Rise of the blood elves

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The light slowly dissipated, and disappeared with it, as well as the dense morning fog. The forest was now transparent, with stars shining on the decayed tree trunks, and the moss covering the ground gradually turned from dark brown to dark green. The original color has been restored, and there are small puddles formed by blood on the ground, and mist is steaming everywhere.

As the rising sun broke through the clouds and mist, the first ray of dawn fell on the earth. Suddenly, the battlefield that was like purgatory a moment ago has undergone earth-shaking changes and turned into a beautiful fairyland on earth.

The ground was covered with undead corpses. The closer they were to the light explosion point where the fireball was, the more horribly damaged the corpses were. Some of them could not even be called incomplete, but were completely destroyed by the magic radiation. It became a crystallized existence.When the breeze blows, it turns into little bits of dust and scatters in the wind.

A few kilometers away to the south of the Greymane Wall, the outer wall facing this side actually left a large area of ​​burn marks in the radiant radiation. Golden flames were burning on the wooden pillars, and many burn marks appeared on the stone walls. There were signs of melting, and lava accumulated and slowly flowed down.

Amazingly, the light didn't hurt any living creatures at all.Many coalition soldiers who had escaped the pain caused by the withering spell had just come to their senses, put down their arms that were blocking their eyes, and looked around blankly.Seeing that there were no undead standing on the open battlefield, they all showed expressions of disbelief.

On the other hand, the defensive position in the south erupted into loud cheers. It seemed that the undead had been eliminated and the battle was won.

Together with the [-] to [-] Risen cannon fodder who attacked the giant wall, there were not many of the more than [-] natural disaster troops left. Most of them died in the burst of light, leaving only a few thousand around Kel'Thuzad.

"thump"

Before he could recover from the shock, suddenly, a heavy figure crashed down at Kel'Thuzad's feet.

Kel'Thuzad looked down and saw Varimathras.But this Dread Lord, who held a high position in the Burning Legion, could hardly see his original appearance at this time.

One of the two long horns on the top of the head was broken, and the remaining one was connected to half of the head, all turned into crystal magic crystals, with a little residue falling off from time to time.The black armor on the demon's body was badly damaged, turning into molten metal in some places, sticking to the burned and ulcerated skin.On the wings behind him, there were only two wing roots left, and the broken bones stretched out diagonally, like bone spurs on the shoulder blades.

"Retreat immediately." Varimathras coughed out a large mouthful of green blood, clutched his chest tightly, and said breathlessly.

Kel'Thuzad observed the horrific injuries on the Dread Lord. While he was shocked, he couldn't help but raise questions about the whereabouts of another Dread Lord, Balnazzar, and turned his attention to their original location.

After seeing clearly the pile of winged humanoid burn marks on the ground at Angmar's feet, Kel'Thuzad fell silent.

Balnazzar actually died, or his body was annihilated, and his soul was exiled back to the Twisting Nether.

Looking at the coalition forces that were about to be destroyed, some people began to realize what had happened, with expressions of ecstasy on their faces. A group of legendary strong men who were about to suffer natural disasters escaped from death under the blow of their own spells. Bureau, the blue fire in Kel'Thuzad's eyes flickered.

The battle is over.

There was no suspense in this battle, but something unexpected happened.At this point, sensing that there were only a thousand undead left in the spiritual network, Kel'Thuzad knew that it was impossible to completely eliminate the remaining forces of the coalition.

But this battle cannot be regarded as a failure, at most it can be regarded as a defeat.The blow it dealt to the last resistance force in the north was painful to the bones. Although the top experts survived, those well-trained elite soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles were almost completely lost.

After this battle, it would be difficult for the Knights of the Silver Hand, the gryphon troops of the Wildhammer Dwarves, and the elite troops of the Blood Elves to recover in less than a few years.

As for the Scourge, there are still millions of undead remaining in the vast land of Lordaeron, and troops as elite as those lost in this battle are still entrenched in the capital of Lordaeron.The losses in this battle were nothing at all.

With the support of a huge military base, the last thing to fear from natural disasters is casualties.In exchange for [-] elites and [-] resurrected people, the opponent suffered heavy losses. The battle loss ratio of both sides seemed unacceptable, but the original goal was still achieved.From now on, the north will no longer be able to stop natural disasters.

This is just a small setback on the road to the north. Perhaps the plan will be delayed and destroyed.

It will come eventually.

Finally, Kel'Thuzad gave the order to retreat.

A spiritual wave spread far away, and the remaining undead began to retreat.The survivors of the coalition forces retreated after seeing the natural disaster and had no intention of pursuing them. They had no power to fight anymore.Some people looked at the corpses of their comrades in silence, while more devoted themselves to the treatment of the wounded.

But then, the sound of waves came from behind, causing Kel'Thuzad to stagnate and couldn't help but turn around.Varimathras beside him was even more frightened. The once arrogant demon who despised mortals actually started to tremble.

Under the illumination of dawn, the illusion in the sky was already very clear.

"Lich, if you don't want to die, take back your curiosity." Varimathras' slightly trembling voice came, obviously warning Kel'Thuzad.

"Lord Varimathras, you seem to know the power of that artifact." Kel'Thuzad responded as he thought about the various behaviors of the three-headed dreadlords in the battle.

Varimathras remained silent, and Kel'Thuzad stood at a safe distance, looking at the illusory scene in the distance.

