Rise of the blood elves

In the decades since Angmar was born, various world-destroying disasters have occurred one after another. During this period, it is more difficult to find a safe place in Azeroth than to become a strong man enough to control one's own destiny.

If you want to survive, integrate or even further change the world, there is no other way but to grow.

In the face of objective factors that could not be changed, he never relaxed his efforts.

When he was ten years old, he was admitted to Fasselin College under special circumstances. Anselon's happy smile is still vivid in his mind.

Fragments of ten years of study and life at Fasselin Academy in magic competitions, formal mage examinations, and intermediate mage promotion ceremonies are presented one by one.

Obtained exchange qualifications at the age of 20, and broadened his horizons by learning magical knowledge that is superior to human beings in Dalaran. It was also there that he met Prince Kael'thas who lived in Dalaran and was engaged in magic education. From then on, he embarked on a different life path. .

The career name of "Consultant" is actually the same as "Accounting Assistant". Every day, he has to deal with the prince's shocking accounts under the coercion and inducement of Lannasel.In his spare time, he wrote a paper on orcs, which earned him an academic research medal from Dalaran. He also entered the prince's field of vision and officially served as a royal advisor.

But the consulting job is not easy to do. The prince is surrounded by outstanding talents with both talent and learning except Angmar.

In the society of high elves, young people have little chance of getting ahead because the high elves have a long lifespan and the replacement of talents is very slow.

Professionals in various fields, especially those at the top of the pyramid, have almost all accumulated valuable experience and knowledge in their long lives, which young people do not have at all.Even "veterans" who are more than 100 years old will find it difficult to gain recognition.

After all, it is obviously not wise to leave those thousand-year-old old guys who are rich in experience and use young people who are inexperienced and unstable.This has nothing to do with class barriers, it is just a normal thing that happens in the society of the Immortal Race.

Only after going through the test can young people gain recognition, get more learning opportunities, and climb up the ladder. At least they can achieve something after they are hundreds of years old.

Three years of consulting career passed by in a blink of an eye, the undead came, and Arthas destroyed Quel'Thalas.The prince finally began to pay attention to Angmar's suggestions, so he became the prince's envoy to visit the old alliance to assess the extent of the damage in Lordaeron and to judge whether humans, who had been disappointed by the high elves' past indifference, had the ability to Conditions for readmission of blood elves.

Obviously, he did a great job.

Not only that, but he also pushed the wheel of history in a different direction at the most critical point. The coalition of various tribes was established. The blood elves' diplomacy achieved a gratifying breakthrough, and he won allies one after another for his tribe.

Some druids from the Silver Hand, the Stormwind Kingdom branch of the Holy Light Church, and the Night Elf Cenarion Circle

It's a pity that Dalaran's impregnable city wall eventually became the tomb of all races.

There was a throbbing deep in Angmar's memory, and the ruins of Dalaran came to mind, forming an abstract picture of destruction.

In the middle of winter, heavy snow is falling, and the mage tower that once stood tall has fallen to the ground. Every piece of gravel in the ruins is stained red with blood, and the flat and wide trail has been filled with the long river of blood like a small stream. Countless limbs and broken arms were floating among them.Occasionally, a few corpses twitched from time to time. The ghouls walking through the ruins looking for food immediately surrounded them and ate them clean with their hands and mouth.

Angmar couldn't help but feel disappointed. It was at that time that he discovered that he had no ability to change history in a positive way, and he truly realized what the inertia of history is.

The subsequent experiences unfolded before my eyes one after another like a movie played at high speed.

The rescue, worries, civil strife among the conservative nobles, the disaster in Silvermoon City, and learning the truth that none of the princes died. They all went to Draenor, a broken outer land far away from Azeroth in the endless starry sky of the universe.

Lift the siege of the Hinterlands, support Gilneas, and fight against the Scourge.

Scenes from the past continued to play out in Angmar's mind, until he remembered the name Sylvanas, and the greedy look on her face when the banshee pounced on him.

At this point in his thoughts, Angmar suddenly woke up.Like a drowning man being pulled to shore, he began to regain consciousness.

The surrounding scenery disappeared quickly, and all tangible and colorful scenery turned into chaos, as if someone had brutally torn the entire picture into pieces, returning the world to chaos.

Angmar looked around and found that he was in the center of a slowly rotating vortex. The vortex was not made of water or anything else, but of countless shining points that were divided into tiny fragments.

Every time his eyes fixed on a shining point, that shining point would unfold like a light curtain, showing his clear or vague memories of the past.

"Memory fragments" Angmar muttered to himself, quickly judging his situation, "This is my spiritual world."

But what he discovered next surprised him immensely. Behind him, he saw a towering tree that was golden in color, exuding warm energy, and whose bark was covered with complex magic runes. Its appearance was the same as that of the holy tree Sas'ala.

And he himself was being tightly bound to the big tree in a "big" shape by a stream of necromantic energy, unable to move.

In a trance, an ethereal figure gradually became clear. A female high elf with a beautiful face and stunning beauty appeared in front of Angmar.

She has blue eyes, a heroic spirit between her eyebrows, and her figure is perfect.There must be explosive agility hidden in the cheetah's muscular body.

"Sylvanas"

Angmar said.

Upon closer inspection, he found that Sylvanas's expression was very painful. Not only was her body shaking like a sieve, large beads of sweat kept falling from her forehead, and her pupils were constantly out of focus, as if she was being touched by someone. Controlling, he couldn't take his eyes away from Angmar.

In his field of vision, Sylvanas's soul was no longer pure, and her body was filled with black energy, presumably from necromantic energy.

Is this the process of "occupation"?

Almost at the same time as he was doubtful, the black energy on Sylvanas' spiritual body quickly rolled and condensed, forming a huge shadow that enveloped the latter. The movements were exactly the same as Sylvanas's. , looking at Angmar with his arms lowered.

Thinking of the involuntary behavior of the Banshee King, Angmar learned that she and this phantom were obviously in a relationship where one controlled and the other controlled.

This phantom is a green-skinned orc who looks to be quite old, probably an old man.His back was a little stooped, but he was still tall. His old face was covered with deep wrinkles and painted with terrifying pale paint. The two fangs coming out of his mouth had turned yellow due to the passage of time.

This face gave people a calm and wise feeling, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration, but Angmar immediately discovered that this was an illusion.

Because the eyes of the old orc were extremely cold, it seemed that nothing could make these eyes regain the color of a newborn, and the unabashed ambition was also revealed through this calm face.

The identity of the orc is about to be revealed.

he is

The Lich King, or the Lich King before he merged with Arthas, was the culprit who pushed the orcs into a state of eternal doom and later tore apart the world of Draenor. He was once a highly respected figure in the orc society. Yue clan shaman sacrifice

"Ner'zhul."

Angmar said.