Rise of the blood elves

Darth Visser Academy of Magic, a majestic complex of buildings in the coastal mountains northeast of Quel'Thalas, was founded by a magister named Darth Visser.Even among the group of magisters, this person is quite prestigious. He is a scholar-type magister with real talents and knowledge. His many research achievements are famous throughout the country and he has been praised by the royal family many times.

In fact, rather than saying it is a magic academy, it is more appropriate to call it his private mage tower, but the scale of this "mage tower" is a bit too big.

The fundamental purpose of Magister Darth Visor in establishing this magic academy is to provide support for his magic research, not to make money from it.He will select particularly outstanding apprentices as his assistants and let them help him conduct magic experiments.

The three-year assistant career is equivalent to part-time work-study, which can not only reduce a considerable part of the high tuition fees, but also earn a considerable commission.More importantly, any apprentice who serves as an assistant is allowed to enter Darth Visor's private library to read and learn valuable magical knowledge. If you are lucky, you may even get an interview and guidance from Darth Visor himself.

A magic master's guidance, even just a few words, is enough to benefit these apprentices who are still in the beginning stages of arcane magic for a lifetime.

Darth Visor's Academy of Magic has five places every year. Even Silvermoon City's Academy of Magic has only three places. It can recommend outstanding apprentices to enter Quel'Thalas' most advanced magic school: Fasselin. Further studies at the Royal Academy of Magic.Darth Weiser will select three of his assistants, which will make countless apprentices who come here flock to the position of assistant.

Darth Visser's research focuses on mana energy storage devices, ranging from palm-sized mana crystals, to portable crystals that can power magic circles, to large matrix crystals.The mana crystals in the college's dimensional warehouse are piled up in mountains. Although most of them are defective products produced by experiments, they can still be used.

Especially in today's environment of extreme scarcity of supplies.

When Arthas led the Scourge to destroy Quel'Thalas, Darth Wesser's Magic Academy was not ransacked due to its remote location. Even if there were sporadic undead attacks here, they were all destroyed by the attack of the academy's magic defense facilities. .

After the Scourge left, there were still a large number of undead left in Quel'Thalas, wandering around unconsciously and attacking all living creatures.

Because this place is relatively safe, many fleeing civilians choose this place as their escape destination.In just ten days, tens of thousands of civilians have poured in here.Fortunately, the college is big enough.

In addition, several disabled squadrons of the Sunfury Legion that were previously defeated in the battle to defend Silvermoon City were reorganized here.Darth Weiser, along with his assistants, and the military established an unbreakable line of defense in the valley at the entrance of the academy to resist the impact of the wandering undead attracted.

Kael'thas's men were divided into three groups. The ranger lord Lor'themar Theron led the Farstrider rangers to regain Silvermoon City; Rommath led the magisters to support the Tower of the Sun and the Royal Academy of Magic on Sunchaser Island. He himself led the army personally and went out of the city to open the passage to Qingfeng Village.

At this time, the status of Darth Weiser Magic Academy became even more important.

There are not many undead here, and the material reserves in the surrounding villages are quite abundant.At the request of the military, Magister Darth Weiser organized his apprentices and assistants into their teams and went out together to collect supplies.No matter how lame these guys are, as long as they know how to use magic, they can always be of great help when needed.

The food, fresh water and supplies recovered by the collection team still remain after meeting the needs of tens of thousands of refugees.At this time, they will use waterways to transport excess supplies to Silver Moon City, which was the most severely affected.

But yesterday, trolls attacked the cargo fleet, sinking three deep-water cargo ships.At the same time, more than two thousand trolls attacked the entrance defense line of the Magic Academy, creating considerable pressure on the defense line.

Misfortune never comes singly. Just as the frontline battle was in full swing, several troll warships landed on the beach and launched a sneak attack on the rear.

In order to deal with the threat of the undead, the focus of defense is all on the front. The beach is full of refugee tents and there are almost no soldiers defending it.

The troll fleet and main force were all destroyed in the explosion at the Sunwell. Who would have thought that they would recover so quickly?

The truth is far beyond everyone's expectations. In fact, the trolls are indeed severely weakened. It is quite difficult to dispatch so many troops under the threat of the remaining undead. If there are any more, the defenses of Torvasa and Zul'Aman will be weakened. .

But their leader is Zul'jin, who is proficient in strategy and extremely cunning.

Unlike the blood elves, the troll population is distributed throughout the forest. The trolls are all concentrated in the two fortresses of Torvasar and Zul'Aman, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack.The undead could not pose much threat to them, but it made the blood elves very worried.

Zul'jin plans to take advantage of this opportunity to gradually encroach on the land of the blood elves and break through the Darth Weiser Magic Academy, which has no rear defenses at all. This will be a good start.

For this reason, he ordered his most trusted warlord to lead two thousand soldiers to attack the frontal defense line, while he personally led five hundred elites to launch a sneak attack on the rear of the blood elves.

