Rise of the blood elves

Angmar was still completely immersed in the illusion of the holy tree, and said without looking back: "I know. I want to stay a little longer. You can go back and rest first. If you have anything, report to me tomorrow."

Researcher Duer glanced at Angmar in confusion.

He seemed to feel that the energy of the holy tree was constantly gathering towards the person in front of him.In a daze, the shadow of a giant tree seemed to appear on Angmar's body.

Duer squeezed his eyes hard, "Uh, is this another hallucination?"

"Oh, I really can't work for so long anymore." After muttering, Duer scratched his messy hair, yawned and packed up his things.

"Then I'll leave first, seat three."

In Angmar's vision, the illusion lasted for less than half a minute before disappearing.

The golden sphere made a soft "click" sound, clearly indicating that it was about to break.Researcher Duer was right, the sacred tree was indeed about to break through the wall, but he never expected that this scene would happen so soon after he left.

The roots of the small tree trembled twice, began to slowly grow longer and thicker, and gradually extended downward.The remaining essence of the golden Sunwell inside the sphere also followed the cracks in the shell and fell drop by drop into the pool below.

As soon as the water in the pool came into contact with the golden water droplets, it boiled instantly.The faint golden light spread in the blue-purple magic water until the hundred-meter-square pool was dyed golden like a holy tree.

Magical energy is like water, it also flows to lower places and accumulates.In order to preserve the last remnants of the Sunwell, the Holy Tree Core used its remaining energy to form a barrier that was isolated from the outside world.At the expense of the loss of vitality, the dissipation of the residue is slowed down.

After Anweina returned, this move lost its meaning.Nourished by the energy of the former, coupled with the enthusiastic help of a group of night elf druids, the core of the sacred tree regained its vitality and began to thrive.Now it has accumulated enough energy to break through the barrier it set up and return to its original form.

No one knows how far the sacred tree Sath'ara, combined with the remains of the Sunwell, will eventually grow.It will definitely become the second source of magic power after Anweina, and its importance to the blood elves is self-evident.

With a "click", the floor shattered.The energy pipeline buried underground was pulled out by an inexplicable force, and a huge amount of pure magic erupted from the crack, almost hitting Angmar who was standing nearby.

He stepped back and stood there for a moment, but did not immediately cut off the energy transmission of the pipeline.

The gushing quickly turned into turbulence, blowing over the equipment, recording instruments and paper documents in the temple, making a mess.

The small tree flashed with golden light, and with the broken pipeline as the center, a mana tornado visible to the naked eye formed in vain, rolled towards the golden sphere, and was completely absorbed by the small tree inside.

"Sure enough, the holy tree needs magic power for itself to complete its transformation." Angmar thought, taking a few steps back again and standing in the distance to watch this spectacular scene quietly.

With energy support obtained, the aura of the holy tree climbed steadily.More and more roots have mutated and are stretching downwards, trying to reach the ground at the bottom of the well.The transformation of the holy tree caused the essence of the holy tree in Angmar's body to surge.

The Holy Tree seems not yet satisfied, and continues to express its urgent desire through its connection with Angmar.

"Isn't the magic power enough?" Angmar walked to the console and recited a spell in a low voice. While increasing the magic power output, he closely observed the condition of the holy tree.Seeing that he was not satisfied at all, he gritted his teeth and pushed the magic output to the extreme.

For a moment, the ground trembled and buzzed continuously.

The holy tree frantically absorbed the energy of the magic network derived from the pipeline. As if it was not satisfied, there was another flash of golden light. The protective spell in the temple was quietly lifted, and the magic output increased more than ten times.

"What?" Angmar gasped and his expression changed drastically.

This place is the magic network node of Quel'Thalas. Looking at the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, there are only a handful of places that can rival this place in terms of total energy.

With the extraction of a large number of profound spells and magic devices, a massive amount of arcane energy gathered into the temple.A large part of it is directed by the current limiting spell to act on itself, limiting the flow to prevent it from exceeding the temple's load limit, falling into an unstable state, and triggering a violent explosion.

And now the Holy Tree has resolved all current-limiting spells

Angmar watched as the magic in the temple lost control.

Pure arcane energy steamed up, faintly distorting the air, and the entire hall was filled with terrifying magic fluctuations.The original tornado quickly evolved into a whirlpool. It was like a hurricane blew up in the temple, and even the stress defense spells were activated.

