Rise of the blood elves

After arriving at Silvermoon City, the essence of the Holy Tree in Angmar's body restored its connection with the Holy Tree itself.

As soon as it sensed Anweina's presence, the Holy Tree began to call Angmar anxiously, seeming to be very eager to see her.

But mixed with the joy was a hint of unspeakable pain.

Angmar did not find Prince Kael'thas, not even an advisor or magister was in the city.

The guard on duty told him that Prince Kael'thas had rushed to the Sunwell Highlands, which was being rebuilt, two hours ago.Not only did Ms. Telesta, who was in charge of the repair work of the magic network, accompany her, but even Rommath, who was supporting the war in the Alterac Mountains, was summoned back.

Angmar kept asking what happened, but the guard said he didn't know any more.

After learning that the remaining effects of the Sunwell explosion had completely subsided, a teleportation circle was established in the city to connect the two places, located at the bottom of the Tower of Sunfury. He immediately rushed there with Anweina and Istaria.

Istaria, who had been holding Anweina's arm during this period, kept praising her with her mouth open.

"Wow, it's so magnificent and completely different from our architectural style."

The aesthetics of night elves and blood elves are very different, but this does not prevent the night elf girl from marveling at the rows of buildings in Silvermoon City and the towering city walls lined with towers.

When she walked out of the Garden Market and came to the city that was burned down by fire to purify the plague, Istaria could no longer marvel at it.The beautiful city was reduced to ruins, which made her feel solemn and her mouth bulged involuntarily.

Anweina only added the word "more" than her.

The shackles spell that Borel Crassus set in her body has long since become ineffective due to Angmar.Angmar knew that as the last incarnation of the Sunwell, Anveena might feel the painful screams from this land that was plagued by natural disasters as soon as she returned to Quel'Thalas.

"I should have listened to you and come back earlier." Anweina murmured, holding the locket in her hand again, with regret in her beautiful eyes.

Angmar comforted himself: "Don't blame yourself, no one can always foresee the tragedy that is about to happen. When you say this, I feel that it is my own connivance that has harmed you."

The three of them were walking through the abandoned city area that had not yet been cleaned up. In the distance, they could already see the spire of the Tower of Sunfury.

This towering tower that reaches into the sky was once the palace of the Sunstrider royal family and the tallest and most magnificent building in Silvermoon City.It not only symbolizes the majesty of the royal family, but also has another function: serving as a transfer station for the energy of the Sunwell, leading it to Quel'Thalas, part of which will power the defensive spells outside Silvermoon City.

In terms of energy intensity, the Tower of Wrath of the Sun is not even inferior to the Tower of the Sun on Sun Chaser Island.

When Alsace conquered Silvermoon City, the place was completely sealed by a barrier. Although it suffered some damage, the main part was well preserved.When the Sunwell is restored, the Sunfury Spire will once again be shrouded in the arcane light of golden light.

The open ground at the bottom of the tower was in chaos, and a large wave of soldiers had gathered.There was a team of blood knights wearing red-striped shirts, as well as elite spellbreakers and regular city garrison troops. After a brief reorganization, they all ran towards the tower.

A dispatching officer stood high above, waving his arms and shouting.

"Quick, quick, quick, after the teleportation, report to Lord Salorian immediately, he will assign combat tasks to you."

"Get out of the third team and bring the third team over."

"Sir, the third team is defending at the city gate, how can it be done?"

"It's time to go now, why bother about defense?"

"Yes."

"Where are the new recruits? Pull all the new recruits who are training over to me."

Angmar had an ominous premonition in his heart, called to the two people behind him, and started running.At some point, he subconsciously took out the withered black sacred branch from the space bag and held it tightly in his hand. His fingers lost their color due to excessive force.

in the end

what happened

At the same time, the island of Quel'Danas, the Sunwell Highlands.

With the help of magic, and after a period of hard work, the temple built around the remains of the Sunwell has begun to take shape.

The internal space of the arched building is huge, the huge pit has been backfilled, and the ground has been re-paved with white stone floor tiles that look gorgeous but are actually solidified by indestructible defensive spells, with runes and carvings that can amplify magic engraved on them.

Every once in a while, there is an energy-guiding device embedded in the floor. Invisible energy-guiding pipelines are set under the floor to extract the energy in the magic network, and then all of it is gathered into the core of the holy tree in the center.

The sphere suspended in mid-air, sparkling with golden light, exudes shocking magic fluctuations.The lower part of the sphere is pure golden liquid, and a small tree shadow is rooted in it, occupying the upper part of the sphere.

A group of magisters are gathering around the golden sphere where the core of the sacred tree is located to cast spells together. Everyone has a look of pain on their face, sweating profusely, crumbling, gritting their teeth to hold on, there are dozens of them.

It contains the prince’s childhood mentor, Ms. Telesta, Romance, who is about to be promoted to the Grand Magister, and the respected Magister Astalor.

The top mages who are well-known in the society of Quel'Thalas gather here, and there are also many less powerful magisters who are still not to be underestimated, such as Aethas and Lana'thel, the leaders of the younger generation.

