Rise of the blood elves

Silvermoon City's port is now even as busy as before the natural disaster, and countless supplies are transported back by sea.

The entire dock was a lively event. The berths were full and shouts were heard. Workers boarded the cargo ships to carry boxes of heavy goods, and then sorted them into categories under the command of officials and transported them to other places.

Most of these supplies that alleviated Silvermoon City's urgent needs came from Sunsail Port, the former trade distribution center of Quel'Thalas.

In the past many years, although the high elves intended to draw a political line with their former allies, the two sides still carried out mutually beneficial business transactions.

Sunsail Port is the deep-water port with the largest cargo throughput in the entire Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. It is home to merchant ships, and there are countless cargo stations and warehouses. There are often fresh faces of outsiders there, and you can even occasionally see people from In the far south of the continent, there are greedy goblin traders in Booty Bay.

Previously, because the entire northern region of the Eastern Continent was in flames of war, a large amount of goods ready to be exported overseas were stranded in the warehouse of Yangfan Port.Later, when natural disasters ravaged Quel'Thalas, Sunsail Port was not looted, and the goods stored there naturally became urgently needed valuable supplies.

Even an insignificant spoon may become part of the alloy needed to forge a weapon.

After regaining control of Yangfan Port, the first thing the army did was to transport the ownerless goods back to Silver Moon City to alleviate the dilemma of lack of supplies.

"This batch of supplies will last us a while before we resume production."

Kael'thas stood on a high platform with a panoramic view of the port and said to Angmar beside him.

"Yes, Your Highness." Angmar responded respectfully.

Everything is getting better.

It has been two days since they returned to Silver Moon City, and the efforts of the magisters have begun to bear fruit. After obtaining the readings of the changes in the magic network, the preparations for the construction of the three magic temples in Yongsong Forest have entered the final stage, and only some key special magic devices are missing. Once it is in place, construction can begin.

I believe that the climate in Yonge Forest will soon return to a warm and pleasant state.

"But there are far more serious problems before us," Kael'thas said with a hint of worry on his handsome face, "Demon addiction."

The loss of the Sunwell would be a devastating blow to all blood elves.

It is difficult for people to adapt to the feeling that their blood vessels are no longer filled with magical energy. The feeling of emptiness is increasing day by day. Everyone has symptoms of magic addiction of varying severity, especially among civilians with relatively poor self-control.

Mana crystals became a sought-after commodity, as smoking them was the quickest way to temporarily satisfy a thirst for magic.

Although mana crystals are strategic materials and are firmly controlled by the military, many of them still end up in the hands of unscrupulous black market traders.

Angmar heard that on the black market in Silvermoon City, a piece of mana crystal the size of a fingernail has been sold for a sky-high price of twenty rations. Due to the lack of supplies, Silvermoon City currently implements supply control, and each civilian can receive one ration per day. A ration consisting of two large pieces of hard bread and a few fruits.

It’s not nutritious and it’s hard to eat enough, but what else can you ask for at a time like this.

Women with smaller appetites may be able to barely satisfy their hunger, but it is completely insufficient for a young man of Angmar's age.

By the way, the age span of the blood elves and high elves is very large, but their growth cycle is not long.Like most intelligent humanoid races, they reach adulthood around the age of 20 only physically. Their sexual abilities begin to mature and they have the ability to reproduce, but their fertility rate is extremely low.Then comes the youth period of more than 1000 years, the middle age period of more than 500 years, and then the long old age stage.

As for how long they can live, there are a few long-lived people who have experienced the ancient war 1 years ago.

The late king Anastarian Sunstrider was over 3000 years old. Although he was already somewhat old and frail, he was far from reaching the end of his life.

If the growth cycle of the blood elves and high elves is as long as life, it takes one-seventh or one-eighth of the life length, and it often takes hundreds of years to reach adulthood and have the ability to protect itself, then this fertility rate is extremely high. The lower races had long been wiped out in the war with the Amani trolls.

The growth cycle of all humanoid long-lived races in Azeroth is the same, no matter how long it is, it will not grow anywhere.

Because those races with long growth cycles have long been eliminated by this dangerous world.

Longevity only extends life, but does not prolong the time required for growth in proportion.

Closer to home, even if the rations are barely enough to satisfy their cravings, there are still many people who, in order to satisfy their addiction, endure their hunger, save precious food from between their teeth, and get together to exchange for mana crystals from black market merchants.

Someone once saw with his own eyes more than 30 drug addicts gathered in a circle and drank a mana crystal together.

