Rise of the blood elves

After leaving the Lord's Mansion, Angmar went to the garrison camp near the refugee camp, handed another stone to Major Warren, and asked him to send patrols to inspect the area near Anweina's house from time to time. Once an abnormality was discovered, the rune stone would be triggered. .

Angma lied that Anweina was his close lover, and that he could not be with her all the time because of his important position. He just wanted to provide her with all-round protection in such a war-torn era.

Major Warren admired Angmar's calm and effective command during the arduous defensive battle before the Holy Light Monastery was evacuated and saved hundreds of soldiers, and he was very happy to help.Although he was surprised by the cross-racial romance between the two, he didn't think anything of it and agreed wholeheartedly.

Angmar followed the location of the rune stone and came to Anweina's house, setting up multiple warning circles nearby.

Finding that Anweina was at home, he hesitated for a moment and knocked on the door.

It was Anweina's "mother" who opened the door, with an unusually stiff and kind smile on her face. Like all hospitable and simple farmers, she welcomed him into the house, and then went to prepare the entertainment.

Istaria was mending clothes with Anweina. She was distracted after seeing Angma. She pricked her finger with a sewing needle. Her eyes soon filled with mist, and she lifted her finger with a look of grievance. Holding it in my mouth, I almost cried.

"Are you really not willing to go back with me?" Angma asked Anweina.

Anweina put down her needle and thread and did not answer.

At this time, Anweina's "father" also came out of the back room, and smiled honestly: "He is Anweina's friend. Hello, hello, please come in."

Angmar looked at Anweina's "parents" expressionlessly and said to the girl: "Anweina, you are no longer the person you used to be. You should have noticed that they are just phantoms transformed by magic. "

"Please," Anweina squeezed her father's hand tightly, her eyes full of pleading, "I just need a little time."

"Okay, I will pick you up in a month." Angmar sighed, turned around and pushed the door open.

Krasus's perfect disguise made Anweina completely unable to accept the changes that had happened to her.But she is free, and Angmar will not force her to make decisions against her will.

According to the normal course of history, no one would notice Anweina's existence at this time. If she needs time, Angmar will give her enough time.

Dalaran sits on the vast fertile plains on the south shore of Lake Lordamre. There are open waters to the north to block incoming enemies; there are the barrier-like Alterac Mountains to the east; and to the west and south, there are impassable mountains. It is said to be easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Angmar played the role that a butterfly should have. The airflow turmoil caused by flapping its wings had intensified under inertia, and finally developed into a historical storm that affected two continents and affected many races.

The wheels have turned, and all the tribes of Azeroth have gathered in Dalaran to work together to fight against the evil forces who want to destroy the world.

But it is still unknown whether the Burning Legion and its minions of natural disaster will return in defeat here and completely draw the end of the Third War.

After returning to Dalaran, Angmar discovered that there were only a few remaining personnel at the mission station, and the rest were all missing.

A young steward told Angmar that Rommath and most of the envoy members returned to Quel'Thalas as early as noon to report to Prince Kael'thas.Because the summit is progressing so fast, many of the original plans cannot keep up with the changes, and preparations must be made in advance.

Rommath left a message, asking Angmar to return to Quel'Thalas to meet the prince as soon as he returned.

So Angmar had to return to the teleportation network node on the Krasus platform.

"Silver Moon City, thank you."

Having traveled back and forth between the two places countless times, Angmar has long been familiar with the usage fees of the portal, and even knows how much profit can be left after excluding the cost of materials.

Today is the turn of the kind teleporter with a bald head and a fat body. Seeing Angmar who had just returned through the teleportation gate, he was about to leave again. He cast a spell and shook his head: "Mr. Blood Elf, no matter how busy you are, you have to do it." Take care of your body."

Angmar smiled helplessly, and when the portal was formed, he stepped in.

Continuous use of the portal in a short period of time will produce an uncontrollable sense of trance, as if the body has reached the destination, but the consciousness is still at the original place, making you feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

Angmar closed his eyes, feeling that the whole world was spinning. He paused for a long time, and was finally awakened by the noisy shouts in his ears.

"Move everything over there"

"Leave a way, let a way"

Standing in the teleportation guidance array located on the high platform in the south of Garden Market, you can have a panoramic view of the city from a high position.

It was almost dusk, and the sun was shining in the urban area of ​​Huayuan Street, dyeing the white military canvas tents and the elegant white stone pavement golden yellow.

Long before Angmar left, the relatively well-preserved Garden Street urban area was used as a military area to train new recruits. The barracks were spread out, almost filling the urban area, with at least seven to eight thousand recruits receiving training inside. The most basic military training.

However, the sight before him puzzled him greatly.

A long line of human workers, pushing carts carrying heavy supply boxes, came from the northeast.The instructors immediately stopped training, greeted the recruits loudly, and helped the human workers unload the supplies and pile them into the military camp.

Angmar quickly walked down the high platform, found a guard standing guard on the road, and asked: "Where did these humans come from?"

Over the red robes of the guards, they wear breastplates with golden patterns, and hand and shoulder guards of the same style, showing their majesty.

Finding that Angmar looked very young, the guard's tone became casual: "You must have just returned to Silvermoon City."