Even Prince Kael'thas himself was involved. His condition was equally worrying. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his handsome face was twisted, as if he was experiencing great pain.

Everyone's goal is the black thread that is tightly wrapped around the sphere and drilled into it from the front.

The core of the sacred tree was in agony because of this, and was trembling constantly, causing the entire building to shake violently. From time to time, stones were knocked off the vault, and before they even landed on the ground, they were turned into powder by the terrifying magic field in the hall. .

"It's about to be cleared away, work harder," Prince Kael'thas said loudly, resisting the weakness of depleted mana, and continued to invest mana. His hands, as if pressed by a huge force, were raised high with trembling, The faint magical light in the palm of his hand instantly burst into ten times the brightness.

Upon hearing this, the magisters overdrawn their magic power and increased their magic output.

As if being stimulated, one end of the black thread suddenly lifted up and pierced the golden sphere.

A sharp buzzing sound echoed through the hall, and the core of the sacred tree screamed in pain.As if to resist, it emitted a solid magic halo that spread rapidly.

"Be careful!" Kael'thas reacted very quickly. While warning everyone, he had already activated three emerald green beads that were once moon crystals, and built multiple defensive barriers in front of him, completely resisting this indiscriminate attack. magical attack.

"boom"

The light wave hit the main part of the temple, causing a loud noise, the pillars collapsed, and countless stones fell. The building strengthened by runes was as fragile as if it were undefended.

When the dust and smoke cleared, the temple was almost completely destroyed. If the structure hadn't been strong enough, it would have collapsed long ago.

The others were not as lucky as Kael'thas, and they all suffered injuries of varying severity. The old and frail Astalor was even thrown far away, and fell under a broken stone pillar, his face covered with blood. Dead or alive.

Looking outside the sphere, there is no trace of the black thread, and it seems to have dissipated in this magic attack.

"Help." Kael'thas gasped, dragging his exhausted body to Astalor's side. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the latter was still breathing.

Astalor is one of his most trusted magisters.

After the threat was eliminated, the troops who had been forced out of the temple by the magic field also swarmed in and participated in the treatment of the injured.

Two hours ago, Kael'thas received news that traces of undead were found on the island of Quel'Danas.

He immediately treated this report with the highest alert and led all the magisters to the Sunwell.

The remains of the Sunwell combined with the core of the Holy Tree have only just recovered.It embodies the hopes of all tribesmen

The blood elves absolutely cannot bear the pain of losing hope again, so even if this is a false alarm, Kael'thas will deal with it with all his strength.

As it turns out, he was right.

The report originated from the disappearance of a patrol team. During the inspection by the magister on duty, he discovered the residual aura of large-scale undead activities.Kael'thas ordered Aesas to lead a thorough investigation in person. Following the clues, he discovered an undead base covered by magic in the southwest of Quel'Danas Island. It was right under the nose of the blood elves. There was no trace of it before. people discover them

Kael'thas immediately made a decision to mobilize most of Silvermoon City's troops to defend the Sunwell Highlands and attack the undead base.

Before the army had finished dispatching, the scene just happened.

Someone is casting a spell to corrupt the core of the sacred tree. Needless to say, the culprit must be the group of undead in the southwest of the island.But this weird long-distance method of casting spells has never been heard of even by Theresa, who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

How did they apply corruption to the core of the Holy Tree?

This, or this group of mages who are skilled in necromancy, is powerful enough to compete with the combined efforts of many magisters.One of them knows the Sunwell very well and can even steal the energy from the core of the sacred tree to power his own spells.

Familiar with the Sunwell, serving the Scourge, and being a mage

All the clues came together, and Kael'thas had only one name in his mind.

He knows who this man is.

A betrayer.

A magister who was once quite talented and had a bright future, occupying a place in the Silver Moon Council.It was he who betrayed the secret of the Bandinor Barrier to Arthas. It was he who allowed the Scourge to ignore the impregnable defense system of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and destroy this glorious magical kingdom.

Dalkandra Hill.

Kael'thas suppressed the anger in his heart and adjusted his breathing rate.He glanced at the out-of-breath magisters and ordered: "The corruption has been cleared. Restore your mana quickly. We may face a second time."

Before he finished speaking, a panicked herald ran in.

"King, Your Highness, the undead are coming."

"Be cowardly before fighting. Send the order without warning and prepare the army for war."

Kael'thas looked displeased and scolded.Ignoring the trembling herald, he stood up and walked out.Romance and Telesta, who were in better condition, took the lead in following him, and seemed to still have the strength to fight.

On the platform outside the temple, many high-level officials entrusted with important tasks by the prince gathered.Seeing Kael'thas' arrival, the crowd consciously made way for a passage, and Kael'thas saw deep worry in their eyes.

Kael'thas frowned slightly, came to the edge of the platform, and looked down to the west.

At this sight, a sense of powerlessness gripped the prince's heart tightly.

Undead

Overwhelming.