Rise of the blood elves

After Silvermoon City was captured by the Undead Scourge, Prince Kael'thas ordered people to create an anchor circle in the safe Garden Market area.

The anchor point magic circle powered by a large number of mana crystals can basically block the interference factors of the magic network disorder, and guide all teleportation spells ending in Silvermoon City to the Garden Market, so as to prevent people from entering by mistake for various reasons and still being affected by natural disasters. occupied dangerous areas.

The dizziness after the teleportation quickly passed, and Angmar's first feeling was cold.

Since the spell that keeps Quel'Thalas spring-like all year round has expired, the cold climate in the north of the continent has once again affected this beautiful forest. The towering walls of Silvermoon City can block the cold wind, but cannot block the low temperature.

He smelled the moist air, as if it had just rained, no wonder it was so cold.

After looking around, he found that the current situation of the Garden Market was undoubtedly much better than a dozen days ago.The defensive line made of piles of debris used to resist the undead on the outside has disappeared. It seems that Prince Kael'thas has led people to retake the nearby city, and the Garden Market is completely safe.

Densely packed temporary tents crowded the open space in the square, and blood elf civilians walked among them wearing bloated clothes that they had never looked at seriously, with pain and intolerance written on their faces.

Compared to humans who are much less developed, blood elves can be said to be pampered. Even the poorest ones live a much better life than humans with similar social status. There is no problem in having enough food and clothing.

All because they live in Quel'Thalas, a country with highly developed magic, and enjoy the benefits brought by arcane magic everywhere.But since the Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas, the life that once had no worries about food and clothing has been changed. The climate is no longer warm and the food is no longer sufficient.

When have they ever suffered this?

The destruction of their home is just the beginning, and a series of distressing problems will soon follow.

Supplies, food, and clothing. Without the care of the Sunwell, people will become weaker and begin to suffer from diseases.

There are even more terrible addictions.

"Let's go, the prince and the magisters have moved to the building complex in the north." After saying this, Aissas stepped out of the anchor point circle and took the lead to move forward.

Angmar nodded and followed.

There was stagnant water everywhere.

In the past, a dedicated person was responsible for the cleaning work in the city. After a few small magic tricks, all traces after the rain would disappear, revealing the dry, clean white stone floor below without a trace of dust.

But now, I am afraid that anyone who knows magic, even a poor apprentice, will be recruited into the army to participate in the battle against the undead to regain the land.

"The food is coming," someone shouted.

Angmar looked around and saw a dozen people pushing carts towards this side.There were wilted vegetables, fruits and dry bread piled on the car. There was also a bucket of watery vegetable soup at the back of the car. There was no steam evaporating and it was obviously cold.

As soon as they heard the sound, the civilians' eyes lit up, and they stood up and rushed over. Soon, a long line formed behind the cart.They looked hungry, but they were able to adhere to the most basic first-come, first-served principle without anyone trying to maintain order, and no one jumped in line.

Most of the civilians receiving food were old, weak, women and children, and Angmar did not see any young and strong men inside.When people distributing food see the elderly and children, they sometimes give them two extra slices of bread.

After getting the food, some people wrapped it up carefully and walked to their tents; others ate it on the spot.They chew very quickly, eager to stuff all the food into their mouths at once, but they don't seem rude.

After noticing Angmar's gaze, one of the thin girls blushed, nodded to him sheepishly, and then turned her back to chew.

The cart was behind and the crowd was in front. The queue just squeezed the three of them inside. The three of them had to say "Excuse me" and "Borrow me" before they struggled to squeeze out of the crowd and enter the tent area, continuing their journey north. go.

Most of the tents were extremely crude, but the better ones could at least form a closed space to shield them from the cold wind.The rest was useless, just two wooden sticks holding up a patchwork of rags, which made Angmar shake his head.

"How many meals do they get in a day?" he asked.

Aisas dodged a little girl who was running past with bread in her hands, looked at Lana Seer, and said uncertainly: "It seems to be two meals."

