Rise of the blood elves

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Suddenly, the Salorian Morningseeker snored untimely.

What a bad thing

Angmar's face turned green and he quickly changed his words: "Only sacred magic can save his legs."

As he spoke, he opened another antidote and poured it on Salorian's knees.

Liadrin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to Salorian and knelt down. While checking his injuries, she asked Angmar: "There are no other wounds. What kind of weapon caused it? Can you describe it?"

"Zuljin stabbed him with a dagger. Other than that, there were no other injuries."

Liadrin picked up Salorian's kneepads, held them in front of her eyes, and examined them. She also put them under her nose and smelled them. After a while, she dipped her little finger into a little bit of the poison left in the damaged part of the kneepads' armor, and dipped her finger into an antidote. Mix it up.

As expected of a high-level priest who was personally taught by the highly respected Vondelor, Liadrin was very knowledgeable about various injuries and knew how to deal with emergencies. She was much better than Angmar, a rookie with no medical skills.

When doing all this, Liadrin seemed quite confident. It was the experience gained from countless exercises and practices, and she had long been familiar with it.

"It's not a powerful poison, it won't be a problem."

After the antidote turned slightly green, she poured it on Salorian's legs, making a "squeaking" burning sound, and the symptoms of poisoning that spread like spider threads immediately subsided.

Angmar couldn't help but be stunned. He just killed Zul'jin like this. Your poison is too weak.

"Sunlight above" Salorian gritted his teeth and screamed in pain, then woke up leisurely.

"The symptoms have eased. All you need to do is find a priest to detoxify you and treat you." Liadrin took out a roll of bandages, bandaged Salorian's injured leg, then stood up and walked toward him respectfully. With a salute, Quel'Delar returned his hands.

Salorian glanced at Liadrin meaningfully, but did not pick it up immediately.

Angmar knew that the holder of the holy sword was probably already thinking about passing it on to his successor.

In the official history, after Salorian died on the island of Quel'Danas, Lana'thel succeeded him as the holder of the Holy Sword.

Later, Kael'thas joined Illidan's command, and under his leadership, he led the elite of the clan to attack Icecrown Glacier. The battle ended in failure and suffered heavy casualties. All the strong men, including Lanna'thel, were killed. .

After resurrecting, Lannathel transformed into the blood queen of the Sarain clan. In order to bury the memories of the past, she shattered the holy sword Quel'Delar and threw its fragments far away.

Later, the hilt of the Holy Sword was accidentally obtained by an adventurer. After a series of tasks, it was recast in the Sunwell that had been rekindled by Velen with the essence of Muru, and the Holy Sword was now in his possession.

But that's just gameplay.

Angmar only knew that Quel'dra ended up in Liadrin's hands, but Glass Slag didn't explain the plot at all, making it confusing.

Gameplay aside, those who obtain the hilt of the Holy Sword should be the forces of Quel'Thalas participating in the training at the Silver Crusade Training Ground, or the Sunreaver faction of Dalaran, and hand it over after reforging is completed. It fell into Liadrin's hands.

"Ms. Senior Priest, why don't you treat Lord Salorian first?" Angmar blinked and asked knowingly.

Liadrin's face instantly became solemn, and she turned her head to look in the direction of Quel'Danas Island, seemingly immersed in the sorrow of the past.

"I will never use the Holy Light again," she said softly, with a hint of self-deprecation in her voice. "What's the use of power that can't be used when you need it most? The Holy Light is unreliable and useless. And I can no longer summon it. Holy Light, the day my mentor died, I ceased to be a high priest."

Angmar sighed after hearing this. Well, Liadrin said this again exactly.He did not give up and tried: "But Lord Salorian is also your mentor."

To Liadrin, although Salorian did not have the name of a mentor, he was actually a mentor. He taught Liadrin everything he had learned in his life and taught the former a lot.

