Rise of the blood elves

515 [A group of 3 time travelers have arrived]

The two people lying quietly sleeping among the flowers looked like they had been through a storm, their clothes were disheveled and their clothes were torn.

One is a human man with fiery red hair, wearing a Dalaran mage robe embroidered with violet eyes. Although he looks like a mage, his burly physique and the thick red beard on his chin make him look like a mage. It has a rough and rough feel, which is completely opposite to the mage who is usually more delicate in his cognition.

The other "person" was thin and tall, with pointed and slender ears, and the outline of his facial features was much more detailed than that of humans. He turned out to be a high elf.But even by the appearance standards of high elves, his skin color was too pale, almost bloodless, as if he had contracted some serious disease.

From the familiar appearance to the familiar clothing style, it would be unreasonable if Angmar still couldn't figure out who these two people were.

Aren't they the same Ronin and Krasus who were supposed to be sent back to ancient times by Nozdormu to turn the tide a few years later?

Yes, Brox returned to ancient times early, and the two of them actually appeared together.

Well, now, the trio of time travelers has officially formed a group.

Angmar didn't know whether to laugh or cry, maybe Nozdormu was really helping him.

The Aspect Dragon has the same responsibility for ensuring the stable operation of the timeline.In view of the fact that the forces of the Ancient Gods have begun to move around, the War of the Ancients is likely to be aborted. After learning that Angmar used the method of exposing Azeroth to Sargeras in advance to make the War of the Ancients come early, Noro Zdom had to advance the time for the arrival of these three people.

After all, these three people are crucial roles in the ancient war. This advance history cannot be without their participation.Otherwise, the "War of the Ancients" known to later generations would not be established.

From Angmar's point of view, this also confirmed one thing from the side, that is, Nozdormu recognized his previous actions.

As he used his mental power to peer into the distance, deep roars of pain kept coming from inside the room.The maids came in and out carrying basins of hot water, bandages, splints and herbs.When you go in, the basin is clear, but when you come out, it is blood.A faint smell of blood gradually spread out from the hut.

After a while, the roar of pain gradually subsided, the maids filed out, and Maiev also walked out with a tired look on her face.

"How's it going"

Hearing the noise, Angmar withdrew his mental power, turned around and glanced into the room.Brox, who was covered in bandages, was lying on the bed, breathing heavily, as if he was asleep.

So he turned to Maiev, who was breathing in fresh air, and asked softly: "How is it?"

The moonlight shines on the earth, and the breeze blows on the face, bringing the fragrance of fragrant grass.

The two of them just stood at the door.

The height of high-blooded elves is similar to that of humans, and Angmar cannot compare with those naturally tall tribesmen. They can only be considered to be of medium height. Among the night elves whose average height is more than two meters, they appear thin and small. If it weren't for their skin color, They are so different that they wish they could be immediately lost in the public eye, but they are just on the same level as Maiev.

He happened to be able to see Maiev's outstanding figure and appearance clearly from the most suitable angle.

Looking down, like a swan version of the soft neck, there is a large area of ​​light purple skin that is slightly shiny with sweat. Further down, the moon-white priestess robe, which was originally perfectly tailored, is a little tight due to the sudden bulge. The flat belly, slender legs, and well-shaped lines all tell how strong and confusing the body is under the sleeveless robe that outlines the perfect figure.

The blood stains on the robe not only did not destroy the beauty, but instead brought out a sense of holiness like an angel in white.

Looking up, the silver shoulder-length hair sets off that heroic face.The facial features are majestic yet straight, with silver-grey pupils and slightly darker facial lines starting from the eyes and extending towards the forehead and cheeks.

At this time, Maiev Shadowsong was far from the evil-hating leader of the Watch in later generations.Young and outstanding, his appearance, temperament and figure are all unforgettable.

Angmar only dared to use his mental power to scan like this, and secretly sighed in his heart, "It's so beautiful that it's so pleasing to the eye." If he looked at it with his eyes unscrupulously, the "prophecy" would be like a sword hanging from the ceiling. If it is not kept intact, what will happen? trouble.

