Rise of the blood elves

When Angmar returned to the residence of the blood elf envoys, Rommath was counting the magical books brought from Quel'Thalas.The living room was filled with a mountain of magic books, and there was almost no room to stay on the table, chairs, or sofa.

The books contained in these books are all the pinnacle results of high elves' arcane research, ranging from the profound theory of large-scale portal construction to the basic evocation spell casting essentials. Now they are generously donated by Prince Kael'thas. Aid is given to Dalaran's allies.

Although Dalaran has gathered the best mages in all mankind, its foundation is still slightly insufficient compared to the high elves who have inherited the ancient night elves and have been constantly innovating and specializing in magic for nearly 7000 years.

These valuable research results can be as helpful as an elite army.Because there are a large number of spells in it, which the high elves have continuously explored and practiced in the long-term war with the Amani trolls. They fully meet the needs of war and can just make up for the shortcomings of Dalaran's magic research.

"When you come back, help me sort out the books. Put the spell books in this red bag, and the theory books in the green bag. Remember not to mix them up, otherwise the magic seals with different attributes on them are likely to be mutually exclusive. The arcane energy was disordered, causing a small explosion." Rommath noticed Angmar behind him, said something to him, and continued to sort the books.

For some reason, the prince's most trusted mage looked a little sad.

"These are the most precious treasures in Quel'Thalas." Rommath picked up the stable frame of the arcane structure and stroked its metal cover like he was caressing his lover. His eyes became blurred, "Now Do we really want to give them all away to others?”

"Sir, under the threat of the Burning Legion, there is never anyone else, cough cough"

Angmar put a thick ancient book that was half the size of a table onto the table. It was filled with dust and made him cough twice.

Rommath waved his hand, summoning a breeze to sweep away the dust, and chuckled: "You are always so selfless. I haven't had a chance to ask you yet, why did you give those two artifacts to the Silver Hand and the human bishop? "

Angmar answered without thinking: "Because they all have a noble sense of mission. Dalaran, too, will eventually transcend the shackles of the camp and stand on the front line of defending Azeroth and fighting against evil. Support them. Our career is to support ourselves.”

Rommath sighed: "But there are many people who are opposed to you being so self-assertive. Throw this book into the green bag, including the members of the Silver Moon Parliament."

Angmar took over the discussion on the application of illusion in forest guerrilla warfare and snorted coldly: "Sir, I shouldn't have said this, but you must know that when the race is about to survive, what we need is a leader who is far-sighted and far-sighted. , instead of a group of congressmen who only talk about political interests in an ivory tower, and they only create obstacles for the prince."

"Just like Baron Sutheril." Rommath laughed dumbly.

Angmar nodded affirmatively, "Just like Baron Sutheril, I went to find the night elves, and they will help us restore the vitality of the holy tree."

"Young people like you are always too cynical and despise authority." Romance was still immersed in the topic. The next second he suddenly turned around, his eyes widened, "What?"

"I went to see the Night Elf ambassador, the archdruid of the Cenarion Council: Fandral Staghelm. He gave me a promise that the druid would help us." Angmar had no choice but to put down what he was doing and repeated Read it again.

Rommath looked at Angmar for a long time, as if he had just met him.

"How did you do that? Our night elf relatives have never been so easy to talk to," Rommath suddenly frowned, "Boy, you won't promise them anything, will you?"

Angmar shook his head, "Sir, the night elves are not as rigid and dogmatic as we thought. As soon as they heard that our forest was dying, they immediately agreed to my request, and their concept of arcane magic also changed. I even I feel that by taking this opportunity, we can put aside our prejudices against each other, and the bilateral relationship may enter a new honeymoon period."

"It's not that easy. Ever since they exiled our ancestors, the rift has been unhealable for a long time." Romans curled his lips and stretched out his hand to push back the broken hair that fell in front of his face. As a result, he wiped his head with ashes.

Each era has corresponding cognitions. The Well of Eternity has attracted the attention of the Burning Legion. In fact, even without the "lead" of the upper elf, the demons will eventually invade Azeroth through various methods.Because the magic fluctuations of the Well of Eternity even reach the twisted void at the end of the universe, it has little to do with the "abuse" of the ancient night elves.

For a long time after the War of the Ancients, the surviving night elves felt that their abuse of the Well of Eternity and arcane magic was the culprit that led to the arrival of demons, and thus banned the use of all arcane magic.

This was somewhat due to choking, but judging from that era, it was indeed a normal reaction after suffering bad consequences.

A group of high elves, headed by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, had rebelled against Queen Azshara, but were unwilling to give up the way of magic. They were eventually sentenced to exile by their compatriots, and came to live on the Eastern Kingdom. They began to take the name of high elves. Known to the world.

The night elves don't like these relatives who never learn lessons, and the high elves don't like the rigid and pedantic relatives living on the other side of the endless sea. The differences and estrangement between the two sides have become deeper and deeper over the long years, and it has been difficult to return to each other. alright.

But Angmar always feels that if there is any ethnic group in this world that can be said to have profound understanding of justice, it must be the night elves, because those who believe in the moon goddess Elune, and those who believe in nature, must be the night elves. Rui is so honest.

These relatives will make great allies.

