Rise of the blood elves

Within Angmar's arcane vision, the holy tree Sath'ala is emitting golden magic energy all over the body in a strange rhythm, competing with the necromantic energy released by the many natural disaster psychics in the periphery. Unwilling to lower his high head.

咚

咚

Unknowingly, Angmar's heart began to beat at the same frequency. It was undetectable at first, but when he realized all this, the only sound in his ears was his own heartbeat.

Everything within the field of vision faded away, the devastated and corrupted forest gradually disappeared, the extremely ugly undead natural disasters disappeared, and the chaotic Dysom construction site quietly shattered like a dream bubble.

As far as the eye can see, there is only one sacred tree that is extremely withered but standing proudly.It was clearly far below the foot of the mountain, but it replaced all the scenery, and kept magnifying, magnifying, and magnifying in Angmar's eyes, heart, and soul.

In a trance, Angmar found himself under a giant holy white tree that stretched directly from heaven to earth. Its intricate root system was deeply rooted in the earth. Intoxicating arcane energy flowed on the thick trunk, and the vigorous vitality shone through the golden light. The almost bright white bark spreads to every corner of Yonge Forest.

There are also many plants growing around it, flowers, trees and vines, which are also extremely beautiful. The breeze rustles, and everyone expresses their surrender and love to the holy tree in a humble manner, seeming to be grateful for its care and protection for thousands of years. .

Yes, it's the queen.The Queen and Loving Mother of Eversong Forest

The crown of thousands of trees, the sacred tree Sas'ala.

Whenever a dazzling golden color passes through the sky and spreads far to the end of the mountains in the south, the sacred tree dances its soft branches to stir up the golden rays.

It's like a young girl caressing her lover who is on the other side but can never be reached. Her eyes are as tender as water, and there is a trace of sadness hidden deep in them, which makes people look at her and feel love.

She deeply smelled the scent of her lover in the distance, and when she glanced at the saplings that had not yet grown up, she put a doting smile on her lips, lightly dancing the branches to stir up the breeze, spreading the energy that combined the essence of nature and the scent of her lover. Go to every corner of the forest, block the cold wind and drive away evil spirits, so that all trees can be blessed by your lover.

Day after day, year after year, the saplings gradually grow into towering trees, one tree at a time, and eventually they become a forest of everlasting songs with birds singing, flowers fragrant, and the sounds of nature singing.

And she is becoming more and more blocked from the sky. The lush canopy has become the home of many warblers and sparrows. One of the thickest branches stretches far to the north, like a girl extending a longing hand to her lover far away.

suddenly

The sky was torn, the earth was polluted, and ugly undead creatures poured out from every corner of the forest. These ugly undead creatures made unconscious grunts from their mouths, filthy saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, and the torn rotten flesh was covered with cloth. Full of festering abscesses, they swarmed towards the sacred tree.

Whether it is vegetation or soil, they are rapidly decaying in their footsteps.

The flowers withered in an instant, and the trees turned into diseased trees infected with the terrifying black and green poisonous miasma. Even the bird that was about to fly, trying to escape death, only flapped its wings twice before falling to the ground and turning into a ball of thin bones.

"no no"

Angmar only felt that his heart was being clenched tightly, and even his breathing was stagnant. When he turned around again, he saw that the beautiful holy tree had disappeared, and only a sick and dead tree trunk was still standing alone. In her original position.

If it weren't for the branch stretching far to the north, Angmar wouldn't have recognized it. This was the former Saas'ala.

Saas'Allah is calling to her lover, to the Sunwell.

But she could no longer respond to her.

forever.

"Hoo, ho." Angmar gasped for air after breaking away from the illusion, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

We cannot let the sacred tree perish and become extinct.

The three of Quinsas all cast doubtful glances at him, "Sir,"

Needless to say, Angmar immediately activated his perception spell and invested four times his mana to forcefully detect the enemy beneath his feet.

Very good, there are no epic level undead, and there are not many high-level elites.

As for Darkan, he may not be here.

Reason told Angmar not to take risks easily, but instinct told him to do so. The victory or defeat was decided in just a moment of confrontation.

"You guys stay here and I'll go down and take a look." Angmar left his magic mark in a concrete form on the land in front of the three of them in order to communicate with them from a distance.

