Rise of the blood elves

126 Survivors of the Battle of Dalaran!?

The blood elves, who had received the aid of the coalition forces, reversed their decline and joined forces to kill the demon until he lost all his armor.Although the demons were numerous, they faced the most powerful troops that had survived the baptism of war.

The Farstrider rangers rained down arrows one after another. Their archery skills had been honed to the extreme in their long lives.

Equipped with the strong wood bow of Quel'Thalas, the sharp forged arrows, and the arrows with perfect balance and deflection, the arrows never leave the weak points of the demon's armor, and often only need two or three arrows to finish it off. , or make a demon lose its fighting ability due to vital damage.

There is no archer unit in the Eastern Continent that is more outstanding than them.However, it is really an insult to the blood elves to regard these outstanding rangers as archers.After more than half of the arrows were consumed, they immediately drew their sidearms and started a close combat with the enemy.

Even in the densely packed demons, their quick and agile steps can always find space to move around, seize the demon's flaw and deliver a fatal blow.

The Holy Knights of the Silver Hand wield their war hammers shrouded in holy light with great force, like golden-armored gods of war, invincible on the battlefield.Like a sharp knife, it was inserted into the devil's formation.

The Frostwolf orcs followed closely behind and followed up to cover up the attack.Unlike human paladins who use the power of holy light to kill enemies, the battle between orcs and demons is completely head-to-head with bravery, showing the wild instinct of this nomadic race.

They roared angrily and used heavy weapons that ordinary people couldn't use at all, splitting apart one demon after another.The moves are wide open and closed, the skills and steps are a bit single and clumsy but effective and extremely efficient. Everything revolves around one's own strength advantage.

Angmar, who was at the rear of the battle group, noticed that except for those blood elves who had fought side by side with the orcs in the Jasper Mine stronghold for a period of time, the remaining tribesmen were obviously hesitant.The orcs had committed heinous crimes against Quel'Thalas, and hostility and vigilance were difficult to eliminate immediately.

However, with the enemy currently at hand, at least this emotion did not affect the current battle.

So far, the Frostwolf clan has only participated in the war to liberate the asylum under the leadership of Thrall, and has not participated in the first and second wars that made the tribes in the Eastern Kingdom miserable.

This is a major factor in their ability to gain 100% trust among the coalition forces led by the various tribes in the Eastern Continent.

In addition, it was the elder Drek'Thar who did not have to participate in this war that did not belong to them. In order to fight against the common enemy, he led his tribe to endure the doubts and various obstacles around him and participated in it at the expense of sacrifice. A series of battles in the past half month.

Trust is won by Frostwolf with his blood and sacrifice, and by Drek'Thar's noble character and sense of justice that transcends narrow racial concepts.

Being an orc is not an original sin.

It is true that Angmar knows that the orcs are not accepted by most people, and he will not ignore the hostile attitude of the tribe towards the orcs and insist on something happening with them.

But as Tirion once said, "Race does not represent glory, and people should not make hasty judgments about existences that are different from themselves."

There is no good or evil in race.

Personality, but divided into good and evil.

The Nasrezim clan, regarded by the world as one of the most evil beings in the world, has even produced "Holy Light Terror Lords" like "Losaxon" who converted to the way of the Holy Light and fought against the demons with the Holy Light Legion, not to mention the orcs.

The hawk-like orcs, led by Garrosh Hellscream in later generations, committed numerous crimes against Azeroth.In this new timeline, Angmar doesn't know whether the orcs, or the upcoming tribes, will make the same mistakes again, and has no ability to interfere for the time being.

At least, the Frostwolf clan, which regards the Alterac Mountains as their second home, will coexist with the blood elves in this war-torn land in the north.Perhaps there are members within it who yearn for the "beautiful" future of "the tribe uniting the world", but as long as their leader is still the elder Drek'Thar, this is a clan worth trying to associate with.

A clan worthy of trust.

They have gained people's trust.Now that the blood elves have come to help at the most critical moment, Angmar feels that this will be a good start for the cooperation between the two parties.

In the face of the Scourge, the fate of the north is connected. The blood elves must unite all forces to achieve the final victory.

