Rise of the blood elves

The sharp sound suddenly resounded through the ruins of the Sunwell Highlands, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Everyone trembled in their hearts and looked in the direction of the Sunwell Temple in surprise.

"The early warning array of the temple has been activated." The guards on duty identified it and hurriedly ran towards the temple.

After being attacked by Darkan, the defense work of the highland ruins was doubled.There are at least hundreds of mixed patrols composed of elite warriors, spellbreakers and mages, standing guard 24 hours a day.

The guards gathered more and more, and the footsteps in the corridor became denser.

"what happened"

"I don't know, the alarm was suddenly activated." A guard who looked like a captain replied, stopping and waving his arms to greet the people behind him, "Get ready for battle and stay alert for possible enemy sneak attacks."

Boom, boom, boom

Several giant arcane puppets as tall as two people ran in the distance. The mana crystals on their chests were extremely dazzling. They were already operating at full capacity. Although they were large, they were not clumsy. The floor rumbled when they stepped on them.

On the platform near the temple, the portals opened one after another.A group of magisters and mages came out and ran towards the temple.They are all employees of the Third Magister, responsible for the daily operation and maintenance of the temple. Their residence is very close to the temple, so they are the first batch to arrive.

"What happened?" a high-level mage asked as he ran.

Researcher Duer, who was awakened before falling asleep, replied: "A guard said there was something wrong with the energy extraction spell, but the three seats are still in the temple. I don't know how such a thing could happen."

Before he finished speaking, an unusually powerful magic wave slowly emitted from the temple.

The mages were startled and couldn't help but slow down.Often engaged in research work here, they soon realized that this energy signature was clearly a sign of a large-scale overflow of magic network energy.

Then there is the energy imbalance, and then there is a big explosion that is enough to blow up half of the Sunwell Highlands. It is not as wide as the Sunwell explosion, but it is still terrifying.

The most important thing is that the Holy Tree and Three Seats are still inside.

Researcher Duer couldn't help but swallowed and made a gurgling sound in his throat.Looking at the person who asked the question before, his face was also pale and he wanted to retreat.

"What are you still doing? Go and activate the emergency measures." Magister Carlyle passed by the two of them like a thunderous wind. His old legs and feet could run faster than the young ones. "Evacuate the crowd and let all the irrelevant people move away."

Under the influence of magic fluctuations, the arcane energy floating in the air increased in vain, and it has become rich to a certain extent.The air was dyed blue, and small strands of energy attracted each other and combined with each other. There were endless crackling sounds, and blue sparks were flashing everywhere. It was really beautiful, but it contained a hint of terrifying destruction.

Magister Carlyle raised his hand and cast a protective spell, and rushed into the temple despite the magic burning, followed closely by everyone.

But as soon as they entered, they were stunned by the incredible sight before them.

The temple was completely destroyed. The stabilizing crystals, magic devices, and pipelines were all missing. Tiny colorful fragments were scattered on the scarred floor, which looked like a layer of fine sand.

The core of the holy tree was gone, and a tree that almost reached the ceiling was replaced by a tree almost three stories high. It was deeply rooted in the golden pool water, with golden branches and green leaves, and was extremely lush.

Anweina stood next to the big tree, her green hair fluttering in the wind, and her slender arms spread out. The arcane turbulence spurting out from the ground was guided by her, and then turned into a gentle energy flow and submerged into the body of the big tree.

The light golden tree bark is full of natural blue magic runes. It is complex and mysterious. With the continuous influx of energy, it occasionally changes in light and death, and is full of charm.

A figure was suspended in front of the big tree, and there was an energy connection as thick as an arm, connecting the two.The gold and blue colors on this man's body flowed erratically, and every time the bark rune shone, a large amount of arcane energy followed the connection and entered his body, almost turning him into a little blue man.But the golden color soon regained the upper hand, assimilating the arcane energy.

"Three Seats of Angmar" Magister Carlyle was so anxious that he rushed forward to rescue Angmar.

He is a magister in the top ten seats, and his understanding of arcane arts is extremely profound. How could he not see that there is a huge amount of arcane energy pouring into the bodies of the three seats?

