Rise of the blood elves

Stromka, accelerated by the spell, crashed down like a meteor. With a "click", it was inserted into the position where Zul'jin was standing. If the troll leader's reaction had been slower, his body would have been separated if the whole body was not preserved. .

However, Angmar was not so naive that he pinned his hopes of killing Zuljin on his own small throw. It was enough to cause him some trouble.

Viewed from a high altitude, Stromka was inserted right in front of Salorian Morningseeker's eyes. The blade of the sword was completely submerged into the stone slabs on the ground, creating a small crater, and the cracks spread to a few meters away.

Fortunately, the place where Salorian fought the troll was in a shore garden some distance away from the beach. The ground was decorated with hard stone slabs. Otherwise, if it were sandy ground, Stromka might have completely disappeared into the sand. .

As if sensing the presence of the troll, a strange aura mixed with shadow energy spilled out from Stromka's sword, startling all the trolls surrounding Salorian and retreating one after another. Two steps.

Even Zul'jin fell into a brief daze, staring at Stromka not knowing what he was thinking.

When he reacted and realized that Salorian was about to escape from the trap, the latter had already let out a roar, completely breaking free from the oppression of the troll soldiers, and directly stretched out his hand to pull out Stromka. He held the sword in both hands and swept around the body to kill the incoming enemy. Weapons were shattered one after another, and even the arm blade with powerful voodoo magic on Zuljin's one-arm was neatly chopped into two pieces during the confrontation.

"Let's go help quickly," Angmar greeted, and he hurriedly lowered his height with Lana'thel and Aethas behind him, and cast spells to attack the trolls besieging Salorian.

But looking at Salorian wielding the Stromka with great power, he is more than a hundred times more powerful than before, so there is no need for three people to help him.

Where Stromka's sword pointed, the trolls were killed and wounded, and limbs flew out and blood splattered everywhere. No troll could get close to Salorian.Even Zul'jin, who was slightly more powerful than him, was defeated and retreated, completely falling into a passive situation of being beaten.

"Damn it, it's actually Stormka!" Zuljin shouted in disbelief, using his agile and vigorous body skills to dodge left and right, while constantly retreating.

Angmar couldn't understand the troll language, but he guessed that the troll leader recognized Stromka.

Salorian, who had the divine sword in his hand, intended to kill the enemy chieftain, and chased Zuljin with constant attacks. The two chased and then retreated, and soon they reached the beach.The troll soldiers who surrounded the two people in the center did not dare to step forward to join the battle. They only stabbed them twice painlessly with their spears from a distance, posing no threat.

Angmar noticed that these trolls were quite afraid of Stromka. If Zul'jin hadn't been there, they would have fled in all directions.

Aesas and Lannathel had prepared their large-scale killing spells, and each of them caused a meteorite to fall from the sky.The meteorite shaped by arcane energy was ignited with blazing fire. It fell into the dense crowd of trolls and exploded. It killed no less than twenty troll soldiers at once and became the last straw that crushed the psychological defense line of the trolls.

"retreat"

Zuljin shouted an order and took advantage of Salorian's lack of sword power to launch a feint attack on his lower body to create an opportunity for himself to escape. Since the arm blade had been cut off, he had to use a short dagger for self-defense. A dangerous move.

Unexpectedly, Salorian had no intention of dodging at all. He let the dagger pierce his knee pads and slashed hard with the old edge of the turning sword. The connection between the two different moves was smooth and smooth, which fully demonstrated the swordsmanship of this warrior. of superb.

If Zuljin dares not to hide, even his last arm will be cut off.He absolutely did not want to try to see whether the limbs chopped off by Stromka could be regenerated.

He hurriedly gave up the idea of ​​destroying Salorian's leg and ducked away.

But Stormka was too long, and Salorian's sword swing was too fast. The tip of the sword still scratched his chest, leaving a deep wound from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, with bones visible.

Zuljin roared in pain, no longer caring about covering the retreat of his men, dodged Salorian's pursuing sword, turned around quickly and ran away.

Without his restraint, the Salorian Dawnseeker became a god of death, reaping the lives of fleeing trolls.Angmar and the two people around him also continued to use mass destruction spells to beat up the drowned dogs, causing a lot of casualties to the trolls.

After several landing boats were sunk by spells, the trolls no longer dared to expose themselves and jumped into the sea one after another and swam towards the warships docked in the bay.

After leaving corpses everywhere, the troll finally succeeded in boarding the ship and fled in embarrassment.The beach was densely covered with troll corpses, and the water even turned red.As the waves washed past, countless stumps and limbs became fish food.

This achievement was so brilliant that it was frightening. Angmar counted casually and found that Salorian alone killed no less than [-] troll soldiers, most of whom died under the blade of Stromkar.

You must know that they are all elites with basic elite strength. No matter which army they are placed in, they are absolutely top-notch forces.

An ordinary adult human man has about the strength of an ordinary third level, a well-trained soldier is about the sixth level, a battle-hardened veteran can reach the seventh level, and an eighth level or above is an unstoppable elite soldier.

Even the regular combat troops under the Knights of the Silver Hand have an average strength of only ninth to tenth level.

As for the elite corps of [-] elites, Angmar shook his head. Regardless of external factors such as tactics and armaments, it is probably worth nearly ten times the conventional troops.

The legendary warrior armed with the War Destroyer is so terrifying.The elite regiment was almost completely wiped out, which would definitely make the Amani trolls feel pain for a while, and they would not dare to act rashly again in the short term.