The battle line continues to advance and has reached the northern part of the Garden Market area. Beyond that is the complex of buildings under construction bordering the Royal Court.In the chaos, Angmar encountered several magisters who had withdrawn.

"It's good to see you survived." Emineel gasped, she witnessed the entire process of Angmar's escape from being captured.

After such a fierce battle, like all magisters, she was in very poor condition.Unless the strength reaches the realm of legend, a battle of this level has never been a stage for personal heroism.She was as powerful as an intermediate epic, but after wiping out dozens of demons, she was on the verge of exhaustion of magic power, and it was difficult for her to cast any spells with sufficient strength.

Fortunately, reinforcements arrived, and the magisters and the two hundred mid-level mages from before had a good chance to breathe. They temporarily withdrew from the front line and went to the rear to rest for a while.In the previous battles, they were as good as any of the troops fighting in the front, and they destroyed thousands of demons and undead, which was terrifying.

Perhaps this night, it would be difficult for anyone to surpass the blood elf mage's performance.

Emniel took out a mana potion from her arms, pulled out the plug, tilted her neck and drank it.The crystal potion slid down her curvy neck, leaving a white mark on the enemy's blood that was almost congealed.

The nearby magisters were also doing the same thing as her to quickly replenish their mana.

Emineel then took out another mana crystal and began to absorb the magic power from it. She couldn't help but let out a groan of satisfaction. After the crystal was exhausted, she put her hands on her knees and looked at Angma sideways. The surprise in her eyes became more and more... It's getting thicker.

There were heavy footsteps around them, and heavily armed soldiers were coming and going, either three or two working together to carry seriously injured comrades back to safety, or lightly wounded soldiers whose wounds had been simply bandaged ran back from the rear to continue participating in the battle.

"Don't participate in the next battle for the time being, and at least rest for a while."

Angmar stopped Idonis, who wanted to return to the battle again. The latter stopped when he heard this, looked ahead worriedly, hesitated for a while, nodded and listened to the advice.He looked at Angmar, who seemed to be still full of energy, and asked: "I heard from Carlyle that you have just been promoted to the epic level recently. Is this true?"

Angmar nodded.

Idonis smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I have never seen a mage who is so powerful just after entering the epic realm."

"By the way, your sword."

Emniel suddenly remembered something and took out the rune sword that Angmar had left on the ground when he was captured by the Dread Lord from the enchanted space bag and handed it back to him.

As soon as Angmar took over the rune sword, she grabbed Angmar's arm with her backhand, and her palm emitted a faint blue light. Then she sighed as if she suddenly realized it, stared at Angmar, her eyes flickered, "It's really enviable. Ability. It turns out that everything Carlyle said is true, and you really are."

"The Representative of the Holy Tree" Idonis chuckled and took over the words, "It is indeed reasonable for His Highness the Prince to appoint you as the third magister. You are excellent and have extraordinary potential. It seems that in the near future, your achievements will eventually be Beyond us all.”

Randela on the side nodded slightly when he heard the words.

This is not just a generous compliment, it is not easy for the magister who has always been high-minded and arrogant to say such words.

This tragic battle allowed the magisters to dispel all previous doubts about Angmar.He is indeed very young, and may not have as much knowledge as they who have lived a long time, but times have changed.The blood elves who are waiting for success need knowledgeable people, and they also need strong people who can stand alone, like young people like Angmar.Being young is a disadvantage, but it also means a broad space for growth.

Sensing the change in the attitude of the magisters, Angmar wanted to be humble, but Emniel held his hand and never let go. Noticing that the latter's eyes were somewhat dull and confused, she couldn't help but remind him: " Uh, Ms. Emineel”

Emniel was suddenly awakened and suddenly said: "Oh, I'm sorry, your magic is too tempting. You know, I have been in the south. Since the destruction of the Sunwell, I haven't absorbed such pure essence for a long time. of magic. Do you mind if I take some of it?”

"take away"

Without waiting for Angmar's consent, she grabbed Angmar's palm, stretched out her other hand, and rested her slender fingers on his palm. The magic light flashed from her fingertips, and she penetrated the magic in an almost intimate way of casting. His arm extracted a small amount of magic power from it.When she let go, there was a bean-sized golden magic crystal in her hand.

