Rise of the blood elves

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Angmar Morningstar.

In the northern part of the Eastern Continent, this name is known to everyone.With the beginning of the Third War, this young blood elf became more and more famous, and his greatest achievement was undoubtedly the elimination of the rifts between the various races, allowing them to unite under the same banner to fight against the darkness.

Three months ago, Angmar Morningstar, who had just become the Grand Magister of Quel'Thalas, mysteriously disappeared while on a mission to the Kingdom of Stormwind.

No one knew what Angmar had gone through in the past three months. They only knew that when he returned he was completely different from before, riding a black dragon that had just been subdued.

When people learned that this black dragon was the daughter of Deathwing named Onyxia, she had also controlled the government affairs of the Kingdom of Stormwind for the past 13 years, leading the southern lion to participate in the coalition of various races, and gradually exerted influence When the news spread to Countess Katrana Presto in the North, the shock in her heart was so intense that it couldn't be more intense.

Under Onyxia's identification, various ethnic groups arrested batch after batch of criminals who committed anti-racial crimes.Including Bard, who assassinated the former leader of the remnants of Lordaeron, as well as a large number of high-level officials from various ethnic groups and countries.

Not only were they surprised that the Black Dragon Princess had corrupted the core of their own rule without anyone noticing, the leaders of the various clans also felt quite lucky.

If Angmar hadn't returned in time, not only would the blood elves and Dalaran be severely damaged, but what happened in the Kingdom of Stormwind would also be played out in all races and countries in the Eastern Continent.What's even more frightening is that the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, the son of Llane Wrynn, known as the Great Army of the South, will also encounter unexpected events.

Although the fleet envoy to Theramore was attacked, fortunately Angmar stopped the tragedy in time. Varian Wrynn was not injured, but was slightly frightened, and was escorted by Theramore. Return home to rest.

Since the orcs of Kalimdor were preparing for war with Theramore and the night elves, preparing to once and for all deal with the Qiraji, who had become more and more aggressive recently, the signing of the peace agreement was left in limbo.

The defense line on the south shore of Lake Lordamere.

A middle-aged blood elf holding a wax-sealed government document in his hand and wearing the uniform of a royal advisor hurriedly walked over. His eyes crossed the defense line full of trenches and traps, and he scanned the river beach for a long time. Finally, he found the target and walked away quickly. past.

"Where is His Royal Highness?" Still far away from the team of royal guards, the middle-aged academic elite began to wave the letter in his hand, "Government documents from Quel'Thalas."

"Lord Saladre." The guard captain saluted respectfully, and then pointed towards the river beach. The middle-aged blood elf known as "Saladre" followed the direction pointed by the other party and squinted his eyes.

The tall prince, dressed in regular clothes, stood by the water.Next to him, there was a blood elf who was nearly a head shorter than him but had white hair.The two of them seemed to be talking about something. His Royal Highness sometimes nodded and sometimes looked like he was thinking.

"Who is that person?" Saladre couldn't help but ask.

"The Great Magister."

"Why, Angmar has been missing for a long time?" Saladre said in surprise. Looking at the white-haired blood elf next to the prince, it was difficult to reconcile this person's image with the former prince's adviser who had worked with him for several years. Gemma linked together.

News of Angmar's return had not yet reached Quel'Thalas, and the royal advisor knew nothing about it.

"I just came back this morning and have been talking to His Highness the Prince over there for several hours."

Perhaps he was tired from standing for too long in full-body armor. The guard captain looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He relaxed his posture as straight as a benchmark, leaned into Saladre's ear, and whispered: "Lord Saladre, do you know that when the Great Magister just returned, it caused an uproar."

Saladre couldn't help but become interested. He glanced at the government document in his hand and thought that he would have to wait for His Highness the Prince to sign it anyway. "Let's talk about it."

“You’d never guess”

At the same time, at the river beach.

After listening to Angmar's story, Kael'thas shook his head and sighed: "I can't believe that these short three months are actually a long 130 million years to you."

"I find this unbelievable as well," Angmar replied with a smile.

Kael'thas stared at the water, lost in thought. After a long time, he suddenly turned his head to look at Angmar and asked, "So you are the prophet who haunts the ancient legends of Quel'Thalas like a ghost. It’s all true.”

Angmar was noncommittal.

Kael'thas laughed dumbly, looked up at the sky and said: "Then what should I call you? Are you the great prophet who guided my ancestor Dath'Remar to the east and founded the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, or are you following me? Here’s my little consultant.”

