times in recent days. Patrol teams of all ethnic groups can be seen everywhere, and countless hidden sentries have been set up in the forest to always be on guard against demon attacks.

"Ugh."

When passing a moonwell, Malfurion sighed and gently stroked the stag's neck. The mount that was connected to him immediately understood the meaning, stopped and lowered its head, so that the archdruid could turn over and get to the ground.

Tyrande also dismounted and tied the reins to the saddle. Before leaving, he scratched the frostsaber's head and said, "Wait for me here."

The usually ferocious Frostsaber didn't show any wildness in front of Tyrande. He cupped his master's hand affectionately, like an oversized cat, and purred comfortably in his throat. He was very obedient. He lay down on the ground, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Tyrande smiled slightly when he saw this, turned around and followed Malfurion who was waiting aside, and the two walked side by side towards the moonwell.

This is not so much a well as a shallow spring.The strange thing is that the naturally formed stone base is not connected to any underground spring.Two stone pillars carved with natural runes hold up a long stone. At the top is a symbolic half-moon, looming in the mist.Under the moonlight, the water surface reflects the vast sea of ​​stars. If you pay careful attention, you can find that every once in a while, the water surface of the moon well will rise a little, as if it has absorbed the moonlight and transformed it into its own. energy.

This is the Moon Well created by the night elves using the magical water from the Well of Eternity. Although this magical water has been heavily diluted, its energy coverage is still extremely broad. It affects the night elves, animals and plants living in it. Even nature is of great benefit.

Around the moon well, more than a dozen druids and priestesses are using a special crystal container to recycle the well water and cast spells to erase the magic of the well to prevent it from being used by demons.

"Arch Druid, high-ranking priest." Seeing Malfurion and his wife coming, everyone saluted.

Malfurion nodded lightly in response, walked forward, half-knelt by the moon well, stretched out his hands to scoop up a handful of well water, his eyes filled with unspeakable sadness.

"how long will it take"

One druid replied:

"At least one more night, Archdruid."

"Where are the other wells?" Malfurion asked again.

The druid thought for a while and said: "Except for the southernmost moonwell in Felwood, the remaining two of the three moonwells in Felwood should be destroyed during our march."

"crash"

The muscles under Malfurion's ears bulged from clenching his teeth.He opened his fingers, and the well water, which contained the power of nature and the weak magic power of the Well of Eternity, flowed down one after another, and the splashes caused ripples.

'This is a painful decision'

He closed his eyes and said painfully, then stood up without saying a word and walked towards his mount.

The Moon Well, which they had worked so hard to create to provide shade to the forest, was about to be destroyed by their own hands. Everyone knew how painful it was in the Archdruid's heart at this time.

Heavy footsteps stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

Malfurion, who was immersed in grief, suddenly felt a gentle hand touching his arm.

"Honey, you did your best."

The voice of the sentry leader was as gentle as the moonlight falling on the earth, which warmed Malfurion's heart.

But then the guilt overwhelmed the warmth.

Malfurion took Tyrande's hand and turned it over gently.

This should have been a pair of perfect and gentle hands, but at this moment, its palms were extremely rough.Due to drawing the bow and shooting again and again, the second knuckles of the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand were worn out with thick calluses, as was the palm that often held the moon blade.

While I was sleeping, Tyrande shouldered all the heavy responsibilities sleeplessly and gently rubbed the calluses. Malfurion only felt more and more distressed. He raised his head and met Tyrande's gentle eyes. Looking at each other, a smile from the heart could not help but appear on the corner of the mouth.

Malfurion reached out and tucked a piece of his lover's hair behind her ear. When he retracted his right hand, he couldn't help but stretch out a finger and lightly traced her face.

"You're getting old, Tyrande, you're getting old. Maybe when all this is said and done, it's time for us to have a wedding. I owe you this."

Tyrande burst into a bright smile when he heard this, as if he was thousands of years younger in an instant. She looked into his eyes and said softly: "No matter what happens, I will always stand with you, just like 1 Like that thousands of years ago. Forever."

The two looked at each other for a moment and spent a long time together. They no longer needed too many prophecies to explain each other, everything was left unsaid.

After a while, the two walked side by side towards the mount.

"These days, I have heard many stories about orcs. It is hard to imagine that they were once a race that lived in harmony with nature, respected the power of nature and elements, and knew how to maintain a balance between taking and giving. I have to say , their spirit of disregarding death moved me. Even after this war, the night elves and the orcs may eventually start a war over forests and resources, and they have gained my respect."

Malfurion came to Tyrande's mount, held Tyrande's arm, helped her mount the Frostsaber, and then walked towards the stag.

Tyrande looked at a group of patrolling orc soldiers and suddenly asked: "Do you remember Brox? These orcs remind me of that respectable warrior. Even if 1 years have passed, he has fought countless demons in blood. The scene of the fight is still fresh in my memory. Brox is too similar to them, no, more than similar. He said that he was born from a race called orcs."