The only thing he regretted was that Zul'jin managed to escape. Without this cunning and cunning leader, the threat of the Amani trolls to the blood elves would be reduced by at least half, or even more than half.Looking at the distant troll warship, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Why did Zul'jin come out so early? The Amani trolls at this period in the canon history had been hiding their capabilities and biding their time until Kael'thas took away most of the blood elf army before they started to trouble Quel'Thalas.

Angmar suppressed the doubts in his heart, controlled the dragon eagle to land next to Salorian, got off his mount and saluted respectfully: "Lord Morning Seeker."

Aethas and Lannathel, who landed with him, also saluted Salorian.

"grown ups."

This powerful legendary warrior is very prestigious in Quel'Thalas. Not only is he the holder of the Holy Sword Quel'Delar, but due to his superb combat skills, he also serves as the chief instructor of the Sunstrider Royal Guard and the Sunfury Legion. , highly respected by the people.

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill Zul'jin, you guys saved my life, thank you," Salorian gasped for air and looked extremely tired. He mentioned Stormka and asked, "This weapon is Stormka. Card"

Angmar nodded in agreement.

The blood elves are no strangers to this artifact. More than 2000 years ago, their ancestor Anastarian Sunstrider personally enchanted it and led the high elves and humans to form a coalition to defeat the menacing Amani trolls. Army.

"No wonder the troll was so afraid when facing it. Although I really want to ask you where you found it and what happened to the shadow energy on the sword, we must first go to support His Highness the Prince. Come on, help me Go up to Dragon Eagle.”

Salorian limped towards Dragon Eagle as he spoke. Angmar hurried over to help him and frowned deeply after noticing the wound on his knee.

Isaacs advised: "My lord, you must treat the wound first."

Lana Thel also nodded and took out bandages and healing potions from the enchanted space bag. There were wars going on, and emergency medical supplies were essential items to carry with them.

Salorian sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to sit on the ground and let Angmar untie his knee armor, revealing the wounds underneath.

"The dagger is poisonous." Angmar said in a deep voice. He clearly saw the fight between Salorian and Zul'jin in mid-air.

The wound was a strange black-green color, and the flesh was slightly rolled outward.Although only a layer of skin was scratched, there are very important ligaments around the knee. Once the toxicity spreads, the consequences will be disastrous.

Several people kept dousing it with healing potions and used several antidotes, but the situation did not improve at all, and instead seemed to have a tendency to spread.

What kind of poison is this?

"The war is urgent. Don't waste any more time. Let's wait until the battle is over." Salorian was concerned about the battle on the front line. He felt a little restless and grabbed his knee armor to fasten it again.

Angmar hurriedly stopped him and exchanged glances with the other two people. "No, the poison is very toxic. You must find a priest to treat you. Activities will aggravate the spread of the poison. If you don't want this leg to be ruined, just Stay here and get some rest.”

"Can"

"Sir, Master Aesas and Miss Lannathel will bring Stromka to the front line and join the battle together. Now you can rest assured." Angmar interrupted Salorian and kept signaling with his eyes. The two people behind him.

Both of them are quick-thinking people, how could they not understand what he meant?

Aesas neatly opened Salorian's fingers and snatched out the Stromka, leaving all the healing potions and detoxifiers in the space bag with Angmar, and then he and Lannathel walked towards their own dragon eagles.

"oops"

Listening to the sound of the dragon eagle flapping its wings, Salorian sighed in annoyance. He was not an unreasonable person. He knew that Angmar was for his own good, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going to the battlefield again and stay there honestly. Got here.

He reached out and took off his helmet and put it on the back of his head, lay down on the beach and rested, letting Angmar deal with his wounds.

Angmar kept pouring the potions left by the two on his wounds, and kept thinking in his heart, the battle should end soon, and a priest should come quickly. The Salorian Morningseeker is the best master of Stromkar. , what should we do if we become disabled? Who can perfectly utilize the power of this artifact like this legendary warrior?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard snoring next to him. Angmar was startled. When he turned around, he saw that Salorian had just fallen asleep, sleeping deeply, with cold potion poured on his legs. Go up, but there was no reaction at all.

It seems that he is really too tired.

Angmar was thinking: Oh my god, the wielder of the majestic holy sword Quel'Delar snores while sleeping.

He suppressed his laughter, kept moving his hands, and looked back at the beach. He could no longer laugh at this sight.

After the trolls retreated, the civilians who recovered from the chaos gradually returned.Some people were shocked by the sight in front of them and wandered around at a loss; some were running to rescue injured compatriots; some were holding the bodies of relatives and friends and crying loudly, crying heartbreakingly.

I really don’t know when this kind of day will end.

Angmar saw a slender figure running towards this side, and soon he was close.It was Liadrin, holding a bloody Quel'Delar in her hand.Her armor was also covered in blood, obviously from a hard battle.

"He He"

After seeing the "unconscious" Salorian Morningseeker lying on the ground, Liadrin took a breath of cold air and stood there dumbly unable to speak for a long time.

Angmar suddenly had an idea and sighed sadly, but the heaviness on his face was completely revealed naturally.

He put the hands of Salorian, who was sleeping like a dead pig, back to his chest one after another, just like he did to the warriors who died in battle, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I can't find any priests. Only sacred spells can save me now." It’s his life”

Angmar's face was filled with sadness.