The countless things he experienced at the end of the time-disordered universe flashed before Angmar's eyes. He sighed: "Nothing in this world makes me feel more relieved than returning to my home land. I am still me, Your Highness. I am the Prophet and I will always be the Morning Star of Angmar."

Kael'thas laughed heartily.

After the laughter subsided, he took a deep breath, his expression became solemn, he turned slightly, put his right hand on his chest, and said with great solemnity: "Whether you are a prophet or my most trusted advisor, I must Say thank you for all you have done for Quel'Thalas and for our people."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the two figures were stretched very long.

"After Onyxia's conspiracy was revealed, the war between us and the Forsaken was avoided. In addition, I heard that the night elves in Kalimdor are also preparing to launch a war against their worms. Regarding the current situation What do you think about the situation?”

"I will go to Sylvanas and explain this to her. The coalition forces only need to concentrate on preparing for the Northern Expedition. After Ahn'Qiraj successfully recovers, the tribe, night elves, five-color dragon tribe, ancient guardians and their creations will , will join us in the Northern Expedition to completely end the Scourge."

"I hope we can successfully end the Lich King."

Angmar smiled, "Your Highness, compared to the grand war that took place at the end of the universe and spread across countless star fields, everything in Azeroth is just a little ripple on the water. Our real journey is far away. In the sea of ​​stars.”

The land of ghosts is a land troubled by disasters.

Once upon a time, the high elves lived in this land without any worries.The runestones in the south, as well as the Bandinor Barrier that protects the entire border of Quel'Thalas, protect them from all outside intrusions.

But during the Second War, the orcs invaded here.The enslaved red dragon burned a large area of ​​forest with flames, killing and wounding countless people.Just over ten years later, the iron hooves of the Scourge once again broke through the gate of Quel'Thalas, completely destroying this extremely glorious magical country, and completely reducing the southern Eversong Forest to a dead place, reducing it to the lifeless place it is today. It exists, a ghostly place where the souls of the dead wander without rest.

Years ago, most of the undead here were lost on the island of Quel'Danas due to the wrong decisions of Dal'Candra Sil, who controlled this place under the orders of the Lich King.In the mountains to the south, the undead fortress named Dysom, built under the leadership of Darkan, was completely razed before it could play its due role.

Time passed to the beginning of this year. As the Lich King was severely damaged, Arthas moved to rescue him. The civil war in Lordaeron greatly weakened the Scourge's control over the wandering undead. The blood elves finally took the opportunity to come out with all their elites. , wiped out the insignificant wandering undead remaining in the land of ghosts, and completely recovered this area.

Unfortunately, the blood elves were unable to find a way to completely eliminate the corruption, so they had to arrange manpower to patrol here and continue to carefully eliminate the undead that had been missed before, hoping that one day the land could be restored to life.

Walking on the path leading to Windwalking Village, the hatred in Sylvanas's heart surged like a surging wave.

"My Queen, I still think that we should not go deep into the territory of the blood elves like this. This may be a trap." Nathanos Blightcaller, who was following her, was still trying to convince the Banshee King.

And those other followers

She always accompanied the ranger general of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas during her lifetime. After her death, she was resurrected as the dark rangers who still chose to follow her after being rescued by Sylvanas.The selection was completed not long ago, the most loyal to the Banshee King, the terrifying guards who are also the most skilled in martial arts among the Forsaken, as well as the Forgotten mages who teleported them here.

They all had the same worries and looked at Sylvanas worriedly, hoping that the Banshee King would change her mind and stop taking risks. After returning to the Undercity and occupying the capital of Lordaeron, the Banshee King A new name for the city.

"Stay here." Sylvanas ordered briefly.

"What?" Nathanos was stunned. "No, you can't be alone."

Sylvanas suddenly stopped, looked back at her most loyal subordinate, and repeated without emotion: "I said, stay here."

Nathanos hesitated for two seconds and bowed to accept the order.

Sylvanas continued towards Windwalk Village and towards her home.

She didn't want to come, but after Vereesa's repeated requests, she came anyway.She succumbed to the thoughts that filled her heart with longing for family affection and warmed her cold mind uncontrollably, making her feel

Nausea.

hate.

And suffered deeply from it.

But she still came.

In the tense situation between the Forsaken and the allied forces of various races, and the blood elves, his former compatriots, he ignored the dissuasion of his subordinates and came to the enemy's territory alone with only a small number of followers.

