Rise of the blood elves

320【Pride and Prejudice】

"Girl, where are you from, why are you with a foreigner, and why do you appear in a war zone?"

During the questioning, the cavalry captain put away his bow and arrows, but immediately put his right hand on the sword at his waist, without letting down his guard for a moment.Although this strange-looking white-skinned man riding a velociraptor looked harmless, he instinctively felt dangerous.

Fierce battles were going on every day, but a white-skinned humanoid creature with unknown origins that he had never heard of appeared on the edge of the battlefield. He could also speak fluent Night Elf language. How could he not be on guard?

There was only a few meters between the two sides. If the other side made any changes, he believed that he could use his knife to kill the other side before that happened.

"I am from the city of Suramar, and my name is Elisande, your lord." Elisande lifted Angmar's robe and turned over to get off the raptor so that the other party could see clearly.

Although her robe was washed very clean, there were many damaged areas, and the exposed skin on her arms and neck still bore many unhealed scars.

The cavalry captain frowned.

Elisande continued:

"I am a student at Suramar's Low-Level Magic Academy. Half a month ago, I was kidnapped by a troll outside the city and brought to Zuldazar. It was this foreigner who traveled around the continent who rescued me."

"What?" the cavalry captain exclaimed and looked quickly at the adjutant beside him.

Without his instructions, the adjutant began to fumble in the saddle's backpack after listening to Elisande's words. Soon he pulled out a portrait and handed it to the captain.

The cavalry captain unfolded it, looked at the portrait, and then at Elisande. After comparing it several times, he nodded and said:

"That's right, it's you. Elisande of Suramar City, your encounter alarmed the damn trolls in the entire empire." As he said that, the cavalry captain rerolled the scroll and spat, with flames of hatred in his eyes. "The Queen was furious about this, and ordered the Royal Advisor Mr. Ferguson to take charge of the overall situation and lead hundreds of royal mages to participate in the search and rescue operation against you. Fortunately, you came back in time, otherwise we would have stormed Nazmir tomorrow and created a problem for the task force. This is my chance to go deep into troll territory and rescue you.”

Angmar was secretly frightened by these words, thinking that it was just a kidnapping involving dozens of low-level students who were not even apprentices. As for such a big fight, it would cause such a sensation in the city of Suramar. Forget it, even the aloof Azshara was alerted, and she even went to war to plan a battle to rescue them.

But after thinking about it, he figured out the reason.

This is related to the face of the empire. Where is Suramar City? It is deep in the hinterland of the empire. It is the second largest city after the imperial capital Aissalin and the leading magic capital in the entire empire.

The troll actually kidnapped dozens of children from the absolutely safe hinterland under the eyes of millions of Night Elf soldiers. How could the empire lose its face?

Moreover, even if one has the extraordinary Well of Eternity, the mage's success rate is still quite low.These dozens of students may be the future pillars of the empire. Furthermore, the magic of the night elves must not be allowed to be touched by barbaric and vulgar trolls.

After the news spreads, what will the people think of their beloved Queen Azshara, the Light of Light, if they learn that the authorities are turning a blind eye to this?

Azshara will never allow her own image to be stained, even though this is a feudal era.

So no matter what the cost, she must severely punish these despicable trolls.Even if there will inevitably be some price to pay, it will definitely make the trolls understand that the night elves are not easy to mess with.

Angmar believes that this queen who regards her prestige as her life and attaches great importance to the public's opinion of her is not just a simple act.

"Why are you the only one among your classmates who came back?"

the cavalry captain asked again.

Elisande lowered his head and said sadly:

"They all were killed by trolls"

The cavalry captain gritted his teeth and signaled to the adjutant after a while. The latter nodded, shook the reins vigorously, and rode away on the Nightsaber Juechen to report the news to the army in advance.

"Come on, follow me back. We will protect you and send you back to Suramar, my child." The cavalry captain stretched out a hand to Elisande, his eyes occasionally drifting to the silent Ange. Ma, her eyes were full of distrust.

Elisande blinked his big watery eyes, took two steps back, grabbed Angmar's hand, and shook his head slowly but firmly.

The cavalry captain couldn't help but be stunned. Then he looked at Angmar, thought for a moment, and formally introduced himself:

"I am Cavalry Captain Byraeus of the 251st Brigade of the Eighth Legion of the Empire, sir."

