Rise of the blood elves

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"Your Excellency, you know me." Angmar was a little surprised. He had never dealt with dwarves before, and he didn't remember knowing such an explorer.

Could it be Azshara's masterpiece again?

The leader of the explorers came to him. It seemed that he wanted to give him a bear hug to show his enthusiasm, but he felt that it was not appropriate to do such an intimate gesture right after they met, so he could only raise his head and replied in a low voice:

"Of course, the story of the great hero of the North defeating the great demon Archimonde in Mount Hyjal has been popular in the tavern for several months. I have seen your portrait in my brother's bedroom, placed next to my grandfather's portrait. You are even more beautiful next to me than in the portrait."

The corner of Angmar's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't keep up with the opponent's rhythm for a while.

It's weird enough in the bedroom, and it's placed next to the portrait. The key is that the descriptor "beautiful" sounds awkward.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself," the explorer leader stretched out his hand and shook it with Angmar with great strength. "I am Brian Bronzebeard, the president of the Explorers Association. Sorry, I just It was a misunderstanding, we mistook you for, uh, those nasty guys with fist pits. Anyway, you are welcome to our archaeological site."

After saying that, he nodded to Onyxia again, "Welcome, beautiful lady."

Brann Bronzebeard

Angmar secretly laughed in his heart, secretly thinking that it was indeed destined that he would meet this famous "monster-creating madman" just like this.

"Guys, come here quickly, this is the Grand Magister of Quel'Thalas, the great hero of Azeroth, Angmar Morningstar." Brian Bronzebeard called back.

It seems that the story about the great hero Angmar is indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.This group of explorers suddenly surrounded him, with those in the back squeezing those in front, vying to get a glimpse of Angmar's true face, and they all seemed to be his crazy admirers.

The enthusiasm of the dwarves didn't look fake at all. Angmar never knew that he had such a famous reputation here.

"Come on, come on, we must treat you well, Nasty Nose, and bring out your treasured Thunder Ale." Brian Bronzebeard grabbed Angmar's hand, turned back and walked towards the camp, talking to his colleagues as he walked.

The rosacea dwarf, known as Bad Nose, did not hesitate at all and trotted all the way to the well.

The remaining dwarves continued to follow Angmar and the others, looking left and right, and talking non-stop.

"I just said, he must be better looking than in the painting."

"Sir, is it true that you used the blue dragon magic artifact to destroy Archimonde's form in one blow? Is that battle really as exaggerated as the legend says?"

"Lord Angmar, are there any ruins over there with the night elves?"

You spoke, and he spoke, but the dwarf had a loud voice and was very enthusiastic. Being surrounded was like having a hundred subwoofers turned up to the maximum volume and bombarding his ears.

Onyxia walked beside Angmar as usual, showing no sign of impatience at all. She glanced at Angmar's hand, which was tightly held by Brian, and seemed to whisper in his ear unintentionally. Reminder:

"I heard that in the eyes of most dwarves, when it comes to the most beautiful women in the world, the girl from Coldridge Valley with braids and freckles ranks first. The second most beautiful woman is the high elf girl. , and the third one is the male high elf. Yes, you heard it right."

Angmar was horrified. Although he has been used to life and death in the past 130 million years, he has gained insight into the mysteries of the universe, and has developed the skills to keep his face unchanged even when Azeroth collapsed, and Sargeras's eyes never blinked when he was shaking. He has a calm personality, but at this time he also had the urge to take his hand out.

The group entered the camp and finally sat around the large table used for dinner in front of Brian's private tent.Because the dwarf's tent was too short, Angmar and Onyxia couldn't stand up straight after entering.

The dwarf explorers probably used this large table that could hold twenty chairs to eat at noon today. There were still many food residues and wine stains on it.Even the used tableware is still stacked in the corner of the table.It can be seen that these tough guys who often travel around and face the most dangerous things in Azeroth are very informal.

