Rise of the blood elves

In the southern mountainous area of ​​the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, where the original sacred tree Thas'ala is located, the natural disaster military fortress Dysholm is under construction.

The undead of the Scourge do not need to rest and act exactly as instructed. They are cold-blooded soldiers and excellent workers.Long-term overloading of work may damage the aging and decaying limbs of some undead, but no one will pity these brainless things.

With thousands of undead working tirelessly to build it, half a month later, the fortress has begun to take shape.

On the foundation of the outer city wall, a solid base flush with the ground was built.

It seems that because of the deep rear area occupied by the Scourge, the construction of defense facilities is not a high priority. The Scourge Legion invested most of its workers in the construction of major buildings.

Several ziggurat towers have completed the construction of the main part. Around each ziggurat tower, there are at least a dozen spell casters, who are lifting some kind of special small piece of crystal brought by the ghoul into the air and connecting it with the ziggurat tower. The suspended crystals at the top of the spiritual tower are combined together.

One of the crystals, already the size of a private house, began to emit an unknown dark energy, and was led into the ziggurat below along a passage invisible to the naked eye.

There is a vast open space in the fortress. The ground here is strangely uncorrupted, in sharp contrast to the surrounding land.

In the middle of the clearing is a huge tree pit. A resurrected high elf is standing on the edge of the tree pit, casting a spell to extract the golden energy at the bottom. Next to him is a lich floating on the ground.

"That blood elf did me a big favor, a big favor." Dalkandra Sil stood beside the tree pit in the middle of the clearing, his dim eyes that had long lost their luster were full of madness.

This is where the sacred tree Sasiara grew, but now she has disappeared, leaving only the tree pit once occupied by a huge root system, and the residual essence energy left inside, which dyed the tree pit golden yellow.

Energy that can be harnessed.

Ever since he took refuge with his master in Alsace, his master, the Lich King, had given him profound undead knowledge that was unimaginable during his lifetime.

Instead of punishing Dar'Khan for his previous petty theft, Master Arthas allowed him to absorb the energy of the Sunwell that was contaminated by the "Mentor" after killing him and resurrecting him.

Now it seems that everything is worth it.

Immortality and power, no matter which one, Darkan is obsessed with.

Dar'Khan contributed all the information about the sacred tree Sath'ara to his master. This sacred tree grew under the influence of the Sunwell and contained extremely powerful magic.

Originally, he thought that if he could successfully corrupt it, Master Alsace would be generous and reward him again, allowing him, the natural disaster commander who was originally in charge of this fortress under construction, to become the keeper of the holy tree.

Then he can drink the magic from it without restraint.

However, the tenacity of the sacred tree Sath'ala far exceeded Darkan's expectations, and the corruption work has made no progress.At that time, he had a feeling that even if Sasala self-destructed, he would never bow to him.

Until that audacious high elf, no, the former compatriots had already renamed themselves blood elves and took away the essence of the holy tree.

Darkan was furious at first, but after calming down, he made a new discovery, and the things he had suspected not long ago were also answered:

After the destruction of the Sunwell, he returned there immediately to check on the situation.

During his long career as a magister, until he became a high-ranking member of the Silver Moon Council, Darkan never relaxed his research on the Sunwell, so he soon discovered an anomaly: according to calculations, even if the Sunwell Even if the well is completely destroyed, it should not be left with just an "empty shell". At least there should be considerable essence energy remaining.

Someone must have stolen something that was rightfully his.

But who could be faster than him? He took the risk to teleport as soon as the aftermath of the explosion dissipated.

In the chaotic energy flow, Darkan discovered the clues left by the thief. Just a spellcasting wave that was about to dissipate contained a huge life force that disgusted him to the extreme.

What kind of existence would this thief be?

Darkan pinned his hopes on the sacred tree Sas'ala, and the meaning of corrupting it was not just to win the master's gift.Through the close connection between the Holy Tree and the Sunwell, the whereabouts of the remaining energy of the Sunwell will surely be found.

So he devoted himself to the work of corruption with greater enthusiasm, either patrolling the land of ghosts, or personally starting the corruption beside the holy tree.

But the problem is still the same. The Holy Tree is too tenacious. Every attempt of Darkan has been thwarted. He is even often counterattacked by the Holy Tree. If he is not careful, he will be injured. His psychics, More than half of them have been killed or injured as a result.

How to prevent the holy tree from being wiped out in a self-destruction while also allowing it to be corrupted smoothly is the most troublesome problem.

Half a month ago, when he returned from his inspection, he watched helplessly as the blood elf stole the essence of the holy tree.

Darkan later discovered that some of the roots of the sacred tree had not disappeared.The most important thing is that these residues have separated from the main body and can no longer resist his necromancy spells.

As he gradually brought the remnants of the Holy Tree under his control, his connection with the Sunwell became deeper and deeper; his perception of the essence that the thief had stolen became clearer and clearer.

just in the south

"Darkan, how's the progress?" The lich's cold and ethereal voice sounded beside him.

Darkan turned around after hearing this, with a terrifying smile on his cracked lips, "Don't worry, my friend, I will be able to determine the search range soon."

He didn't like this lich named "Drayden".

During his lifetime, the Lich was a member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six and was captured by his mentor Kel'Thuzad. No one could survive the soul-rending torture of the Dread Lord for long, so he became what he is now.

A true slave.

