Rise of the blood elves

Blood elves are usually taller than humans, and Angmar's lanky body is even more so.Standing in front of Lafayette, he felt like he had to look up to the latter.

Although Lafayette is relatively tall, this heartfelt feeling of looking up has nothing to do with height.

Lafayette is over fifty years old. For people of this age, the back may no longer be straight.But there is no trace of helplessness in him heading towards his twilight years.

The gray beard and hair, the deep wrinkles, and the deep eyes exuding the light of wisdom accumulated over the years, all prove how much the first-generation paladin has experienced in the ups and downs of his life, and now he shoulders the responsibility of What a heavy responsibility.

"These orcs have saved hundreds of members of the Knights, and we must at least show them the way to survive. This is our responsibility, not yours," Tirion frowned and said seriously, "You don't have to risk it at all. At the risk of angering the tribe, come into contact with these orcs."

No one understands the meaning better than Lafayette.

His cross-racial friendship with Eitrigg made him accused of treason.Thanks to Angmar's efforts, he recently decided to return and was quickly accepted by the Knights.But apart from these brothers who can understand him, there are many people outside who still regard him as a shameless traitor who betrayed the motherland.

"Under the threat of the Burning Legion, we are no different. When the external threat is eliminated, we can fight a war and use blood to wash away the anger and hatred in each other's hearts, but" Angmar shook his head, "This war It will never end. One day, people will realize that individual hatred is more important than the survival of Azeroth, and cooperation with hostile groups is inevitable even if it is only short-lived."

"When the war makes everyone breathless, they will understand that without the strength of any ethnic group, it is impossible for us to survive such a catastrophe. Before that, I am willing to be the first pioneer , it would be great if it could lay a good foundation for the inevitable cooperation between the two parties."

Tirion sighed leisurely and glanced at the orc migration team, his expression becoming more solemn, "I dare not say that you overestimated this war, but you definitely overestimated the power of these orcs. There are only three thousand of them. Excluding the old, weak, women and children, less than [-]% can take up arms and fight. Even if they join the coalition, how much help will they have?"

Angmar's thoughts drifted far away, and he was not referring to the current war.Judging from the number of members of the Frostwolf clan, it does not have much impact on the battle situation, but the implications behind it are extremely important.

The wheel of history has its own trajectory, and there will always be wise men in this world.Just like Dalaran, which advertised the seriousness of the situation in the Eastern Continent, and the various tribes who heard the news sent troops to assist.

But is just a few months really enough to reverse the outcome of this war?

He needs an answer.

"I heard that you found Her Highness Caliya. I must say that we owe you another favor."

Lafayette's words interrupted Angmar's thoughts.

"Ah, Lord Tirion, I just did what I should do. I think the patriots of Lordaeron who are still fighting for their homeland will be excited to hear the news of the return of Her Royal Highness the Princess. However."

He looked at the Hammer of the Silver Hand that Tirion carried on his back.

The shape of this Titan-made artifact is exaggerated. Even after being scaled down, it is twice as large as an ordinary war hammer. It is far beyond the ability of ordinary people to use it freely.Possibly due to the fact that the power of holy light was often poured into it during this period, the hammer head and body, which were made of unknown metal, had a golden color that was changing, exuding extremely powerful sacred energy fluctuations.

Angmar continued: "This year's tragic experiences have cast an indelible shadow on Her Royal Highness's heart. Perhaps only the power of faith can help her find her direction again."

Tirion frowned deeply when he heard this, and looked at Dathrohan next to him, his eyes showing worry.

Angmar bowed deeply, bid farewell to the two of them, and walked towards Hamuul who was talking to the orcs.

After getting along with her several times, he felt to some extent the darkness deep in Jialiya's heart.In the official history, there is Archbishop Fao, so this is naturally not a problem, but the reality has been completely changed by Angmar.

The two knight commanders who are loyal to the royal family of Lordaeron will definitely take this issue seriously.I just don’t know if Caliya can successfully embark on the path of Holy Light under their guidance.

What if she becomes a paladin?

The Princess of Lordaeron, who transformed into the Holy Lightbringer, stood in the howling cold wind of Northrend, holding the supreme artifact and pointing at Icecrown Citadel. Millions of troops immediately launched a charge. At the end of the battle, Frostmourne shattered, and she took it with her own hands. Killing his fallen brother Arthas

That scene makes me emotional just thinking about it.

Hamuul seems to have completely won the trust of the Frostwolf Commander, who is expressing his worries to him: "Those damn undead actually sent flying ghosts to search the mountains inch by inch, otherwise we wouldn't have to leave safety. Mountains. Now that the Frostwolves are in danger, we need guidance from anyone, from the Warchief to Elder Drek'Thar."

In order to slow down the march of the remnants of Lordaeron, the Scourge did everything they could to create avalanches, send members of the Cursed Cult to infiltrate, and contaminate military rations with plague.

If it weren't for the leading elite troops of all tribes, whether Garithos could lead people out of the snow-capped mountains would be a big problem.Focusing on destruction and counterattack, the two sides conducted many battles, even reaching the mountains in the north.

So the Frostwolf clan was helplessly involved in this war.

Hamuul promised: "I will return to Dalaran immediately and ask the mage to open a portal to Kalimdor for me and bring the news to your people."

"No need to waste time." Angmar walked from the side and said, "I can take you two there now."

Hamuul's face lit up with joy.

