Rise of the blood elves

385【The Death of Angmar (Large Chapter)】

Loken had long sensed the opponent's arrival. He was originally angry that he had made too much noise during the pursuit, attracting a group of colleagues who were second only to him in terms of threat. He was one of the five opponents he least wanted to face, but he failed. As soon as Neltharion showed up, he did something that surprised him. He was going to kill his prey without saying a word.

From Neltharion's appearance to Angmar being incapacitated with a claw strike, it almost happened in an instant.

Seeing that the opponent was about to kill his prey, Loken had no time to think about it. He suddenly broke away from the magical spirit state, his eyes flashed, and Angmar's body turned into golden stars, and he fled away, hiding. After this fatal attack.

Neltharion took a bite, and dug a big hole in the hard permafrost of Northrend. He raised his head, spat out a mouthful of dirt, his eyes were blazing, and he looked at Loken angrily.

Boom, boom, boom

"Give him to me"

Hot white air spurted out from the Earth Guardian's nostrils, melting large tracts of snow.As he walked towards the fallen guardian, the black dragon's chest rose and fell violently. As he spoke, you could faintly see the fire gathering in his throat.

Loken guided the golden stars flying in the sky into his hands, causing it to reappear as the unconscious Angmar. He looked at the Longmian Temple standing in the distance with fear, and was about to leave immediately.

The Dragon Bone Wilderness where the Dragon Sleeping Temple is located is the core of the five-color dragon clan's sphere of influence, and he is not willing to stay longer.Neltharion was right. Although the behavior of this Aspect Dragon was puzzling, if he attracted another Aspect Dragon, even if he was not defeated, he would not be able to gain anything.

Now that the guardians are collectively in depression and the ancient gods are about to make a comeback, the five-color dragon clan led by the five guardian dragons is the force that Loken is most afraid of.

"What do you want this mortal to do?" Loken asked while weaving the teleportation spell.

How could he not recognize this "beast"?

He clearly remembered the stories that happened between the five "beasts" and their colleagues. It was really a wonderful era.

After the Titans of the Pantheon left, Loken and his fellow guardians carefully monitored the stable operation of this newborn world, closely guarded the ancient gods in the prison, and were alert to the threat of void forces from outside the planet.

But they ignored the threats born from within the planet.

Under the corruption of the ancient gods, an ancestral dragon named "Galakrond" possessed extremely terrifying gluttonous instincts.Necronomic energy is bred in Galakrond's belly, and any creature preyed upon by it will be transformed into necromantic derivatives on the rugged dragon skin, helping its body grow day by day.

Tyr was the first to notice this strange beast. Azeroth's orderly nature should never have given birth to such an abnormality.

He advised his colleagues to siege Galakrond as soon as possible and investigate the source of the corruption, but the guardians did not take his warning to heart.

It wasn't until Tyr, who lost an arm in the battle, brought back news of victory and took them to the battle site to view Galakrond's undead body that the Guardians realized the seriousness of the problem.Indeed, as Tyr said, there is some dark entity controlling this beast. This is a conspiracy.

If Tyr hadn't taken action in time, Galakrond would have grown into an unstoppable and terrifying entity, devouring all things in Azeroth and turning the planet into a paradise for the undead.

Tyr was impressed by the bravery of the five young proto-dragon leaders who helped him kill Galakrond, and believed that their noble beliefs were no less than those of the guardians created by the Titans. He suggested that all his colleagues pray to the power of the Pantheon Titans to bless them. Beast, let them shoulder the noble responsibility of guarding this world together.

At first, the guardians thought it was incredible that these beasts could bear this important task.

But after Tyr's persuasion, the guardians observed these beasts for a while and finally made a decision.

In front of Wyrmrest Temple, the four guardians used their connection with the Titans to bless the five young ancestral dragon leaders who had already proven themselves.

Loken prayed for the Titan Norgannon's blessing, and changed the form of the optimistic, intelligent Malygos and his tribe, transforming him into a graceful creature with blue scales, and assuming the important task of guarding the Leyline of Azeroth.