"With two meals, people won't be so hungry. The situation is worse than when we came back last time." Lannasel said with a frown.

Angmar sighed and followed the little girl with his eyes. She finally got into a simple small tent not far away, the kind that was set up haphazardly with rags and wooden sticks.

From his angle, he couldn't see much of what was going on inside the tent, but he could see that there seemed to be a person lying inside, covered with a dirty blanket, looking extremely thin.

"Sir, please do it."

Suddenly someone appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Angmar's arm, startling him.

"Sir, please, I'm very hungry, no, not hungry, yes"

This man's cheeks were deeply sunken, his hair was withered, his chin was trembling slightly, and there was drool hanging from the corners of his mouth. He was irritably trying to express his desire, but he couldn't find any words to use.

When he saw the strange green light emanating from the depths of his eyes, Angmar knew that he was not hungry, but addicted to magic.

But how could it happen so quickly? Only a little more than half a month had passed since the destruction of the Sunwell.

"Xiangnan, there will be a magician to solve this problem for you." Isaacs said with great experience.

The addicted person seemed to have heard something terrible, grabbing his hair and shaking his head repeatedly, "No, I won't go, I will be locked up, I will be locked up."

"There is a mana crystal over there." Lana'thel added.

"Mana Crystal, yes, Mana Crystal," the man's eyes suddenly widened, and he murmured, staggering towards the south.

The civilians around him all made way for him, and the joy on their faces because of the food was diluted by heaviness and worry.

"what happened"

Isaac sighed: "Last time we came back, we found that some of our compatriots were suffering from this disease. Whether they were civilians, soldiers, mages, or rangers, the same cases appeared, but the severity was different. His Highness the Prince calls it magic addiction. You can feel it, right? After losing the Sunwell, the magic energy that once circulated in our bodies has been reduced by more than half."

He frowned, as if he was choosing his words carefully: "How should I put it? Hunger, hunger for magic. It will drive those weak-willed people crazy."

Of course Angmar knew this, "I'm asking about the south side, what does it mean to be locked up."

"Isolate to prevent them from losing their minds and attacking civilians. Soldiers will patrol at regular intervals every day, and those with severe addiction symptoms will be arrested and quarantined on the commercial street south of the Garden Market. That area has been transformed into a prison." Lana Se Er explained.

Angmar sighed quietly and stopped talking.

The impact of magic addiction on him is not limited to the cold data on the attribute panel. The feeling of emptiness from the depths of his soul is getting stronger and stronger these days.

Especially in this city that was once shrouded in the magical light of the Sunwell, everyone will have the illusion of being in another world.

Regardless of whether they are wizards or not, arcane energy once flowed in people's blood. As long as the blood elves and high elves have reached a certain age, they can basically do one or two magic tricks. They can summon flames out of thin air at their fingertips to light candles, or It couldn't be easier to let a broom clean your room on its own.

But now everything has changed.Emptiness and hunger will eventually devour those who dwell in the glory of the past, many of them.

The three of them continued to move forward, and saw soldiers cutting down green trees along the way. These precious red-leaf tree species with long ages have always been the first choice to beautify the urban environment, but now they have to be used as dyes to supply people due to lack of supplies. Keep warm.

What he saw and heard along the way made Angmar's heart become heavier and heavier.

After walking for a while, the three finally arrived at the northern building complex. The guards did not know the whereabouts of Prince Kael'thas, so they led them to the third floor, where the prince convened high-level meetings. Someone would answer their questions there. doubt.

Angmar knew that this building was originally a well-known private magic academy in Silvermoon City. It was jointly founded by several well-known magisters in Quel'Thalas. The academic level was very high, and even the tuition fees were terrifyingly high.Today it is used as a resting place for princes and their kind of retinue, advisors, and also for magisters to rest.

The conference will be held in the academic hall of the college.

The decoration in the hall can be described as appalling. Books were piled everywhere, but the bookshelves were missing.The table with the green plant pots was gone, and the railings on the stairs were gone. They were probably taken out and burned as heating fuel.

