Rise of the blood elves

After sending Padrich away, Angmar took a hot bath, climbed into bed at noon, and fell asleep.

Unless the fatigue reaches a certain level, such as exhaustion of mana and exhaustion of mental energy, the mage will basically not dream.But today, Angmar, who was neither tired nor mentally exhausted, had a strange dream.

"Great Loa, please listen to my humble call."

"O great Prophet, I am your humblest servant Hattu"

In the dream, some vague but not disgusting force led him to a forest.

There are many troll souls "living" in the forest.

Troll priests of the dead, wearing face paint and holding incense, walk through the area to soothe the souls.

Outside the forest, a dazzling array of tributes were placed on a novel altar, including flesh and blood, as well as gold and silver utensils.A large number of troll civilians chanted the name of the "Prophet" and knelt down to pray.As far as the eye can see, a vast temple complex has begun to take shape. Thousands of troll workers are working reverently on the construction site.

After noticing Angmar in mid-air, all the trolls were overjoyed and shouted "The Prophet Appeared" with tears of gratitude, kneeling down and worshiping.

Angmar then realized that this was not a dream.

Following the direction of the sound, he floated into the forest.Hattu, the "high priest" he appointed, was in the middle of an altar, constantly reciting prayers that originally belonged to Bwonsamdi.

Hatu is still the same Hatu, but he looks completely different.The red messy hair was neatly braided and hung on his chest, and his clothes were changed into priest robes decorated with skeletal bird feathers. In the lingering incense, Hatu looked a bit like a high priest.

"Hatu, why are you calling me?"

Angmar asked softly.

Hatu was startled and turned around hastily. After seeing Angma clearly, he was very excited.

"You finally responded to me. All the trolls are grateful for your generosity. Their souls have found the coveted rest in this forest. With the help of other Loa, I formed a group of priests dedicated only to you. We call ourselves the Prophet Priests." I beg you not to feel unhappy. Most of the priests are priests of the dead who have reformed their past sins and were once worshiped by Bwonsamdi. Of course, other Loa also sent their most trusted priests to assist me."

Finished

Angmar said it was over three times in his mind and wanted to hide his face and cry out in pain.He really didn't want to have any interactions with the trolls, led by the Zandalari tribe, living in the nearby land.

Because 7000 two hundred years later, the Zandalari tribe will incite the Amani trolls to launch an attack on Quel'Thalas and the human kingdom of Arathor.

In the long river of time, any slight change may trigger a terrible butterfly effect after amplification over a time span of 7000 years.

New Loa who has become a troll inexplicably has given Angmar enough headaches. If it affects the Zandalari tribe's decision 7000 years later and prevents the war that should have happened from happening again, the situation in the entire Eastern Continent will be affected. rewrite.

In this way, the time node in which Angmar once traveled through and was born in this world no longer exists.Time is unpredictable, and he cannot guarantee whether he will still be able to exist safely if the environment changes.

"How many of you are there?" Angmar asked.

"There are more than 3000 people," said Hatu, who was kneeling on the ground.

so much

Angmar originally wanted Hattu to dismiss all his followers, but upon hearing this number, he fell into deep sorrow.

Well, it seems that we can only find ways to remedy this legacy in the future, he thought helplessly.

"So, you summoned me just to tell me this?"

"No, no" Hatu stood up and said with fanatical eyes, "Great Loa, you have no desires and have no desire for the delicacies of your soul. You care for mortals as you care for your own children. Trolls have never I have seen such a generous god like you. Many trolls are willing to worship you."

Angmar's heart grew colder the more he heard it.

"I selected three hundred trolls like me from among your most devout believers, and taught them the knowledge of magic. I will uphold your will to protect the trolls, just like you, to protect everything in my heart. Kind things.”

Magic Angmar frowned, scaring Hattu into hurriedly kneeling down.

"Hatu, you have learned magic"

"Great Loa, I definitely didn't mean to steal my lesson. That day, the night elf girl shot a fireball at me. After I returned, I followed her example and stretched out my hand. As a result, a pigsty collapsed and I was almost killed by my mother. The pig broke off its right tusk," Hatu said very frankly.

Seeing the silly Hatu, Angmar was initially amused, but soon realized something was wrong.

"I also compensated the owner of the pigsty a lot of money," Hatu continued gushing and repented. "Your Excellency, Prophet, I feel very sorry. After I returned, I actually used the authority granted by you to let the guards take the pigsty. I bought a sow with a head injury and roasted it, and it was really delicious."

