Rise of the blood elves

"Of course there are wells. After entering Ambermere, I sent people to count the wells in the town. There were eleven wells in total. Three of them were buried by dilapidated buildings, and the remaining eight can be used. However," Linde, a middle-aged man with a beard, said, "Ever since some people contracted the plague from drinking well water, we didn't dare to drink it unless we boiled the water. Even so, people still occasionally get sick."

Captain Linde sighed, somewhat complaining.

"Captain Linde, have you ever thought about other uses for the infected well water?" Angmar said.

Although he was not a major in science and engineering in his previous life and knew nothing about mathematics, physics and chemistry, as a descendant of a glorious civilization with a long history, he had too much wisdom from the ancients to learn from.

Looking at the confused Captain Linde, Angmar did not give in and said directly: "Captain Linde, I am not a military engineer who is proficient in fortification construction, but I also know that building a defense line with only soil and gravel like you is If it doesn’t work, the undead will easily overwhelm it, and it will be too much work over and over again.”

Lind shook his head and interrupted Angmar: "I also want to build a complete fortification, but we don't have any handy tools."

"I know," Angmar pressed his palm to indicate to the strong man to listen, "Why don't you use water? The weather is so cold now. As long as you pour water on the soil, it will freeze quickly. Build up the soil, pour water, and build up the soil again. There are [-] young and strong laborers who can build a frozen earth wall as high as one person in every gap in the outer buildings of Amber Mill in less than one night."

It is undoubtedly unrealistic to build an earth wall to surround the entire town, but relying only on the existing ruins and using earth walls to fill the gaps, the workload is within an acceptable range.

Linde opened his eyes wide, clapped his hands together, and said loudly: "What a wonderful idea, why didn't I think of it?"

As soon as the idea came up, everyone's thoughts immediately began to diverge and they began to discuss it in all directions.The three of Quinsas are indeed the leaders of the younger generation of mages, and they have derived many feasible plans based on Angmar's ideas.

"Once the earthen wall is built, we can use water to create a slippery ice surface outside the wall, which will definitely cause a great obstacle to those weak resurrectors who are stumbling."

"You can also insert sharpened wooden thorns into the wall. With the intelligence of those brainless undead, they will definitely hit the wooden thorns."

"The excavation site can be chosen directly in front of the earth wall, which can increase the relative height of the wall."

The overjoyed Captain Linde quickly assigned the work, and Captain Lias's blood elf spellbreakers also participated. Some were fetching water, while others were digging earth and ramming walls. It was a busy time.

The process of building the wall did not go as smoothly as expected. First of all, due to tool constraints, the digging work was very slow and there were not enough water buckets.

The only thing that made Angmar relieved was that the eight wells were deep enough and had not been frozen due to the cold wave in the past few days. It seems that as early as the beginning of drilling the wells, the problem of winter water use in low-temperature environments was considered.

Deeper wells are less likely to freeze.Angmar only knew the general principle, which was related to the fact that the air layer in the well prevented the cold air from entering from the outside. As long as it was not cold enough, it would be difficult to freeze.

But for these humans in Azeroth, whose technology is much less advanced than the world he lived in in his previous life, this is a practical rule of thumb.Therefore, in areas like Lordaeron, which is located in the north of the continent and has relatively cold winters, most wells are dug very deep.

At first, some people questioned Angmar's methods and were unwilling to waste their precious energy to participate in such meaningless work.

Half a day later, when people saw that many building gaps and street defense lines had been built with permafrost walls half a person's height using this method, no one raised any questions and they worked harder.

Unfortunately, due to the same lack of tools, the plan of inserting sharp wooden thorns horizontally outside the wall failed to come true, at least in the short term.If you have that time, you might as well make more long wooden spears to supplement the volunteer militia with a worrying number of weapons.

At noon, the sharp whistle of the early warning circle rang over Ambermere.

The undead are coming.

Angmar immediately teleported to the earth wall and watched from afar.The outside of the earth wall is made of solid frozen soil, while the inside is paved with gravel as much as possible to prevent someone from slipping when climbing the wall to fight.

Captain Lias blew the horn of Quel'Thalas, but in fact there was no need to warn him. The busy militiamen and spellbreakers realized the undead attack as soon as they heard the whistle, and they all put aside their work and rushed to the combat position.

He discovered that there were actually a dozen humans driven out of the forest by the undead. When he saw that they were all wearing neat Gilnean-style armor, Angmar couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh".

"Hey, come here," a militiaman shouted, pointing out the originally reserved passage for them.

Angmar ignored these fleeing soldiers and focused entirely on the undead pouring out of the forest.

The undead group all came out of the pine forest within a short time. They seemed to be few in number, only a few hundred.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Now that he was guarded by a frozen earth wall, it should be easy to deal with such a small group of mindless undead.