His colleague Azadas attracted the power of the Titan Khazgoroth, changed the shape of Neltharion's tribe, and gave them the responsibility of guarding the earth.

The power of the Titans in these five guardian dragons is no less than that of the guardians.Its strength is even more so.

In the countless millennia since then, these five dragons, once regarded as crude beasts by the Guardians, have fulfilled their roles well, sharing the heavy responsibilities on the shoulders of the Guardians, and maintaining the ancient gods in the Guardians. The prisons and numerous Titan research facilities functioned stably, protecting the world from all threats from within.

but

Nowadays, time has passed and things have changed.

The death memories of the Titans were transmitted to their minds along the connection with the guardians, causing all the guardians to fall into various negative emotions and unable to extricate themselves. The ancient gods in the prison were keenly aware of all this.

By the time the guardians discovered that the ancient gods had successfully broken through the prison blockade in the long years before and were able to successfully channel the power of corruption, it was too late.

Thinking of this, Loken's already deeply corrupted state of mind could not help but be stirred up again.

He killed his companion's companion, and under the guidance of the Old Gods, unknowingly corrupted the Forge of Origin in Ulduar, corrupted several of his colleagues, and ultimately led to Tyr's death.

Loken himself was the culprit responsible for the Guardian's downfall.

Now, except for Odin who is trapped in the Hall of Valor, Azadas and Elonaya who fled to the southeast under the protection of Tyr, and the missing high-level guardian Leiden, there is no power that can Stop the Old Gods

Loken put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and kept himself focused.The teleportation spell has been woven and is just waiting to be activated. He will soon be able to take his prey back to his master.

But he still had unanswered questions, and he believed that his master must also want to know the answer to this question.

Decades ago, Yogg-Saron informed Loken that they were corrupting a new "ally".With the power of this new "ally", they can further dismantle the resistance forces in Azeroth. Unfortunately, this victim's will is too strong and will not surrender in a short time. However, the success is that he is going crazy. .

The moment he saw Neltharion, Loken understood that the "victim" mentioned by his master was this black dragon, this Aspect Dragon.Because in him, Loken saw the corruption that grew madly.

That's why Loken stays here.

Corrupted but not completely controlled, Neltharion showed an abnormal desire to acquire his master's prey.

Loken could easily think of the black figure who came to Ulduar to meet his master Yogg-Saron, covered in black quicksand, and traveling through the timeline.

He didn't know what information his master got from the time traveler with unknown purpose before ordering him to capture this unique mortal. But what he suspected at this time was that the time traveler seemed to be related to Nessa in front of him. Leo struck up some kind of consensus or deal.

No matter what the master's plan is, this is a huge source of confusion.Loken needed to get more information and figure out the time traveler's motives.

"Fallen Guardian, I said, give him to me, otherwise even you will never get out of the Dragonblight"

As a warning, Neltharion suddenly opened his mouth and let out a breath of dragon breath.

Loken was well prepared for this and immediately summoned a barrier to block the flames in front of him.After the flames all over the sky were extinguished, he coldly snorted:

"Aren't you afraid that the movement here will attract other guardian dragons? If they notice your depravity, you may not end well."

"I, do not, have, fall, fall"

Hearing the word "fallen", Neltharion was immediately angered. His wings that covered the sky suddenly flapped, and he burst out at a speed that was inconsistent with his size. He approached Loken in an instant and bit into his grasp. Holding Angmar's left hand.

"Ha, don't overestimate your capabilities."

Loken did not expect that the other party would take the lead in attacking without saying a word. He roared angrily, clenched his right hand into a fist, and hit Neltharion's soft abdomen like a cannonball.

"boom"

A shock wave spread out at the point of contact, followed by a huge explosion-like sound, scales shot out, and dragon blood splashed everywhere. Neltharion was knocked upside down by the blow, and his wings flickered twice in mid-air. Only then did he stabilize his body and rush towards Loken again.

