Rise of the blood elves

"Oh Norton"

Yangwan Port has been abandoned for a long time, and the waterway has long been blocked by sediment. Even though the captain was experienced and spent a lot of effort, he successfully docked the sailboat into the port.

As it turned out, someone had been waiting for Leonard on the pier. This man was thin and tall, with a square face and a hooked nose, and a gloomy face. He seemed to be a magician, and there was a handsome young man behind him.

As soon as he saw them, Leonard greeted them enthusiastically.

"Uncle Leonard." The handsome young man called respectfully.

"Garcia, I haven't seen you in a few years, and you've grown taller again."

Leonard patted the young man on the shoulder, and then chatted with the magician like a friend he had not seen for many years, not caring that he was blocking the passage for people to disembark.

The crew quietly moved the pedals to the side to prevent anyone from accidentally bumping into these big shots, otherwise they would be angered even if they didn't.

Since ancient times, class barriers have been extremely tight in Quel'Thalas.Commoners are commoners, and nobles are nobles. Commoners are not allowed to bump into nobles, and they must use honorifics when speaking. When they meet on the street, they must bow and give way, and wait until the nobles have passed before they can stand up.

Although few people really care about these red tapes in daily life, respect must be shown.

Apart from joining the army and rushing to the front lines to fight trolls to the death, and rising to the aristocracy by accumulating military exploits, the only other option was to become a mage.Once you become a registered mage, even an ordinary junior mage can gain a status comparable to that of an ordinary noble.

The cultural differences with humans are thus evident.

The status of human mages is indeed very high, but in the eyes of civilians, they are synonymous with danger and madness, and everyone stays away from them.Their influence is only limited to their own circle. Outside the circle, no one wants to see these guys who play with fire all day long.

Quel'Thalas is different. Because of their innate magical talent, the people are familiar with arcane arts. Instead of being disgusted with mages, they greatly respect this group who strives to understand, interpret, and change the world rationally.

The best among mages can even make the feudal lord of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, whose status is equivalent to a human grand duke, treat him with great courtesy and become the king's guest.

The Magister is the best among the mages of Quel'Thalas.

Of course, there are no exceptions.

The pilgrims got off the boat one by one, and after walking far away, they began to whisper to each other.

"Who is that magister?" asked a hooded man.

"Norton Blue Sky." Someone curled his lips, with contempt in his eyes.

"Norton Blue Sky" the hooded man was puzzled, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"That's the epitome of nepotism."

The hooded man suddenly realized, with a look of disdain on his face, and continued: "No wonder we can get together with that fat guy Leonard, they turned out to be the same species. Humph, how could there be such an idiot among our magisters? It's really sad."

Before he could finish speaking, someone hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Keep your voice down, and don't forget about my family. However, there is an earl, three viscounts, and a great scholar who was awarded the title of Lord for his magic research. Just a word from him can put you in jail."

Unexpectedly, the hooded man broke away and said unconvinced: "What's the matter? Now His Royal Highness is in power. The era of those incompetent nobles has long passed. I say, we should completely deprive these nobles of their titles and let them..."

"I should be like Lord Angmar, who rose to the top as a commoner and brought blessings to our clan. Look what they have done, and look at these nobles who only know how to sip the blood of the people."

What he called "nobles" was not specific, as if he had killed everyone with one stick.

The hooded man vented his dissatisfaction non-stop, and people couldn't be persuaded, so they had to stay away from him secretly, lest they themselves would be implicated if trouble came out of his mouth.

Conflicts between commoners and nobles exist in every era and race.Cynics like the hooded man are by no means an exception.

Although the class conflict of the blood elves is not as sharp as that of humans, the blood elves have encountered a sudden disaster, and the troubled times are at the time of employment. New stars are rising in an endless stream. Some are promoted and others are demoted. The status of the established nobles is bound to be affected by this, and further Cause social unrest.

Fortunately, there was a powerful Prince Kael'thas pressing down on top.

He doesn't consider himself a king, but he is the de facto Sun King of Quel'Thalas.

"Leonard, why did you come here in this kind of boat?" Norton frowned and looked at the dilapidated sailboat, with a hint of disdain in his tone. He felt that riding this kind of boat was an insult to the Magister's status.

Leonard said with a sneer: "When the Feng Yang set off, I happened to be involved in something, so I picked a ship casually and hurried over."