The blown objects hit the invisible protective barrier and were instantly torn apart, and then were twisted into pieces by the arcane turbulence.The tiny fragments were caught in the whirlpool, and were given terrible lethality by the wind speed. Like knives, they carved deep marks on the pillars, the ground, and expensive magic equipment.

As soon as Angmar summoned the mana barrier to protect his body, he saw a violent turbulence carrying fragments coming towards him, hitting the barrier and causing ripples.After calming down for a while, he tried to communicate with the Holy Tree, but the latter ignored him at all and kept strengthening the suction power, continuously absorbing the magical energy in the magic network.

The guard who was dozing outside the door was awakened by the continuous loud noises. He poked his head in and was startled by the sight in front of him. He asked loudly: "Sanxi, are you okay?"

The sound of the wind covered up the words. Angmar used magic to increase the volume and responded: "Go find someone and call all the magisters."

This was no longer a situation he could handle alone.Not only was the holy tree frantically absorbing magic power, but the essence of the holy tree in his body was affected by it and was also absorbing magic power that was everywhere.Without much effort, the rioting magic power that was enough to burst an epic mage entered his body and rushed through every cell, making him miserable.

This is not mana, but untamed arcane energy. No mage will let this kind of thing enter the body easily.

"Yes"

The guards immediately took orders.

The mana storm intensified, the pillars collapsed, the floor tiles peeled off, and no good place was left. The newly rebuilt temple suffered another disaster. Anyone who was in it would have the illusion of doomsday.

Angmar endured the pain that was like tearing his body. He originally planned to activate the temple's emergency spell and forcibly cut off the extraction of the magic network energy, but he immediately overturned his idea and decided to grit his teeth and observe for a few more minutes.The Holy Tree is undergoing a very important transformation, and hastily interrupting its subsequent source of magic power will probably lead to consequences that no one wants to see.

He lowered his body to avoid being hit by debris, forced himself to suppress the arcane energy in his body, and observed the holy tree with all his concentration. He silently recited the emergency spell several times and kept it in his mouth, preparing to kill everything before it was beyond the control of the holy tree. It saves it.

"Stop it, stop it, you'll be fine if this keeps up, but I'm going to die." There was an explosion of magic power inside, and there was a horrific vision of destruction outside, and every minute and every second felt like a lifetime.

After an unknown amount of time, Angmar could no longer hold on. Even with all his guidance, the speed at which the arcane energy could be driven away could not keep up with the speed at which they were pouring in.Even if you create a spell that consumes a lot of mana to consume it, it will only be a drop in the bucket.If this continues, his body will inevitably be homogenized by arcane energy.

Suddenly, the manic arcane energy stagnated, and all the pain disappeared.

Angmar raised his head and saw a slender girl in white walking into the temple.The girl has a pretty face and a calm expression.As she walked forward slowly, the violent mana storm gradually calmed down, and crystal dots of purple light surrounded the girl like stars holding the moon, as well-behaved as a little sheep.

"Crashing"

It was almost pulverized into tiny debris smaller than a fingernail and scattered all over the floor.

The mana storm stopped, and the air was filled with an indescribable strange smell. It seemed that something had been annihilated into powder by the torrent and scattered in the air. The smell was extremely unpleasant.

"Anweina" Angmar was relieved, fell to his knees and gasped for air.

Anweina waded directly to the sacred tree and stretched out a small white hand to touch the sphere.

"Click"

The unbreakable spherical barrier immediately shattered, and the extremely concentrated remnants of the Sunwell spilled down, causing the pool water to boil again, but Anweina, who was standing in it, was completely unaware.

The core of the holy tree slowly fell down, suspended on a palm on the surface of the pool, and emitted warm energy fluctuations.

Anweina couldn't help but smile and reached out to touch the core of the sacred tree. The latter's small branches actually swung twice, seeming to enjoy the girl's touch.Immediately afterwards, it began to grow wildly. The roots penetrated into the pond water and became intertwined; new branches and green shoots were pulled out and slowly expanded.

Anweina's magic power is the best nutrient for the holy tree.Even if there is only a little bit, it is far more effective than a massive amount of magic network energy.

The essence of the Holy Tree in Angmar's body finally leveled off, and along with the flourishing branches of the Holy Tree, it grew rapidly at a stable rate.

He glanced at Anweina, who was talking to the Holy Tree in a low voice, with a sweet smile blooming from time to time on her face. It was no longer possible to resist the fatigue coming from the depths of her soul, so she lay down on the spot and reluctantly entered a meditative state.