Angmar hurriedly interrupted: "Hatu, let's get to the point. I asked you if you had ever learned magic, but you were talking about being raped by a sow."

If Hatu were to continue talking, the topic would inevitably turn to Argus.

Hatu said tremblingly: "I really didn't steal anything. I really didn't mean it. I just took a look."

Okay, that's not the answer.

"So you take one look and learn to cast spells."

Although he said this, Angmar didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. If he could learn magic at a glance and become a legendary mage, it wouldn't happen overnight. There was no way such a person could exist in this world.

Genius Even the word genius is not enough to evaluate this kind of talent.

"It's absolutely true, it's absolutely true that I really didn't lie. If I lied, I would be Bwonsamdi's slave forever and suffer eternal torture in his palace of the underworld." The aggrieved Hatu had tears in his eyes. He swore poisonous oaths continuously and kowtowed his head loudly.

"Stop, stop quickly." Angmar stopped him hastily. He would be stupid if he continued knocking. This Hatu is really

Simply cute.

"Show me."

"Yes Yes"

Hatu wiped away his tears and stood up.

There was no incantation or spell casting. Angmar's unparalleled mental power did not feel any spell model taking shape in Hatu's mind. He only felt that the arcane energy in the surrounding underground magic network began to gather rapidly towards Hatu.

Hatu grasped with both hands, and a wave of arcane energy swept over him. With a "swipe", it turned into a rolling flame halfway, and gathered into a fireball in his hand.

His expression suddenly became serious, and he sincerely showed the magic he had learned to the prophet. At this time, Hatu was no longer the stupid troll, but actually had a kind of

Masterly style.

Hatu pushed hard with both hands and pointed high into the sky.

The fireball that came out of the hand continued to absorb the arcane energy floating in the air, and it grew wildly. It expanded three to five times in a few seconds, and the blazing temperature distorted the air.In the end, it actually transformed into a pterodactyl that was stretching its wings. After flying over a distance of several hundred meters, it slowly dissipated.

Angmar was stunned.

"I only know this one spell." Hatu returned to his silly look and scratched his head guiltily.

Angmar only felt that ten thousand kodo beasts were rushing past in his heart. It was not over yet, and came back with a pile of poop, which piled up into a mountain of poop and choked his throat.

Hattu, you didn’t lie to me. This was really ten days ago. When you were attacked by Elisande with fireball, you only took one look.

learned

So what does it take me two months to master the fireball technique?

In the face of Angmar's majestic mental power, from his expressions to the mental fluctuations caused by his thoughts, all of Hattu's secrets have nowhere to hide.After confirming again and again that Hattu was not lying, Angmar sighed.

"Hatu, you are a genius."

Hatu was overjoyed and giggled.

"Do you want to learn more spells?"

Hatu nodded sharply.

"But I have to ask you a few questions first. Do you hate the night elves? They killed your parents."

Angmar descended slowly and looked directly at Hattu.

"Hate, but not hate either," Hattu replied.

Angmar took a few deep breaths of the incense specially used to worship Loa. He suddenly felt refreshed and asked, "Explain it."

"I hate the night elf queen who started the war. The night elves lacked nothing, but they came to attack us. We are indeed wrong, because we have been plundering their borders. I don't hate those soldiers, they are just here Fulfill your duties. But if I can meet the people who killed my parents, I will kill them too, so that we will be clean and my parents will get real peace of mind." Hatu said without thinking.

Angmar's expression gradually softened, "Then why do you want to learn magic and teach it to others?"

Hatu said with some inferiority: "Because only magic can allow me to control my own destiny, no longer helpless and no longer at the mercy of others."

Angmar shook his head and said: "Hatu, the same words can also be understood as breaking the rules and bottom lines and becoming a dangerous person."

"No, it's not," Hatu explained hurriedly, "I just don't want others to experience the pain I went through, and I don't want their loved ones to die because of incorrect things. I want to do the right thing."

"This is a very broad topic, what do you think is the right thing to do?"

Hatu pondered: "Let good things end well, let mistakes go on the right path, and let evil no longer hurt people with good intentions."

Something in Angmar's heart was struck.

"Hatu, if evil comes, your family, friends, and your tribe will not be threatened at all. At this time, you will stand up and sacrifice your strength for those strange kindnesses, even sacrificing yourself. "

"I will."

Hattu blinked, as if answering a question with an obvious answer.

Angmar looked at him seriously for a while, nodded slowly after a while, and disappeared into the sky.

"Call me on the third day of each month and I will teach you new magical knowledge."