"I have made this request no less than ten times. Where is Your Highness? Why does he just refuse to see me? Is it so difficult to help me with a few mages?"

"Lord Sathriel, please be patient. I will present your request to His Highness after His Highness returns."

"Submit, submit, submit, you keep using excuses like this every time. I'm tired of seeing your ugly face. Have you forgotten my identity? I'm a member of the Silver Moon Council. Now, immediately , go and find His Highness the Prince for me."

As he was walking in, Angmar heard the quarrel coming from far away. When he went up the stairs to the half-floor round platform in the center of the hall, he finally saw the person who made the sound.

Blushing and thick-necked, the person heading to see Prince Kael'thas was Baron Sutheriel, one of the richest elves in Quel'Thalas.

Thanks to Lao Tzu who traveled westward, he was a member of the Silver Moon Council many years ago.Although he has no real power in his hands, he is on an equal footing with others in terms of status, and he is a high-ranking "big shot".

Like most people, Angmar disliked the man.There are many words that can be used for him: he is greedy for pleasure, ignorant and ignorant, and bullies others.

The most interesting thing is that in the war-torn later generations, when all the blood elves were struggling for survival, even though Qingfeng Village next door was facing the threat of undead and natural disasters all the time, this man was holding a big banquet in his manor , repeatedly sent requests to the Qingfeng Village garrison, asking them to allocate manpower to deliver delicious food and good wine for guests.

Now it seems that he is making unreasonable demands again.

As soon as he saw them, Baron Sutheril came up to them quickly, "You guys came just in time. I just need someone to help me bring them back from the manor."

Noticing that Advisor Saladre kept shaking his head in this direction, Isaacs hurriedly interrupted: "Lord Baron, we are back to help His Royal Highness pick up things. We will leave immediately."

"What?" Baron Sutheril's visibly shaved eyebrows frowned deeply, "Then do you know where His Highness is now?"

"Uh"

Isaacs was stunned, and Advisor Saladre hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Baron, His Highness is leading the army to fight against the trolls, and he really can't get away. Why don't you go back first, and when His Highness comes back, I will report it to you immediately. You see "

Baron Sutheril's delicate face instantly darkened, "Saradre, if you are prevaricating me again, you know what will happen."

Before Saladre could reply, he snorted coldly, glanced at Angmar and the others with an arrogant expression, and left with graceful steps.

Saladre sighed and made a very helpless expression towards the three of them.

"What happened?" Angmar asked as soon as Baron Sutheril left.

"Yesterday the trolls from Torvasa came out in force and attacked our supply fleet. There was not only food in it, but also a large amount of mana crystals transported from Darth Visor Magic Academy. As you know, due to the gap between Thousands of undead wanted to transport those supplies back to Silvery Moon City, so they had no choice but to take the water route. As a result, they were robbed by trolls. Three entire cargo ships of supplies and more than 200 sailors were on board."

Saladre shook his head solemnly, "The number of trolls is no less than two thousand and they are besieging Darth Visor Magic Academy. His Highness Kael'thas learned the news and led people to rush over to support."

Through consultant Saladre's narration, the three of them learned that Darth Visor Magic Academy was a less-affected area on the northeastern coast. After the Scourge left, a large number of refugees flocked there to seek asylum. More than 1000 people were imprisoned. The reorganized Sunfury Legion was stationed there to resist the undead.

The purpose of this move by the Amani trolls is self-evident. They cannot sit back and watch the elves regain their lost territory little by little. Not only do they want to cause some trouble for them, they also want to take the opportunity to eliminate the threat in the north of Torvasa in one fell swoop.

Angmar was worried that Stormka was of no use. He exchanged glances with the two people around him and immediately started to walk out the door.

"Angemar, Angmar, can you stay and help me? Those members of the Silver Moon Council are really annoying me."

Saladre's voice came from far away, and Angmar hurriedly quickened his pace.