Rise of the blood elves

311【Bwonsamdi wants to cry but has no tears】

Due to the breath of Angmar, the forest that was originally fragrant with birds and flowers began to become lifeless. No matter how powerful the beasts were, even the jungle king Devilsaur with the blood of Lezan, they all fled far away and moved to other places.

The chief high priest under Lezan who presided over the voodoo ceremony, according to Angmar, led all the aides involved in the matter and came to explain to him the details of the ceremony.

It turns out that the troll group headed by Zandalari has recently been defeated by the night elves empire and lost land. They have the idea of ​​​​stealing the night elves' arcane secrets and turning against the night elves.

They cast a wide net to catch more fish, and sent many elite hunter teams deep into the land of the night elves, preparing to capture the other party's mages to achieve this plan.But this is not easy. The mage's life-saving methods are endless. As the arrest operations fail, the night elves become more and more vigilant and launch repeated encirclement and suppression campaigns, causing the trolls to suffer great losses.

By chance, a hunting team located near the city of Suramar discovered some lowly night elf mages in the wilds far away from the city. They launched a sneak attack, captured all of them, and brought them back to Zuldazar, forcing them to Reveal for yourself the secrets of arcane magic.

It's a pity that even after 1 years, there will be very few trolls who can become mages.Today's Zandalari trolls are still very primitive and have just come into contact with arcane magic. It is difficult for them to understand the true meaning of arcane magic and master this power in a short period of time.

They pinned their hopes on using voodoo rituals to analyze arcane magic. However, only halfway through the ceremony, unforeseen changes occurred when the rituals combined with arcane magic happened, and then Angmar came to an end.

fell from the sky.

The high priest's explanation did not satisfy Angmar.

He found that this kind of ritual magic couldn't be simpler.

Compared with later generations, the voodoo magic used by trolls today is too primitive, just like the gap between the ancient night elf empire and the high elves that have reached new heights after nearly ten thousand years of development.

All magic schools in Quel'Thalas will offer courses on the voodoo magic of the Amani trolls, aiming to deepen their understanding of their enemies.Angmar's knowledge of voodoo, even if it only stayed at a very superficial level and had not been practiced a few times, was enough for him to see at a glance the key to the voodoo ritual mentioned by the high priest.

That is, there is no key, it is ordinary.

Angmar asked Elisande again and found that they only followed the other party's request and showed the extremely lethal evocation spell in the ceremony that the other party dreamed of.

How could such a dramatic scene happen when these two ordinary things are combined?

The high priest of Lezan specially ordered the best witch doctors in Zandalar to join forces with some loa priests who were proficient in medical skills to heal Elisande's leg wound.

The hundred and ten people he brought took only a few hours to build a tree house half a meter above the ground and protected from moisture, relying on the trunk of a towering tree with more than ten people hugging it. A little hasty and crude, but still solid.A variety of daily necessities were put in, including many daily necessities seized from the night elf army. A large number of servants were also arranged to deliver delicious food.

No matter what this night elf captive meant to the Prophet, he was now someone close to the Prophet, and they could not neglect him.

Angmar expressed his strong interest in troll voodoo magic, asked the high priest to explain it to him in detail, and found all relevant ancient scrolls and books.He must combine voodoo to figure out the crux of the ritual that accidentally summoned him. This may be the key to his return and even the key to sending a message to the prince.

For Angmar, who has been baptized by rigorous modern arcane theory, it is undoubtedly an extremely difficult thing to understand primitive magic that is mysterious and mysterious, has many internal contradictions, and is derived purely from the accumulation of experience.

Time passed like this, and Angmar could feel that his "physical body", which was being repaired by the Loa, was gradually recovering.

At nightfall, after swatting away the troll's high priest, Angmar arrived at Elisande's treehouse.

"Elisande, you don't have to worry about anything. Once you recover, I will send you back to Suramar and reunite you with your family."

Elisande raised his shoulders and stared blankly at the food in front of him, silently.Logically speaking, the average child who has experienced this kind of thing, suffered inhuman abuse, and watched his classmates and friends die in front of them, would probably be greatly shocked.

She had been sitting here all afternoon, eating and drinking nothing.

This girl who accidentally fell into war and racial hatred always reminded Angmar of the orphans in Quel'Thalas who lost their parents due to the war.

