Rise of the blood elves

547【Brox's Glory】

One night, the "Three Travelers" had breakfast with Angmar.

The maids came and went, setting out a dazzling array of dishes and removing empty plates.Angmar didn't need to remind him that Vashj had asked the chef to pay attention to the dietary needs of the orc Brox, and added a lot of meat to his food.

Although Brooks is old and his back is a bit stooped, he is still a huge monster compared to the others here.In those big, calloused hands, the exquisite night elf tableware was no different from a child's toy.

That big mouth with fangs was like a bottomless pit. After eating food for five people and drinking a whole pot of fruit wine, he finally had enough to eat, and then he stared at the table in silence, looking very worried.

Even after so much time, the old warrior was still covered in bandages, filled with the best ointments Maiev had brought from the Temple of the Moon.There was no way, Luo Ning was a powerful legendary mage, and it was not easy to get burned by the energy-shaping fire spell he cast.

At the other end of the table, Crassus was mechanically repeating the action of eating, as if he was worried.Due to being deeply troubled by the homotopic phenomenon and due to weakness, his already pale skin became as pale as paper, making people feel that a gust of wind could blow him to the ground.

The atmosphere was dull.

Only the sound of metal cutlery scraping against plates broke the uncomfortable silence.In addition, there was the soft rustling sound made by Luo Ning as he turned the pages of the book.

Luo Ning was eating and reading.

His splinted left hand was the hand Brox grabbed when he broke through his ice barrier and pulled him out of it in "The Brawl of the Traveler Trio".The shoulder joint was dislocated due to force, the upper arm was fractured, the forearm was penetrated by a piece of ice and the muscle was broken, and the wrist that was held was shattered and fractured... It can only be said that fortunately he was sent to the Moon Temple in the city for medical treatment in time, and the priestess Their healing spells are effective enough, otherwise it is a question whether the arm can be saved - it seems to be recovering well, at least it can hold a spoon, put some food into the mouth from time to time, and holds a copy of "Cado" in the right hand "General Knowledge on Thunder Magic", I can't stop reading it.

Because the recovery process in the first few days was too boring, Luo Ning had to find something to do for himself.For example, it's like learning about the ancient arcane ways that were previously unknown and existed only in legends.

This book was found by Angmar from the city at his request.

The content is not complicated, it just briefly introduces the magic mastered by Kaldorei, and records a few extremely simple sleight-of-hand spells. It is used to help students who have never learned magic build their understanding of magic. It belongs to the Basic Magic Academy. Required reading before admission.

But the advantage is that it allows a mage like Luo Ning, who comes from 1 years in the future, to quickly understand the general situation of arcane magic in ancient times.

"It's unimaginable that the way they weave magic is so... primitive." Luo Ning suddenly sighed.

Angmar smiled and said: "Does Master Luo Ning still think that the ancient arcane ways are so profound?"

Humanity is not ignorant of the ancient war.

Through the link between the high elves who received the inheritance of the ancient Kaldorei Empire, and Dalaran, which has a close relationship with the high elves, the history of ancient times, and even the history of magic, was also introduced to the human kingdom.

Any Dalaran mage is fully aware of this.In the history of magic recognized by all races, the ancient period is called the enlightenment period of arcane magic.

"No," Luo Ning shook his head, "I just didn't expect that they would be so behind. However, their brilliance in the application of external magic sources is really surprising."

Angmar nodded.After all, the night elves are close at hand guarding the Well of Eternity, which is the source of life spewed out by the Titan Star Soul of Azeroth. When it comes to the use of such magic sources, even the high elves who own the Sunwell are far more powerful than Not as good as his ancestors.

After finishing breakfast, Angmar put down the tableware and said softly: "Yesterday I went to Zin Issaleen. With the progress of Havis, the demons will launch an attack on the capital of the night elves within a month at most."

As soon as the words came out, Ronin put down the book, Brox looked at him, and Krasus also raised his head solemnly.

Not long ago, Angmar informed several people about his recent progress and his attempts to change the fate of Azshara.Of course, that doesn't include "that" stuff.

As a foreign orc, Brox might have some difficulty understanding it, but it was no problem for Ronin and Krasus.Both of them were sad to learn that he was forced to advance this period of history personally in order to prevent the timeline from being affected by the ancient gods.

After a while, Luo Ning said quietly: "You know the outcome of this war, but you have to watch it happen, and even act as the driving force behind the scenes... It's really helpless."

Everyone's eyes dimmed.

Dalaran was destroyed at the hands of the Burning Legion.The ancient war also directly led to the emergence of the dragon soul, and the dragon soul eventually became an extremely terrifying demon soul in the mouths of mortal races, and enslaved the red dragon queen that Crassus loved 1 years later.In addition, the degradation and displacement of the orcs are closely related to the conspiracy of the Burning Legion.

Yes, for a few people who have suffered from the invasion of the Burning Legion, this is not a pain.