Absolutely no one can survive in this situation

Anweina suddenly opened her eyes. There was no wave in her clear eyes, just like a primitive existence that had lived for endless years. She said calmly: "I have control over everything."

Carlyle, who is mature and prudent among the magisters, heard this voice, as if he had received the unquestionable highest order. He immediately stopped moving, endured the discomfort of being in the energy field, and bowed respectfully to Anweina. Back away.

"As you wish."

He then said to his colleagues behind him: "Exit the temple."

The magisters also heard Anweina's words and exited the temple one after another. They looked at the spectacular scene inside at the door with worries on their faces.

"Lord Carlyle, are we really not going to do something?" A mage couldn't help but ask, "The lives of the three seats are still uncertain."

Carlyle shook his head, "You heard the order and acted accordingly. He will be fine."

If there were outsiders present, they would be surprised.These magisters who have lived for a long time are not only powerful but also have unparalleled status. How can they obey the orders of a little human girl?

Because she's not a human girl at all.

She is the incarnation of the Sunwell, a transcendent magical creature with a human appearance. No one dares to despise her because of her appearance. Even His Highness Kael'thas is respectful in front of this girl.

Because she is the sunwell

Since her awakening, her personality has completely changed, as if she accepted the change of identity in an instant, and quickly changed from an ignorant and innocent human girl to a being who looks down on all living beings.It's not that she deliberately treats the blood elves in a condescending manner, but

This is the original state of the Sunwell.

Anweina became indifferent and calm. Anyone who looked at her would feel that the world shown in those eyes was extremely far away, as if it was beyond the comprehension and reach of mortals.

Individual blood elves have expressed concerns about this, suspecting that the Sunwell, which gave birth to self-will, will no longer be sipped by the tribe as it was in the past.

But it turned out that those people were wrong.

Anweina continued to use her energy to support the blood elves. Not only that, the animals and plants on the island were also blessed.

She is the same as the real body, shining all things and blessing all living beings.

However, it seems a bit weird to say that the former source of magic gave birth to its own soul.She has the brilliance of motherhood, but the appearance of a human girl gives people a deep sense of dissonance.

"The energy field is fading," Duer said in surprise.

Everyone took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case.

The golden light in the temple flashed away, and the warm sunwell energy centered on the temple and spread leisurely far and wide.Penetrating the bodies of the magisters, the force of the castration remained unabated, and it swept past the guards behind who looked confused.

Everyone felt refreshed and their lives were slightly more vigorous.

Arcane energy that exceeds the dangerous threshold is also removed by the aura in some unknown way.

Magister Carlyle took the lead, followed by the magisters, and entered the temple again.

"It's incredible," Durr said to himself.

In just one hour, the sacred tree changed from a pitiful sapling in the barrier to a large tree that reached the ceiling and occupied more than half of the space.If it weren't for the mess on the temple floor, reminding him of what just happened, he would have felt like he was hallucinating again.

"Yes, the energy extraction of the magic network node is ten times greater than before, but there is no sign of loss of control." A magician also praised after casting a spell to explore.

Carlyle looked at the Holy Tree and murmured: "And we no longer have to use the old method to extract the energy of the Magic Network. The Holy Tree grows on the nodes of the Magic Network. Go and report this good news to His Highness the Prince. "

After the destruction of the Sunwell and the loss of the stabilizing effect of the well's water energy, the blood elves were almost unable to make full use of the energy of the magic network hub here.And now, this is possible again.

"Three Seats"

People looked at the golden figure again.

After the light dissipated, the Third Magister Angmar landed lightly on the ground. He slowly opened his eyes and "looked" at the Holy Tree.In response, the runes on the latter's bark flashed twice, and Anweina, who was standing aside and stroking its branches, also smiled at Angmar.

Through the connection with the Holy Tree, the essence of the Holy Tree in Angmar also absorbed a massive amount of arcane energy and grew crazily.In terms of pure energy level, it has become more than ten times stronger than before, and even replaced part of the mana.

Under this almost barbaric increase in violence, the barrier between elites and epics quietly shattered, and he unknowingly entered the epic level.

"Alas," Magister Carlyle sighed, "What an enviable ability. I'm afraid Sanxi already possesses terrifying magic power that is not inferior to mine."

The crowd took it for granted.