When facing this kind of guy, Darkan always has a strange sense of superiority.He is also a slave to his master, but he does so voluntarily.

"Can you really trace the location of the essence of the Sunwell through this energy?" The Lich stretched out his finger and twirled it toward the bottom of the pit. His fingertips were stained with a hint of golden color. He put it between his nose and smelled it. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's too weak. I don't have any hope."

Darkan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the lich for a while.

After reporting to his master that he could find out the whereabouts of the essence of the Sunwell through the remnants of the Holy Tree, he sent Drayden to monitor his work. Darkan dared not speak out about this.

He felt that his master did not trust him.

Darkan turned around and said sarcastically: "Lich, I devoted almost all my energy to the research of the Sunwell during my lifetime. Instead of wasting all my time on political battles like you."

"Of course, you are the expert in this field. Please find out the whereabouts of the essence of the Sunwell as soon as possible so that we can report to the master. Do you need my help?" The Lich was unmoved and his tone was very calm. "I once He is a politician, but he is also a strong warrior who stands proudly throughout Dalaran."

We hum, who and you are we

Lich, you can't even think of taking any credit from me.

Darkan looked displeased and gritted his teeth, just in time to bite out a fat maggot that had passed through the hole in his cheek and crawled between his teeth.

The pieces hanging with juice fell down the broken throat and esophagus into the riddled stomach, and some flowed along the cracks into the abdominal cavity. In the end, he activated his magic power and burned them all.

"I don't need any help. I told you I'd get it soon."

Suddenly, the residual energy of the Holy Tree that poured into his body seemed to have reached a critical point, and Darkan instantly sensed three entities closely related to the Well of the Sun.

One in the north, two in the southwest,

It is impossible for the blood elves to take the core of the holy tree far away from the country. The one in the north is the last remnant of the holy tree.

The two fluctuations in the southwest almost coincide with each other, one is strong and the other is weak.The weak one is definitely the blood elf kid who stole the essence of the holy tree, the strong one is definitely

Nature is the essence of the Sunwell

Boy, you stole something that rightfully belonged to me, and I won't let you steal it a second time.

"Did you find anything?" Lich Drayden noticed something strange about Darkan, turned around and asked, the rune chains on his body making a clanging sound.

Darkan glanced at Drayden and did not answer. Instead, he immediately sent out thought waves along the mental network and reported to Master Alsace.

Master, I have found the whereabouts of the essence of the Sunwell. Someone is coveting this power near you. Please send someone to search as soon as possible.

At the same time, just south of Andorhal, at the junction of the Western Plaguelands, the Alterac Mountains, and the Hillsbrad Foothills in the Andorhal region

Arthas and Kel'Thuzad were in front of the advancing Scourge army.Behind him are the dark and ugly undead, covering the mountains and plains in countless numbers.

Several tall, terrifying demon kings with bat wings on their backs were walking in front of the two of them, talking to each other.

"Azeroth is still aware of our existence. This is indeed a troublesome matter." The leader of the Dread Lord said.

Another responded with a deep voice, as if it had been ringing in the chest for a long time: "It won't be much more troublesome than before, Lord Tichondrius. I have ordered all the undead in Lordaeron to move to Silverpine Forest. They will Attack Dalaran from the rear. No matter how good this magic city's defense is, all its strength will be exhausted by our attack regardless of consumption."

Tichondrius's eyes, glowing with evil green energy, were fixed on the snow-capped mountains on the right. His sight seemed to penetrate the Alterac Mountains and see the human city where many powerful warriors gathered.

"No, Varimathras, what I'm worried about is that these mortals will realize our purpose and move the Book of Medivh in advance. It will be difficult to find it again. Now we are facing more than just humans. . According to the original prediction, we will not face resistance from all of Azeroth until Master Archimonde and the main force of the Legion appear. However, by then we can catch them by surprise and eradicate the new Well of Eternity. The World Tree, using the New Well of Eternity to open the portal to summon our supreme leader. But now, we may be caught off guard." Tichondrius said.

The remaining Dread Lords fell into silence.

"I really regret not torturing that mage for a while longer." Varimathras said softly, as if he was talking about something as commonplace as eating and drinking.

Arthas, who was following several powerful demons, suddenly blinked, and then quickly started to communicate with his lieutenants on a mental level.

The Lich King's spiritual network allows the most powerful undead to communicate with each other without being noticed by outsiders.

It is precisely because of the undetectability of this unique thinking communication ability that the Burning Legion sent the Dreadlord to monitor the Scourge. The Lich King Ner'zhul grew too fast. Kil'jaeden had long realized that he had not separated from himself. The dangers of control.

"Darkhan has found the whereabouts of the Essence of the Sunwell. It is in the north-central part of the Hillsbrad Hills, with Tarren Mill as the center and a radius of no more than a hundred kilometers." Arthas and his adjutant Spiritual communication channel.

Kel'Thuzad remained calm and responded in his heart: "The giant tree named Sas'ala was originally impossible to use for my natural disaster, but unexpectedly things turned around. Darkan did a good job."

"I will send an elite team to go"

Lich King Ner'zhul's terrifying voice sounded like it was coming from the Nine Netherworld Prison, instantly resounding in the minds of the two "people".

"Master, what instructions do you have?" the two "people" asked in their hearts.

"Yes, Master."

After answering respectfully, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad looked at each other, and then continued to move forward behind several Dread Lords as if nothing had happened.