Angmar didn't know whether the image of Salorian in Liadrin's heart overlapped with that of her late mentor Vondelor, but he knew that Liadrin respected this powerful warrior from the bottom of her heart, and Be willing to ask for advice humbly.

Angmar changed Salorian's fate, preventing him from falling on the front line of Quel'Danas's fight against the Scourge in order to buy time for the Sunwell's defense preparations because his people were unprepared. At the same time, it also inadvertently changed Liadrin's fate.

This future leader of the blood knights now has a higher level of melee combat skills that are very important to the way of the paladin. Having a legendary warrior like the Morning Seeker personally teach him will inevitably lead to fewer detours.

After all, she in the official history was groping forward on this road bit by bit.

From a priest, to a female warrior who had to use her weapons to quell natural disasters and to quell the regret and anger in her heart, to a blood knight who fought by sucking Mulu's sacred energy, and finally became a re-convert to the way of the Holy Light. Paladin

God knows how many detours she has taken and how much suffering she has experienced in her life.

Speaking of detours, Angmar couldn't help but think of the holy deed that he treasured in his arms.

If Liadrin could pull herself together, and pull herself together now, Angmar could not even imagine how glorious her achievements would be in the future.

Her growth process will be infinitely shortened as a result, and she will have a more eye-catching future because she is taller. She will definitely play a vital role in the rise of the blood elves.

Suffering and hardship create a hero. If you avoid detours and suffering, you will not become the Countess Liadrin in the future.

No, this sentence is neither correct nor correct.Any generous and tragic person who will eventually shine as a hero and illuminate Azeroth has a firm and noble heroic heart.

No matter what he did, Angma could not affect the inner being of these people.Just like he is still a low-key person and cannot affect the historical trajectory of Azeroth.

But he can be a catalyst, a butterfly that flaps its wings tirelessly before growing into a dragon whose wings can cover the sky and the flapping of its wings can trigger a historical storm.

"I, I" Liadrin showed a painful expression, avoiding Salorian's scrutinizing gaze.

She stretched out her hands and looked at them with gritted teeth. After a moment, she narrowed her eyes and stretched her hands into the air. Her brows gradually relaxed, and there was a holy look on her face.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Angmar seemed to hear a response from somewhere, and a sweet and light voice sounded in his heart.

Suddenly, the brilliance of the teleportation spell shone one after another, and Prince Kael'thas appeared on the beach. He looked around, found the Salorian Morningseeker, and then hurriedly walked towards it.

He was followed by a large group of people, including Rommath, who was about to become the Grand Magister, Lor'themar Theron, who succeeded Sylvanas as the Farstrider Ranger General, and Halduron Brightwing, who had been promoted to the Ranger Lord. They had just gone over to support him. Aesas and Lannathel were fighting, as well as no less than ten magisters.Everyone looked a little tired, and their bodies were more or less stained with blood, the blood of the trolls.

It looks like the frontline battle is over.After seeing the troll corpses lying on the ground, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Their arrival interrupted the light voice that sounded in the dark, and also disrupted Liadrin's state of mind.

She hurriedly bowed to the prince, and Angmar also bowed to the end. Salorian wanted to get up, but Kael'thas took a few steps quickly and pressed his shoulder to stop him.

"Don't move, how are you?" Kael'thas's concern was palpable, and his brows were full of worry.

He heard Aesas and Lana'thel tell about the feat of the Salorian Morningseekers who single-handedly defeated Zul'jin and his elite troops, and was seriously injured as a result. He came as soon as the battle was over.

"Your Highness, the senior priest lady and your advisor have already treated my wounds, so it won't be a problem." Salorian replied respectfully.

Angmar noticed that he was still calling Liadrin by the title that everyone had deliberately kept silent about.

Kael'thas looked at his knees, his eyebrows raised high, and he solemnly said: "Salorian, you have saved countless civilians from danger. You are a true hero. Anarah Belre, I give you my highest regards. Respect."

He lowered his noble head deeply, and the people behind him also bowed to Salorian with full respect.

He defeated Zul'jin's conspiracy by one person, fought his way into [-] elite trolls, and almost killed them all. Who among the people present could do this?

No one can do it.

Salorian hurriedly put his hands on the ground and sat up. Kael'thas did not stop him this time.

"For Quel'Thalas." He nodded.

Kael'thas stood up and said to everyone: "Go find a priest."

Everyone looked at each other in shock. Among such a powerful entourage, there was not even a single priest who knew how to use sacred spells.

"Torias is in Silvermoon City. I'll be back soon." Rommath nodded, and immediately activated the teleportation spell and disappeared.

Quite a number of the magisters, led by Grand Magister Biluohua, and the priests, led by High Priest Vondelor, died in the defense of Quel'Danas Island.

However, the high elves have always been good at magic, and there are many magisters. Although their vitality was damaged in that battle, it did not damage their fundamentals.

The priest group is different. There are not many people in the first place. Many skilled high-level priests have died. The only survivors are some ordinary priests and apprentices who are proficient in sacred magic. Not to mention the scarcity of the number, they can play a role. Its role is also quite limited.

Seeing that Rommath had gone to look for the priest, Kael'thas leaned over again, kneeling on the ground to check on Salorian's injuries.

Everyone ignored Liadrin in the corner, because everyone knew that she was no longer a high-ranking priest.

When Angmar turned his head, he happened to see Lor'themar Theron quietly approaching Liadrin, who was bowing her head in silence without attracting anyone's attention, and stood behind her for a long time.

The care in Lor'themar's single eye could be seen. He raised a hand, as if he wanted to hold Liadrin's shoulder to give her strength and support, but his hand stopped for a long time in the middle and did not let go until the end. Go up.

Seeing him like that made Angmar anxious. Lor'themar had feelings for Liadrin, but he didn't dare to show it. He always played the trick of "How can the love of children be tolerated when the hatred of the family and the country is great"? To put it bluntly, She was afraid that speaking out rashly would add annoyance to Liadrin's already gloomy life.

In later generations, he would often send mana crystals to Liadrin anonymously to alleviate her addiction to magic. He had been working silently behind the scenes and never revealed this relationship to cause trouble to her. He was a completely good man. .

That was all well and good, but Angmar felt he should step up.Who can say clearly about love? Maybe Liadrin needs a partner like him to share the ubiquitous pressure with her in her clouded life.

It didn't matter if he didn't look. After noticing Angmar's gaze, Lor'themar was startled. Instead, he took his hand back and made a "hush, keep it secret" gesture to him with a finger in front of his mouth.

Oops, why are you so shy? Look at Luo Ning.

Angmar really hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.

"What's going on?" Kael'thas suddenly asked in shock.

Angmar turned around and saw that the bandage on Salorian's left knee was suddenly soaked with blood, and the expression on his face was distorted with pain.

Everyone panicked and rushed over to untie the bandage.

Angmar saw that the insignificant shallow wound was completely covered in a strange green color, and the spiderweb-like poisonous lines had covered the knees and even spread to the skin covered by the leg armor.Is there any sign of being contained?

Everyone quickly removed his leg armor and saw that Salorian's calves were also covered with poison lines. The poison was eroding his blood vessels and muscles at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was almost spreading to his ankles.

Looking at Salorian again, his face was extremely pale, covered in cold sweat, his teeth were almost broken, and he was obviously suffering from unimaginable pain.

"Go to the priest quickly, go quickly," Kael'thas said hurriedly.

Soon, several more magisters took the order and left, and the remaining people poured antidote and fed Salorian with healing potions, but the situation did not improve at all, and they were all anxious.

At this moment, a somewhat unconfident voice sounded from behind everyone: "Let me try."

To everyone's surprise, even Angmar cast an incredulous look at Liadrin.