Even so, when Maiev heard Angmar's question, a blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and she didn't know what she thought of.But she quickly regained her composure and answered very professionally:

"Prophet, your friend is really strong-willed. He has dozens of serious injuries such as a broken nose bone, a dislocated left arm, a dislocated femoral head on his right leg, and a ruptured left knee ligament. In addition, there are There are many hidden injuries in fatal parts. If an ordinary person suffered such serious injuries, he would probably die long ago.

Fortunately, his body structure was not fundamentally different from that of a night elf. I corrected his misaligned bones, connected the fractures, and performed initial treatment.But if he wants to make a complete recovery, he still needs continuous treatment and maintenance in the next two months. "

Angmar nodded.Healing spells are not omnipotent. When facing some difficult injuries, one can only hope that the injured person's own vitality is strong enough.Thinking like this, he subconsciously asked: "So in the next two months, will we still see each other often?"

Maiev was stunned when she heard this, and her face turned red.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

"What I mean is," Angmar also realized something was wrong and hurriedly added, "In the next two months, we will have trouble with the high-ranking priestess."

Maiev stared at the flowers and plants in the distance to cover up her embarrassment, and muttered a vague "Yeah". After several attempts, she could not regain her previous cold attitude, so she had to use some words to ease the embarrassment, "Can you help the prophet?" ,it's my honour."

Having said that, his voice sounded very cowardly.

Maiev also noticed her embarrassment and hurriedly said goodbye: "I have to go. I will come over tomorrow night for follow-up treatment for your friend."

"Ah, see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow. May Elune bless you." Maiev bowed hastily and left as if fleeing.

Vashj took Maiev's Nightsaber in time and appeared outside the small courtyard.Maiev thanked her softly, got on her mount, clamped her slender legs lightly, and the night saber let out a low roar and flew away.

How inconvenient is it to ride a night saber while wearing a high-slit priest robe?

Looking at the beautiful figure gradually going away, Angama held her forehead, closed her eyes and chewed her teeth.

He felt like he was under some kind of spell.

You can't escape it.

The "prophecy" of the "fallen one" rang in my ears again.

His majestic mental power makes him sharp-sighted, quick-thinking, rational and calm.The power of order and the origin of shadow obtained from the Heart of Y'Shaarj have allowed him to break through the limits of mortals, far surpassing all known legendary powerhouses, and rivaling demigods, even guardians above demigods, and guardian dragons .And after living two lives, due to time travel, he not only has a full understanding of the world, but also because he has positioned himself correctly, he is able to see everything with a clear perspective, and is even calm.

But in the face of this kind of thing, there was Elisande before, and Maiev Shadowsong after knowing the consequences but still getting along with each other. Each vivid example proved that he was not without weaknesses.He now regretted asking "The Fallen" about Maiev. After all, knowing the outcome and letting it happen naturally without knowing how it happened were completely different things.

"Prophet, the high priestess seems to like you very much."

Vashj's windchimes-like voice sounded in her ears. Angmar opened her eyes and saw that the other party was holding a tray with a kettle, ready to be given to Brox in the room.

"Is there any?" Angmar returned to normal instantly.

"Women always know women best." Vashchi smiled sweetly and walked directly into the house. After a while, he walked out holding the bloody bandages and other things left on the ground, and whispered to Angmar: "When you come back You haven't had a good rest yet, so I've prepared hot water. Why don't I take a bath for you, so that you can wash away your fatigue and relax."

These words were extremely gentle, as if they had a different kind of magic power, and people couldn't help but agree.

It was really difficult for Angmar to connect the head maid who was very good at serving people with the Naga commander in her inherent knowledge. They were so different.

He took a deep breath, dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind, turned his gaze to the forest to the west, and said seriously: "No, come back and wash up. Prepare more water, I have to pick up my two old friends."

"Yes."

In Vashj's crisp response, Angmar disappeared in the sudden explosion of lightning. In an instant, he had passed through the transmission channel, spanning a distance of a hundred kilometers, and appeared in the forest.If you want to talk about the rise of blood elves with more like-minded people, follow " " on WeChat