Three ships full of elite soldiers approached this beach through the sea fog on a rainy day. They were not discovered by anyone, and they did not encounter any expected obstacles.

"Attack at will, show no mercy." Zul'jin said after jumping off the ship.

Immediately, a messenger conveyed his order, and the landed troll soldiers launched a charge towards the beach.

Everything in front of me was as expected.The tents of blood elf civilians were everywhere, extending all the way to the floating buildings in the distance, but there were no soldiers guarding them.

The blood elves' attention was completely attracted by the two thousand trolls on the front battlefield, and their troops were tightly restrained, unable to deal with the threats behind them.

They felt that the trolls were so weakened that they no longer dared to attack them.

Wrong, dead wrong.

When the blood elf civilians saw the trolls approaching, they fled in panic, but huddled together in the chaos, trampling on the living corpses of their compatriots in a vain attempt to escape.

Zul'jin has no problem killing these despicable snatchers, even if they are just unarmed civilians.Because every time the soldiers' blades are stained with the blood of a blood elf, Bwonsamdi, the Loa Death God, will favor the Amani Trolls more.

When the high elves slaughtered countless trolls and took this forest from their hands, forcing them into Zul'Aman, hiding and lingering like animals, why didn't they think of the word "mercy"?

Thousands of years of deep-seated hatred can only be washed away by blood

Could it be that these high elves changed their clan name to blood elves just to repay us with their blood?

Thinking of this, Zuljin chuckled.

"Chief, they were scared to death."

One of the captains turned back to Zuljin and said, a cruel smile blooming on the lips between the two fangs.

Zuljin chuckled twice and squinted his eyes to look at the "battlefield" in front of him.

His men have already entered the blood elves civilians, just like tigers entering a flock of sheep, harvesting the lives of the blood elves.

No one showed mercy.

Crying, wailing, and even begging for mercy

But Zul'jin smelled only fear in it.

And of course, there's blood.

Zul'jin walked towards the beach. Troll warships behind him were still pouring out soldiers. He ordered: "Let the troops continue to drive the sheep to attack their own defense lines."

The captain took the order and went down.

The sky is covered with clouds, and the battlefield is filled with the smell of blood. Bwonsamdi, do you like all this? If so, please continue to guide our race forward.

Zul'jin couldn't help but close his eyes and embrace this world filled with fear.

Suddenly, he felt alarmed, and he suddenly dodged sideways, and a vicious arrow struck less than three inches from his neck, piercing the long scarf that wrapped the lower half of his face.

a ranger

He locked onto the blood elf who shot him, quickly grabbed a throwing spear from the basket behind his man with one arm, and threw it back in the direction of the arrow.

Over the years, he had already adapted to the lack of distance awareness caused by being blind in one eye.In terms of the accuracy of throwing spears, he is even more accurate than before.

The ranger had no time to dodge and was directly pinned to the ground by the spear.He struggled in vain, trying to pull out the throwing spear or take it off himself, but the throwing spear pierced his abdomen and may have damaged his organs.

No matter how late it is, death will eventually come to him.

"A chocobo is a chocobo after all, not a raptor." Zuljin laughed cruelly and continued to move forward. He could even think of the shock and confusion in the heart of the ranger when the tip of the spear penetrated the flesh and blood. doubt.

How could I be hit?

Because you're facing Zul'jin, the sheep.He answered in his mind.

Suddenly, there was a chaos among the trolls who were killing everyone in the refugee tent. Zuljin's one-eyed pupil shrank slightly, and he quickly found the culprit who caused the chaos.

It's a blood elf combat team.

An elite team, numbering a dozen.

The leader was holding a heavy one-handed sword that exuded powerful magic waves, and he was moving around among the trolls. His superb close combat skills made him feel like he was in no one's land, and none of the many trolls could be his general.

Zul'jin recognized the sword Quel'Delar.The sword that had brought untold misery to his people in battles with them.Zul'jin also recognized the sword's owner, Salorian Morningseeker, an extremely powerful warrior.

This was all said by the rangers who had been captured by him and had relented under torture.

Not only that, Zuljin also recognized the female blood elf following Salorian Morningseeker.

Wearing light plate armor and holding a mace, she followed Salorian to cover his flanks.It's just that her poor fighting skills are full of loopholes in Zuljin's opinion, and he can kill her in less than ten moves.

This was a familiar face, and Zuljin clearly remembered that he had captured this female blood elf, along with a mage, a ranger, and a priest many years ago.

She is also a priest.

In other words, how could the former priest have the guts to stupidly hold a hammer and block the path of the troll?

It seems that the Light has abandoned you, just as the Sunwell abandoned your people.

With this thought in mind, Zuljin drew out his weapon, walked quickly towards the battle group, and ordered his subordinates: "Collect the formation and deal with these biting sheep first."

Fear, he smelled a stronger smell of fear.