It would be impossible to say that Kel'Thuzad was not curious about the artifact that changed the outcome of the battle.In his knowledge, there is no artifact that can do the same thing or have such power.

Lightning falls from the sky from time to time and falls in the lake, causing huge waves. Rather than saying that the endless open water with surging waves is a lake, it is better to say it is a sea, because it is too vast, and it seems to contain destruction. the power of.

For some reason, the energy of the Sunwell in Kel'Thuzad's body was about to start moving under the stimulation of the illusion.This reminded him of an ancient era that all mages longed for in ancient legends, when the Well of Eternity still existed.

This inexhaustible source of magic created the glorious and prosperous Night Elf Empire, but was eventually destroyed by Azshara's greed and the invasion of the Burning Legion. It was also this explosion that destroyed Azeroth. It was torn into several continents.

A time span of 1 years is longer than the history of mankind.For most people, this legend is just something to talk about after dinner, because it is too long ago. The night elves living in the forest on another continent are just illusory legends. After all, even sailors who have experienced many storms rarely know There are people who have crossed the dangerous Endless Sea and been to the continent of Kalimdor to verify the authenticity of the legend.

But Kel'Thuzad was different. Dalaran's library contained many ancient secrets, some of which even revealed the nature of the world.After succumbing to Ner'zhul, he gained a lot of knowledge, including the history of the Burning Legion, so he understood that the water in this illusion was the Well of Eternity.

Among the gorgeous Elf-style buildings on the shore, there is a corridor built on exquisite stone piers that goes straight into the lake for several kilometers.The huge waves hit the stone pillar, but the stone pillar did not move at all, as stable as a rock.

At the end of the corridor, there is a circular observation deck with a panoramic view of the lake. Two vague figures stand on it. Behind them, there are attendants standing with their hands tied. Some are holding trays and wine utensils, and some are holding wine glasses. The fruit bowl filled with fruits has a very respectful attitude.

The two people seemed to have a high status, and they were looking intently at the tall and thin figure on the edge of the observation deck.The tall and thin man was wearing a fiery red robe. He was facing the turbulent lake in a hugging position. His arms were wide open, and complex magic runes were rapidly changing in his palms. The speed was so fast that even a magic master like Kel'Thuzad could hardly find it. Look for its traces.

The huge waves and lightning seemed to be caused by the spell cast by this tall and thin man.But what kind of spell can cause such a vision? Kel'Thuzad's method of casting it was unheard of.

Magic power surged from all directions and converged on an object in front of the tall and thin man.Not long after, the artifact burst out with blazing light, dispersed the dark clouds, calmed the surge, and finally transformed into a wavy one-handed sword.

The tall and thin man in the picture seemed to say something, and everyone behind him was also very excited. He took off the wave-shaped dagger in the magic field and raised it high.

Seeing this, Kel'Thuzad already understood that he had witnessed the creation process of Flame Strike.

No wonder this is a supreme artifact.

Before leaving, the Lich King's most capable assistant took a deep look at Angmar, who was suspended in mid-air with his eyes closed. The blazing fireball in front of the latter was extremely dazzling, and there was also this wavy dagger inside. The shadow is shining brightly.

No one understood what the flickering blue fire in the lich's empty eyes meant.

Suddenly, a scene happened that surprised Kel'Thuzad.

The tall and thin man in the illusion waved his hand, and everything in the illusion world was completely frozen, as if time had been frozen. Whether it was the rippling black lake water or the people behind him looking at the masterpiece, they were all like frozen three-dimensional paintings. .

The tall and thin man made a few false moves with his hands, and a portal made of quicksand appeared in front of him. Then he passed through the portal, escaped from the illusion, and appeared in

in the battlefield,

And cast an extremely dangerous look at Kel'Thuzad.

The Lich's heart trembled in vain, and he subconsciously wanted to cast a self-defense spell, but found that a slowly flowing ethereal yellow sand suddenly appeared, covering the entire battlefield.The coalition soldiers and the retreating undead all seemed to be under a restraining spell, remaining motionless in the same posture as the previous second.Occasionally, a few slightly stronger ones struggled subconsciously, as if the power of this unknown spell was not enough to completely control them.And a group of legendary strong men, like Kel'Thuzad, were surrounded by yellow sand. They were obviously not under control. Their thinking speed was as usual, but their movements were more than a hundred times slower.

Under the shroud of yellow sand, the process of the tragic battle was reenacted. The broken corpses composed of yellow sand were reunited, and the blood scattered on the ground was collected into the remains.The yellow sand flowed, and the light overflowed. More and more "sand dead people" stood up. When the yellow sand on their bodies was gone, they looked at their intact bodies with blank expressions.

Kel'Thuzad was shocked beyond measure. At this point, if he still didn't understand what happened, he would call it a legend.This reversal was not only beyond his knowledge, but also beyond the limits of his exploration of the infinite.

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A realm of time that mortals cannot enter.Even after exhausting the efforts of countless generations of magic masters in Dalaran, it is still difficult to discover its secret power of time.

The tall and thin figure covered in yellow sand waved his hand, and the flaming strike in front of Angmar flew into his hand with a whoosh.He looked at what happened on the battlefield and seemed very satisfied. Then he held the Flamestrike in front of his eyes and studied it for a moment. His palm brushed every magic rune on the blade, and then cast an extremely dangerous attack on Kel'Thuzad. look.

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