He couldn't say that no one called him at all. After the incarnation of the Sunwell returned, the island of Quel'Danas was affected by abnormal magic fluctuations. The portal could not be opened for the time being, and the only option was to travel between the two places by boat.

The magisters who had not participated in the war before received the prince's letter and all took the royal clipper to go north, except Leonard.

Leonard wishfully believed that the prince just forgot to summon him, but

Why did you only forget him?

Norton laughed: "Fortunately, you caught up. His Royal Highness the Prince personally ordered that this event be held with great grandeur. All the adults holding important positions have been summoned by the Prince and will attend this event."

Leonard was stunned. He had not heard about this. He only knew that some kind of celebration party was going to be held. He looked around and saw that no one was eavesdropping. Then he asked with a little hesitation: "We have just experienced a big war. Will we?" There won’t be anyone”

The words were not finished, but the underlying meaning was self-evident.No matter how miserable Leonard is, he has been sitting in the position of magister for hundreds of years. He is just a pig. After so long, he can learn to look at problems from a high position.

To put it bluntly, grand gatherings with the purpose of comforting the injured, mourning the dead, and calming the pain are certainly allowed, but the grandness comes at a time when supplies for post-war reconstruction are scarce, and new wounds have not yet healed, so it is too much. If it’s grand, will it cause people’s dissatisfaction?

At this time the handsome young man spoke:

"Uncle Leonard, His Highness the Prince ordered all military ships to be converted into ferries. He even did not hesitate to transfer more than half of the cargo ships from Yangfan Port that were responsible for transporting supplies. Have you never thought about what it is for?"

Leonard was puzzled, while Norton cast an expectant look at the young man.

"It is to let as many civilians as possible have the opportunity to see the glory of the Sunwell's resurrection with their own eyes. They will spread what they see and hear to the people, and everyone will understand what Lord Angmar has brought back to us,"

The young man said with fanatical admiration in his eyes.

"The hope is enough to rekindle the fighting spirit, the hope to get our clan out of the dark and desperate situation. In such a dark period, nothing is more important than hope. So even if we look at the current situation, holding a grand event is somewhat formalistic, but it is What is gained is far beyond what can be measured in tangible things.”

The approval in Norton's eyes became more intense. This kind of insight was not something that ordinary young people could express at all.But how can his son Garcia be compared to ordinary people?

Garcia is the leader of the proud young generation of the Lankong family. He has devoted the efforts of two generations. He is well-read, has lofty ambitions, and has extremely high magical attainments. He is on the verge of the epic milestone at the age of thirty. Once he breaks through, he will Become a high-level mage.By then, relying on the influence of the family, he will be promoted to the rank of magister within two or three years and become the most respected being in the blood elf society.

Looking at Quel'Thalas, is there any young man as good as Garcia?

Except for one.

He is younger than Garcia, and his whole body exudes brilliance. Compared with him, all the younger generations of Quel'Thalas are like fireflies to the bright moon, eclipsed.

Thinking of this, Norton couldn't help but sigh.

That young man, who is only 23 years old, is about to reach the pinnacle that most people cannot climb even after thousands of years.And his growth path is far from stopping there.Youth is the most criticized thing about him, but it is also his greatest advantage.

Ten years, 20 years, 100 years

Who knows where he will go in the future?

Norton looked at the north in the blue sky and said: "Lord Angmar's inauguration ceremony will be the finale of the ceremony."

Now, even with his status, he still has to address the young consultant as "Sir".

"What kind of inauguration?" Leonard was stunned.

Norton was silent for a long time before replying: "The inauguration ceremony of the Magister."

Leonard was shocked, "This is a 23-year-old magister. This has never happened in the history of Quel'Thalas."

But Norton was still throwing bombs one after another, and he kept dying without saying anything shocking.

"And it's the inauguration ceremony of the Third Chief Magister."

Leonard was shocked and murmured: "Doesn't that mean that his status is second only to Lord Romance and Lady Telesta?"

But after the shock, there was confusion, and Leonard couldn't help but shake his head.

"No, this is impossible. He does not have the matching strength and ability at all. It is unbelievable enough to become a magister at this age. Norton, you must be mistaken."

"strength"

Norton chuckled. As a magister who participated in the battle three days ago, he was fortunate enough to witness everything that happened in despair.

Angmar, shrouded in golden light, looked like a god descending to earth. He dismissed the traitor Darkan's magic attack with a simple wave of his hand.