In the Alterac Mountains, it was snowing heavily and it was freezing cold.

A small-scale encounter was taking place in Zhengsheng on a major thoroughfare in the southwest.

On one side were the Paladins led by the three leaders of the Knights of the Silver Hand, numbering around fifty.Their opponents were no less than five hundred undead.

Judging from the undead corpses on the ground, the undead army originally had at least a thousand troops, but most of them were killed.

"Mograine, don't be wary. All the supplies and equipment have been safely evacuated. Our mission is completed. Let's go quickly and don't be held back by the undead." Dasohan, the acting leader of the Knights, roared. His two-handed hammer suddenly swept across, knocking out all the undead around him. Sweep away.

Immediately, two young paladins approached, taking this opportunity to take a breather.They were covered in scars, obviously they had been fighting for a long time and were in extremely poor condition.

Dathrohan was calling to the other side of the battlefield, the Ashbringer who had recently risen to invincibility: Alexandros Mograine.Ashbringer is the name of the sword, and it is also the title of this middle-aged paladin. Wherever the sword points, all dead souls turn into ashes, it is the Ashbringer.

He was already the leading paladin of the Knights. After giving the crystal to King Magni Bronzebeard of Ironforge to forge it into the holy sword "Ashbringer", he became even more powerful with this help.Even the prestigious Dathrohan didn't think he could defeat Mograine, who was as one with the Ashbringer.

These days, the main force of the old alliance has been moving towards Dalaran. I don't know how many times they have been overtaken by the small groups of undead elite vanguards behind them, and how many battles have broken out.People deeply remember the two paladins who repeatedly entered the battlefield alone and saved the defeat. One was Mograine, and the other was Tirion Fordring holding the Silver Hand hammer.

Mograine swung his sword and cut the Stitch Monster in front of him in half. Regardless of being drenched in stinking rotten blood, he quickly led his team members closer to Dathrohan.

"Tirion, shrink your formation." Dathrohan was relieved and saw another group of ghouls coming towards him, followed by two terrifying spider demons, which were coming menacingly, but he was not timid and raised Warhammer charged forward.

At this moment, a beam of holy light fell from the sky and landed on the giant hammer of a tall figure next to him. The giant hammer immediately burst out with dazzling light and was smashed to the ground by the man.

boom

Based on the impact point of the giant hammer, the ground in a fan-shaped area burst apart, and blazing sacred flames spurted out. It did not melt the snow, but burned more than a dozen ghouls to ashes.Dathrohan shouted, took the opportunity to rush towards the spider demon, and killed the three disgusting spiders in a few rounds.

Dathrohan said while fighting: "Tirion, we still have such a tacit understanding."

"Just like before." Tirion, who had previously cast a consecration spell, responded, came to Dathrohan's side, and used his superb combat skills to make the war hammer dance stronger, consolidating the latter's flanks.

Tirion Fordring returns to the Knights of the Silver Hand as a "sinful man".

In such a critical moment, Tirion showed extremely strong personal strength.He wields the Silver Hand warhammer brought from the Tomb of Tyr, and is worth a thousand on the battlefield.Not inferior to the Ashbringer at all, he is a serious enemy of the Scourge and a dazzling banner for his own soldiers.

The paladins were fighting and retreating, but the three super strong men had already joined together and were standing on the front line against the undead.

No undead can survive two rounds in their hands, but they still continue to die one after another.

"They want to bite us," Mograine said. "It would be great if there were detection methods. We could kill all these undead and retreat before the other party's reinforcements arrive."

It's a pity that this is not a coordinated operation, but a sudden encounter.Under normal circumstances, there will be at least griffins and dwarf aircraft hovering over the battlefield to provide an overview of the battlefield situation and provide necessary information to the commanders.

"They are coming." Tirion shook his head and gestured behind him.

Dathrohan turned around to look, and saw that the densely packed undead had blocked the retreat and were rushing down the high slope, like a piece of dirt and devastation in the pure snow-capped world.

He glanced at the exhausted paladins around him, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I wish I had brought a horse with me. Prepare to fight to the death."

"You can't ride in knee-deep snow, my old friend."

After saying that, Tirion's warhammer glowed with white light.All the exhausted paladins also cheered up.