The orc hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made a decision. He clenched his right hand into a fist and beat it heavily on his chest. He solemnly said: "Please forgive my previous doubts, blood elf. You can call me Iron Shield." , Jorek Iron Shield.”

Angmar nodded slightly and began to slowly accumulate magic power.He needed an answer, and only Kalimdor had the answer.

Transcontinental teleportation is not an easy task. In addition to knowing the exact coordinates of the destination, it also extremely tests the magic level of the caster.With his strength when he first entered the epic, even with the essence of the Holy Tree, the portal to Kalimdor he opened was only enough for three or four people to travel with him.

After ten minutes of long and tedious spell casting process, a blue portal appeared out of thin air.

Angmar wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had never weaved a portal across such a long distance, and his first attempt almost failed.

"Let's hit the road, you two," he said.

The barren land is desolate and primitive. The vegetation is sparse on the endless brown wilderness. The occasional tree stands alone on it. The unyielding weeds gather in clumps. They are all occupied by powerful predators such as prairie lions and serve as a shield from the scorching sun. 's habitat.

Walking on this unbearably hot and desolate land, Angmar could not help but hear the long, lonely and desolate sound in his heart, and memories suddenly came to his mind.

This was once the home of the tauren. After the new tribes took shape, many settlements and outposts were established here due to the barrens' extraordinary geographical location extending in all directions.

Theramore, which has long established a foothold in Dustwallow Marsh, has also been deploying heavy troops in the strategically important northern castle.

The Northern Castle is not only a transit dock for Theramore's offshore trade ships and fishing boats, but also a forward base to monitor the movements of the orcs under the constraints of the peace treaty.

Even with the sincere cooperation at the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the deep-seated hatred between the two groups has put the fragile peace that leaders on both sides have worked so hard to maintain to the test.A powerful force capable of acting as a deterrent would undoubtedly aggravate the tense situation, but for the relatively weak Theramore, it was a powerful guarantee for safeguarding its own rights and interests.

Without the guarantee of military power, peace is just an illusion that is about to burst.

Thrall is quite tolerant of the northern castle, which is like a nail driven into the heart of the tribe.This was the biggest concession he made to Theramore, which was feeling uneasy due to its weak position in the peace treaty signed by both parties.

There are no tribal troops stationed around the northern castle.No one knows how much effort it took for Warchief Thrall to maintain rare restraint among his hawkish subordinates who had emerged from the war years.

At least for a long time, leaders on both sides deserved praise for their efforts toward peace.

But objectively speaking, Theramore, which is not strong enough to compete with the tribe's military power but is surrounded by powerful enemies, has been destined to walk on thin ice since its establishment.Or

It is destined to be a tragedy.

From the standing troops in the Northern Castle to the extremely high density of sentries in Dustwallow Swamp, all of them showed Theramore's cautious attitude.

It is a pity that peace is still a dream in the end. No one can stop the rolling wheels of war.

If we talk about who will benefit the most from the undercurrent of the situation in later generations, it will be the greedy goblin.The Ratchet City they built was the best transit station for bilateral trade. They used reasonable and legal means to earn huge amounts of wealth from both parties.

These little things who often say "time is money" will give you a warm and false smile, maybe even reveal two tacky big gold teeth, and then do whatever it takes to "earn" your gold coins. into one's own pocket.

Angmar didn't know what the Barrens would look like in the future. For two days and two nights, he and Jorek followed Hamuul, who knew the way, looking for traces of the orc army.

Both Jorek and Hamuul are skilled hunters. For nomadic races like orcs and tauren, hunting seems to be an instinct flowing in their blood.

The three of them ate and slept in the open. When they were thirsty, they drank the fresh water condensed by Angmar's water-making technique. When they were hungry, they ate the chocobos shot by the two hunters.

Once, the three of them encountered a group of foraging raptors. These social beasts were at the top of the food chain in the Barrens. If they met the three of them, they would inevitably turn into a delicious meal.

After eating the barbecue raptor meat, Angmar had only one thought in his mind: it was too unpalatable, the meat was old and hard, and had a strange sour taste. It was simply a blasphemy against meat.

After getting along with him for a few days, Chorek's attitude towards Angmar changed drastically.From the initial alertness, it suddenly turned into a regretful meeting, and the change in the middle seemed a bit unreasonable.

Jorek felt that Angmar had a different kind of charm. He was obviously a foreigner, but whenever the tradition of the orcs was mentioned, he could pick up the conversation, and he knew everything about it, and he was very much like those mature and prudent people. Shamans.

The nights in the Barrens were very cold, and the three of them always slept next to each other.The kind-hearted Hamuul would leave the position closest to the bonfire to Angmar and Jorek, who did not have thick fur to withstand the low temperature.

When they turned over, the minotaur accidentally pressed down on the two of them. They woke up from the suffocation and tried their best to move the snoring minotaur away from them. Then they couldn't sleep anymore and simply got up to add fuel to the bonfire. Chatting while eating barbecue.

Jorek heard a lot about Draenor from the blood elves.

The ancestors had almost forgotten what their hometown was like when they were on Chorek, but the blood elves actually knew more about the grasslands of Nagrand, the jungles of Tanaan, and the draenei of Talador than he did.

When he lay back down by the campfire and prepared to fall asleep, Jorek felt that he must introduce the blood elves to Drek'Thar or the warchief, at least let them know that there is a weak alien who understands so well that he is about to be killed by the orcs. Forget the clean traditional way

The journey was always short, and finally in the early morning of the third day, the three of them caught up with the orc army that was moving towards the Stonetalon Mountains.