However, no flies were attracted. The unique fragrance of herbs in the air showed that the camp seemed to be filled with pesticides used to repel mosquitoes and insects.Come to think of it, how could explorers who often deal with the wilderness not have the means to deal with such nasty creatures?

The dwarves cleaned up, removed the dishes to be washed, replaced them with Well Town melons and fruits hanging with water drops, and placed Thunder Ale that had also been chilled deep in the well for a long time to welcome Angmar's arrival.

"So, your Excellency just said that you are here to visit an old friend." As the other dwarves left, Brian also became solemn, picked up the wine glass and took a deep sip, and asked uncertainly.

"Yes, an old friend who has been sleeping here for 1 years, waiting to be rescued. He can also provide you with the ultimate answer to the origin of race. If you are willing, you can come with me."

After speaking, Angmar picked up an apple and took a bite. The sweet juice splashed between his lips and teeth while chewing, which was very refreshing.

After hearing what he said, Brian instinctively felt disbelief.

Who doesn't know that the new Grand Magister of Quel'Thalas is a young man, so he has an old friend from 1 years ago.And the issue of racial origin that has troubled the dwarves for thousands of years seems to have become a problem that can be easily understood in his mouth. If he is not a hero recognized by all races in the Three Wars, Brian will definitely feel that he is. boast.

But whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter anymore.because

Brian said with some embarrassment: "I suggest you don't go in. It is full of heavily armed ancient rock structures and caveman troggs. We have failed several times in our attempts to penetrate deep into Uldaman. Many hands"

"Trust me, it won't be a problem."

Brian then remembered that Angmar was a legendary mage. Seeing that he looked determined, he stopped trying to persuade him and just asked hesitantly: "Can I ask one more question? How do you want to do this?" Entering Uldaman as an official, or just an individual, I hope you can be honest with me."

Although dwarves look rough and bold, they are actually very delicate in their thoughts.Brian was still worried that Angmar came for the "ancient relics".After all, no matter how dazzling a person is, his or her leader still deserves to be obeyed if the leader issues bad orders.

"Please rest assured, I only represent myself." Angmar said sincerely.

Brian looked at him carefully for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll immediately arrange for manpower to escort you into Oldaman."

"Mr. Bronzebeard, why don't you come together?"

"I"

Brian couldn't help but be stunned. In fact, he really wanted to enter Uldaman.

The excavation of Uldaman has lasted for a whole year. Except for some antiquities unearthed in the periphery, it can be said that there has been almost no progress.The deciphering of the slate inscriptions is almost in progress. All evidence shows that Uldaman is likely to be the key to revealing the origin of the dwarf race, but the problem is that they just can't get in.

Now suddenly there comes a great hero of the Third War, a powerful legendary mage that is obvious to all, and looks like he can easily enter Uldaman.

Brian Bronzebeard said it was impossible not to feel itchy.

"The truth is close at hand, Mr. Bronzebeard. After I leave, it may take you a long time to find the opportunity to enter Uldaman." Angmar said quietly.

Brian no longer hesitated and immediately returned to the camp. When he came out again, he was fully armed.Wearing an adventure hat on his head, he held a musket in his hand. There were several engineering grenades hanging on his armed belt, as well as several bulging bags of gunpowder.

Just as Brian Bronzebeard was gathering his men, Angmar and Onyxia arrived at the outskirts of Uldaman first and looked at the ancient titan building half hidden in the mountain.

"This is where you defeated my father 1 years ago, right?" Onyxia suddenly asked.

Angmar couldn't help but recall the scenes from ancient times, shook his head and said: "It wasn't me. But no matter what, your father's conspiracy was indeed exposed here."

Onyxia sighed deeply and said sadly: "Actually, he was already crazy long before that."

Angmar seemed to be in compliance and said to himself: "To drive the noble Neltharion crazy, the time required is not just as simple as hundreds of thousands of years."

Onyxia turned to look at him, "You want to guide those dwarves to the truth, right?"

Angmar replied noncommittally: "It's time for them to return to the ranks of the Titan-forged, isn't it?"