"What are you going to do next?" Luo Ning took a deep breath, raised his head and asked.

Angmar blinked, Ronin knew the entire plan.

Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, Ronin added: "I mean Azshara, the queen of the night elves."

Angmar said "Oh" and replied: "She is too powerful and is indeed the biggest obstacle to the coming of the Burning Legion. However, I believe that the Burning Legion will not rush into it before accumulating enough power to fight her." I just need to make sure that Harveys’ conspiracy is not discovered during this process.”

"I'm not worried about this, I mean, after the war starts, how are you going to explain all this to Azshara? If she learns that the person she loves most is this war - the ancient one who is about to destroy her empire. The mastermind behind the war, I'm afraid..."

Ronin shook his head, looked at Angmar with sympathy in his eyes, and said with emotion: "Speaking of this, Angmar, you are more and more surprising to me. You are actually with Azshara... the most beautiful person in history. It’s incredible how powerful mortals come together.”

"I hope she can understand my intention." Angmar sighed, stood up and said goodbye to the others, and walked out of the house, "I want to go to Zin Aissalyn. I have to trouble Crassus for today's class. Master Si and Master Luo Ning."

Behind him, Krasus's voice came from afar, "Anghmar, I must remind you that removing Azshara from the complete history and then changing her destiny is undoubtedly a dangerous and radical plan. Although for Azeroth, the benefits of this move cannot be ignored as much as the risks, but you must ensure that she can really embark on the path you have pre-arranged for her, otherwise, if there is a slight mistake, you may cause trouble for her. She has created a terrible enemy for the entire world... I don’t need to tell you that in the official history, after the War of the Ancients, she surrendered to the last ancient god and became a Naga and became a minion of the Dark Empire. …”

"Don't worry, I will." Faced with Krasus' warning, Angmar nodded.But he was saying in his heart that N'Zoth, who blessed the upper elves and transformed them into Nagas to escape the catastrophe, was actually...

Not the last of the Old Gods.

As soon as he left the hut and before he activated the teleportation spell, Angmar noticed that Brox was following him.

"Brox?" Angmar inquired.

"Prophet, I have something to ask you." The old orc looked like he was hesitating to speak.

In him, Angmar saw the helplessness of an old warrior entering his twilight years.

He once served as the most inconspicuous cog in the tribal war machine, following the warchief in all directions in the name of glory.

First it was Blackhand Blackhand, the Destroyer who was actually a puppet of the Shadow Council, and then Orgrim.

Although for countless wronged souls weeping blood in the Eastern Continent, the crimes committed by the orc invaders are too numerous to list.Among them, Orgrim, who defeated the Alliance one after another, almost destroyed the capital of Lordaeron, and led the tribe to massacre countless heroic soldiers, was the best.

But in the eyes of the orcs, Orgrim is worthy of the name of a hero. He exposed the Burning Legion's conspiracy to control the orcs through the Shadow Council, allowing the orcs to escape the enslavement of demons to a certain extent.After that, he led the orcs who lost their homes to fight hard and seize new settlements.

After Orgrim's death, he turned to follow Thrall, who inherited the mantle of Doomhammer.

Brooks has been fighting all his life and has experienced many battles. The scars all over his body are the best proof of his honor.During the Battle of Mount Hyjal, he stood firm, faced countless demons, and watched helplessly as all his comrades died beside him.

Although after the war, he became a highly respected war hero, received supreme honor, and was even selected into Thrall's personal guard.But for him, not being able to die on the battlefield with his comrades was a great humiliation and cowardly act, and he was filled with guilt.

He has always longed to be freed, to prove himself in an exhausting battle, to sacrifice himself, to prove his glory with blood.

Angmar knew that since ancient times, Brox had been completely cut off from the past.Many nights the old orc would wander alone in the forest and would not speak to anyone when he came back.

But after learning the story of the War of the Ancients and the imminent invasion of the world by the Burning Legion, Brox behaved completely unlike a normal person. Angmar could see indescribable things in those blue eyes. Anticipation and eagerness to try, as if he was eager to interpret his glory in this justifiable war.

After a long silence, Brooks suddenly asked: "Will the Burning Legion... really come?"

Angmar looked at him for a while, and finally nodded slowly, "Yes. And... the abyss lord Mannoroth, who will corrupt and enslave your compatriots with blood in 1 years, will also die in Hyjal as 'had' I came together as Archimonde’s adjutant in the Battle of the Mountain.”

Brooks' eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Although demons cannot be completely killed outside the Twisting Nether, you still have the opportunity to slay the orcs' greatest enemy." Angmar said.

"I know." Brooks puffed up his chest, slapped his clenched right fist heavily on his chest, and then turned around and left.

Even though he was covered in bandages, his gray beard and hair, and the wrinkles on his face all proved that his old white body was no longer what it used to be, but the old orc's retreating figure seemed to have replaced all the malaise, all of it. The flames of confusion and doubt…

It burst into flames.