Rise of the blood elves

The majestic power of time that erupted when Nozdormu from the main timeline died attracted the attention of many transcendent beings in Kalimdor.

Not only has the ancient god Yogg-Saron, who has breached Ulduar from the inside and successfully corrupted all the Titans but is still trapped in the Titans' imprisonment, as well as the five Aspect Dragons who have noticed abnormalities one after another, there is even one walking through the fertile wilderness. The majestic white deer also stopped its strong four hooves and cast a confused look in the direction of Suramar City.

He is Malorne, the most powerful of the many natural spirits in Azeroth. He is also the most beloved by Freya, the Titan guardian who upholds the power of life and nature, and has the deepest connection with the Emerald Dream. Demi god.

Seeing him stop, a group of giant eagles closely following him circled in the sky and slowly landed. Many strong tauren came down from above and knelt down with respect:

"Malorne, the tauren ask for your guidance."

Tauren, an intelligent race that appeared on the central grasslands of Kalimdor thousands of years ago, were called yaungol by the trolls because of their thick hair.

Under the guidance of the demigods headed by Cenarius, the yaungol lived in harmony with nature and lived nomadicly in the fertile pastures across Kalimdor.In the official history, as the troll tribe grew stronger and their living space was squeezed, the buffalo people had no choice but to move south. However, they strayed into the territory of the flourishing Mogu Empire and were enslaved. They struggled to survive in a thousand-year slave life. Lost the tradition.Finally, they rose up with the rest of the slaves and completely overthrew the brutal rule of the Mogu Empire in the post-Thunder God period. Since then, some buffalo people chose to stay here, but due to their warlike habits, they often clashed with other races. Finally, they chose Panlong. Settle outside the Ridge and face the mantid's thousand-year reincarnation.Some returned to their former lands, regained their connection with demigods and nature, and became the high mountain tribes of later generations, as well as the tauren living in the post-split Kalimdor; some moved north to the extremely cold lands and evolved into Yak people.

But in the main timeline where Angmar exists, this changed history never happened.

2000 years ago, when the God of Thunder rose and enslaved all races, the buffalo responded to the call of the prophet, defeated the To'ir clan and some of the Nerubian Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub who guarded the Forge of Origin of Uldum, and fled back from Ulduar. The Tol'vir in the south, as well as the enslaved races such as the pandaren, jinyu, and hozen, joined forces to overthrow the brutal rule of Thor, and then returned to central Kalimdor to continue their former lives.

They did not experience the tragic changes and subsequent divisions in the official history, and the group was very strong. If Angmar knew this period of history and what he had done, he would be greatly surprised.

For thousands of years, due to the characteristics of their nomadic life, they often needed to enter the territory of the Kaldorei Empire.Perhaps because of their common love for nature, the night elves did not make it too difficult for these simple and kind-hearted tauren, but were happy to share their pastures with them, allowing them to travel through their inaccessible outer territories and conduct certain trade with them.Tauren are all highly skilled hunters, and the animal skins they hunt are highly sought-after raw materials for high-end leather products in the Kaldorei Empire.

The harmonious coexistence between the two races lasted for thousands of years. It was not until Queen Azshara came to the throne, launched a war of expansion, and changed the diplomatic policy towards other races that things began to take a turn for the worse.

Today, the Kaldorei Empire no longer allows the tauren to enter its land, even if there are no night elves living there, otherwise it will send troops to drive them away.More and more tauren choose to migrate to the cold north. Perhaps yak people will still appear as in the official history.

Malorne did not respond, her expression was sluggish, and the runes on her white fur were flickering, as if she was communicating with some distant existence. After a long time, she turned back to look at the respectful tauren dressed as a druid, and asked road:

"Why do the tauren need my guidance? I can find Cenarius for you."

Cenarius is the demigod who best understands the customs and racial changes of the tauren, and only he can solve the tauren's problems. Malorne knows this very well.

The tauren kneeling on one knee said worriedly: "Malorne, we are facing an unprecedented crisis. It was the Vrykul who attacked from the east, and many nomadic tribesmen in the east were killed. We have never seen anything like that. The Vrykul are covered in algae and exude a strong stench. Even on the earth, they can come in the mist on sea ships. We asked the night elves for help, but they not only sat back and ignored us, but also did not allow us to enter their territory. The prophecy of escape may come true. Great Malorne, please help us."

The territory of the night elf empire is so huge that it almost occupies the entire Kalimdor.Since Queen Azshara changed her diplomatic policy and drove away the tauren nomadic clan, the tauren have been forced to disperse all over the world, making it difficult to communicate with each other.

Malorne fell into deep thought after hearing this and said doubtfully: "Hela"

As the strongest demigod who grew up under the care of Titan Guardian Freya, he will always have more or less interactions with those Titan creations.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Guardians suddenly fell into collective depression. Not only did the Forge of Origin in Uldum lost the care of Leiden, causing the To'vir clan to be confused, Ulduar was also lost.It was at that time that Malorne felt Freya's corruption. She had been corrupted by the Old Gods and could no longer enter and exit the Emerald Dream to provide any guidance to the demigods as she once did.

And Hela is what Malorne clearly remembers, a powerful titan creation who betrayed its mission at that time.It seems that there is her shadow behind the banishment of Odin and the Hall of Valor.She enslaved some of the vrykul people and made waves along the coast of Kalimdor all year round. Many creatures knew the bad reputation of these sea overlords, Tide Scorn.

As for her territory, Malorne didn't know much about it. She only knew that she seemed to occupy a certain offshore island, locked it with the power of the dead, and created a demiplane that relied on the existence of Azeroth in disguise. The self-proclaimed master of "The Abyss of Hell".It also connected the territory with a small number of Vrykul people who were cursed by flesh and blood, causing their souls to be ingested into the Abyss of Hades after their death.

Many intelligent races that live along the coast and are harassed by the Tideskier Vrykul all year round have records about this "sea witch" in their cultures.They called her the Lord of the Sea and the Realm of the Dead, but Malorne knew that although her use of the power of the dead was extremely powerful, as powerful as a Titan Guardian, it was not comparable to the "Lord of the Realm of the Dead". Not up there.What she can "control" is only the souls of a small number of Vrykul cursed by flesh and blood.

All demigods loathe the evil Hela, but the two sides have always been at peace with each other. Except for the intelligent races that rely on the sea, most creatures will not enter Hela's sphere of influence, and Hela will not launch attacks inland. plunder.

What's happening now

Thinking of the power of time that just broke out, Malorne suddenly had a bad feeling.

West of Uldum Oasis.

On the top observation platform of the pyramid-shaped building, there is a strange creature wearing a crown and holding a scepter. It has a rock-like appearance. Its lower body and head are shaped like a liger, but it has the upper body and strong arms of a humanoid creature. It stares intently. The battlefield to the west.

Tol'vir, one of the titan creations born for battle, a servant of High Guardian Raiden, the guardian and protector of Uldum's Forge of Origin.

And this particularly large Tovir is the leader of the Tovir, Abak, who led the tribe to continue to assume the responsibility of guardianship after Leiden fell into depression.

On the battlefield at the edge of the oasis, thousands of Tol'vir soldiers armed with sharp blades were rushing to kill the overwhelming Qiraji.

The physical characteristics of the liger-like limbs endow them with outstanding strength and agility.The rock skin makes them immune to the alien minions to a great extent.Faced with enemies many times his own, he still managed to stay strong.

The battle was very tense, but with a harsh neighing, the Qiraji suddenly receded like a tide, leaving corpses on the ground, leaving as quickly as they came.

Abakla instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Half a month ago, these silithids, which were undoubtedly far smarter, more cunning and cruel, and better at fighting than the aqirs of the past, suddenly emerged from the fortress of Ahn'Qiraj and launched an attack on Uldum. An endless stream of attacks like a tidal wave.Fortunately, the Tol'vir clan has been closely monitoring the fortress of Ahn'Qiraj and gathered in time to fight, so they did not suffer too much loss.

That fortress was the prison of the ancient god C'Thun. As early as tens of thousands of years ago, it fell as the guardians collectively fell into depression, and was controlled by C'Thun. Some of the Aqirs who were defeated by the trolls 5000 years ago fled there.For many years, the limited number of Tol'vir could only be vigilant for possible attacks from the direction of Ahn'Qiraj, but they did not dare to think about recapturing it.Without Raiden, Ulduar in the north also fell, and they had no backup at all.

Judging from the offensive desire shown by the alien insects during this period, the ancient god Anqilari will never give up until Tol'vir's outer strongholds are eradicated.In just half a month, one-sixth of the Tol'vir army suffered casualties, and Abakra was already considering asking those mortal races for help.

"Abakra, we detected an explosion of Titan power in the northeast."

While he was doubting, a majestic Tovir suddenly walked up to the lookout, saluted Abakra and said.

"Power of Titan" Abakla frowned.

The majestic Tovir nodded and said: "Yes, the energy level is not high. It doesn't sound like the guardians are emitting it when they are dying, but it is like the counterattack of a certain guardian dragon when it is dying."

Abakla's rock-like face darkened, and he asked in a deep voice: "Which Titan's power does it belong to?"

"If the detection data is correct, it should be Aman'Thul's. The person who died may be the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu who was blessed by him."

These words shocked the two consultant-looking Tovirs behind Abakla. One of them looked at Abakla and said in a trembling voice:

"Will the prophecy come true?"

Abakla turned his back to the sun and his subordinates, closed his eyes, and his rock-thick chest rose and fell, as if he was hesitating about something crucial, unable to make a decision. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Send someone to contact the Bronze Dragon to confirm this matter. Terminate the power supply to Nalaksha's engine, and supply all energy to the defense facilities. Order all major tribes to prepare for a decisive battle."

"What?" Advisor Tovir lost his voice, "That's the only thing the prophet gave us that can protect us from the curse of flesh and blood."

Abakla raised his hands, put them in front of his eyes and looked at them.After a while, he slowly clenched his fists and said softly:

"If the prophecy comes true, what's the point of being immune to the Curse of Flesh? Go ahead and send word to our pandaren allies as well."

In the abyss of Hades, screams were frequent, and countless Vrykul souls lost their will under the torture of their tormentors and succumbed to the evil Hela.

At the offshore pier, dozens of ships have guiding lights hung on their bows, and large warships with hulls covered with seaweed are ready to go. Teams of tall tide-defying Vrykul are carrying the last supplies to the ship.

On the altar throne in the center of the Hell Abyss, Hela carelessly stroked the back of a hydra.The Hydra is huge in size, comparable to a giant dragon. In the cultures of many intelligent races, it is equated to the incarnation of an unknown person. But at this time, under Hela's knees, it is as well-behaved as a puppy, and only stands calmly towards the opposite one from time to time. The tall and thin figure, whose body was covered in a layer of black quicksand, cast a wary gaze.

"I can't believe that you actually dare to come to see me." Hela said coldly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be trapped here."

The tall and lanky figure ignored the threat in Hela's words and continued: "I have contacted our allies and are prepared. You can complete your revenge at any time."

"Why do you think that if I join forces with those ancient gods, I will betray the guardians, but I am not stupid enough to associate with those void creations." Hela said scornfully.

The tall and thin figure chuckled, turned and left minding his own business.

"You need help getting out of here, don't you."

Hela stopped moving her hands and gritted her teeth bitterly.