The three high-level elite mages of Quinsas are also quite terrifying forces.The weaker the enemy, the more afraid it is of the mage's spell attacks.What's more, these are the brainless undead who are treated as cannon fodder and don't even know how to disperse and are tightly gathered together.

Before reaching the earth wall, four blood elf mages, including Angmar, had killed at least two hundred undead.The three admirers of Angmar seemed to be interested in showing off their skills to attract his attention. They had endless spells such as blizzard, fire rain, pyroblast, ice orb, etc., without any regard for the consumption of mana.

Angmar just frowned at this.

The ice surface outside the wall played its due role. The brainless undead with terrible balance skills slipped and fell as soon as they stepped on it. They relied on the number of piles and stepped on the ones in front before they approached the frozen soil wall.

But the scene that happened next made people laugh and cry.

The undead were unable to climb up at all, and were sliding back and forth on the icy slope outside the trapezoidal earth wall. The spellbreakers and militiamen, who were originally facing a formidable enemy, were completely useless. Their weapons were not long enough to reach the undead in front of them.

Angmar kept casting low-mana-consuming spells one by one, but he saw an elite team wearing red-background gold-patterned armor and holding one-handed double blades charging into the undead from the side. As if entering an uninhabited land, the leader The person is none other than Captain Lias.

These fifty lawbreakers demonstrated their powerful combat skills to the fullest, and in less than 10 minutes, they slaughtered all the remaining undead outside the wall.

First, the blood elf mage's dazzling spells were shocking, and then the blood elf spellbreakers showed off their skills. The volunteer militiamen who had been watching the battle were full of praise.

Lind wiped away the putrid pieces of meat that had been blasted to pieces by Angmar's spell and splashed on his beard. He patted the permafrost wall under his feet and sighed: "With your help, it won't be a problem to defend Amber Mill."

Angmar looked coldly at Captain Lias outside the wall, who was raising his arms and cheering in front of everyone. He was furious, and replied with suppressed anger: "Captain Linde, those who attacked us are just scattered undead, or are they... The weakest kind. If Lord Darius Crowley of your country did not attract the undead to the west, Amber Mill would face tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of walking undead."

After the battle, while everyone was cleaning up the battlefield, Angmar took Captain Lias and Quinsas to a deserted place and gave them a sharp reprimand.

"You are a captain, Lias. The most important thing here is" Angmar pointed at his temples with a gloomy expression, "Instead of just relying on blood, we have enough time to mobilize our troops to eliminate this undead. Why? You must break away from the protection and lead the troops to fight alone.”

Captain Lias was still a little unconvinced and retorted: "These weak undead can't hurt us at all."

"Whenever there are casualties, I will not just rebuke you. You have made great contributions in this battle, which is worthy of praise, but I only see your impulsiveness. What if we face ten times the number of enemies next time?" "I just want to take this opportunity to remind you. You have to understand that courage is never a fig leaf for impulsiveness. I don't want to lose any of you, understand." Angmar's tone gradually calmed down.

Captain Lias nodded deeply, "I understand, sir."

Angmar turned to the three of Quinsas again. The three of them were startled. Orosalia was chewing snacks in her mouth, but she didn't dare to move her mouth anymore. She wiped the icing on the corner of her mouth randomly. Staring at the ground beneath his feet, he kept crossing his fingers.

"And you, I don't need to remind you how important mana is to a mage. Your mentor has already taught you countless times. What were you doing just now?"

Quen'thas and Ellondan avoided his gaze, and Olothalia mustered up the courage to respond: "A waste of mana, my lord."

Angmar laughed angrily: "You will only be sorry for yourselves. War is not a child's play. If these hundreds of undead are just cannon fodder used by the enemy to paralyze us, there will be a main force of natural disasters waiting in the woods hiding. When the time comes, you can take What to protect yourself?”

"Yes." Orosalia muttered, secretly putting her fingers into her mouth and sucking off the icing on it.

"Okay, let's go to rest."

After Angmar finished speaking, he found a secluded place and began to think quietly.

The northerners of Gilneas are currently actively trying to save themselves, but their self-organized volunteer militia groups are scattered across the vast land from Greymane Wall to the western border of Hillsbrad Foothills, from Burnwood Village to Ambermere. On the battlefield, there is a lack of unified scheduling, and it is like a piece of scattered sand. They are completely fighting on their own. Who knows when they will crash into thousands of undead groups.

In addition, armaments and supplies are also huge problems

"Sir, you'd better come and see those deserters." Orosalia left and returned.

"deserter"

Orothalia nodded, "Yes, those are the Gilnean soldiers who ran into the town before the war started."