Angmar said at the right time: "Anghmar, captain, you can call me Angmar."

Baraeus nodded, took out a bag of gold coins from his arms, and asked his men to hand it to Angmar, "Your Excellency Angmar, thank you for your just act of rescuing the victims of our clan. This is the reward you deserve. Now we have to go back and resume our lives, please give me a favor."

Although the wording was very appropriate, Byraeus' tone was completely opposite to it. It didn't seem to be expressing gratitude at all, but it felt like he was condescending and dismissing beggars.

Angmar shook his head and rejected the other party's bounty.

He is very familiar with this arrogant attitude. The high elves in the past were also similar to it, as if they were born to be taller than other races.

This is typical Yelang arrogance.

Arrogance blinded the high elves, believing that the Bandinor Barrier could withstand the Scourge, but ignoring its most glaring shortcomings.That is, the weakness of the barrier is too obvious. As long as there are traitors who betray the secrets of the three magic temples and break them from the inside, Quel'Thalas's defense system will be no different than in name only.

It takes a day to transfer the energy source that maintains the barrier from the Magic Temple to the Sunwell. It doesn't seem like a long time, but the fact is that when the inner mentor Darkan killed the guardian of the temple, the barrier disappeared. After disappearing without a trace, there were simply not enough troops on the southern border to stop Alsace, buying time for the energy source to be converted and allowing the barrier to appear again.

Arthas trampled the arrogance of the high elves into the mud with one kick, and proved with bloody facts that in the face of the shadow of death, the high elves were no better than other races.

Having said that, in terms of origin, the ancestors of humans and dwarves are the Titan creations that first appeared in Azeroth after sequencing. The high elves are just the mutated descendants of the trolls that only appeared in the world 6000 years ago. That's all

Only by finding pain points with a clear mind can we seek changes and lay the foundation for forge ahead. When most citizens blindly advocate the strength of a country and a family, it will only shorten its peak period and even lead to unimaginable consequences.Countless histories have proven the horror of this arrogance.

But obviously, the night elves in front of them, who have great national power and cover almost the entire Kalimdor, think very highly of themselves and regard other races as backward barbarians, do not think so.

The ancient night elves looked down on any race except themselves.

Seeing Angmar's rejection of the bounty, Baraeus showed a hint of anger, because this white-skinned foreigner actually looked down upon the bounty. Then he discovered that Elisande had climbed onto the raptor saddle again and lifted Angmar away. The outer skirt of Gema's robe slipped into it to keep warm, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Although he didn't like the other party's behavior, Angmar still nodded slightly in a reserved manner, touched Elisande's head, and said softly:

"Captain Byraeus, this girl is too frightened. Please let me send her to the military camp."

Byraeus pondered, this was indeed the best way.How could it be possible to bring a foreigner of unknown origin back to the military camp, not to mention the fact that the royal advisor Sir Ferguson was pressing down on him?If he knew that he couldn't even send a foreigner away, his military career could be ended with just one look.

But looking at the little girl sitting sideways on the saddle, huddled in the white leather foreign robe, hugging her waist tightly, Byraeus was really helpless.

He had to say:

"Okay then, foreigner, please come back to the military camp with us."

As he spoke, he waved to his soldiers, who got off their mounts, led the Nightsaber toward Angmar, and at the same time pulled out a strip of cloth from his arms.

"Excuse me, we can't let you pry into our clan's military situation. Please use it to cover your eyes. In addition, this velociraptor cannot go with you."

Angmar shook his head imperceptibly.

But dealing with these arrogant guys is really not a pleasant thing.

But there was no anger in his heart, only deep sadness.A famous sentence from a certain famous book in the previous life appeared in my mind involuntarily.

Weakness and ignorance are no obstacles to survival.Arrogance is.Although it does not suit the current scene, it is enough to express how deplorable the ancient night elf empire was towards the tauren and other races that provided assistance when faced with world-destroying disasters such as the invasion of the Burning Legion. .

He got off the Velociraptor, patted the beast on the head, and mentally issued the command "go home". The latter immediately understood and ran back along the way.Then he carried Elisande onto the night saber, took the cloth and covered his eyes with his own hands, and stepped on it.

Sir officer, I am a mage. If I am willing, I can see your deployment clearly with my eyes closed.

The soft footsteps of the night saber came to his ears. Angmar thought this and said calmly:

"Please lead the way, Captain Byraeus."