"Of course." Malfurion stopped next to the stag and frowned deeply, "Not only do I remember that I seemed to see Brox next to the young orc leader yesterday. And he also looked slightly younger than 1 years ago. "

"How is this possible?" Tyrande said in disbelief with his eyes widened.

"But when he passed me by, Brooks acted like he never knew me. He gave me the feeling of"

Tyrande answered: "Master Ronin"

Malfurion nodded slowly.

During the War of the Ancients 1 years ago, Kraostrasz, who was actually the red dragon, took the form of a human to observe and learn from the mortal race. He served as a member of the six-member Kirin Tor Council of Dalaran. Suss, along with the red-haired mage Ronin and the orc Brox, fought alongside the night elves and played a vital role in the war.

The fashionable and young Malfurion, Tyrande, Illidan, Jarod and others formed deep friendships with these three people during the war.

But 1 years have passed, and their long-lost foreign friend suddenly appears in front of them again, which makes them unbelievable.

Tyrande pondered: "You know, a few months ago, when you were still sleeping, the envoy sent by Dalaran to warn us of the truth about the Burning Legion's invasion was Master Ronin. I had the same question at that time, It was not until recently that the Prophet returned to us, and the question was answered. Orcs and humans cannot have the same life span as us. As you said, I found that Master Luo Ning is also slightly different from what I remember. .I think it’s not that they forgot about us, but”

Tyrande organized his words and continued: "You haven't known us yet."

The deeper meaning of this answer shocked Malfurion at first, but once he thought of the prophet who could manipulate time, all doubts dissipated.

"You mean that one day in the near future, Master Ronin, Brox, and even the mysterious Master Krasus will return to 1 years ago with the prophet to help us win the war." Ma Fario asked.

Tyrande replied noncommittally: "That's just my guess."

“It’s really unexpected.”

At the same time, in a secluded woodland south of the camp, a magical ritual was taking place.

A dozen mages headed by Angmar were arranged in different positions of a complex magic circle, eyes closed tightly, sweating profusely while casting spells.As the magic runes flickered on and off, a pale skull silhouette suspended in uncertainty and exuding a strange evil aura became increasingly clear in the center of the magic circle.

"Found it, these demons didn't notice the positioning spell we left above." A Dalaran mage said in surprise, but immediately frowned and added: "It seems to be moving towards us, just to the south. not far away"

This was good news. Angmar opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Because his previous actions had changed the direction of history, he was a little worried that the Skull of Gul'dan would be corrupted by the leader of the Dreadlord and the demon army, as in the official history, and Arthas deliberately leaked the news. And was obtained by Illidan.

Now it seems that things are changing for the better.

Except Maiev.

Maiev deliberately did not see him. For a Watcher leader who was busy with official duties, was proficient in hiding, and also used his expertise to approach the south to detect the enemy's situation, unless she showed up herself, no one else would be able to find her. .

Angmar clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's take a rest right here, half an hour later."

He suddenly stopped talking and looked southward thoughtfully.

click, click, click

In the quiet forest, the crisp sound caused by the collision of the joints of the thick armor was extremely clear, mixed with the terrifying hoarse snort of the war horse.

On the hilltop in the distance, a death knight holding a magic blade, wearing black armor, with loose white hair, and riding a skeletal horse slowly appeared, with a meaningful and cruel smile on his lips.As he moved forward, countless flowers and plants along the way were quickly covered with a layer of ice, and they all lost their vitality in the extreme cold.

Even though he was hundreds of meters away, Angmar could clearly see in his dry and wrinkled undead face the shadow of a prince who killed his father and destroyed his kingdom with his own hands.

嗤

The "Invincible" under his crotch was already dead, but it was still panting again and again as before. Two lines of pale smoke spurted out from the nostrils covered by the thick horse armor.

More and more mages noticed this uninvited guest's "visit" and looked over with greatly changed expressions.

"Go and get help."

Angmar had a gloomy face, whispered something, and slowly stood in front of everyone.Without any movement, fiery red magic power gathered from all directions, forming a wave-edged one-handed dagger that appeared in his hand.

With a "swipe" sound, a blazing magical flame suddenly ignited on the wavy blade.

With his other hand, he touched his waist and pulled out a rune one-handed sword that was obviously in the style of the Scourge and slightly rough in workmanship. It was obviously captured in a certain battle.The thick sword is engraved with strange death runes.The cold air flowed down from the sword body and accumulated on the ground.

Rays of light burst out from Angmar's body, and the robe used to cover the drizzle and dew instantly fell apart, revealing the robe inherited from the former Grand Mage and comparable to an artifact, which was full of brilliance. It exudes compelling and powerful magical fluctuations.

"Alsace."

Angmar narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the fallen prince who came uninvited as if facing a formidable enemy.

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