Loken repeated his old trick, turning Angmar into an arcane spirit, floating it in a safe area behind him, and then faced Neltharion with all his concentration.Under his summons, massive amounts of magic swarmed in from the vast world, and the underground magic network also responded strongly. One after another, magic that destroyed the world appeared one after another, completely ignoring that the movement would attract other members of the dragon clan, and attacked with all their strength. Neltharion flew towards him.

But Neltharion's tough dragon skin flashed with black light, and most of the magic did no harm. He broke through the heavy protection laid by Loken in one fell swoop and collided with it.

Loken was thrown directly to the ground, and the earth shook violently, triggering a huge avalanche in the mountains in the distance.

Loken tried to get up several times, but was suppressed by Neltharion. The black dragon completely ignored the weakness of its abdomen and was completely exposed to the opponent's blows. It spat out another breath of dragon breath, leaving traces on the fallen guardian's rock skin. There were scorched black marks.

On the boundless snowfield, two behemoths representing the strongest strength of Azeroth, just like this, you punched me and kicked me, you breathed a dragon's breath, and I used a spell to fight hand-to-hand.For a time, there were continuous earthquakes and strong winds.

After successfully pressing Loken into the ground, Neltharion rose into the air and headed straight for Angmar in the distance.Loken held his hands in vain, and the magic power swept over him, grabbing the black dragon's limbs and slamming them against the mountain nearby.

The rocks exploded, and Neltharion was buried in it, but he quickly climbed up from it without any hindrance and rushed towards Loken crazily.

"What did he promise you?"

Loken dodged the initial attack, dexterously grabbed Neltharion's neck, cracked the ground, and threw him to the ground.He raised his hands high, with flames condensing in his palms, and just as he was about to strike down, Neltharion's thick limbs kicked hard, sending him flying out, breaking another mountain peak.

"It turns out that person has also found you and the master behind you." Neltharion stared at Angmar, who was protected by Loken who stood up, and said.

The two "people" each stood on one side, and both sensed the dragon attracted by the momentum of the battle. Loken was afraid of the other guardian dragons. Neltharion, who had always hidden his corrupt side before, was also worried about being seen by other dragons. What, let’s call it a truce.

In this short but extremely fierce battle, no one could gain the upper hand.If we had to make a distinction, Neltharion was actually better, because Loken's magic did not cause any harm to him, but he was seriously injured.

Loken reached out his hand to touch the wound on his chest with a solemn expression. Magic light suddenly appeared on his palm, and the scar disappeared after a moment.

"We made a deal"

Neltharion laughed, and the madness in his eyes became more intense, "I killed that mortal, and he gave me the item I dreamed of in return. An item I had conceived for many years, but had not yet had the chance to start planning, came from another place. A timeline that requires neither effort nor flaw on my part to achieve the final product of all my grand visions.”

Hearing the sound of flapping wings coming from behind, the abnormal expression on Neltharion's face instantly calmed down, and he turned back to the generous and resolute, rock-steady guardian of the earth. He spoke loudly and righteously to Loken:

"Guardian, no matter what past relationship you have with the dragon clan, you have fallen now. Don't try to challenge the authority of the guardian dragon in the dragon clan's territory. Let go of that mortal and capture him without mercy."

Crazy, completely crazy, Loken shook his head. He didn't understand what the masters wanted to achieve with the help of this insane dragon.But as for the time traveler trapped in the black sand, Loken has new information

Loken shouldn't ask about the master's plan.But he was looking for his master, and he was looking for Neltharion, all for that unique mortal. What on earth was he going to do, and what secrets was hidden in this mortal?

Loken suddenly noticed that Neltharion's eyes widened when he looked behind him, and then he felt that there was a familiar yet unfamiliar presence beside Angmar, who had been transformed into a magical spirit body by him. breath.

Loken looked back in horror.

I saw a vague female figure that looked like it was composed of necromantic energy. She lowered her head and looked at Angmar with her eyes closed resentfully. There was also a sinister and evil smile on the corner of her mouth. The shape of the weapon in her hand was extremely strange, exuding... The short blade with a strong ominous and corrupt aura was only a few inches away from Angmar's chest.

"Don't you think you talk too much nonsense?" she said sarcastically without raising her head.