And through this magic mark, they can also see Angmar under the cover of invisibility.

"What?" Orosalia was startled, "What do you want?"

Before she finished speaking, and before her two companions could stop her, Angmar took two steps and jumped down the hill.

His hands lit up with arcane brilliance in mid-air, and the free fall that went straight downwards suddenly slowed down a lot. He slowly floated downwards as light as a feather, and then the light blue luster flowed on the surface of his body, completely disappearing in the air.

"If you find anything, tell me through this," Angmar's voice sounded in the magic mark. "If anything happens to me, you will immediately escape and report the information about this place to His Highness. Remember, His Highness must not be allowed to Let this place be built”

The three of them looked at each other in shock and disbelief. They all looked at the densely packed undead at their feet, and were instantly frightened into a cold sweat.

Isn't this a suicide?

Angmar floated down leisurely, dancing and roughly adjusting its direction in mid-air, just like an octopus.He did not dare to use spells to propel himself, as that would cause the invisibility effect to fluctuate erratically. Even if there was no strong person underneath who could see through his disguise, there would still be a great risk of exposure.

The ground was getting closer and closer, and he finally landed in an area with relatively few undead. As soon as he landed, he used the blood elves' unique agility and ran towards the holy tree at a fast pace.

Undead carrying building materials kept walking past him. One of the ghouls seemed to notice something. He stared blankly at the empty air, and then twitched his "nose" twice.

With a "pop" sound, its facial muscles collapsed due to the overloaded movements. The ghoul's temporomandibular joint could no longer be closed. The chin fell off its ring and its gray tongue slipped out from the corner of its cracked mouth. , hanging leisurely on the chest, with a few broken teeth stuck on it.

This unexpected episode disturbed the ghoul's concentration, and he grunted, ignoring his tongue and jaws, and continued to move forward.

Angmar deliberately avoided those who were relatively strong, or whose bodies were intact so that their sensory acuity did not seem to suffer much loss, and finally came to the undead group that surrounded the holy tree.

A large group of psychics stood behind the undead and used necromancy to suppress the sacred tree Sas'ala.

Her screams became more and more urgent, as if she sensed Angmar's arrival.

"For the Lich King, increase the output." This fanatical voice sounded like a human being. Angmar followed the sound and heard that he was a member of the Cursed Sect wearing a hood and wearing a black dirty robe.

The face shrouded in shadow was extremely pale and covered with festering abscesses, some of which had even cracked and leaked pus, but the man was unaware of it, or in other words, he didn't care at all.

It seems that he is not completely dead yet and is relatively conscious, but he is not far from death.

Angmar discovered that this guy was the strongest among the psychics, and his strength was enough to rival him.

Members of the Cult of the Damned were usually important members of the Scourge in the early days of Lordaeron, often serving as commanders of the lower-level undead soldiers.During this period, quite a few of them were in this half-dead state.

Although the Lich King's spiritual power is extremely powerful, it is not a god and cannot accurately control every undead.It gives orders to the undead, and then the undead will attack other creatures according to instinct and a certain priority.

When the undead face some tasks that require precise movements, such as building buildings, collecting supplies, etc., it is not something that simple bloodthirsty instinct can do.

The Lich King does not have to waste mental energy on such trivial matters. Most of his attention will be on important aspects such as army operations. At this time, he will deal with his psychics or some people with stronger mental power. The generals issue orders, and they control the undead soldiers to perform specific actions.

They are the control units in the Lich King's hive mind control network.

"Newman, it's going to fight back again," another psychic shouted in warning.

Seeing that his colleagues were just gritting their teeth and silently gathering more necromantic energy to attack the holy tree, he yelled: "Are you crazy? This dead tree has even injured the master of Darkan. Stop it now and don't set yourself on fire."

The psychic known as Newman was the one who spoke before. He looked crazy, "No, I can feel that it does not have much energy left. This time I will be able to completely corrupt it and achieve the owner's expectations."

"Newman, no"

Before he finished speaking, the holy tree Sasiala suddenly lit up, and it seemed that the whole world had stopped for a second.

Then a golden halo spread around her, without a trace of fireworks, and the sound was not huge, but it instantly defeated all the necromancy energy beams tied to the tree trunks, and then exploded with a bang.

