Rise of the blood elves

418【The Return of the Prophet (Big Chapter)】

Elisande's body was shaking involuntarily.

The rain washed away the blood on the haggard little face, which was sprayed from Mirna's arteries by her best friend and the previous student who was sacrificed by the troll.

Myrna fell next to the altar, her petite body being left there like a useless sack, twitching slightly.Her long light purple hair, which was wet by the rain, was messy and stuck to her cheeks. Her beautiful, round eyes had long since lost all their vitality. Blood foam was still pouring out from the corners of her mouth, making a gurgling sound.

Elisande closed her eyes, unable to cry.The tears had already dried up from the painful experience of the past half month, and now she was only numb.The continuous torture has left her without any awareness of death, as if it was just a common word.

She was in pain, the bruises on her body, her wrists that were tightly bound by ropes, and her lower abdomen where a troll jailer hit her with a wooden stick because she tried to resist yesterday, all hurt all over her body.It hurt so much that even taking a small breath turned into a difficult movement.

But she didn't understand.

Why do trolls do this to us?

This half month was the most painful experience in her life. During the graduation practical course of the Basic Magic Academy, Teacher Nelson took them to the suburbs of the city to practice magic.As a result, a troll suddenly appeared, captured all the apprentices in Zuldazar, and killed Teacher Nelson, who had always treated Elisande as his own.

Trolls tortured them, forcing them to reveal their magical secrets.As teenagers, they were all frightened by what they had experienced.

After discovering that they didn't understand much at all, the troll simply began to use evil voodoo magic to extract their magic power. People kept dying, and the troll would take away a few every day, and the people who were taken away never came back.

They spent a whole week in fear and in the dark, dank dungeon.Until today, these savage trolls were brought to the altar to sacrifice themselves to the equally savage Loa gods.

Elisander's neck hurt, and a strong hand pressed her neck from behind, pushing her onto the altar, and pressed her face tightly against the cold altar that was wet by the rain. .

suddenly

She felt a chill on her neck, and all the fine hairs stood up.

It was a dagger exuding infinite chill, sticking to his skin.She wanted to resist, but her petite and weak body could not break away from the big iron-like hand, which instead caused the cruel laughter of the troll behind her.

Am I going to die?

It shouldn't hurt very much.No matter how painful it is, it's not as painful as the troll's voodoo soul-draining spell.

Dad, Mom, where are you?

Wow

It's still raining.

Looking at Myrna's pale face that had lost all warmth, Elisande thought of her long-dead parents.

No, they are all dead, teachers and classmates

are dead.

Home

The memory of home has long been blurred.

I will be alone as the last of the trolls.

why do they do this to us

咔

A thunder that almost shattered the eardrums exploded in the heavy rain, and the eyes were as bright as day, stinging little Elisande's eyes.

Banglanglang

The chill on his neck disappeared, and the dagger seemed to fall to the ground.Elisande felt a lightness on his body, and the troll holding him down from behind disappeared, followed closely by the dull sound of a corpse falling to the ground.

The ropes binding his wrists and ankles were also unknowingly loosened.

what happened

Elisande wanted to stand up straight and take a look, but when she thought about the consequences of doing so, she refused.She would receive another hard blow from the troll behind her, and then again be roughly pinned to the altar.

But curiosity still defeated her fear. She supported the countertop with her painful little hands, tentatively stood up, rubbed the rain out of her eyes, and looked forward.

Elisande saw a tall and thin figure.

He stood facing himself in the rainy sky. Thunder and lightning kept falling from the sky, illuminating the heaven and earth, but not his face.Everything in the field of vision was like a magical image played in freeze-frame, leaving afterimages in Elisande's sight.

In her peripheral vision, she saw the trolls running towards this side in a chaotic manner. Groups of trolls were running towards this side. There were also many priests who looked at the man with horrified faces and fled away on their hands and knees.