"Hela"

Lorcan exclaimed.

Hela was once a talented Titan creation and was Odin's indispensable right-hand man.However, he was resentful because of Odin's act of forcibly transforming himself into the first Val'kyr. When the guardians were in civil strife, he conspired with Loken to use magic to lift Odin's Hall of Valor into the air and lock it away.

This fallen woman was unwilling to accept Loken's solicitation, and together she served her new master, escaping to the end of the world, and never appeared in the sight of others again.

Loken was about to step forward, but Hela shook the strange short blade in her hand, forcing him to stop where he was.Neltharion, who also had a purpose for Angmar, saw the short blade in Hela's hand. Instead of panicking, he was completely relieved and behaved particularly strangely.

Hela's gaze remained on Angmar's face, and the hatred in her eyes was solid. "Loken, your master should recognize this short blade. The troll who accidentally obtained it called it the Blade of the Dark Empire of Xal'atath. It awakened Jixix and set off a rebellion between the trolls and the servants of the ancient gods. The war between the base bugs. It is an extension of the will of your masters, but in my hands, I can completely kill this annoying guy no matter how powerful his soul is."

Loken's face darkened, "That mortal is my master's target. Think clearly about who you are dealing with, Hela."

Hela looked at Angmar and said contemptuously: "It seems that our goals are surprisingly consistent, but I'm afraid you don't know that the guy who asked you to kill this mortal is himself. Oh, dear Angmar, it turns out You woke up a long time ago, didn't you? But you were sealed by a spell. Oh, just in time, you can taste death in this state. Just like you once did to me."

Angmar had indeed woken up a long time ago and could sense everything happening around him, but he could not move.Through Loken's conversation with Neltharion, he understood that it turned out that the Fallen used the "Demon Soul" taken from another timeline in exchange for Neltharion to come and kill him.

Now there is another Hela. What is she talking about? What did I do to her?

This shocking news made Loken frown, "The time traveler also made a deal with you Hela. My master can give you power far more rare than this artifact. Give that mortal to me." , I don’t want to warn you a second time.”

"Deal" Hela raised her head and shook her head and chuckled, "No, no, no, there is no deal. This artifact is indeed tempting, but the only reason why I am willing to show up is that it is one of the few that can completely kill this person." Human weapons.”

Having said that, under Neltharion's anticipated gaze and Loken's shocked and angry gaze, Hela grasped the blade of Xal'atath's Dark Empire and stabbed it fiercely.

The ominous blade passed through the body, and Angmar's eyes suddenly widened.

The power of corruption instantly penetrated his body, and dark whispers resounded in his mind.

Hela's sharp laughter sounded like a broken gong in his ears. In the pain of tearing his soul, Angmar suddenly discovered that while piercing his chest, the Blade of Xalatath's Dark Empire also caused the magic that blocked his ability to move. failed.

He used up his last bit of strength, reached for his waist, grasped the scales that Nozdormu had condensed before his death, and gave it a firm squeeze.

The scales immediately exploded and turned into flowing black quicksand, quickly expanding into a portal that swallowed Angmar and the Blade of the Dark Empire on his chest.

The portal passed quickly.

Hela stared blankly at the place where Angmar disappeared, and after a while she let out an extremely sad and angry roar: "No."

Angmar saw the spreading mountains of flesh and blood, the wriggling tentacles of the ancient gods, the rise of the Dark Empire, and the inevitable future of endless corruption and arrogance.

But not only did he not think there was anything wrong with this, he actually looked forward to this scene.The squirming flesh and blood, the crazily growing flesh buds, seem to have become the most beautiful things in the world.

Someone woke him up.

Angmar opened his eyes and saw the Blade of Xal'atath's Dark Empire, which was inserted into his chest and was constantly sucking out his life force, replacing it with shadow. He saw the turbulent flow of time that was isolated by a vague barrier. When I arrived at the fragments of the Azeroth timeline that kept showing up, I saw

At an unknown intersection of time, he saw Mag'an the Fallen.

The look of the fallen

Smile but not laugh.