Rise of the blood elves

A hint of rotten odor passed into Angmar's nose. He woke up slowly and felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

When I got up and looked around, I saw a forest of withered and diseased trees. The smell of rotten wood was strong, and it smelled like an old house that had not had air circulation for a long time.

The ground under your feet was a strange dark purple color, with a faint hint of sickly emerald green. The soil was loose and soft, as if lying on a layer of soft insect corpses.

His scalp was numb and he jumped up quickly, because every cell in his body was expressing the intensity of being far away from the ground.

Angmar found no companions.So he knew that he had encountered a transmission error with a probability of one in ten thousand.The chaos caused by the Sunwell explosion cannot affect the teleportation spells in Dalaran. This is a pure teleportation error, a small probability event that even a wizard with a high level of spellcasting cannot prevent.

"What luck." He smiled bitterly, preparing to cast a spell to teleport back immediately.The whole of Lordaeron is now filled with undead, and the wilderness is extremely dangerous. You can't stay for a minute or a second.

But just halfway through reciting the teleportation spell, Angmar noticed that the spell was slightly disturbed and hurriedly stopped casting the spell.

The magic network here is unstable.

"Teleportation spells must be cast in a interference-free environment" is something every mage knows well before learning teleportation.The consequences of forcibly teleporting when disturbed can be big or small, ranging from the spell casting failure or serious errors to the worst being tearing oneself in half, with one half at the original place and the other half at the destination.

Angmar didn't dare to take risks, so he had to think of countermeasures.

He soon realized that the transmission error he encountered might be a bit large, because the magic network disorder caused by the explosion of the Sunwell could not affect the southern area of ​​the Western Plaguelands where the Alliance Supreme Command was located.This means he is a little far away from his destination.

Combining the upper limit of error of the teleportation spell with the approximate impact range of the Sunwell explosion, he quickly concluded that the straight-line distance between him and his destination should be between fifty and five hundred kilometers.

This is a bit of a hassle.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you get out of the chaotic range of the magic network, you can use teleportation.There is only one problem left at the moment, identify the direction and then move in the right direction.

This is not difficult for a mage at all, because there are so many positioning spells.

Angmar lightly snapped his fingers, and a brilliant arcane radiance erupted from his fingertips, and then it went silent with a "pop" sound.

Well, it seems that the spell is not very effective.

It doesn't matter, you can't live without magic. The knowledge is endless, and there are too many methods of positioning. Positioning by the sun is the simplest and feasible one.

The trees are very tenacious, and even if they have suffered decay, their shade still blocks out the sky and the sun.Angmar resisted the urge to jump and walked for a long time before finding an uneven forest glade. He set up a pergola and looked up at the sky.

cloudy day.

""

Angmar let out a long breath, simply rolled up his sleeves, picked a relatively clean diseased tree and climbed up. After being pricked by the dead branches, he finally broke through the crown of the tree.As long as he could see the mountains, he could determine his approximate location.

fog.

""

Well, Angmar feels that his greatest advantage is that he never gets discouraged easily, otherwise he would have been tortured by Lannathel to the point of death.After coming down from the tree, he simply took out his staff from the enchanted space bag.

Since all methods fail, the only option is "metaphysical positioning".

go you

The staff was thrown high and plunged straight into the ground two seconds later.

"≈ap;" Angmar had a dark look on his face. He was just about to pull out the staff, but he was surprised to find that the staff moved twice on its own and there was something in the soil.

Sure enough, a withered arm burst out of the ground, followed closely by the head pierced by the staff. It suddenly raised its head, opened its bloody mouth and let out a silent roar.There were maggots falling from the empty eye sockets, which was shocking.

Angmar reacted quickly. Before the undead could pull out his body, he took out his staff first and stabbed it hard like garlic.It doesn't look very elegant, but it works.After more than a dozen punches, the undead's head and arms were moved. The fragile body was in pieces and lay motionless in the pit. The system also reported an experience reward in due course.

"Hey, dear, this can bring out an undead. Do you want to do this? If I stomp my feet again, a hundred undead will appear and attack me." Angmar wiped away the cold sweat and relaxed. He almost fell to the ground, not because he was tired, but because he was really frightened, and he is still in shock.

Suddenly a corpse emerges from the soil and meets your eyes. The visual impact is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

He let out a long breath and looked at the undead soul that he had beaten to death.

It seemed that this undead soul was a long-buried deceased. He was not very strong when he was alive, and he was still weak after being resurrected by the plague.Even an ordinary human adult man would not have difficulty defeating it.

From a purely physical perspective, the strength of the newly resurrected undead is largely limited by the integrity of the corpse.Whether the muscles are defective and whether the joints are intact and flexible will greatly affect combat effectiveness.

This is especially true for undead souls that have no consciousness after being resurrected. They don't even know how many arms and legs they have, and they only act with strong killing intent.Even if his arms and legs are gone, he still wants to eat the flesh and blood of the living.