He stretched out a hand towards her, "Come on, I'll take you home."

click

There was another thunder that instantly illuminated the sky and the earth. In the pale background, this tall and thin figure was in sharp contrast with the surrounding things.Elisande only saw clearly

That broad hand stretched out towards him.

Come back home

She couldn't help but froze, and subconsciously put her little hand full of bruises and scars into the big hand.

his hand

very warm.

It's this cold rainstorm, this brutal troll city, it's the only temperature in this miserable half-month.

desired temperature.

The big hands slowly clenched, and the gray world instantly regained its color, as if someone was filling in color in a dark picture full of holes that had been eroded by gloom and despair.The endless mountains in the distance have regained their vitality, and the torches wrapped in pine tar and beeping and burning in the rain reflect the miserable ritual site. The corpses of young students seem to be telling the inhumane cruelty of the trolls.

Elisande lifted the strands of hair from her forehead and looked up at him.

He was wearing a fiery red robe, thin and tall, with fair skin.The facial features are deep, and the peaceful eyes have a gentle smile.

The rain was still falling, and in the sky full of rain, Elisande found in a daze that this figure gradually overlapped with the vague impression of her father deep in her memory. In him, she felt the long-lost warmth.

Elisandre took his hand, stepped over the altar and threw herself into his arms.

There was no rain or blood around him.

Elisande was almost immediately enveloped in the warm aura exuding from this man, as if she had fallen into a warm velvet bed.She buried her little face deeply into those broad arms, greedily breathed in the inexplicably familiar scent of him, and felt an unprecedented sense of security.

The pain all over my body, the torture for half a month, none of this matters anymore

Because she found a home.

Elisande cried out, her aggrieved voice extremely clear in the raging thunder, reaching straight into the sky.

"Okay, it's all over. Let's go home now." Angmar comforted softly, patting little Elisande's back gently.The warm Sunwell Essence followed his palm and entered the girl's body, repairing the scars caused by torture.

After a while, the girl's sobbing gradually subsided, her breathing became steady, and she fell asleep in Angmar's arms.

She is so tired.

Even a rock-solid adult cannot bear the torture for half a month, let alone a little girl who is only a teenager and whose mind is far from mature.

Angmar knew that even if he did not take action, the voodoo ritual would be interrupted due to accidents, and Elisande would not die. Instead, he would eventually be rescued by the royal mage who infiltrated Zuldazar, and become Su according to the original historical trajectory. The next great mage of Rama City.

But Angmar just couldn't help watching this little girl suffer even a little bit more.Three months ago, when he first saw the suffering Elisande, he was surprised that in his heart he actually felt deeply attached to this young demon who was still deeply dependent on him because of his rescue. The instructor developed feelings that were difficult to let go.

He couldn't explain why he did this.

Just like what you are about to do in ancient times, will you contact and guide the crucial heroes of later generations in advance, and prepare for the future war without affecting the existence of the main timeline?

No, such a reason obviously cannot convince me, let alone explain the inexplicable emotion in my heart.

He liked this little girl very much.Like without reason.

Angmar looked down at the scarred little face in her arms. She was sleeping so sweetly that she didn't even seem to be surrounded by trolls.His eyebrows were spread, and there was a smile on his lips, as if he had dreamed of something that made him feel happy.

He couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt that he had found an indescribable sense of belonging, a kind of dependence.

Happiness.

But this happiness was interrupted by a sudden change.

A rapid wave of spears rained through the air, and the sharp spear clusters pierced the air and made a sharp sound, arriving suddenly.

Angmar's face suddenly turned cold, and all the spears exploded in mid-air.Although the invisible voodoo curse did not have the slightest effect, it was sensed by the keen little Elisande. He couldn't help but trembled, and a look of fear reappeared on his face that had returned to peace. It was obviously a sign of fear. Because he has been tortured by the same spell too many times, he is afraid of it.

