Rise of the blood elves

With the two legendary mages Rommath and Teresita present, the battle on the ground was completely one-sided.No undead could get close to everyone. They were burned to ashes and frozen into ice lumps by the overwhelming spells halfway through.

Dagolien and his rangers had to give up fighting the enemy and instead seize the commanding heights to shoot the undead from above.Because they will only make the mage timid and unable to pour spells on the heads of the undead.

The team composed of two legendary mages, three epic-level magisters, a dozen elite-level mages, and a dozen rangers was incredibly elite.On the other hand, among the undead occupying this place, the strongest ones are only high-level elites. There is no possibility of resisting them.

"Hurry and report the news to Lord Darkan"

Seeing that the undead in the front row were being cut down like rice, several psychics behind them saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly ordered their men to rush forward, but they turned around and ran away.

Angmar immediately saw the figures who had escaped and tipped off the news. Just as he was about to speak out to remind everyone, he saw Teresa Tower, surrounded by strong arcane energy, slowly rising into the sky, summoning several mirror clones and gliding to the outside. .

Each of these mirror clones actually had a strength comparable to that of an epic level. They continuously cast large-scale killing spells in mid-air, killing no less than fifty or sixty undead along the way, and finally caught up with the escaping psychics. The swift spell killed them all.

Angmar did not spend too much mana because he knew that there might be another battle waiting for him later.

The undead were finally wiped out, and the ground was filled with corpses that exuded a burning smell. Mixed with the putrid smell of the undead, it was nauseating to smell.Especially those suture monsters that were blasted into the body by magic and exploded from the inside. The flesh and blood of unknown creatures that made up their bodies were exploded everywhere, which was shocking.

"The movement just now was too great. It will definitely be noticed by the undead nearby. We must start working immediately. Candiris, Degolien, be on guard and don't let any undead disturb us."

Rommath said as he walked towards the ruins of the temple. In the battle just now, he joined forces with Teresita and almost killed most of the undead, leaving the rest of the people with no chance to intervene. But at this time, he didn't have the slightest bit of magic power. As if he had never been exhausted, he was still full of energy and not tired at all.

The terror of the legendary strong man is evident.

Telesta also ordered her students: "Start, don't let me down."

After receiving the order, the young mages who were sitting on the ground and drinking mana potions to relieve their breaths calmed down their shock after being frightened to the point of losing their consciousness after the first battle. They took out magic devices from the enchanted space bags and followed Therese. Behind the tower we walked into the ruins of the temple.

Candiris and other three magisters walked towards the commanding heights of the periphery. They would use spells to detect the movements of the undead within a few miles, and would issue early warnings if they found any trouble.

After everyone started working, several mages who specialized in teleportation spells took out their mana crystals, found a piece of clean ground and began to carve and weave the teleportation circle. This was the biggest reliance for everyone to evacuate immediately after the work was completed.

Everything is in order.

The three high-level mages assigned to Angmar quickly came to his side, and they all nodded and saluted him, "Advisor."

It seems that the status of the prince's advisor is still very useful, but Angmar saw a hint of contempt in the eyes of the three people.

There is no way, he is too young, and his reputation is not good.He has the strength of a ninth-level high-level elite, but these mages who are also high-level elites don't know that, because Angmar did not show his strength at all in the previous battle.

"Come on, let's"

Angmar glanced at the ruins of the Magic Temple. A lavender arcane light pillar had risen from inside. It seemed that Rommath was already casting spells to detect the changes in the magic network. He did not want to disturb this bad-tempered legend. Master, after assessing the current situation, he made his decision.

"We're going on a reconnaissance mission."

"Advisor, this place may be attacked by the undead at any time. Lord Rommath wants us to investigate after everything has stabilized, not now." A mage looked questioning, with the blood elf's signature look on his face. haughty expression.

This makes perfect sense and is not disrespectful in the slightest.

The other two mages stopped after hearing this, staring at Angmar to see how he would react, but there was an undisguised look of scrutiny in their eyes. The female mage remained silent, with the corners of her mouth slightly lowered.

Angmar looked back at the mage who spoke. This high-level mage's name was Quinsas. He probably had a strength of about seventh level. He was about 60 years old and had quite good talent.

He chuckled and said: "As the prince's advisor, I think I should be able to correctly understand Lord Rommath's orders."

This sentence was neither soft nor hard. Angmar just pointed out his identity, leaving Quinsas speechless.

The first level of officialdom is overwhelming, not to mention the fact that he is more than one level older, and he is also a popular person next to His Highness the Prince.