"Yes." Angmar nodded.

"They are all from Kul Tiras. There is a whole fleet, including more than a dozen large cargo sailing ships, loaded with supplies, from food to armaments, everything" the guard said in a "No wonder it is so" He looked at Angmar with his eyes, then pointed at the human worker, and continued: "No, it's been unloading all afternoon, and it's not finished yet."

Angmar is still puzzled. The Kingdom of Kul Tiras is far south of the Hillsbrad Foothills, isolated overseas, and has nothing in common with Quel'Thalas.The only exchanges between the two sides are limited to civilian merchant ship owners engaged in trade. Why are they suddenly sending aid to the blood elves?

The guard turned sideways and asked mysteriously: "Do you know why those sea people are so kind?"

Angmar blinked and asked: "Why?"

"I heard that he is the youngest advisor to our prince. He helped Princess Jaina of Kul Tiras. He sent these as a token of gratitude. Do you think he is powerful?" the guard said with a proud look on his face. It's as if he is the hero of the story.

"Oh, it turns out it's so powerful. It's really amazing." Angmar extended his thumb and praised loudly.

Although he said this, in reality he was confused and couldn't figure out what he had done to allow Jaina to generously send so many supplies.

Calculating the time, based on the distance from Kul Tiras to Quel'Thalas, these cargo ships probably set off more than a month ago.

Could it be because of that long late-night conversation, Angmar thought.

"More than that, he's awesome." The guard snorted arrogantly, putting his hands on his waist and shaking his body, "You don't know how many feats our Lord Angmar has done."

"Uh, how much?" Angmar suppressed a smile and catered to the guard.

"Have you heard of Stromka?" the guard said, but before Angmar could answer, he waved his hand and continued on by himself: "Forget it, you must have never heard of Lord Angmar. The artifact brought back is said to be "

Angmar patiently listened to the guard explain the origin of Stromka in detail, and then commented on the importance of this artifact to the blood elves. He talked for several minutes.

"General Salorian used this artifact to lead the Sunfury Legion against the trolls of Torvasa. He was unstoppable." The guard became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, beaming with excitement. "I also heard that Lord Angmar had I had the opportunity to bring back another artifact, but I chose to share it with my allies.”

Angmar became serious and asked: "What do you think?"

"How else can we look at it?" the guard curled his lips, "Why would you give the artifact to those pedantic human paladins? Isn't it stupid?"

"but what"

"He is strong because he is far-sighted and thinks differently from ordinary people like us. No wonder he became the prince's most trusted advisor. A few days ago, the Knights of the Silver Hand heard that we are also training paladins. Without saying a word, a large number of instructors were sent to assist us. They said: Thank you Angmar for your contribution to our just cause. No matter what the attitude of the alliance's top leaders is, we will do our best to help the blood elves get out of the predicament.

That's all. Yesterday, a priest from the Holy Light Church of the Kingdom of Storm came, claiming to be the envoy sent by Archbishop Benedictus. You don't know how grateful that guy is to our Lord Angmar. He said that the Church of Stormwind Kingdom is very willing to help us."

The guard was amazed and said in admiration: "What did Lord Angmar do to win so many allies for us in one fell swoop? I haven't finished talking yet. Our night elf relatives who are as stupid as old antiques also sent us yesterday. More than a dozen druids have come, saying they want to help us restore the vitality of the Sacred Tree Sas'ala, right? You know this, right? The Sacred Tree Sas'ala was also recovered by Lord Angmar, let me tell you."

"I know, I've heard about it a long time ago." Angmar hurriedly interrupted the guard, otherwise he would have continued to ramble on.

He thought to himself that it seemed that a lot of big things had happened in Quel'Thalas during the few days he had been away.The seeds that were planted before seemed to bear full fruit.

The guard was still intoxicated with his story and murmured: "It is a great blessing for our clan to have such a person. Gee, it would be great if I could be transferred to his side as a personal guard. I really want to see it. , what kind of demeanor is the role model of the younger generation of our clan."

"Is Lord Angmar really that famous?" Angmar scratched his face in embarrassment.

The guard glanced at him and said earnestly: "Young man, if you have nothing to do, go out for a walk and gain experience. Now you go to the street and pick up anyone. Who doesn't know Angmar's name? I think you are quite old. Why? Compared with others, at your age, they are already the prince's most trusted advisor, there is no comparison, there is no comparison."

I am really that famous. Angmar rubbed his head and giggled. He had been running around outside these days. He had no time to pay attention to these things. Even though he thought the guard was bragging, his vanity was still greatly satisfied.

"Salorian"

"Salorian"

"Salorian"

In the direction of the city gate, there was suddenly a wave of cheers that overwhelmed the other waves. People were constantly being attracted towards it, making it noisy and chaotic.Even the recruits who were carrying supplies couldn't help but put down what they were doing and ran over.

Angmar glanced curiously, but because his field of vision was blocked, he saw nothing.

A city guard walked over quickly, patted the guard who had just bragged with Angmar, and said, "Come on, General Salorian has returned victorious, why don't you go and see it?"

The bragging guard grabbed Angmar's arm and said, "Let's go and show you the world."