Rise of the blood elves

As soon as Angmar walked out of the temple, he was stunned by the unprecedented crowds of people. At least tens of thousands of people gathered here to witness the Sunwell's renewed glory.

In order to ensure the smooth holding of the ceremony, the mages cleared an open square in the north of the temple and used illusions to create elegant patterned floor tiles, flower beds with colorful flowers and beautifully carved fountains.From a distance, it looks like a beautiful paradise has been carved out of the ruins.

The staircase platform of the temple was covered with a luxurious red carpet, and royal guards stood on both sides standing as straight as javelins, showing their majesty.The members of the Silver Moon Council, a group of magisters, and the blood elf heroes who would later become famous in Azeroth were all seated, and Angmar hurriedly found his seat and sat down.

"You're late again." Romans, who was in the first place, turned slightly to him. Although he said this, there was no hint of rebuke in his tone, and there was a rare smile on his pale face, which was recovering from a serious injury.

Telesta also turned to look at Angmar, the relief in her eyes was beyond words, "Romans, being late is always the privilege of a good student, don't you think so?"

"Of course," Romance's smile grew stronger, "I hope this good student won't be too nervous later, so as not to read the wrong speech."

Telesta smiled brightly when she heard this, and handed Angmar a small piece of paper, "Hide it in the palm of your hand. If you forget the words, take it out and take a look."

The note is filled with densely packed small words, which are the contents of the speech that have been reduced by magic.Angmar used magic to stick it to the palm of his hand. He was extremely nervous when he thought that his inauguration ceremony would be the finale and he would have to speak in front of tens of thousands of eyes.

Many of the prince's advisers believe that as Angmar's deeds spread among the common people, he has a good foundation to be molded into a role model for the younger generation.A speech about his life and his desire to serve Quel'Thalas should be able to inspire people.

The prince thought this was a good idea, so this speech that gathered the wisdom of everyone came into being.A group of well-spoken demagogues used exaggeration to describe Angmar's life as full of ups and downs, such as a difficult path to school and a career as a consultant who emerged from adversity.Several adventures were also fabricated and were as thrilling as the legends told by bards.

They have only one requirement, and that is that the speech must be both emotional and emotional.

When Angmar was reviewing the speech he had memorized long ago, the majestic Prince Kael'thas strode out of the temple, and everyone immediately sat upright.He walked to the platform and faced the roaring crowd.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

"Compatriots, we have experienced a terrible disaster." The sonorous and powerful voice of the prince was spread by magic to every corner of the square.

The prince was dressed solemnly, and his iconic black stand-up collar cape made him look majestic.The remains of the moon crystal burning with emerald green flames were suspended on the shoulders and head, but at this time there was a hint of golden color in the small ball, which was the change brought about by the energy of the Sunwell.

"Two months ago, the Scourge broke through the gates of Quel'Thalas. The blood of our compatriots was sprinkled in every corner of the kingdom."

"King Anastarian, my father, died right where I stood."

Prince Kael'thas's words are extremely contagious, and every word has extraordinary magic power.Listening to him talk about the defense of Silvermoon City and the fall of the Sunwell, which was regarded as a belief by the tribe, Angmar felt grief and anger in his heart and couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly.

The crowd in the square was silent.

The Sunwell, which has protected Quel'Thalas for nearly 7000 years, was originally a holy place in the hearts of all high elves, but it eventually became the eternal pain of the blood elves.

For more than two months, the blood elves who had lost the protection of the well water began to become weak, riddled with diseases, and no longer healthy. Some people could not adapt to the sudden feeling of emptiness and became slaves to magic addiction.Stumbling forward in the dark

They came here just to witness the miracle.

The prince changed the topic and his voice suddenly rose: "But the Sunwell was not destroyed, but gave birth to its own soul. Now that she has returned, the sun will shine on the earth again."

"Hope is never lost"

In anticipation of everyone, Anweina walked out slowly and stood calmly.

A pillar of light soared into the sky from the temple, and the air began to be filled with rich arcane energy. The golden light shrouding the island shone brighter and brighter, echoing the temple.Feeling the surge of Sunwell energy in their bodies, some people cried with joy, while others cheered loudly.

Angmar was the only one with a heavy heart.

The existence of Anweina is unknown in official history, and the few people who know her true identity choose to keep this secret deep in their hearts.But three days ago, Anweina made too much noise when she woke up, and it was too late to block the news. After all, there were thousands of people present at the time.

Now everyone knows about the incarnation of the Sunwell, which is not a good thing.

The grand ceremony finally reached its finale, and it was Angmar's turn.He noticed that the crowd moved forward, and the guards who maintained order had a hard time pushing the crowd back.

"In the presence of the Sunwell and the Sun King, I solemnly swear." Every magister needs to swear an oath to the king. Now of course, the king is Kael'thas who still claims the title of prince.

After reciting the oath, Kael'thas stepped forward and pinned the badge symbolizing the identity of the magister on Angmar's robe, and the chief magister Telesta solemnly handed the magister's staff into his hand.

The prince stretched out his hand to indicate where he had been speaking. Angmar took a deep breath, stepped onto the high platform where everyone was watching, and looked at the crowded square. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Angmar the savior" someone suddenly shouted.

Led by that person, the crowd soon started shouting.

"Angmar the Savior"

Angmar secretly glanced at the cheat sheet in his palm, took a deep breath to think for a moment, and just when he was about to speak, the thousands of words on his lips involuntarily merged into one sentence.

"For Quel'Thalas"

After a few seconds, the atmosphere was completely detonated. People cheered and cheered with enthusiasm, and the ceremony moved towards "gaha".

"For Quel'Thalas"

The festival is over.

Participants will spread the word about what they saw and heard today, spreading hope among civilians.All will understand that they are no longer alone in such a dark time.The Sunwell regains its glory, the primary threats of trolls and undead are no longer present, and a glimmer of hope illuminates the way forward.

Prince Kael'thas hoped to rebuild the island of Quel'Danas and build a large settlement on the ruins of Sunbay Harbor and Morningstar Village.

Because the island has abundant seafood, and under the influence of the Sunwell, the land is constantly recovering.According to some estimates, the settlement will be able to accommodate at least tens of thousands of people after it is completed, providing a large amount of labor for the reconstruction of the Sunwell Highlands.

There will be many people who would be happy to move to live near the Sunwell.

For several days, Angmar stayed in the temple, working with Anweina to guide the remaining energy of the Sunwell's original form to help the sacred tree grow.

This is the fundamental reason why His Royal Highness the Prince made an exception and promoted him to the third seat of magister and gave him great authority.After combining with the essence of the Holy Tree, no one is more familiar with the energy of the Sunwell than him. He is the best nanny of the Holy Tree and Anweina.

"Three Seats of Angmar, Quinsas sent back a magic letter." A guard came in holding the letter.

Angmar put down the work at hand, took the parchment, cast a spell to remove the magic seal on it, and started reading.

The content of the letter roughly stated that Dalaran finally provided supplies and military assistance to Ambermere.Within a week or so, Linde continued to recruit militiamen. He now had two thousand troops, and followed Angmar's methods to turn Ambermere into an iron barrel.

"Well, it's going well." Angmar patted his sore thigh and lowered his gaze to the last line.

Sir, we found a refugee who claimed to be Princess Calia Menethil of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Although we don't believe it, I think it's best to report this to you.