Rise of the blood elves

In late winter, temperatures in the north of the mainland drop sharply.

Heavy snowflakes were flying in the sky over Dalaran, but before it fell to the ground, it was annihilated by a magical barrier that shone with a faint purple light and enveloped the entire city of Dalaran.

Dark clouds cover the sky, and the undead are pressing down on the area. The once bustling streets are desolate, and not a single civilian can be seen anymore.Together with the villagers from the villages outside the city, everyone joined the evacuation team and fled to the relatively safe coastal areas and Arathi Highlands.

In a few days, the Great Plains of Dalaran will be shrouded in the clouds of war, and no one will want to stay here to die.Even those who were optimistic about the war lost any confidence after hearing the rumors that the defense line at the southwest pass was instantly broken under the attack of countless resurrected people.

The vacant houses have now become barracks for the coalition forces of all races, and most of them are occupied by the Khaz Modan dwarf troops who came to support them.There are still many dwarves from Gnomeregan, but they are currently building fortifications outside the city, and there are basically no people in the city.

Occasionally, I walked past a few hurried human mages, bent over to adjust the magic defense devices everywhere, or perfected the position spells.

Military supplies were piled up everywhere on the streets, and a large number of roadblocks were set up on each street, equipped with protective spells to resist attacks from the air.It seemed that he was well prepared to be invaded by the undead and start a street fight with the opponent.

At the corner of Krasus' platform, a large portal suddenly opened.The middle-aged mage wearing a high-level violet robe next to him immediately turned around to face the portal, and his demeanor became respectful.

Not long after, a group of blood elves filed out of the portal. The leader was the leader of the blood elves, Prince Kael'thas, followed by Angmar Morningstar, who had just been promoted to the third level of magister, and some of his followers. Magister.

"Your Majesty the Sun King." Violet High Mage bowed slightly.

Kael'thas is a member of the Kirin Tor Council and the leader of Dalaran. Logically speaking, he doesn't need to be called that.But the prince has more than just this identity. He is also the supreme leader of the blood elf clans in the alliance of clans. It is currently during the war, and the reception staff must be respectful with this title.

Kael'thas nodded slightly towards the man, not caring that the other person called him by the wrong title.As early as when he was in danger, he told his tribe that his father Anastarian would be the last Sun King of the high elves and would be remembered by his tribe forever.He did not want to call himself the Sun King.

"Is the defensive barrier already in a state of activation? It seems that the situation is far more severe than I imagined."

Kael'thas noticed the purple barrier in the air, and his expression became a little solemn.

Like the Sunwell, Dalaran is also built on a magic network hub in the north of the continent.The magic barrier covering Dalaran is some kind of super-large protective barrier powered by magic network energy.

Of course, in terms of construction principles and energy levels, this barrier is definitely not as good as the Bandinor Barrier in Quel'Thalas, but it is still strong and can completely withstand the bombardment of a large number of siege weapons and powerful killing spells.

The activation process of this super-large protective barrier covering the entire city is very slow and will take at least several days.Therefore, it must be placed in a standby state in advance so that it can be put into use quickly when the situation worsens.

But in this way, a huge amount of energy and various media materials are consumed every day.The energy of the magic network here is not as abundant as Quel'Thalas. Even though Dalaran has a strong foundation, it cannot withstand such consumption, which shows that it has already prepared for the worst situation.

"After improvements by Lord Antonidas, this barrier has special properties against undead creatures. Once activated, any undead creature within the range of the barrier will be burned by magic." The receptionist explained, When he spoke, there was a trace of pride and pride in his expression that was difficult to conceal.

Antonidas is the pride of human mages. Putting aside those old guys who have retired or are currently missing, his strength and understanding of magic can be said to be the highest among the seven human kingdoms, and he is the most powerful wizard in mankind. one.

Kael'thas looked at the barrier and praised: "Antonidas's protective spells are truly unparalleled."

"Thank you for your compliments," the receptionist mage bowed sincerely and thanked him. He stretched out his hand and said, "Lord Antonidas has been waiting for you for a long time. Please."

"You guys rush to the front line to meet up with Romans. I will come after the meeting." After giving an order to his entourage, Kael'thas followed the receptionist mage to the Violet Castle.

After taking care of domestic affairs, excluding some key magisters who still stayed behind, the prince soon led more than ten magisters, including Angmar, to Dalaran. He was preparing to visit the blood elf troops to personally supervise the battle.

It can be said that the prince saw through the essence of this war, which was related to the fate of the entire north.The blood elves simply cannot stay out of the matter. The Scourge will never be destroyed. The blood elves will one day be wiped out by the increasingly powerful undead forces. By then, there will be no talk of post-war reconstruction or recuperation.

It is not advisable to deceive oneself and others, the blood elves must join the war. Only by solving the serious problems at heart can the reconstruction work proceed in a stable environment.

Despite the advice and obstruction of the conservative nobles, the prince still ordered the military to select two thousand elite soldiers, who would arrive through the large portal later.

These two thousand soldiers, including [-] veterans of the Sunfury Legion who survived the brutal war with almost death, were personally led by Salorian Morningseeker; [-] Eversong Rangers, and [-] of the most elite Farsighters. The Walker Rangers, commanded by the new ranger lord Halduron Brightwing.

At this point, coupled with the several Spellbreaker squadrons sent earlier, the blood elves have sent nearly [-] troops to the battlefield of Dalaran.

The number of three thousand may seem unremarkable, but they are all elite or quasi-elite top soldiers. Their combat power is not inferior to that of Lordaeron's regular army of ten thousand people, so they should not be underestimated.It is already the strongest force that the blood elves can integrate while ensuring the country's recovery operation.

After the prince left, the one with the highest status among the remaining people became Angmar.

He looked around and found that everyone was waiting for him to speak.After the magic network chaos subsided, these magisters who had been responsible for the preparations for the temple in the south were all liberated, so they were the first batch to come with the prince.

Angmar's reputation was limited to the circle of magisters on Quel'Danas Island. Outside the circle, no one would recognize him as a young magister.

The prince is so open-minded and can choose talents in an eclectic way. He does not hesitate to break the outdated selection standards that have been used for thousands of years, but he gives special consideration to the promotion of his own advisers. Isn't this a return to the old path?

These magisters all maintained their respect on the surface, but just from their undisguised disdain in their eyes, it was not difficult for Angmar to see their true thoughts.

"I have something to do and need to stay for a while. You all can set off first."

After speaking, Angmar left without waiting for anyone to respond, taking the frail woman behind him who covered her face with a wide hood.

"Alas, the prince would actually promote him to the third rank of magister," Magister Candyris sighed shortly after Angmar left. "He is only 23 years old, what does he know?"

"With his merits, he is indeed qualified to take on this responsibility."

Candyris raised his eyebrows and said displeased: "First, the Silver Moon Council took the credit for inserting Leonard, an ignorant fool, into our group of magisters, and now there is a prince of Angmar who has made us magicians." If the position of mentor is treated as a kind of reward, if this continues, I think within a few years, the group of magisters will be in chaos again."

"Kandris, you are always so aggressive. Okay, let's go quickly."