Rise of the blood elves

163【Battle for "Corpse"】

Liadrin checked Angmar's physical condition again, but the doubts between her eyebrows became more and more intense. She hesitated to express her judgment: "His condition is very abnormal."

"Abnormal"

As he spoke, Lor'themar lowered his head to avoid an incoming Necromancer arrow, quickly took out an arrow from the quiver, stringed the bow, aimed at the Necromancer attacking him, and the arrow shot through the air with a whoosh. , passed through the gap between the chaotic crowd on the battlefield, and accurately hit the unlucky natural disaster caster.

Soon after entering the heat of battle, the battle quickly turned into a brutal melee.

Corpses fell from the air, and the blood rain was mixed with feathers and corpses. The ground screamed for killing. The regular troops of the blood elves, the rangers who gave up shooting and directly engaged the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, and the holy brilliance shining all over the body. The silver ones who attracted much attention on the battlefield hand paladin

All the troops lost their proper formation, and with the support of faith, they fought hard against an enemy twice their size.

The battlefield outside Greymane Wall has turned into a meat grinder.

While the three of them were talking, soldiers were dying every minute. Only the word "tragic" could describe the current battle.

From time to time, one or two undead, or a huge suture monster would be killed nearby, and then be killed by Lor'themar's Farstrider rangers and the blood knights guarding Liadrin's side.

Lor'themar shot another arrow. This feathered arrow seemed to have eyes, directly cutting off the knee tendons of an angry guard, leaving the latter unable to continue fighting with the several spellbreakers who besieged him.

"Has he saved you? Can you drive that banshee out?"

When the word banshee was mentioned, the new ranger general paused involuntarily, and the face of Idonis beside him instantly darkened.

Banshee Ranger General Sylvanas.

The corrupted Arthas killed her, ripped her soul out of her body, and forced her to witness the destruction of the land she swore to protect in order to satisfy his cruel and twisted pleasure.Three months ago, when the Scourge Legion attacked Silvery Moon City, everyone on the city tower saw this scene.

Their beloved ranger general, like a puppet on a string, was manipulated by Arthas to come to the front of the battle, read out the Scourge's "merciful" attitude towards the surrender, and asked them to open the gates of Silvermoon City and open their arms to the Scourge. Arms, welcome the fate of being an eternal slave.

She is the eternal pain of Quel'Thalas. She is not only a heroine general who sacrificed her life for the country, but also the epitome of the suffering of the entire ethnic group.

Liadrin didn't speak, she just frowned and used her spells to examine Angmar over and over again.

Seeing her delay in responding, Magister Idonis couldn't help but urge: "Ms. Liadrin, please hurry up. I want to confirm whether the injuries of the three seats can withstand a short-range teleportation spell."

The magician's hand is surrounded by the unique magic runes of the teleportation circle, and it seems that he is ready to transfer Angmar to the rear through the teleportation spell.

Lor'themar and Idonis were the first to rush to Angmar. They only knew some basic first aid knowledge. They were at a loss to deal with this kind of injury that was likely to occur at the soul level. They could only hope to master it. Liadrin of divine power came to discern Angmar's injuries.

Although everyone is deeply worried about the uncertain state of Angmar's life and death, the group of magisters represented by Idonis is undoubtedly the most concerned.

Angmar is not only the Sunwell and the "appointed" representative of the Holy Tree, but he has also brought surprises to them time and time again in recent times.As they got along with each other during this period, they could only lament that the prince was so discerning that he could entrust the important responsibility of three seats to such a young man for the first time amidst the incomprehensible condemnation.

He does have the ability to match the three seats, and the endless potential that makes people excited.

"Actually, his condition is so good. It's so good that it makes me wonder how he could have no trouble at all. That's Sylvanas." Liadrin finally gave up the inspection and said: " You can move him, but you have to send more people to monitor him closely. I'm not sure if he can resist the control of the banshee."

In words, Liadrin had already introduced Sylvanas as her enemy, because everyone knew that as long as she became a slave of the Scourge, it meant that there would be no freedom from now on.When a soul controlled by a powerful being gets into the body of another person, it is not difficult for anyone to imagine what it will do. It is always right to be more prepared.

Idonis had a sullen face, nodded slowly, and immediately activated the teleportation spell.As the light flowed, the other two people also stood up, each picked up their weapons, and prepared to continue fighting.

Suddenly, a terrifying figure glided over, its huge bat-like wings spread out in the wind, holding the devil with two horns and a haggard face firmly in the air.He stretched out his sharp fingers and pointed far away, and Idonis' teleportation spell was immediately interrupted.

After the demon landed, he took a few steps quickly and stopped dozens of meters away.With a sweep of his hand, Mo Ran Nengyu's powerful strength was revealed. Just like driving away a few insignificant flies, he swatted several attacking blood knights away far away. After standing still, he cast a greedy look at Angmar. gaze.

"Put that body down, mortal."

The devil's deep and deep voice came from afar, and the message conveyed in his words and deeds all showed his strong self-confidence that he was arrogant about everything, even the two legendary strongmen present were not in his eyes.

He waved his arm lightly, and dozens of blood elf corpses nearby stood up crookedly, including the blood knights who died under the claws.The eyes of these corpses were wide and pale, and their bodies were filled with endless necromantic energy. They were obviously resurrected by this demon with absolutely superb necromancy.

While doing this, the demon's eyes never left Angmar's "corpse" for a moment.