Unknown anger arose in Angmar's heart. While comforting little Elisande, he picked him up by the waist and turned to look at the surrounding trolls, with anger gathering in his eyes.

Just now, he came riding thunder and lightning, killing a dozen priests and assistants around Elisande, causing the trolls to panic.The trolls and civilians who were watching had dispersed, revealing Zuldazar's central ceremonial square, which occupies an extremely large area.

The guards had surrounded them under the command of the Zandalari leader King Hakon and many Loa chief priests who were watching the entire sacrificial ceremony from the observation deck.

Being swept away by Angmar's gaze, King Hakon felt fear flowing through his heart. This strong emotion originated from the instinct of self-protection and was a test that every Zandalari king had to endure.Only when you know yourself well can you know how to fight.When he was young, he had such a vigilance when he encountered an extremely dangerous and powerful ancient beast in the forest.

Where did this powerful alien mage who interrupted the ceremony come from?

The surrounding chief priests of Loa also had the same question in their minds.

They can all feel that this mage who came to save people is very powerful.The lightning attack that took away the lives of more than a dozen people just now is the best proof.

But no matter who he is, he has desecrated the sacred city of Zuldazar, desecrated all the Loa gods who provided the power for the trolls to complete this ritual, and watched the progress of the ritual from a distance in the Garden of Loa Gods.

King Hakon gritted his teeth and ordered boldly: "Kill him."

The royal guards immediately let out a shout and rushed forward in a neat formation with spears and swords in hand.And the priests who offered sacrifices to the major Loa in exchange for power also followed the man's breath and cast a voodoo curse. The shape-shifters transformed into raptors and other native forms in a burst of painful groans, and followed the royal family. Behind the guard.

At this moment, time stood still.

All the trolls were surprised to find that a bolt of lightning across the sky was frozen in the black and white thunderclouds, and the rain actually stopped in mid-air.The tamed dinosaur that was led to be the master of the beast became inexplicably frightened, broke away from the trainer's chains, and fled away crazily, as if the tall and thin figure in the center of the ritual square was a terrifying devil.

Destructive power is gathering from the surroundings.

"What?" Ha Kong's pupils shrank when he noticed this energy, and he stood up suddenly.The chief priests of the major Loa around him also hurriedly shouted back their men and tried to interrupt the opponent's attack, but it was too late.

As Angmar rose into the sky, dancing electric lights continued to appear all over his body, and his eyes were pale.While the robes were beating, the sky and the earth were silent, except for the increasingly violent sound of thunder, which was breathtaking and continuous.

"The biggest obstacle to survival is not weakness and ignorance, but your arrogance." Angmar's voice spread.

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning exploded, and the majestic power swept across the majestic holy city of Zuldazar.The besieging troll guards and shapeshifters only felt their eyes were briefly stung by the blazing white light, and then they fell unconscious, convulsing numbly in the small puddles formed by the accumulation of rainwater.The priests who tried to use voodoo spells to attack him all let out a scream and fell crookedly holding their heads.

In Angmar's wrath, hundreds of soldiers and priests lost all ability to resist.Strong winds rose from the ground, and the altars, temples and tarpaulins supporting the sacrifices in the ritual square were blown over one after another. The tons of loa were thrown far away as if they had no weight at all.

And this is just a trivial venting of anger.This scene stunned the trolls on the lookout.Looking at the figure surrounded by thunder and lightning in mid-air, they found that their hostility turned out to be so feeble.

King Hakon realized that he had made a terrible mistake and regretted it greatly.

Because it was not a mortal at all, but a god, a loa that the trolls did not yet know.

And we

Such a powerful being who was stupid enough to attack and offend such a being would not allow a mortal to challenge his majesty.

The hundreds of royal guards who fell to the ground were Hakon's most elite soldiers.The dozen or so chief priests of various Loa gods on the lookout, as well as the leaders of small and medium-sized tribes who came here to observe the voodoo rituals and lived in Zuldasari, together, were absolutely unable to resist this Loa who wielded the power of thunder and lightning. Ah's anger.

