Rise of the blood elves

Ok.

It's really too dogmatic and rigid. What Luo Ning said is indeed correct.

Angmar sighed and was about to stand up to say thanks and leave. Fandral Staghelm turned around and said to him: "But times have changed, and our ideas have also changed. Since the War of the Ancients, the Burning Legion has In fact, they have never given up the idea of ​​destroying our world. This was the case when the incarnation of Sargeras invaded 300 years ago. It was also the case when they bewitched the orcs to invade more than ten years ago. Now, they have launched an undead army with the intention of completely destroying us. Arcane is also one of the original forces intertwined into the magnificent Azeroth. It will certainly attract the attention of demons, but as long as it is used properly, it can also become a weapon against evil. We just do not advocate the unrestrained abuse of magic. Balance is the only basis for the survival of all things.”

Angmar suddenly turned from sadness to joy, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty Archdruid, are you willing to help us?"

Fandral looked directly into Angmar's eyes, his eyes blazing, "Child, I know who sent you, and I also know why your prince sent you to find me. You are very smart and know etiquette well. On that sacred tree Under the influence of the tree, the natural power in your body has indeed minimized my disgust.”

After absorbing the essence of the holy tree Sath'ala, Angmar, who contained strong natural power in his body, knew that he was the best candidate to contact the druids, so he came to see Fandral Staghelm before the official invitation. .

The wisdom accumulated over 9000 years is truly terrifying.Angmar's little thoughts were clearly guessed.

But Fandral made a mistake. He was not sent by Prince Kael'thas.

"I'll put the ugly words up front. The reason why I agreed to your request is for the countless creatures living on that land, including the blood elves. But it's not to create a source of magic power for you to suck from. Don't follow the example of the former Suramar city, let alone regard your holy tree as the magic tree of Arkandor. Do you understand that Sath'ala has a noble soul? She absorbs the magical energy of the Sunwell not to satisfy her own desires. , but spread it to every corner of the Eversong Forest, protecting all living beings like a mother. We can feel this in the Emerald Dream. Otherwise, why do you think Ysera, the owner of the Emerald Dream, allows it to sip it? The natural power of the dream grows until it becomes a sacred tree. Otherwise, why would we druids maintain the connection between Sath'ala and the Emerald Dream for many years?"

"What?" Angmar frowned tightly. It turned out that the sacred tree Sath'ala had this relationship with the Emerald Dream. It actually grew up under Ysera's attention.

Incredible.

But this is unexpected and reasonable.The Emerald Dream is connected to the nature of Azeroth. A unique existence in nature like the sacred tree Thath'ara must have attracted the attention of the Lord of Dreams long ago.

Fandral Staghelm looked at Angmar as if he was looking at an ignorant late-born descendant. He shook his head and said: "My child, there is no doubt that the way of the druid is far more magical than imagined. Go back and tell your prince, The Cenarion Circle will help you, but it may take some time. My mentor Malfurion Stormrage has just awakened, and all our energy is spent on preparing for war. I will submit your request to him. , I believe he will rush to Quel'Thalas himself to check the situation."

Surprises followed one after another, and the archdruid's words revealed several key pieces of information.

First of all, Malfurion had awakened from his long slumber, a long time before the official history, at least before the destruction of Dalaran, the Burning Legion and the Scourge of the Undead brought scourge to Ashenvale and Felwood.

Secondly, it seems that the night elves, a powerful race that has faced the Burning Legion, have a far greater sense of responsibility for the world than ordinary people imagine. When sending envoys, they are already actively preparing for war.

It is foreseeable that even if Archimonde successfully appears in Azeroth and leads his men to attack Mount Hyjal with the intention of getting involved in the World Tree, the situation in the official history that the three tribes' coalition forces hastily responded to the battle should not occur.

The last and most critical piece of information is that Fandral Staghelm will probably not be involved in the healing and saving work of the sacred tree Sath'ala, at least not as a major player.Angmar had earlier worried that he had surrendered to the Emerald Nightmare, thus minimizing the risk of the tree being corrupted.

"Thank you for"

Just as Angmar was about to stand up and salute, he heard the "squeak" of the door opening behind him, and the girl's cheerful and lively voice came at the same time.

"Grandpa, I'm back"

He followed the sound and saw a night elf girl wearing beautiful close-fitting clothes and full of youthful atmosphere, jumping in.

The tight-fitting clothing fully showed off her slender figure, with tight chest and abdominal lines, without a trace of fat, and beautiful roundness and slenderness; she had long pale silver hair that was rare among night elves, and was tied up in a ponytail casually. The back of her head was the same color as her smart eyes.

What a beautiful night elf girl.

As soon as he saw the girl, Fandral Staghelm's serious expression softened instantly, and his eyes narrowed into slits. He said softly: "Istaria, grandpa has guests here. You are so old, why are you so rash? Gotta be like a kid”

Having said that, the archdruid didn't have the slightest reproach in his tone, but was full of pampering.