Angmar knew that Quentath, like his two colleagues, would obey his orders and implement them without sparing any effort, because they were all loyal to the prince, but this did not mean that they would Transferring the respect I had for Prince Kael'thas to my younger self, I'm afraid I feel very contemptuous of him in my heart.

The pride of the blood elves is engraved in their bones. As a long-lived race, they have enough capital to be proud of themselves.Whether it is for short-lived humans or for our own young people.

Let’s put aside the pride of being the best in Azeroth’s knowledge base and the glory of Quel’Thalas, let’s just talk about strength.

God has always been fair. He did not give the high elves the super reproductive ability like humans, but allowed them to enjoy a long life of thousands of years under the care of the Sunwell.Although it is not as good as the night elf relatives who were blessed by Nordrassil, who was blessed by the Dragon King, it is not enough, but it is more than enough.

Longevity means a lot of time. The native creatures of Azeroth don't know what attributes are. They only talk about level. Angmar once observed carefully and found that there is not much difference in attributes between high elves, blood elves and humans at the same level. , but the former has more skills.

Because they have plenty of time to hone their magic skills or combat skills, which is an advantage that humans do not have at all.

This is the reason why an aged and long-lived race is much more powerful than ordinary races. Of course, this is just a common phenomenon.The ancestors of human beings are creations of the Titans. This terrifying race can always give birth to people with extraordinary talents. Their achievements in one day are enough to offset thousands of years of hard training by others. This is beyond the scope of discussion.

You said that the blood elf rangers who are skilled in archery have been holding bows for longer than you have been alive. Isn't this nonsense?

So even if he felt that Angmar's strength was similar to his own, Quinsas didn't care at all.Because he has never stopped practicing spellcasting skills since he embarked on the path of arcane magic as an apprentice, and it has been more than fifty years.

In his eyes, Angmar is just a "young man" in his 20s. No matter how talented he is, how can he possibly keep up with his years of hard work?

Unless this guy is a magic genius.

Angmar walked one foot at a time on the ground covered with corpses, and came to the tent where the magic fluctuations were previously detected.

He didn't care about Quel'sas's doubts, nor would he give him any color.These three people are all older blood elves. In such a social environment, being questioned because of their age is only the most trivial issue. There is no need for him to show his fangs because of this.

Angmar couldn't help but smile as he opened the filthy crate.

It won't be long before these three people will admire him with admiration.

Quentath would probably regret having spoken out against Angmar, trying his best to make up for his broken image, and begging him to ask him for spellcasting skills.

The awe of the powerful and the thirst for knowledge are always vividly reflected among the blood elf mages.

"Oh my god" the moment the crate was opened, Orosalia couldn't help but exclaimed, "The Scourge is extracting the remaining energy in the temple to enchant weapons."

Angmar took out the weapons from the crate and put them in front of his eyes to examine them.

This is a light one-handed knife, with a slender blade of about eighty centimeters, a perfectly balanced curve, and a single-sided blade back that is about one centimeter thick. The weight block at the end of the handle is also engraved with the Yonge Ranger emblem.

That's right, this is a standard weapon of the Quel'Thalas ranger force. It is often equipped in pairs. It is made of fine stainless steel and is extremely light. It is very suitable for the ranger's swift combat style.

It can be seen that after acquiring this batch of sophisticated armaments, the Scourge Legion maintained them well, but there was a fishy smell on the shiny blades. It was probably because animal oil was applied on them as maintenance oil.

Moreover, there is a layer of arcane magic flowing on this one-handed knife. It seems to be solidified with some kind of rather crude enchantment, which is better than nothing.

But for today's Scourge Legion, or for the Scourge Legion in Lordaeron, they do not have the same level of strong logistics capabilities as Icecrown Base Camp, and the weapons and equipment they use are all dilapidated. The level of armaments is already of the best quality.

"What do we do with this batch of armaments?" Quinsas asked.

Angmar opened a few more crates and found that they were all filled with such weapons and some pieces of armor that had been dismantled into pieces. There were at least a dozen such crates, judging by the number. The Scourge must have looted an armory somewhere.

He immediately found a one-handed sword with a different shape, obviously much more advanced, and the most outstanding magic attached to it. After examining it for a moment, he hung it on his waist.

Angmar glanced at the ranger who was recovering arrows on the battlefield, and said: "Captain Dagolien will handle this batch of armaments. Let's go and teleport forward while ensuring safety. Half a day is enough for us to reach the Holy Tree. It’s been a long time coming back and forth from here.”