"The Dread Lord"

Lor'themar and Liadrin's faces were stern, and the rangers and blood knights also took a few steps back and formed a fighting stance around the two.

Regardless of whether they have participated in the Battle of Silvermoon City, or have seen this high-level demon with their own eyes, or have faced off against it, everyone is as if they are facing a formidable enemy. Judging from the strength they have shown, this is Definitely an extremely powerful enemy.

This is indeed the case. The Nasrezim clan, known as the "Dreadlords" by mortal races, are not only good at all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, but their strength is also the top existence in the feared Burning Legion in the End of Darkness. They are deeply loved by Sargera. He is highly valued and has always played a role as a high-ranking commander in the legion with his outstanding mind.

Frostmourne, an artifact known as the "Devil Sword" that can steal the user's soul, was created by this race.

In addition, the most terrifying thing about the Nathrezim is their necromancy skills that are unrivaled in the universe.They can resurrect the dead to fight for themselves. As early as the War of the Ancients when they invaded Azeroth 1 years ago, the Dread Lord caused the night elves to suffer a lot.

In terms of the comparison of strength between the two sides, even if the two legendary powerhouses Liadrin and Lor'themar join forces, they are not inferior to the Dread Lord, but because they have not yet figured out the details, they are not like later generations, after the battle with the Burning Legion. They had accumulated a lot of relevant experience through long-term fighting, so they hesitated and did not launch an attack.

The spell was suddenly interrupted. Idonis did not panic, but stood up calmly. On the surface, he gave up the effort of casting the spell, but kept the corresponding curse seal with his hands, ready to send it as soon as the opponent relaxed his attention. Spell to move Angmar to safety.

Just as everyone was waiting to confront the Dread Lord, two more Dread Lords entered the battlefield surrounded by angry guards.After being exhausted from repeated battles, not a single blood elf could confront him head-on, and they were all chopped down by the angry guards.

The Wrath Guards are different from the Demon Guards who are from the Gurgan clan.

This kind of demon is a man'ari warrior from the race of Kil'jaeden and Archimonde of the Eredar tribe without spellcasting talent.After receiving the baptism of evil energy, he perfectly combined strength and agility. He is the most efficient soldier on the battlefield and is a well-deserved elite of the Burning Legion.

As the enemy pressed forward, a large number of blood elf soldiers retreated to form a defensive formation around the only two legendary warriors on their side.

The subsequent undead no longer attacked, and piled up behind the Dread Lord layer by layer, forming a semicircular encirclement, roaring restlessly at the blood elves.Several of them behaved calmly and did not look like mindless undead. They were particularly conspicuous. They stood in front of the undead. They were obviously military officers. They wore uniform black armor and held similar rune swords. Their equipment was far more sophisticated than usual. Undead.

If Angmar was still awake, he would definitely be able to recognize that this was the early death knight of the Scourge, the prototype of the later Knights of the Ebon Blade.

"Are you sure that's him?" Varimathras walked to Balnazzar and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm sure of it. This blood elf, this disgusting artifact."

Balnazzar's gaze swept over Liadrin and others who were facing a formidable enemy. When he passed by Angmar who fell to the ground, his withered face couldn't help but twitch, and there was a look of fear in his eyes, "Even if 1 years have passed, , and it is still fresh in my memory. If we get it, we can complete the master's order."

In addition to the ongoing fighting in the distance, more and more people are discovering that after taking care of the undead in front of them, no more undead will come.

At first, some people thought victory was in sight, but in the end they discovered that it was this special area on the battlefield that triggered such a dramatic scene.No one could have imagined that the battle that was extremely fierce a second ago would gradually turn into a strange confrontation.

The evil energy fluctuations emitted by these fear devils are as clear as lighthouses in the dark.All the top experts in the coalition forces who noticed them were moving towards this side.

The three leaders of the Silver Hand were the first, three legendary paladins, and two supreme artifacts. Their arrival was announced by the divine light shining to the extreme. The power of the holy light united in one place was unstoppable.

Any undead that blocks the way, whether they are ghouls or hateful ones, will be reduced to ashes in an instant under the weapons carrying the power of the holy light, not to mention the defenseless psychic skeletons.

A crackling lightning chain jumped one after another among dozens of undead. Each time it was passed, a "victim" would twitch and fall to the ground with a burnt body.Under the protection of several brave orcs, the blind prophet Drek'Thar walked slowly with his dog's arms around his back. He was not too surprised by the scene that happened now and stood directly behind the blood elves.

Just when the balance of high-end combat power was tilting towards the coalition side, Kel'Thuzad floated over like a leisurely stroll, "respectfully" keeping a few meters away, and stopped three meters behind several Dread Lords, completely making everyone nervous. got up.

While maintaining a neither humble nor arrogant attitude, the blue fire in his empty eyes burned strangely, seeming to have his eyes fixed on Angmar's "corpse".However, no one can decipher the special meaning contained in it.

The Scourge had already had different intentions. As early as the Lich King encouraged Arthas, who had just obtained Frostmourne, to kill Mal'Ganis, the rebellious heart was clearly revealed.The spiritual communication between Kel'Thuzad and his master could directly bypass the several dreadlords who were ordered to direct all affairs of the Scourge without being observed at all.

Varimathras glanced at the gathering coalition forces and snorted contemptuously, "Arrogant mortals."

When Angmar groaned in pain and woke up, the Dread Lord's words stopped abruptly.

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