As long as he has a thought, once the next attack comes, everyone will probably die in the lightning that fills the sky.Maybe even Zuldazar, which has existed for 6000 years, will be destroyed.

How is this going to end? From the corner of his eye, Ha Kong saw that the chief priest of Shadra was actually trembling.

"stop"

There was a loud roar in the distance, the sound of rumbling footsteps coming from far away, and the ground was shaking continuously, as if something huge was rushing towards this side.

After a while, Raizan, one of the most powerful Loa who protected the bloodline of the Zandalar tribe leader, appeared in the city.This gigantic Devilsaurus was also followed by many Loa gods, including Gonk, the King of Hunting, and Paku, the Lord of the Sky, who flew at low altitude, who came from the Loa Garden and their respective altars.

Not only them, more than half of the Loa from the Zandalari Mountains arrived in a very short period of time. They gathered outside the Ritual Ceremony Square and looked at the man in the air as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

All the trolls breathed a sigh of relief. The Loa's were here and it would be all right.

They are the natural spirits that protect the troll community and will not allow this outsider to run rampant here.But it didn't take long for them to discover that there was full fear in the eyes of the Loas.

It seems that they are also afraid

"Outsider, who are you?" Lezan asked on behalf of all Loa.

Angmar calmly replied, "You can call me a prophet, a spirit of nature."

prophet

This is a very important name, King Hakon thought.

Lezan looked at Elisande in his arms and lowered his huge head sincerely, "I can see that you attach great importance to that night elf girl. Please allow me to apologize to you on behalf of the trolls. They just want to use these. The magic within the night elves is looking for a way to resist the kaldorei army. I think this is a misunderstanding. You can take her out of here."

The trolls were all stunned. King Luo Alezan, who was always known for his majesty and bravery, was actually showing weakness to this outsider. They couldn't even think about it. This was simply unbelievable.

Angmar glanced at King Hakon coldly. Hakon's hair suddenly stood on end and he couldn't breathe.

After Angmar turned away his eyes and turned to Lezan again, the leader of Zandalari fell to the ground without any strength. He knelt on the ground and gasped for breath. He didn't even remember how he was lifted up. All he could think about was the person who seemed to have existed forever. With the terrifying gaze like a world-destroying beast, he knew why Lazan showed weakness.Because the gap between Loa and Him is just like the gap between mortals and Loa. There is an insurmountable chasm between the two. He is the real

gods.

"Lezan, I don't need your permission to do whatever I want." Angmar said calmly.

"I apologize for my inappropriate words, outsider." Lazan maintained a respectful nod, as if he did not hear the contempt in this sentence.

This time, not only Hakon, but also the trolls who could not afford to be paralyzed but remained conscious, feeling the pain of thunder and lightning all the time, as well as the leaders of many small and medium-sized tribes, also noticed the abnormality.Facing this outsider, Lazan, whom they worshiped as a god, showed weakness even though there were nearly a dozen Loa nearby who were advancing and retreating together.

This

"I could have made you repay a hundred times the pain this girl suffered," Angmar's voice lingered over Zuldazar. All the trolls in the city heard this solemn voice, accompanied by thunder and rain, like the end of the world. Death Trial Before, "The Only Reason I Don't Do It"

"Just because you are not my enemies, nor the enemies of this world."

"Remember this"

"Weakness and ignorance are not the biggest obstacles to survival, arrogance is. Even though the Zul Empire has a glorious past, it is just a flash in the pan in the vast river of time."

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck Zuldazar's tallest pyramid-shaped altar, triggering a chain of collapses. The Zandalari tribe's tribal emblem made of pure gold mixed with fallen earth and rocks slid down the slope, filling the air with The dust and smoke raised were quickly washed away by the heavy rain that recovered from the stagnation.

"That's my warning."

Then, Angmar slowly disappeared into the lightning of the rainy night.