Only then did Estaria notice that there was another person sitting in the soft chair with a wide back in front of the fireplace.

"I'm sorry." She stuck out her tongue, tilted her head slightly to see Angmar sitting clearly, and her ponytail tilted to one side playfully.

When the "blood elf" saw the latter's pointed ears, her beautiful big eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Angmar with curiosity, completely ignoring the latter's gaze.

"This is my granddaughter Istaria." Fandral introduced with a smile.

Angmar knew the girl's identity as early as when she heard the "Grandpa" sound.

She is the only daughter of Valastan Staghelm and his wife Lyanna, and the granddaughter of Fandral Staghelm. She is the only spiritual sustenance after the loss of his beloved son.

During the Cataclysm, Garrosh Hellscream, then the warchief of the Horde, launched a series of military operations against Ashenvale.

Garrosh's army ruthlessly crushed the night elves' defenses and planted the tribal war flag, representing the supreme glory, into Astrana, the largest settlement of the night elves in the core area of ​​Ashenvale.

It was a massacre, and even the innocent night elf civilians could not escape the butcher's knife of this war madman.

Istaria died in Astrana.

The death of his granddaughter completely pushed Fandral Staghelm to the point of no return. If his previous actions to corrupt Teldrassil were bewitched, then after the death of his last blood relative, this man who had done something to Azeroth The Archdruid, who had made outstanding contributions, no longer had any expectations of the world, and completely turned to the evil side.

But why did Staghelm bring her here?

"I am Angmar Morningstar, deputy envoy of the Blood Elf Envoy." Angmar stood up gracefully and introduced himself.

Istaria burst out laughing suddenly, her eyes wandering on Angmar's shiny green robe, she covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Mr. Deputy Envoy, you are so green."

"Istaria, don't be rude to your guests," Fandral scolded loudly with a deliberately cold face. It seemed that the Staghelm family's family education was still very strict.

But the girl was not frightened by him at all. Instead, she wrinkled her small and cute nose towards her grandfather. Then she faced Angmar with her hands open, her legs slightly bent, and she made an impeccable curtsey and said: "To you Say hello, Deputy Ambassador."

Angmar smiled and nodded in return, "Hello, Miss Istaria."

"Okay, let's go play. Grandpa has important things to talk about here."

Istaria nodded obediently, and after saying goodbye to Angmar, she began to walk towards the door. As she walked, she said: "Grandpa, actually I came to say goodbye to you. They said that a dwarf circus came to Tarren Mill. Tuan, I want to go see it”

"What?" Fandral Staghelm was stunned for a few seconds, then hurriedly waved and shouted: "Come back, don't go outside, it's too dangerous."

"But I really want to go. There are no undead in the mountains and hills of Hills." The girl turned around, her eyes full of tears, her mouth pouted, and her face looked pitiful and aggrieved.

Angmar's heartbeat couldn't help but stop for two beats, and she suddenly felt very surprised.

Valastan died in battle a thousand years ago. His daughter Istaria should be at least a thousand years old, but why does she still look like a girl?

But looking at her skin that can be broken by blows, there is no trace of time at all, making it impossible to doubt her age. Among blood elves, even if she is said to be in her 30s or [-]s, some people will believe her.

Angmar was really puzzled.

Shouldn't it be true that the growth cycles of night elf relatives are relatively long, so they won't grow to this extent.

As soon as the granddaughter launched a pitiful offensive, the Archdruid had no choice but to sigh helplessly and said: "Okay, okay, then let Loganar accompany you."

"Thank you, grandpa." The girl smiled toothily upon hearing this, and even the entire living room lit up. She walked out as cheerfully as when she came in.

Fandral smiled and said: "What a kid who won't grow up."

"Slightly" Suddenly, the girl's head appeared from behind the door, sticking out her tongue and making a face at Grandpa.

"Hahahahahahaha" Fandral Staghelm responded to his granddaughter with the same grimace, and then both grandson and grandson laughed heartily at the same time. The girl left with giggles, and even gave Angmar a sweet smile before leaving. waved his hand.

Angmar felt that his world view had collapsed.

Who would have thought that Fandral Staghelm, who has lived a long life and has always been unsmiling, a high-ranking Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle, would actually have such a side?

He hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty Archdruid, thank you for your promise. It's getting late, so I'll go back first."

Fandral nodded, stood up and walked him to the door.

Istaria did not close the door before leaving. Just as she was about to go out, Angmar felt a shadow covering her body. When she looked up, she saw a huge "thing" blocking the door. Reality.

This huge "thing" wears a rough leather robe decorated with feathers and leaf patterns. Its exposed arms are covered with thick hair. The large knotted muscles contain explosive power. Just the arms are As thick as an Angmar waist.

The big guy held the upper door frame with one hand, then bent down and squeezed in. The huge horn on his head almost poked the two of them, and the two had to take a few steps back to avoid being pierced through the chest by the horn.