However, even a time traveler like Angmar does not know how to repair the diplomatic relations between the two parties that have dropped to the freezing point. It is too difficult.

Romans suddenly turned his face and said to him in a very serious tone: "I will order someone to report this matter to His Highness the Prince later. You have done a good job, but remember, don't do anything without asking for permission next time." If the author wants to meet with the night elf envoy, you should at least inform me."

Angmar nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, forget about these books. Dalaran will start the summit two hours in advance, so get ready."

At dusk, Angmar arrived at the Violet Fortress with the members of the World Group. Several polite receptionists led them to the short-distance teleportation door in the central hall on the first floor.

The venue was chosen on a platform at the top with a sweeping view of the city.

Since each envoy could only go up to two people, Rommath took Angmar with him. After passing through the portal, the two of them arrived at the top of the tower.

The circular platform at the top of the tower is open-air and empty. It seems that the blood elf envoys were the first to arrive; tables and chairs have been placed on the platform, with flags of various ethnic groups and countries behind them. There are fruits and water on the table; The outer edge of the platform is a circle of beautifully carved fences. In order to prevent someone from slipping and falling, a magic barrier is added as a double layer of protection.

The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the earth, but the sunlight shining on the platform is no longer dazzling after passing through the magic barrier. Standing on the edge of the platform, you can have a panoramic view of Dalaran.

It seems that the weather has improved. The visibility at this time is excellent, the air is clear, and the field of vision is clear.

Looking around, the ruins of the Royal City of Lordaeron on the north shore of Lake Lordaemir looked even more desolate in the bloody sunset.

"Any idea why they started the meeting two hours early?" Romans asked.

Angmar was puzzled, so Rommath pouted towards the ruins of the Royal City of Lordaeron, "The fog has just dissipated. For those who have never faced the horror of the Scourge, they only need to stand here and take a look at the majestic castle." Everything is understood through the ruins of the city, which is far more powerful than words.”

There was a slight explosion of teleportation spells behind them, and the two of them turned around to look.

The night elf envoys also arrived, the archdruid Fandral Staghelm with a green beard and green robe, and a female night elf with an excellent figure wearing a white sleeveless robe.She was like a panther walking through the dense forest, her movements were extremely graceful.

She must be Shandis Yuyue.

Tyrande's adopted daughter, general of the Sentinels, and one of the most powerful and powerful women in the night elves.

After Fandral saw Angmar and Rommath, he actually nodded slightly towards them.

Shandis Yuyue glanced at the two of them lightly, and then turned her attention elsewhere.

The tauren ambassador Hamuul Runetotem appeared next, gave Angmar a kind smile, and then started talking in a low voice with the Archdruid.

But why does his hand keep rubbing his belly?

Slight explosions sounded one after another, and envoys continued to arrive on the platform under the leadership of the Dalaran Master.

Angmar read the list before leaving and matched the names on it with the envoys in front of him.

The Grand Duke of Bolvar Fordragon, who has a strong back and a thick beard, and a gold lion's head coat of arms on a blue background is hung on the chest of the formal suit. Behind him stands a handsome and well-behaved aristocratic young man.

The Grand Duke soon noticed the ruins of the Royal City of Lordaeron across the lake. He looked at it solemnly for a long time and sighed heavily.

When she first saw his name in the list, Angmar was puzzled as to how this important Duke could take time off from his busy official duties to go north. Then he thought about it. The warm-hearted Onyxia The incarnated Countess Katrana Presto is "helping" the Kingdom of Stormwind handle government affairs. With her in charge of all matters, the Grand Duke can rest assured.

I hope that Archbishop Faol will go to the Kingdom of Stormwind and find a way to ask his former disciples about the Blade of the Dark Empire of Sath'ala, so that he will not attract the attention of the black dragon princess Onyxia.

The Bronzebeard Tribe Ambassador of the Kingdom of Khaz Modan came up with the Dwarf Ambassador. When he saw the Wildhammer Tribe Ambassador who arrived first, he laughed and greeted: "Hello, brother."

The two punched each other in the chest, making a "bang" sound, and then hugged heavily.

The ambassador of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras was a frail young man. He didn't talk to anyone and walked to the fence to look at the scenery.

Just as Rommath said, the envoys quickly noticed the ruins of the Royal City of Lordaeron to the north. They no longer whispered or looked at each other quietly, and their expressions became heavy.

"Everyone, welcome to Dalaran."

An old but confident voice sounded from behind everyone. Everyone turned around and saw that Antonidas had appeared in the center of the venue at some unknown time.

The leader of Dalaran nodded slightly to the envoys from various countries and said: "The threat of the Burning Legion is imminent. I have summoned you here for discussion."

He suddenly stopped talking, narrowed his eyes slightly, and fixed his gaze on something, with a very ugly expression on his face.

Angmar followed Antonidas's gaze and saw a huge black crow flying from the distant sky. It quickly came to the front, passed through the magic barrier on the periphery of the platform, and landed on the platform.

After landing, the crow turned around, and smoke rose around him. When the smoke dissipated, he turned into a middle-aged mage wearing a dark cloak, with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"You cannot stop the Burning Legion. The demons cannot be defeated in this land."

Angmar is in shock, why is Medivh here?