You know, Darkan, who was reborn as an undead, was a terrifying existence that defeated Romans, Telesta and Prince Kael'thas in succession. Although the three of them were in a state of depleted mana, this strength was far from enough. Far beyond the average legend, the large amount of Sunwell energy he stole is the biggest reliance on his transformation in strength.

Angmar did not fight back, but Norton knew that defeating Dar'Khan at that time was just a piece of cake.

Because he has been closely integrated with the Sunwell through the sacred tree Sath'ala. In 7000 years, only one person has enjoyed such an honor.Compared with this, being promoted to a magister at the age of 23 is nothing.

At least on the island of Quel'Danas, where the Sunwell's energy is strongest, he

He is not a legend, he is better than a legend.

"When you see his terrifying strength, you won't say that again." Norton shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Like his father, Garcia looked north and lost his mind.

He had heard of Angmar's name a long time ago, but at that time, Angmar was just a consultant known for his extraordinary foresight.Regardless of family background or ability, Garcia is far superior.

In terms of height of vision, Garcia is the pride of the Lan Kong family and the direct grandson of Earl Lan Kong. He doesn't feel that he is lacking in any way. It's just that he has not been appreciated and recognized, so his reputation is not obvious.

He firmly believes that by working hard to catch up, one day he will be able to attract everyone's attention and become an existence that is not inferior to Angmar.

But as a few days passed, Angmar transformed and was about to become a being that even the great nobles had to give in to. He was also the spokesperson of the Incarnate Sunwell, completely surpassing him in every aspect.

The gap between the two instantly turned into a chasm.

What was once pursuit turned into pale admiration, and then quickly turned into admiration.

The three of them had their own thoughts and didn't even notice a girl walking by supporting the sick father.Leonard was so filled with disbelief that he had no intention of continuing to mock his old enemy.

However, Garcia smelled a hint of fresh lavender fragrance, and somehow turned his head to look, just in time to see the girl's delicate profile.

No powder is applied, but there is a youthful beauty ready to come out.

Garcia discovered that this girl was completely different from the Yingying Yanyan who surrounded him every day. Compared with her, those socialites and aristocratic daughters were all rouge fans.

His eyes were fixed on the girl's back.She was wearing a slightly older dress, and she looked like she was from a commoner, because nobles would not wear such clothes, but her unique temperament did not look like that.

It wasn't until the girl was far away that Garcia made up his mind to catch up.

"Father, did you hear what they just said? Angmar is going to become a magister?"

Leah couldn't hold back her inner joy because her brother had achieved such a high level of achievement. If she hadn't been supporting her adoptive father, she would have jumped with joy.

Anselon, on the other hand, looked puzzled and said to himself: "Is what they are talking about really Angmar?"

At this point, even he doesn't believe it anymore.That was Angmar who was really brought up by himself.

"It must be him, it must be him." Leah's eyes were filled with stars.

The two walked out of the port.

There were ruins everywhere, and many blood elf civilians had already set up tents inside, preparing to take a short rest before setting off for the Sunwell, which was more than half a day away.There are vendors selling food, and there are also some official people maintaining order, pointing out to pilgrims where dangerous arcane currents lurk on the seemingly safe road.

"Are you hungry? I'll buy some food."

Before Anselon could answer, hurried footsteps sounded. Leah looked back and saw that the handsome young man who greeted the annoying Leonard was walking towards this side with a decent pace.

"Hello you two," the handsome young man bowed gracefully, "Can I invite you two to come with me?"

At this time, a magnificent carriage came and stopped beside the three people.The horses produced in Quel'Thalas have gained extraordinary physiques due to the blessings of the Sunwell, but their numbers are very rare. They have always been used for military purposes, and civilians can only afford chocobos that are easy to breed.

Judging from the carriage alone, the status of this handsome young man is definitely not low.

Leah looked at the handsome young man with suspicion. She did not have a good impression of this man. Anyone who could hang out with Leonard was probably not a good person in her opinion.

Seeing this, the handsome young man immediately added: "I saw that this gentleman was not feeling well, and he was probably injured due to the long journey ahead, so I hurriedly came to invite you. Please forgive me for being presumptuous and disturbing me."

After saying that, he showed a proper apologetic smile, saluted again, and turned to leave.

Of course, Leah understood the principle of being courteous for nothing, but she looked at her frail father, then at the spacious carriage, and sighed helplessly.

"and many more."