Emniel didn't mean to show off at all, she threw the crystal grain directly into her mouth, swallowed it with her throat sliding, and said somewhat intoxicatedly: "This is much more effective than the mana potion."

Then she straightened her hair tie, smiled at Angmar, and nodded in thanks, "You are really generous."

"Uh" Angmar simply didn't know what to say.

The small episode passed quickly, and everyone turned their attention to the front battlefield.The demons were retreating steadily, and the two paladin leaders who served as sharp blades seemed to be in no one's land, killing all the demons along the way, and were almost catching up with the Dread Lord.

Seeing this, the Lich cast a large number of spells, creating a wall of ice and blizzards, and ice thorns withered and entangled one after another. He even tried to hinder the progress of the two of them, even accidentally injuring the demons and undead under his command.However, they were all carried away by the two men with their body-protecting holy light, and they rushed into the vicinity without hesitation, dragging Varimathras into the battle group.

Who is stronger and weaker will be judged immediately. The two legends, Tirion and Dathrohan, are definitely stronger than Drayden.The two of them understood that the Dread Demon King in front of them was one of the highest leaders of demons in the northern part of the Eastern Continent. If they could take advantage of this opportunity to kill him, it would be a huge loss to the enemy, so they had to keep the Dread Demon King no matter what.

However, Varimathras, who had been burned black by the holy light, was still moving slowly a second ago, as if he had suffered a serious injury.As soon as the two came close, terrifying necromantic energy evaporated all over it, shocking everyone nearby. They turned around and immediately launched a counterattack. The necromancy spells were endlessly swiped with claws, and there was no sign of it being weak at all. appearance

Angmar saw that Tirion and Dathrohan seemed to have anticipated the enemy's cunning, but the sudden display of strength by the Dreadlord still caught them off guard.Dathrohan's holy light shield was weakened to the extreme by the sudden undead arrows, and the Dread Lord's claws were about to break through the shield.

At this time, the battlefield once again shone with a bright holy light that could not be looked directly at.Tirion Fordring, holding the "Silver Hand" artifact, was like a golden-armored god of war. He let out a loud shout, and with extremely terrifying power, the warhammer in his hand hit Varimathras from the side.

"boom"

Golden light splashed everywhere, and with the explosion point as the center, a dozen demons around were burned to ashes by the overflowing sacred energy.

Tirion Fordring was not even close to the tall Dread Lord's chest, and the two sides were not at the same level at all, but Varimathras was directly thrown away by him, knocking down many demons along the way.The power of the artifact in the hands of the legendary strong man is truly extraordinary.

The Dread Lord screamed miserably, and before he even hit the ground, he turned into bats and fled in all directions, disappearing in the blink of an eye.The Lich didn't stop when he saw this. Before the blind shaman Drek'Thar and Lor'themar Theron could catch up, he activated a teleportation spell and disappeared.

"The battle is over." Angmar muttered to himself as he looked at the fleeing Dread Lord and Lich.This battle between legends quickly ended with the enemy's defeat due to the unequal strength of the two sides.

"Come on, let's close the magic circle of the Tower of Sunfury and save Lord Candiris and the others." He said, and just as he was about to take steps, he heard footsteps behind him.

The magisters looked back and were about to cast spells to attack. After reacting, they all withdrew the spells that had been formed, with a somewhat incredulous look on their faces.

"I am Alonsos Faol, and I am not your enemy."

Accompanied by several senior priests of the Church of Stormwind Kingdom, the Archbishop of the Undead walked slowly over and calmed everyone's nervousness with his gentle voice.

A few days ago, everyone had heard rumors about the resurrection of the human archbishop from the compatriots who were still participating in the coalition war in Hillsbrad Hills. If this were not the case, and an undead suddenly appeared behind him, the first thing everyone would think of would be an attack.

After seeing the red-haired man following the Archbishop clearly, Angmar was stunned.

"Master Luo Luoning"

At the last moment of the Battle of Dalaran, Ronin, the other four Kirin Tor councilors, Prince Kael'thas and other blood elf mages were all on the top platform of the Violet Castle and disappeared together.

Angmar was confused for a second, and then turned into ecstasy. Ronin was back, so