Rise of the blood elves

Opening the door, a very thin Jialiya stood outside.Just from the pitiful weight that could be blown away by a breeze, you can tell how much suffering she has experienced this year.

"Please help me." Calia raised her head and looked at Angmar with pitiful eyes. She clutched her cloak tightly and shivered in the cold wind.

These days, Angmar has been ordering Olothalia to take care of the food and daily life of the Princess of Lordaeron. There is no other way. Apart from the female refugees, they have searched all over Ambermere but can't find a third woman.

The princess was wearing a spare robe of Orosalia. Female blood elves are already slimmer than female humans. Orosalia is also very thin among blood elves, but her clothes are more beautiful than those of Jiali. Ya still seems a little generous.

Before Angmar could speak, Caliya slipped into the room, sat down at the dining table, and stared at the flickering candlelight in silence.

In a daze, Angmar seemed to see a shadow flickering in the darkness.He quietly cast spells to explore, and found no fewer than ten stalkers in the ruins, all of whom seemed to be the "little tails" behind Caliya.

"This is interesting." Angmar closed the door as if nothing had happened, sat on the table and looked at Caliya condescendingly, "Your Highness, you are not sleeping so late, why are you here with me?"

She had recovered from the shock of losing the head maid she had relied on for a year, but she still looked a little shaken.The horrific experiences of this year may have left her with psychological trauma that is difficult to heal.

Caliya curled up her legs on the chair, curled up with her hands on her knees, shook her head and said: "Please don't send me back. You don't understand what my identity means. There are too many people who hope to use me to control this world." a piece of land”

Angmar sneered, thinking it was another drama of power struggle.

Although the Kingdom of Lordaeron was destroyed, at least the wealthy Hillsbrad Hills were still under control.There are many people who covet the legal right to rule this land.

Compared with the vast Lordaeron, Hillsbrad Foothills is indeed a bit smaller, but its area is comparable to the four kingdoms of Stromgard, Gilneas, Alterac and Kul Tiras, and even more. Needless to say, the land here is fertile and coastal commerce is extremely developed.

King Terenas died, Prince Arthas fell, and the only legal ruler of this land was Princess Calia, who had the right to inherit.

The most important thing is that there is no force behind her. The Terenas royal family no longer has any remaining power, and the difficulty of controlling her is almost negligible.For some ambitious nobles, if they show their "loyal" side and control them through marriage or other means, they may not be able to steal the rule of Lordaeron in a cunning way, or even use them as puppets. , and then became the legal controller of the vast northern country.

This is not pale, even if the undead are still rampant in this land, it does not prevent some people from doing whatever they can to achieve their ambitions.

This is so normal.

The return of Calia Menethil is the God-given opportunity they have longed for.

"Is there no trustworthy family? The Menethil family has ruled Lordaeron for more than 1000 years. I don't believe you have cultivated any close followers."

Angmar walked to the burning fireplace, took down the small pot on it, found a cup, put some soothing herbs, brewed a full cup of soothing tea, and handed it to Caliya.

Caliya held the water glass, her fair face made more and more haggard by the vague steaming heat.She shook her head painfully: "My dear, what qualifications do I have to say that these were loyal loyalists when my father was alive. After my father's death, no one knows whether they will change. Maybe there are still people worthy of trust, But I am alone, with no room for maneuver, and no capital for making mistakes. Once I make the wrong attempt or contact, I will push myself to a dead end. In such a period, no matter how cautious I am, I can't be too cautious. , can you understand?”

She raised her head and looked at Angmar with pleading eyes, "If it were you, you wouldn't want to become someone else's puppet for the rest of your life, living a miserable life in which you can't help yourself. I heard about you. Identity, you are the third magister of Quel'Thalas, and your status is comparable to that of a great noble. You must help me, please."

Looking at Princess Calia, who was once aloof, but now had no choice but to humbly grasp the last life-saving straw around her because of desperation, Angmar found that she was not stupid.

On the contrary, it can be said that it is very clear, but a little too careful.How could Lordaeron be such a big country without finding a loyal person? Walking on thin ice is not enough to describe her caution. However, Angmar could understand this. During the nearly one year of desperate survival experience, she had neither enough food nor clothing to keep her warm. They are always worried that they will be discovered by the undead. Whenever there is any disturbance, they will be as frightened as a frightened bird.

This kind of terrible experience is enough to change a person, let alone a woman who has no power but is the sweet potato in the eyes of all careerists.

While groping for paper and pen in his arms, Angmar asked: "So how do you want me to help you? Is it to send you to a safe place, change your appearance, and live a peaceful life in peace and harmony?"

With a "bang", the pen and paper was photographed in front of Caliya.

"I'll help you get your legal inheritance rights back. If you choose the second one, you can write down those trustworthy names and I will send someone to contact them."

After speaking, Angmar sat on the table again, tapping his fingers on the table from time to time, making a soft "click-click" sound.

Caliya looked at the high-end quill filled with ink and the flawless white precious straw pulp paper in front of her, and she was a little hesitant for a moment. The sound of "click, click, click" fell in her ears, like a clock urging her to die, and every click was like a rumbling drum that could shatter her eardrums.

Finally she gritted her teeth, picked up the quill and started writing.The round jade arms like lotus roots were exposed from the sleeves, and the numerous scars on them were shocking. In this year of narrow escape,

She was having a really bad time.

Angmar sat on the table and could just see Calia's curvaceous white neck, which also had several horrific scars.Just from this casual glance, it is not difficult to imagine how many equally terrible scars there are on her skin hidden under the clothes.

He suddenly realized that he had indeed underestimated this woman and ignored the most important point in his evaluation of her.

As a pampered princess who was pampered since she was a child, she can survive from desperate situations for so long. Her tenacity

I'm afraid it's far beyond my imagination.

"Your Highness, aren't you afraid that I am also using you? In terms of ambition, I may be more terrifying than the nobles you mentioned." Angmar said calmly.

With a "pop" sound, the pen tip broke, leaving a large ink mark on the straw pulp paper.

"I have no choice." Caliya's soft voice revealed an indescribable determination.

After saying that, she straightened the quill that was difficult to use anymore with her fingers, and continued writing without caring that the ink stained her green fingers.

The handwriting is still beautiful.

"Princess Calia, the blood elves will help you. But don't worry, we don't have any ill intentions at all, because we have the same goal and enemy."

After speaking, Angmar stood up and came to the door. The energy of the Sunwell in his body was already ready to activate.

While the two were talking, no fewer than fifty uninvited guests had gathered outside.

"We have guests."