Silverymoon City has many officially run orphanages and similar relief organizations.In the past, the orphans inside were often created by the war with the Amani trolls, and there were not many in number.But as the Third War progressed, a large number of children of Quel'Thalas lost their lives forever in order to fight off the threat of natural disasters. The beds in the orphanage were filled to capacity by the large influx of orphans.

From the young and ignorant boys and girls to the babbled babies, their destinies have all been changed forever by the war.Even if they are adopted, they are destined to not be able to grow up safely under the wings of their parents and enjoy a carefree childhood like ordinary children.Whenever parents are mentioned, only pain and hatred emerge in the hearts of young children, nothing else.

Looking at the bruises and scars on Elisande's body, Angmar couldn't help but sigh.

"Sir, although I don't understand why you want to save me, I thank you for your kindness."

Surprisingly, Elisande said this very logically, as if he were an adult rather than an ignorant girl.Regardless of whether she was the great mage who would lead the Children of Night in later generations, Angmar was a little surprised.

"I have no family, they all died in the war. It was my mentor who raised me, and she is my only relative. Before Coco, she died in front of my eyes to protect me and my classmates. She died at the hands of a troll hunter. Now all the students have been killed under the sharp blade. If I am strong enough, I can protect them."

Elisande's face was expressionless, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him. His eyes were filled with mist, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and swore fiercely:

"One day, I will kill all those trolls and avenge them."

Angmar closed his eyes, let out a long breath, squatted down, looked into Elisande's eyes, and explained patiently and seriously:

"Ellisande, you can kill your enemy with your own hands and complete your revenge. But I must remind you that when practicing arcane magic, do not use any strong emotions as the driving force. Otherwise, the possibility of getting lost and falling will be greatly increased. , maybe you will be attracted by some dangerous and powerful force, and finally have no way to turn back; maybe you will become a slave of the devil and never be able to turn around."

"Sir, what is the evil devil?"

Elisande wiped the corners of his eyes and repeated the unfamiliar word "devil" which was difficult to pronounce.

"Demons are the enemy of all living things in the Boundless End. Their leader was once a member of the Titans of the Pantheon. His name is Sargeras. He is noble and pure, brave and good at fighting. When it comes to the Titans, a unique and powerful race in the universe, we have to Talk about the formation of the world, which originated from a collision of light and darkness."

Angmar told the story, from the Great Order to the birth of the first Titan in the universe, to the Lord of the Void's coveting of the physical world, and the fall of the noble Sargeras.

Little Elisander was attracted by each magnificent and fantastic story, and soon became so fascinated that she temporarily forgot the pain.

"Will demons really enter our world?" Elisande asked after listening.

Angmar nodded, "Yes, unless the Burning Legion is destroyed, or the Endless End is completely destroyed, the Burning Crusade will never end. Eat something. Isn't the food of the trolls unpalatable?"

Although Angmar knew that this was not the reason why she refused to eat, she still condensed the arcane energy floating in the nearby air and cast a meal-making spell.As a result, first the tray appeared out of thin air, and then pink cream cakes appeared one after another on it.

Elisande's eyes widened. She carefully took the cream cake, as if she was afraid it would be crushed. Her first reaction was not to put it in her mouth, but to turn it over and over carefully, as if she couldn't believe it. Created by arcane magic.

There is no technical difficulty in the art of making water, but the art of making food was something that the Night Elf Empire had never mastered in ancient times. It was a new spell developed by the talented great magister of the first generation of high elves in the past 1 years, and used it as a new spell. Passed on to the humans of Dalaran.

Of course, this so-called "invention" is not unique.When the understanding of magic reaches a certain level, all races will develop similar spells under the pressure of similar needs. The same applies to other disciplines.Just like ancient humans' wheels or papermaking.

"Want to learn?" Angmar smiled.

Elisande nodded.

"I will teach you after eating these cakes. Only when you are full can you have the strength to learn magic, right?" Angmar poured a glass of water and placed it next to Elisande's hand.

At the same time, north of the Zandalari Mountains, Bwonsamdi Palace is where the trolls return to their souls.

"Ah ah ah he's here again, he's stealing my soul again, oh don't come back, come back"

Bwonsamdi clutched his disheveled hair in pain and cried out in pain.

All the souls in the Hades seemed to have discovered the light in the darkness. Their faces, which had been numb for countless years, were filled with a look of yearning. They regarded the soul contract with Bwonsamdi as if it were nothing, and even more so. Ignoring the boundaries of the dead in Hades, it drifted slowly but unstoppably towards the south, towards the forest where Angmar was located.