"boom"

More than a hundred undead surrounding the sacred tree were all completely annihilated by the terrifying magical energy, leaving not even ashes left.

Most of the psychics were killed and wounded in an instant, including the most powerful Newman.

Angmar also passed through the powerful killing light wave without suffering any damage, but the invisibility spell was broken.He was stunned for a few seconds, then came back to his senses and looked around. Before the undead could react, he rushed towards the holy tree.

Now she is only five or six meters tall. After the explosion, the golden trunk of the tree turned even darker, and the strange black-green color began to spread upwards along her roots at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The calls that resounded in her heart became more and more anxious, and Angmar couldn't help but reach out a hand and gently touch her body.

He fell into fantasy again.

But this time there was only Sasiala in the illusion. She was healthy, strong, beautiful and confident. Her branches swayed with the wind. All the words in the world could not describe her grace and beauty. These words came from the mouths of mortals. It would even desecrate her existence.

Angmar couldn't help but feel excited.

This is not love between a man and a woman in the usual sense, but stems from the admiration for one of the most beautiful things in the world.

He sensed in her the familiar smell that he was deeply attached to and intoxicated by, the smell of the Sunwell that all blood elves and high elves were familiar with.

The sound of lightness sounded, and Sas'ara gradually turned into pure golden light, flowing into Angmar's right hand and into his body, and finally disappeared completely.

The sky and the earth are completely white, leaving nothing behind.

But Angmar did not feel heartbroken by the passing of this beautiful thing, because

The sacred tree took on a second life in another form and remained in his body, heart and soul.

From now on there will be no distinction between them.

The powerful feeling that filled his body was just the tiniest thing. Angma heard the singing and singing of Yonge Forest and smelled the fragrant earthy and natural breath.He found that he seemed to be in tune with the pulsating rhythm of Yongsong Forest for a moment.

Just as he was wondering why the illusion was still going on, he suddenly discovered that there were two abnormal energy fluctuations within his perception range that attracted him.

One north and one south.

Joy arose spontaneously, and Angma found that she actually felt like she had "got what she wanted", as if she could finally take steps that had been stagnant for thousands of years and go to a distant place to embrace her close lover.

He looked north.

The energy fluctuations of the Sunwell, or the Sunwell after its destruction, are almost undetectable, and are nothing more than the "corpse" of the Sunwell.Uncontrollable pain and sadness emerged in my heart.

"Ugh"

He looked south again.

Joy drove away the pain and once again took over his heart.The Sunwell did not completely destroy the sacred tree. The last remaining voice in the world is this pleasant and cheerful melody. She seems to be urging Angmar, go find it quickly, go quickly, please.

Anweina.

"Go quickly, there is a powerful magic wave appearing near you." Quinsas's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

In fact, without him having to say anything, Angmar had already noticed that extremely powerful presence and the cold gaze projected on his back.

The illusion passed quickly, and his vision returned to normal. Angmar was surprised to find that the withered holy tree that should have been in front of him disappeared as in the illusion, but in his hand, he held a piece of golden light.

The core of the sacred tree.

He suddenly became alert and immediately activated the teleportation spell. With the blessing of the energy of the holy tree, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"How is it, how is it?" Olothalia asked anxiously, and Ellondan also looked worried. The two of them were not good at spells that enhance the senses.

Quinsas's eyes shimmered as he stared at the foot of the mountain. When he saw Angma activate the teleportation spell and leave, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "He's gone, he escaped successfully, and so did we."

He took a breath, and the terrifying existence slowly raised his head, and his eyes met his.

"Go quickly"

Quinsas hurriedly used his housekeeping skills, chanted a spell quickly, pulled the two of them up and activated the teleportation spell.

Less than half a second after the three people left, a figure appeared on the top of the mountain.

The terrifying magic fluctuations he inadvertently released even vaguely distorted the air around him.He has the appearance of a high elf, his skin is withered and gray, like a mummy buried deep in the ground, and maggots even occasionally crawl in and out of his face, which is extremely disgusting.

He slowly turned his dry eyeballs and looked at the magic mark on the ground.A sneer appeared at the corner of his cracked mouth.

"It's interesting to dare to take advantage of what I have in my pocket."