The last time we met was through the matchmaking of that little blood elf named Angmar Morningstar.At that time, Sylvanas decided to cut off all ties with Vereesa from now on and never be trapped by family ties again.

But yes, she still came, and she didn't know why.Maybe it’s really difficult to cut off the last trace of concern.

From a distance, she saw the familiar figure at the entrance of Fengxing Village.

Vereesa Windrunner, the third eldest sister in the Windrunner family, her sister was standing there, wearing a long and wide dress, with her long silver hair tied into a ponytail behind her head, without any The entourage quietly waited for her arrival.

She is still as beautiful as ever, Sylvanas thought.

Immediately afterwards, a strong feeling of nausea emerged in her heart.For her, family love has long gone.The rest of her life will be dedicated to destroying the Scourge and avenging Arthas.She is the Forsaken, the leader of a community of thousands of freed undead who share the same hatred for the Lich King and Arthas.And family affection is undoubtedly the most important thought that makes her vulnerable.

She is the Banshee Queen.

A person who is drifting away on the road of revenge has no family affection and should not have it.

The moment she saw Sylvanas, Vereesa was overjoyed and quickly came to meet her. However, she was frightened by her sister's extremely cold expression and stopped in the distance and hesitated.

"Tell me, what are you doing with me?" Sylvanas crossed her arms and asked emotionlessly.

She noticed that her sister's long skirt seemed a little abnormally wide, and Vereesa didn't like to wear such a long skirt that was too baggy.It should be said that no one likes this kind of clothing among the three Windrunner sisters who have spent their entire lives galloping in the golden forests of Quel'Thalas.

Before Vereesa could answer, she added: "If you think you can mediate the war between the Forsaken and the Allied Forces, you are wasting everyone's time. Go back."

Thinking of this, she felt furious.

And this anger has been unknowingly combined with the stupid view of the living.Those stupid coalition leaders actually regarded the Forgotten as their enemies just because of the instigation of a countess from the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Sylvanas knew that the Forsaken were indeed the coalition of races, or the enemies of all living people.Because life and death are separated, there is no possibility of peace between life and death.

But it shouldn’t be now

It was because of the actions of those foolish leaders that the Forgotten Ones were unable to successfully launch the Northern Expedition.The Lich King and his Scourge had been severely damaged by the devastating spell not long ago.Sylvanas will miss the opportunity to take revenge on Arthas because of this war that should not have happened.

How stupid

But she felt that she was the more stupid person.Because she actually believed the lies of Angmar Morningstar, the blood elf child who freed her. She naively believed that the Forsaken could stand with the blood elves and the coalition forces of all races to launch the Northern Expedition. To complete the great cause of revenge.

Sylvanas knew that Vereesa was trying to persuade her.Advise yourself to let go of your unreasonable hatred and prevent the North from falling into the quagmire of war again.She also thought that the Northern Expedition was undoubtedly a more important matter than dealing with the inspired remnants of Lordaeron.

But she can't.Could it be that the enemy has already stationed troops on the side of the bed, and the defense lines and artillery erected can almost reach her base camp, so she still chooses to ignore it?

"No, sister, I want to tell you good news." Vereesa stepped closer and came closer.

Sylvanas wanted to warn her sister not to come closer, but she noticed that Vereesa's steps seemed a little shaky, as if she was sick or injured, and her heart felt inexplicably tight, not only for her, but also for herself in this world. The last relative became worried.

Immediately afterwards, she woke up, forced herself to abandon this emotion that would undoubtedly make her vulnerable, and sneered: "Good news, did you come to me with Alsace's head?"

"Sister, I'm pregnant," Vereesa stood in front of her, gently picked up Sylvanas' pale, cold palm, and placed it on her slightly bulging belly.

Sylvanas then noticed that this was why Vereesa was wearing a large robe.The moment she felt the vital little beings in her sister's belly, she stood blankly on the spot, feeling

The emotions that he had abandoned for a long time came back.

Vereesa said with tears in her eyes: "I don't mean anything else. My father, mother, eldest sister, and younger brother are all gone. And now that I am going to be a mother, I think I should share this good news with you. In this You are the only one I have in the world, sister."

"I, I" Sylvanas said in confusion, feeling incoherently. She felt that the defense line she had built up in her heart for a long time collapsed in an instant, and Vereesa actually opened her arms and gently held her in her arms.

"I really only have you." Vereesa cried in her ear.