Let’s look at the big guy’s appearance, a tauren with a bull’s head and horns, and huge hooves.

Turns out to be a tauren

Angmar was looking at the tauren, and the tauren was also looking at him. When their eyes met, the tauren smiled honestly at him.

"Arch Druid, please forgive me for my presumptuous visit. I am here to see you."

"Is it still the same old problem?" Fandral cast a doubtful look at the tauren, and then began to introduce the two of them, "Deputy Envoy of Angmar, this is Hamuul Rune Totem, the ambassador of the tauren envoy. Ha. Lord Muir, this is Angmar Morningstar, the deputy envoy of the Blood Elf Envoy."

"Hello, Your Excellency, Deputy Envoy." The tauren stretched out a giant hand towards Angmar. Angmar had no doubt that as long as the tauren exerted even a little force, his thin arm would be crushed to pieces.

Even the bones were shattered into pieces.

"Greetings to you, Lord Hamuir." Angmar also reached out and held the tauren's hand.

Unexpectedly, the tauren also sent envoys. At this point in time, shouldn't they be migrating in the barren land, distressed by the attack of the centaurs?

Dalaran is really a well-connected place, and he was able to find them.

And here comes the rune totem of Hamuul, the most powerful right-hand man of the tauren warchief Kane Bloodhoof, the first druid in the history of the tauren. No, Hamuul is not a druid now. According to the normal course of time, Because he met Malfurion at the Battle of Mount Hyjal, he was led to the way of druidry, and quickly showed his talent beyond everyone's expectations, and soon became a member of the Cenarion Circle. Archdruid.

But judging from how familiar Hamuul and Fandral are, maybe the appearance time of the Tauren Druid will also be much earlier than normal history. Could it be that the Tauren were invited by the night elves?

This does make sense. The relationship between the two was forged as early as 1 years ago when they fought side by side in the War of the Ancients. Although the night elves may look down on this "barbaric and backward" race, the Cenarion Circle's Druids must appreciate their respect for nature, and it is normal for them to have some contact with it.

Hamuul held Angmar's little hand "gently" and gently shook it up and down twice.

Angmar suddenly had a question in his heart. Will the future Archdruid be so "gentle" when taking care of the little flowers on the roadside? He would use two fingers to twist the petals very carefully and check them. progress of growth

That kind of action would be extremely inconsistent on such a huge tauren.

"Uh." The older one and the younger one looked at each other for a moment. Angmar looked at the door with some embarrassment and said: "You two must have something important to talk about, so I won't interrupt, but"

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Hamuul suddenly realized that with him standing at the door, no one could get out, and he hurriedly moved aside to let the door open.

With a "bang" sound, the Minotaur's huge body hit the closet firmly. It might not hurt at all to the Minotaur, but for the cabinet designed according to human dimensions, it was devastating.

Then the glassware and jars inside were shattered to pieces.

Hamuul smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand to scratch his head, and hit the chandelier at the entrance of the living room with a "squeak"

The tauren reacted very quickly and quickly caught the falling crystal chandelier. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood there with a wry smile on his face, "This is already the sixth chandelier I have broken. Sorry, Archdruid. "

Fandal couldn't help but laugh when he looked at this big foreign man who had just met but the two quickly became friends.

Even after Angmar left, Hamuul was still struggling with the chandelier, trying to find a way to put it back in place.

"Your Excellency Hamuul, please ignore this chandelier. Have you fallen into your old habits again?" Fandral Staghelm came over with two cups of hot drinks.

After discovering that he could not repair the chandelier, the Minotaur snorted in frustration, placed it on the wall cabinet next to him, then carefully stepped over the broken plates on the floor and walked into the living room.

"Yeah, you know, I can't get used to eating human food, and again." He took the hot drink with an embarrassed look on his face, and finally sighed helplessly, "I have a stomachache again."

As he said that, the tauren's stomach growled.

"I'm going to look for herbs right now. There should be a lot of fragrant vines brought from Moonglade."

"Thank you, please, Archdruid."

Not long after Fandral Staghelm left, there was a crash and the chandelier fell from the closet, shattering into pieces.

Hamuul looked at the shattered chandelier for a few seconds, imagining its original appearance, and then sighed again.

Seven chandeliers.

Three chairs.

Two tables.

A "big" bed that even a tauren child couldn't sleep on.

Oh, and we have to add that closet and those fragile dishes and jars in it.

The tauren shook his head, gestured with his hand to indicate the distance between his head and the ceiling, glanced at the position of other furniture, and then deliberately stayed away from anything that might be damaged by him, and sat down on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

"crunch"

The floor made an ominous sound.

"Oh, no"

Hamuul covered his head in pain, and then the floor suddenly cracked, and broken boards, chairs, carpets, and the tauren on them appeared in the basement used for storage.

Fandral Staghelm, who was rummaging around, was startled and looked at Hamuul in disbelief.

The tauren scratched his neck, then opened his other big hand and curled his fingers towards him.

"Uh hi"