Rise of the blood elves

Before the phoenix's dome was broken, Kael'thas quickly cast a spell to recall it. In a burst of dazzling magic, the dome turned into pure magic and returned to the prince's body.

In the stream of radiant magic power, there seemed to be a little phoenix shadow that was tightly entangled with the energy of death and was extremely weak, constantly wailing.

Kael'thas narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the death line. He said nothing, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Romans, Teresita and others, who had just withdrawn from the battlefield, stood beside the prince. The two legendary mages also frowned and their faces were as dark as water.

There was silence on the battlefield. The undead seemed to have received the order and were waiting for the arrival of a certain big shot. They just surrounded the Sunwell Temple and did not launch an attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the blood elf troops quickly retreated, resumed their defensive formation and stood ready.But everyone's fighting spirit has been lost, and the hands holding the weapons are constantly sweating.

Everyone knows how powerful Prince Kael'thas is. He is the most talented mage among the high elves for thousands of years. His career as a mage is extremely brilliant, and the spells he has developed are unprecedented.

Among them, the Phoenix "Ao" is the most powerful spell in His Royal Highness's life.

Few people have seen the prince cast this spell with their own eyes, but the power of "Aur" has been spread by word of mouth among all levels of Quel'Thalas society.Even a three-year-old child who is learning to speak can recite the story of this phoenix by heart.

"Ao" is a legendary magical creature created from extremely high-level arcane energy and fire elements. It is born with powerful fire evocation spellcasting ability.Even for a legendary powerhouse, if you want to reach this level, you need years of continuous practice and exploration. For "Ao", this is instinct.

Who is it

Who was it that made "Ao" fall to pieces with one blow?

Is it

Alsace is back

During the battle to defend the island of Quel'Danas, the soldiers who witnessed the battle between the people's beloved King Anastarian and Alsace were immediately gripped by despair.

It is a feeling of powerlessness that goes deep into the bones, making people unable to see the slightest light beyond the dark clouds.

Arthas, who was holding the magic sword in his hand, seized the flaw and slashed His Majesty the King's thigh in just a few turns. Then he turned the sword and pierced his chest mercilessly. Even the forest of Quel'Thalas, They all sobbed softly for the king's death in battle

Is it

Is tragedy about to happen again?

A layman can't see the clue. Only legendary mages like Rommath and Teresita can roughly judge the power of the caster through the spell strength of the dead line.

Although the prince had almost exhausted his magic power when clearing the corruption of the holy tree, and the "Aur" closely connected to it was inevitably weakened, it was still an extremely powerful magical creature.

The Phoenix was hit as soon as it took off, which proved that the opponent was well prepared. It had long expected the appearance of "Ao" and seemed to be very familiar with the blood elves.Even so, the person who defeated "O" with just one spell

"This person is stronger than us." Romance and Telesta looked at each other, and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

"I'm afraid he's not inferior to His Highness the Prince in his prime." They looked at Kael'thas again and thought to themselves.

There was an eerie silence in the air, with only the clicking sound of the ghoul closing his teeth unconsciously in the air.

The wait was long, and finally a natural disaster commander appeared in front of the battle line, as if he was being held up by the stars of the undead.

A high elf.

To be precise, a high elf resurrector.

He was wearing a black robe, and like all frail mages, he was slightly thin.His face was withered and rotten, his lips were full of cracks, like a living corpse that had been buried for a long time, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Darkhan, it is indeed you." Kael'thas' heart sank.

"Darkan, you traitor"

As soon as he saw this man, Rommath's anger arose, and he could not restrain the urge to kill him.

traitor

The traitor who betrayed Quel'Thalas

The shameful traitor who turned thousands of people into undead souls

The next second, Rommath's hands shone brightly, and a huge fireball emitting terrifying temperature was formed in an instant. He pushed hard and rushed towards Darkan.

The speed of the fireball was so fast that no one could catch its flight path, and only the intermittent afterimage of the tail flame remained in the air.But even soldiers dozens of meters away could feel the heat waves coming from the fireball.

Too strong

This almost instantaneous pyrotechnic seemed to be mixed with space spells. It must be said that the magical attainments of a legendary mage like Romans should not be underestimated.

"Humph, you still haven't made any progress."

Darkan's smile did not fade, and with a gentle squeeze of his dry palm, the Pyroblast Technique actually dissipated out of thin air right in front of everyone's eyes.

Romance was horrified, how could this be possible?

Even though it was cast in a hurry, he knew how much magic power was injected into his Pyroblast Technique.He is a legendary mage who has been immersed in the way of magic for many years. He is one of the most powerful mage among the existing blood elves.

Even opponents who are also legendary would have to spend a lot of effort to deal with his attacks.

But this traitor actually neutralized his spell so easily.

In the past, Darkan was just an insignificant one among many magisters. It was true that he was talented, but he was too obsessed with power and status. He wasted too much time in intrigues and political games and neglected the practice of magic.

How could he be so strong now?

Roman suddenly realized that the caster who had just shot down "Ao" was

But the scene that happened next didn't allow him to think too much. Darkan bit his chapped lips and recited a spell silently.

Before Rommath had time to react, he was hit by a huge force and hit the outer wall of the temple with everyone's shocked eyes. He spurted out a large mouthful of blood and fell into a coma.

"Boom"

The already crumbling building collapsed. Kael'thas and Terese Tower reacted and hurriedly cast spells to protect Romans, whose life and death were unknown.

Boulders fell and dust and mist filled the air.

When he looked back at Darkan, Kael'thas had deep fear in his eyes.

The Darkan in front of me is probably extremely powerful.Better than Romance, better than Teresa, even

Better than Kael'thas himself.

Seeing that Rommath, who was proudly standing at the top of the magister group, was easily defeated, everyone felt even more desperate.

"The supreme magic power of the Sunwell flows in my body, and you losers, what do you have?" As if seeing everyone's doubts, Darkan chuckled.

"I don't want to waste any more words with you. There are still two huge energies waiting for me. As long as I can get them, the master will definitely reward me."

"And I will definitely become one of the most powerful creatures in this world."

Darkan had a look of fanaticism on his face, he waved his hand gently, and the undead army pressed forward again.The sound of heavy footsteps made everyone breathless.

The life-and-death battle for the blood elves in Youguan

It started.

No one knows whether the blood elves will repeat their past mistakes and let the newly recovered Sunwell fall under the iron heel of the Scourge army again.

"For Quel'Thalas" In desperation, the soldiers charged.

But Angmar, who arrived through the portal, happened to see the scene that just happened.

He was well aware of the power of Dar'Kan. Before Kel'Thuzad concentrated the energy of the Sunwell to reshape his body, Dar'Kan once stole the huge energy inside.

With this energy, he reached the pinnacle of the legendary realm, becoming the two dragons of Kalecgos and Tarecgosa, the Banshee King Sylvanas, Lor'themar, Halduron and many other elites. A being that even the Farstriders and Rangers cannot defeat together.

But to Anveena, the last incarnation of the Sunwell, Dar'Khan was nothing.

He looked at Anweina, who fell into a sluggish state as soon as she came here.

"Anweina, are you ready?"

Returning to this place again, feeling the sadness coming from the land that was once closely connected to her but now deeply affected by corruption, Anweina felt as if she was in another world.

She first turned to the temple, her eyes penetrated the barrier of the crumbling stone wall, and stared at the sacred tree Sas'ala that was combined with the remains of her original body. She seemed to have received some response, her beautiful eyebrows sank slightly, and her pretty face was firm. Come down.

She turned back, pursed her lips, and nodded quietly to Angmar, and then her breath began to rise.