Rise of the blood elves

When Angmar appeared in the center of the battle, he didn't notice at all that the flaming strike in his hand gradually became red-hot.

Some rangers have discovered how scary Sylvanas is and launched an intensive attack on her.But no matter how many arrows passed through her incorporeal body, they failed to cause any damage.

Physical attacks are ineffective against the banshee in the spirit state.

Angmar ignored the frontal battlefield and was about to do his best to interrupt Sylvanas's another shrill howl. However, a special arrow was faster than him and shot through the air with a sharp sound. go.

With the friction with the air, the arrow "swiped" and burned with magical flames. It seemed to be coated with some kind of magical material specially designed to restrain the dead souls.

Sylvanas, or the being controlling Sylvanas, seemed to realize that this feather arrow was different, and hurriedly gave up casting and dodged to avoid it, but her abdomen was still scratched by the flames.

The nearby undead energy suddenly burned, and Sylvanas's right hand quickly separated the burning undead energy, causing the spirit body to become insubstantial.

She looked up angrily and found the culprit who had hurt her in the chaotic battlefield.

Standing among the ranger troops at the rear, Lor'themar Theron with a gloomy face had already put the second feather arrow on the bowstring.

Facing his former boss, the one-eyed ranger lord who had just succeeded him as the ranger general of Quel'Thalas for less than three months, there was no hesitation or hesitation at all.

As long as she becomes undead, it means that she is no longer the same person.

"brush"

Arrows struck.

Sylvanas, who was well prepared, sank and dodged the shot, and then quickly flew towards Lor'themar, as if she wanted to kill this troublesome guy first.

But a sudden burst of holy light interrupted her. The power of the holy light that restrained the energy of the dead was like hot water poured on solid ice, rapidly melting her spirit body.

Angmar saw that this sacred spell came from Liadrin, who had just come to help and led a group of blood knights to come here.She was covered in blood, as if she had just stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. She kept slashing with the holy sword Quel'Delar, killing the high elf resurrectors in front of her one by one.

This leader of the Blood Knights was originally the disciple of Quel'Thalas' most talented high-ranking priest, Von Delor. Before the destruction of Quel'Thalas, he had the same high-ranking priest title as his mentor.She has enviable talents and abilities in the Holy Light. Recently, she has received the guidance of a Naaru in the outer realm, and her strength has grown by leaps and bounds.

Her divine spells would never make Sylvanas feel better.

Angmar saw the opportunity and took advantage of Sylvanas' flight to be blocked, and accurately hit her injured "abdomen" with a frostfire arrow.

According to common sense, frost and fire cannot coexist, but for arcane magic, nothing is impossible.After being shaped by the evocation spell, two arcane energies with completely opposite attributes are tightly bound together. After hitting the enemy, a violent energy offset will occur, thereby enhancing the spell's lethality.

If we only talk about lethality and do not consider casting speed and mana consumption, there is no spell stronger than Frostfire Arrow if the amount of mana injected is equal.

There was just an explosion, and blue and fiery red light flashed in the air. A hole as big as a fist was blasted out of Sylvanas's spiritual body's abdomen, and the surrounding undead energy squirmed toward the defect. After a while, Then it was restored to its original state.

But her spirit body looked even more hollow, and she was obviously seriously injured.

Sylvanas covered her wound with her hand and quickly glanced at Liadrin and Lor'themar. There was a trace of fear in her eyes, and she seemed to be thinking of retreating.But when his eyes swept over Angmar, expressions of confusion, surprise, and greed appeared on that pretty face in turn. After a moment, as if he had made some decision, he pounced straight towards Angmar.

Angmar suddenly took a breath of cold air, and a word came to his mind involuntarily: Occupy.

There are too many ways to control other people's minds in this world. A female bishop named "Natalie Serling" in the Holy Light Church is the last holder of the artifact Xal'atath and the first "Light and Shadow Balance" The one who theorized had done academic research on similar spells.It is not difficult for a priest who has mastered the power of shadow to invade the minds of others.

Some demons also have similar abilities, such as the Dreadlord.

But most of these methods are not as simple and direct as the "occupation" of spiritual creatures like banshees. Their method is: directly enter the target's body, erase the opponent's soul and replace it.

Angmar didn't want to give Sylvanas, who had legendary strength, a chance to get close to him, so he immediately activated the flash spell in order to escape.But as soon as the corresponding spell appeared in his mind, and before he could silently recite the instant spell, the Banshee King opened her pale lips and let out a shrill howl.

Angmar's head felt like it was pricked by thousands of fine needles at the same time. The uncontrollable pain hit him, his spirit was severely damaged, and he could no longer concentrate on casting any spells.

This is one of the banshees' special abilities: silence, the most effective way to deal with mages.The so-called "silence" does not literally mean to make the other party unable to recite the spell in a verbal manner, but to strike directly from the spiritual level and fundamentally eliminate the possibility of the other party to cast spells.

By the time Angmar's consciousness returned to clarity, the Banshee King had already come closer and entered his body in a "swift" motion.He only felt a chill on his body and then lost all consciousness.

"You're special, but now you're mine."

The unique rough voice of a male orc sounded in his consciousness. This voice was low and hoarse, as if it had gone through pain and torture that ordinary people could not bear, and was as cold as the ice that would never melt in an extremely cold place.

Angmar slowly opened his "eyes", but could not see anything.He couldn't feel his own body temperature, couldn't smell the bloody smell on the battlefield, and couldn't even notice his own body.

This world is deathly silent, without any sound, so silent that people instinctively feel frightened.

"where am I"

Memories came flooding back, and Angmar recalled the time when he was a child learning arcane principles with a group of civilian apprentices from poor backgrounds under the tutelage of his adoptive father Anselon.At that time, he was always the best among all apprentices of the same age, remembering the most and learning the fastest.

It's not that he is very smart. In fact, his talent is only average at best.As a time traveler, he understands how dangerous Azeroth is, and he also knows that the most turbulent period will erupt in the years after he grows up.

This is a world where strong people emerge in large numbers. Even with the stalwart body of a demigod, he cannot escape the clutches of death.

In Azeroth, weakness is the greatest sin.