Of course they ended up fighting, because someone couldn't help but take two more puffs, and the uneven distribution caused a serious bloody conflict, which even alerted the city guard.

The prince was furious, and the black market was wiped out.

The guards arrested many thieves and unscrupulous businessmen, and also uncovered a large number of thieves from the army.

"I hope the things you brought back can help us find a solution to this problem. Let's go." Kael'thas sighed, walked off the platform and walked towards the pier, majestic and full of manners, "You are a member of the tribe again. You've done a great job, Angmar. I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

"This is what I should do, Your Highness." Angmar nodded respectfully.

Along the way, people kept recognizing the prince and saluting him with reverence. Kael'thas responded with a kind smile and nodded to them.

Angmar walked at the same frequency, following Kael'thas half a body away, maintaining a humble posture.

Two days ago, since he brought the core of the Holy Tree back to Silvermoon City, Kael'thas has personally started research with the magisters.

They discovered that the core of the Holy Tree not only contained quite pure essence of the Sunwell, but also had a faint trace of vitality.After injecting magical energy to no avail, Kael'thas decided to take it to the Sunwell Highlands and use the weak magical energy remaining after the Sunwell explosion to warm the core of the Holy Tree to see the effect.

After all, the two have the same origin, so this approach is likely to work.But it is hard to say whether the core of the sacred tree can be rejuvenated.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

"Your Highness."

All the magisters and entourage on the pier saluted Kael'thas one after another. They had been waiting here for a long time.

But His Royal Highness the Prince talked with his youngest advisor on a high platform overlooking the port for nearly an hour before coming over.

They didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction, they just cast a curious look at Angma that was not easy to detect.

It seemed that the young man was very popular with the prince.

"Let's go." Kael'thas waved his hand and took the lead in boarding the Windshear.

The leading magister had a well-placed smile on his face and made a gesture of invitation to Angmar, gesturing for him to go ahead and get on the boat right behind the prince.But he humbly refused, and did not board the ship until all the magisters had stepped on deck.

"Raise sail and leave the harbor," the captain ordered loudly when he saw all the big shots entering the cabin.

The sailors quickly retracted the anchor, untied the cables tied to the dock, raised the sails, and the Windshear sailed slowly away from the port and into the distance.

The effects of the Sunwell explosion are still there, and it is now impossible to teleport to the island of Quel'Danas.

Fortunately, the Wind Shear is the fastest interceptor warship in existence. If there are enough mana crystals to power the sails, the speed can even reach a terrifying 16 knots.

The 300-mile voyage between Silvermoon City and Quel'Danas Island takes less than a day and a night for this ship.

Kael'thas took Angmar into the cabin at the bottom. The four or five sailor cabins below had been opened up and transformed into special cabins to house the core of the sacred tree.In order to ensure that the magic essence and vitality in the core of the Holy Tree will not leak out and decline, it must be sealed with a sophisticated large-scale magic stabilizing device.

Compared with ordinary cabins, this cabin is very large, nearly twenty square meters.In the magic stabilizing device powered by a large number of high-grade mana crystals, there is suspended a golden wooden core as long and thick as an adult's arm. It is constantly trembling and trying to break free. Every time it struggles, there is some golden magic that is concentrated to the extreme. The crystal powder was shaken off and fell to the bottom of the device.

"Your Highness." Romans and others who were guarding the core of the sacred tree stood up and saluted Kael'thas.

Kael'thas walked to the magic device, stared at the wooden core inside and asked, "How's it going? Is the energy in the core of the holy tree still being lost?"

Romance shook his head, "Yes, Your Highness. We have tried various methods, but we can't avoid it. It's even worse."

The moment Angmar stepped into the cabin, the core of the sacred tree struggled violently, constantly moving closer to him, and at the same time making an urgent buzzing sound, as if it was longing for something.

"Well, it's still like this."

Under Rommath's helpless gaze, Angmar walked to the magic device and placed his palm on the crystal wall.The core of the sacred tree immediately leaned toward his palm, floating up and down gently, as if feeling his body temperature through the crystal wall. It no longer struggled or buzzed, and was as obedient as a baby comforted by its mother.

This was not the first time this happened, and everyone looked at Angmar with a wry smile.

"It seems that you will have another task in the future." Kael'thas said helplessly.

Angmar looked at the core of the sacred tree, his heart felt warm, his eyes were full of maternal care that should not appear on a man, and at the same time he devoted part of his attention to checking his attribute panel.Ever since I absorbed the essence of the Holy Tree that day, there was an extra line in the status bar: