Rise of the blood elves

His facial features and height are all the same as Angmar's, but his body is made of shadow energy, showing an ominous gray color. His facial features are distorted and his expression is grim, which is the embodiment of Angmar's own corruption.

He looked at Angmar provocatively for a while, and then pounced on him without any explanation.Tentacles sprouted from behind, dancing crazily, leaving a trail of stench behind, which was both disgusting and terrifying.

Angmar watched with cold eyes, his mood not fluctuating at all. He activated a trace of the power of order, and a few meters around him was quickly covered by lightning.Before the corrupted embodiment even touched his body, it was dissipated and annihilated by the lightning that contained destructive power.

This is not over yet, there are still a large number of corrupt manifestations continuing to gather.

Angmar was not prepared to stay any longer, otherwise he would only be troubled by the constant flow of corruption.

When the teleportation spell was completed, suddenly

The shadows gathered into the form of Prince Kael'thas.

Angmar's heart skipped a beat.

"Kael'thas" has a stooped figure, no longer the imperial demeanor of the past, his robes are in tatters, his eyes are glowing with evil green, his expression is dull, and his mouth is drooling, like a controlled puppet.There was an evil energy crystal inserted into his chest, and green scars like spider webs appeared on large areas of skin around him.He stared at Angmar blankly, a sad look soon appeared on his face, and he said sadly:

"Angemar, I trust you so much, but you have failed me and everyone is dead. Look what you have done. Our people have all become slaves of the Burning Legion. Is this you?" Do you want it, great prophet?”

The hollow voice rippled through the small area corrupted by the evil spirit's breath.In the steaming ominous gray fog, Silver Moon City slowly emerged.The capital, which had long been recaptured and rebuilt by the blood elves, was no longer magnificent. The city walls collapsed and the towers collapsed. It turned into a sea of ​​evil energy and a sea of ​​demons. An army of demons walked through it unscrupulously, picking out the civilians hiding in the corners. They raised their knives and threw them away with a grim smile. Headless corpse spurting blood

The scene changed, and Sunwell Heights was in ruins.The water in the Sunwell is no longer golden, but a corrupted green color, bubbling.The sacred tree Sassala rooted in the sunwell was burned to ashes by the evil flames. The petite Anweina had been dead for a long time and was hung on the thickest branch.

In the ruins, Angmar saw the corpses of many tribesmen.

His mentor Telesta, Rommath, one of the most powerful wizards of the blood elves, Lor'themar Theron who succeeded him as the ranger general of the kingdom, and Lor'themar's former lieutenant Halduronmin who filled the vacancy in the ranger lord position after his promotion. Wings, and the elite Farstriders under their command

Blood Knights led by Liadrin

magisters

The most indispensable Master Carlyle in the Sunwell Temple

Salorian Morningseeker, a rare legendary warrior of the blood elves, originally obtained the artifact Stormkar War Destroyer from Angmar after passing Quel'Delar to Liadrin.But at this time, this artifact was as broken as its owner.

The tribesmen were obviously fighting here, but in the end they could not escape the fate of destruction.Everyone died, in the darkest hour before dawn

What made Angmar take a breath was that he also saw his adoptive father Anselon, his sister Leah, and even Lana Thel, as well as Quenthath and others who had been following him loyally.

The demon kicked their corpses away at will, picked Anweina's corpse from the sacred tree Sas'ala, and absorbed the sunwell energy from it.

Amidst the necromancy spells of several Dreadlords, all the corpses stood up, stretched out a hand towards Angmar, and staggered over. Their pale faces covered with blood were creepy and shuddering.

"Angmar, you have failed us"

"Failed us"

The mournful voices kept coming and going, lingering in Angmar's heart. The source of Y'Shaarj's heart was also stimulating the anger in his heart at the right time, trying every possible means to induce him to become angry.

These are all fake. This is a scene transformed by evil spirits using the things they fear most in their hearts.Angmar, who knew this well, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

The anger dissipated.

He is a mage. After years of professional training, he has experienced so many changes. Although his will may not be as indestructible as the shadow priests who are well versed in mental magic, priests and paladins who rely on the Holy Light, he is also sensible and calm enough. .

But at this moment, before leaving, he really wanted to destroy this damn scene and let the evil demon, the ugliest thing in the world, be completely annihilated in his rage.

click

A bolt of thunder fell from the sky, and Angmar deliberately controlled its power, leaving only a shallow scorch on the ground. Even natural lightning would not leave such a mark on the ground.But the majestic power contained in the lightning acted on the corrupted image, immediately dispelling all the horrific scenes and cutting off the breeding ground for evil spirits.

After completing all this, Angmar let out a sigh of relief.In the blink of an eye, I suddenly felt pain all over my body. When I looked down, I was shocked.

He was actually injured in lightning

The fiery red robe used to cover his body was torn to pieces, exposing the charred skin underneath.The robe was originally transformed by magic power. At this time, instead of returning to its original state with the subsequent injection of magic power, it instead shone with a blue light. Part of the robe flickered and disappeared, turning into pure arcane energy and dissipating.

Angmar soon realized that this was a sign of out-of-control magic. He was surprised to find that he could no longer control the magic in his body.

It shouldn't be like this. The mage is so rational that he is almost cold. His ability to control the energy in his body is meticulous, which is unmatched by individuals who use other original powers.Qianqian's use of a little bit of order should never have caused such a serious abnormal situation.

After thinking for a while, he immediately found the source of the problem. It turned out that the two energies in his body were heading towards an imbalance due to unknown reasons.

Since the power of order obtained from the remaining power of Aman'Thul and Raiden's Heart is after all the purest source of power, far superior to the essence of the Sunwell, it was wrapped up and out of his control.

This kind of loss of control was definitely not caused by the lightning just now.

Angmar guessed that it was most likely the result of absorbing two completely uncontrollable powers after many uses, and it was only then that it gradually surfaced.Just like absorbing the source of external magic power, this is the only way to control it, and it is normal.

Seeing the two energies that were about to enter a fierce battle due to their incompatible nature, Angmar gritted his teeth, preparing to endure intense pain.After a few breaths, every cell in the body became a battlefield where the power of order and the power of the void battled against each other. The pain that tore apart the soul came like a tsunami, overwhelming Angmar immediately, and he couldn't help but kneel Weakened, fell to the ground

"Hi, how are you?"

Suddenly a honest voice came from behind, and Angmar reluctantly released some mental energy to see the person clearly.

They are a father and daughter Pandaren.

The middle-aged panda man is fat, wearing a straw hat, leather fishing trousers, and holding a fish basket in his hand. He is walking quickly with an anxious look on his face, stepping on the ground with his wide and soft feet. Not a sound was made.

The panda girl behind him looks to be an adult. She looks very cute and has big and watery eyes.Although there was also a worried look in his eyes, he looked very hesitant, and his eyes kept moving on Angmar.She had never seen such a creature.

The father and daughter were apparently attracted by the lightning just now and may have been fishing nearby before.

"Dad, don't go there. You might as well have summoned the lightning just now." Seeing her father about to put down the fish basket, the girl couldn't help but said worriedly.

"Don't be silly, kid, that's just an unfortunate foreigner. Looking at him, he must have been struck by lightning. We have to help him." The middle-aged panda man straightened the fish basket and trotted towards Angmar. .The word "foreigner" came out of his mouth without any sense of defensiveness at all, unlike the xenophobic night elves.While trotting, I was still muttering to myself: "This is such a weird weather, it's actually thundering on a sunny day."

He squatted next to Angmar and looked him up and down. After seeing the scorch marks on his body, he couldn't help but grinned and frowned together. He repeated: "Hey, are you okay?"