This is the horror of natural disasters and plagues.Without the assistance of necromancy at all, the body can be resurrected and brought under the Lich King's mental control by propagation through physical means alone.The Lich King only needs to give these cannon fodder two thoughts, one is absolute obedience, and the other is endless hatred for the living, which is enough to drive them to fight without spending too much mental energy.

Cannon fodder will attack more and more, turning from a swarm of corpses into a tide of corpses, and from a tide of corpses into a sea of ​​corpses, eventually overwhelming the enemy with sheer numbers.

Such a terrifying undead army has almost no weaknesses.

However, in small-scale encounters, Angmar is still more willing to face such brainless undead, even if there are a hundred and eighty of them, it doesn't matter.What is really scary are the high-level undead resurrected by necromancy. The necromancy will give them a certain way of thinking, which is much smarter than ordinary undead.The limbs will also become much more flexible under the influence of the spell, almost comparable to those of the living, and very difficult to deal with.

With his elite level 7 strength, even if he faces many low-level undead, he can still outrun them as long as he is not surrounded.

Angmar was preparing to leave this forest because it was strange and always gave him an ominous premonition.He shook off the rotten flesh and mud at the bottom of the staff, but saw that there was a lot of rotten flesh on the soles of his shoes, so he rubbed it hard on the ground twice, and then stamped his feet several times.

"click click"

Suddenly, rustling sounds came from all directions.Under Angmar's surprised gaze, the entire "Glade" came alive.There were small bumps of earth on the ground, and countless mummies emerged from the ground, stood up crookedly, and vaguely surrounded him in the center.

You are really paralyzed

The undead looked around blankly at first. After seeing Angmar, he was like an idiot seeing a little loli who wanted to resist but still welcomed him. He could no longer look away.

Soon enough, Angmar aimed at the gap where the undead were relatively sparse, and ran away.Once these undead have completed the encirclement, he will shed his skin even if he is not dead. While these undead are still stunned, he can run as far as he can.

No matter how slow the newborn undead were, this man who was galloping like a wild boar activated his inner desire for flesh and blood, and surrounded him with teeth and claws.

Angmar flew forward, waving his staff left and right. The number of undead in front of him gradually increased. He had to face three or four undead at the same time, and he also had to avoid side attacks.With an interceptor in front and a pursuer behind, the speed involuntarily slowed down.

It's not that he doesn't want to use spells, but because of the interference of the magic network, reciting spells and preparing spells consumes much more time than usual.

"hiss"

An undead ripped open the back of his robe, but failed to tear it off, leaving his arms on it instead.Every time Angmar took a step, he felt a skinny arm slap his buttocks hard. Are all the undead nowadays so immoral?

Seeing that the undead in front were gathering more and more, they finally completely blocked the way forward, like an airtight wall of corpses, and the undead continued to come from behind.But Angmar's spell was ready. He held the staff in both hands and pushed forward hard, forcing the undead away to gain a safe casting space for himself.

All the mana in his body was turned into pure arcane energy, which was continuously compressed and compressed by mental power until it was on the verge of breaking out.This is the most versatile spell in the plasticity department, and there is no one like it.

Right now, magic explosion

Angmar instantly withdrew the mental power to suppress arcane energy, and the arcane energy compressed to the extreme surged out of every pore of his body like a wild horse.

At that moment, the scene froze, showing the mummies about to pounce, the undead with teeth and claws in mid-air, the rotten corpse with half of its face missing, along with the little maggots that fell from an unknown friend, and even Angmar's buttocks. The skinny arm will be destroyed by the burst of arcane energy.

Then there was a "poof" sound. Due to the interference of the magic network, the magic explosion technique misfired, just like a harmless arcane fart.

I, Nima Angama, am as if I am petrified.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the skinny undead were blown down one after another, just like a chrysanthemum blooming in an instant with Angmar as the center. The scene was once very spectacular.

Three seconds later, the undead got up and rushed towards Angmar again.

At the critical moment of his death, Angmar frantically rebelled against himself, struggling to save all his mana. No matter what teleportation interfered, as long as he could successfully activate the teleportation spell, he would still have a way to survive.But how could the crowd of undead give him a chance?

Just at the moment of despair, a ray of holy light fell from the sky and shined straight on Angmar. The blazing holy energy slowly spread around him with him as the center, harvesting the decaying body of the undead like wheat.

The chrysanthemum bloomed again, but this time, the petals could no longer stand up.Hundreds of undead were wiped out with just one spell.

Angmar stared into the woods with his mouth open, and saw a tall man with patches on his clothes slowly walking towards him. He reached out and took off the hood on his head, revealing his gray hair.He has a Chinese character face, a beard, and traces of wind and frost on his face. His eyes are calm but firm, revealing a wisdom that has experienced the ups and downs of life.

If the person coming is not Lafayette, who else could he be?