Rise of the blood elves

305 [Ancient life begins with corpse running]

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what happened

Angmar opened his mouth and looked around in disbelief.

It's like someone took away all the colors, leaving the world with only the basic tones of black and white.In front of him was a ring-shaped earth wall, which was extremely high on all sides, tens or hundreds of meters high. Inside was a huge spherical space, filled with gunpowder smoke everywhere, making it difficult to see anything in the vast space.

After a long time, Angmar, whose head was confused, realized that this seemed to be a crater.

Why am I here? What am I not?

He frowned hard, trying to recall what happened before he fell into coma. After a while, new questions arose in his mind.

Strange, why should I say coma?

What a weird feeling.

Angmar only felt that his head was blank, just like this world of mixed black and white.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore, just let it go.

After putting aside the distracting thoughts, Angma suddenly felt relaxed, and his whole body seemed to be floating a little, and he was wandering around.

fluttering

keep going up.

He frowned in confusion and looked up, only to see that the circular sky circled by the crater was filled with dark gray streams of light, either dark or light, mixed with each other, forming an inverted vortex, spinning endlessly. .

There seemed to be some kind of indescribable suction force in the center of the vortex, and little people with transparent bodies floated in the air, slowly rising into the sky.

Those "transparent little men" all have fangs and their limbs are long and lean.

Some were looking around their bodies in confusion, looking like Angmar, who also didn't understand what was going on.Some struggled endlessly, seemingly unwilling to accept their impending fate.

Troll

Angmar's heart moved, and as soon as this word appeared in his heart, it was like the door of long-dusted memory was opened, and a long-lost thought flooded into his heart, allowing Angmar's consciousness to regain some clarity.

Yes, troll.

It was not the Darkspear Troll that I had seen in Mount Hyjal, nor the Amani Troll that often attacked Quel'Thalas, but more like those gray-skinned, tall Zandalari Trolls.

The sky was shattering, and the 1 years apart allowed the Zandalari tribe to evolve into a form that was completely different from that of their other compatriots.But it seems that these trolls are more primitive.

Suddenly a thought came to mind, which made Angmar feel even more weird. He frowned and was confused. He seemed to have caught something and remembered something, but due to some kind of interference, he still couldn't find a clue.

He looked at the sky irritably. The broken vortex reminded him of a toilet, and that thing made him upset.

He waved his hand towards the whirlpool as if he was shooing away flies.

Then the vortex stopped, and all the slowly rising souls stopped in mid-air.

That's right.

The annoying feeling disappeared immediately. Angmar clapped his hands with satisfaction, but did not hear the proper clapping sound, nor did he feel any touch. He couldn't help but look down, put his hands in front of his eyes, and looked over and over.

Wow, it’s transparent

Through his hands, he saw that the smoke that filled the bottom of the pit had finally dissipated. A tall and thin blood elf with a broken corner of his robe was inserted upside down at the bottom of the pit, with his butt raised high. He looked so funny. funny.

what

Angmar suddenly felt very happy and laughed stupidly.

But after a while, he instinctively realized something was wrong.

Why do I feel this way? Angma, it’s wrong for you to feel funny in front of a dead person.

Oh yes, I think about it, my name is Angmar.

Angmar's consciousness became clearer again.He blinked and slowly descended with a sense of guilt, landing next to the corpse.

I am sorry.

He silently apologized in his heart, held onto the body of the blood elf, and pulled it out of the ground with all his strength.

Angmar did not think about why the soul could have an impact on the physical world. He laid the body flat and felt ashamed. He carefully observed the blood elf.

In addition to the spine, all the bones in the limbs were broken. It was really miserable.

Angmar sighed and silently recited a prayer for the dead. He stretched his right hand towards the blood elf's frightened eyes, trying to close his eyelids.

You can't die with your eyes closed.

Compatriots, our dressing styles are so similar, and I was just laughing at your death appearance. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

May your soul rest in peace

You see, we are wearing the same boots, the same clothes, and we even look exactly the same

Ok

Angmar's right hand suddenly stopped, turning his head inch by inch, looking at the face of the blood elf.

When he discovered that this young face was exactly the same as his own, the floodgates of memory suddenly opened, and memories came flooding in.

Angmar's mouth was open, and his expression was sometimes confused, sometimes painful, sometimes tangled, and sometimes relieved.

he remembered

In order to escape from Onyxia's clutches, he took the risk and used the power of time as his source, opened a portal and escaped through it.Unexpectedly, his magic went awry, and he fell into an unknown space where thousands of timelines intersected. It was a place that was magnificent, lifeless, silent, and devoid of any necessary factors for the existence of living things.

Angmar remembered that he had tried thousands of ways to escape from the turbulent flow of time, but even if he tried the same tricks again, it was to no avail. He was trapped in it for who knows how long.As his mana was exhausted, all the life support factors simulated by arcane magic failed, and he finally fell into a coma.

But why am I here, he thought.

He clearly remembered that the last feeling was heat, which was unbearable.He tried his best to open his eyes just a slit, and seemed to see a vast continent, with a huge blue lake in the center, very much like the ancient Kalimdor described in the description, and he fell into this land like a meteorite. mainland.

Then he woke up in panic. Without his magic power, it was impossible for anyone to survive such a collision.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through, and Angmar suddenly understood everything, and his consciousness became completely clear.

He stared blankly at the craters around him, and finally lowered his head and looked at the corpse in his arms.

so

I'm dead

This crater was created by me, it is the place where I died, and now I am

a soul

Angmar stood blankly on the spot, looking up at the sky and the whirlpool that had stopped.

This is the world of the dead

After a long while, he finally accepted the reality of death. He laid the body flat very gently, stood up, took aim, lay down flat, and overlapped with the body. When he opened his eyes, the world was still black and white.

No no no no

Come to life, come to life

Angmar gave her a princess hug and picked up her body, thinking about leaving the crater, and then flew up.

The crater is getting lower and lower, and the view is getting wider and wider.

The black-and-white, densely forested mountains first came into view, and then came the endless Zandalari-style temple complex.

How is this so similar to the Zandalari Mountains where Zuldazar is located, but it seems different?

Finally, he hovered over the crater and looked around.

There was chaos all around, and the explosion caused by the impact destroyed many buildings. A large number of dying trolls were lying on the ground, twisting in pain while holding their wounds.There were endless shouts and shouts, and there were trolls dressed as priests, directing the surviving compatriots to treat the wounded.

Some trolls still failed to escape death, and lost movement after struggling for a while.Then souls floated out of their bodies one by one and stopped in the air, their eyes empty and their expressions blank.

Magic danced wildly in the distance. In a voodoo circle filled with terrifying skulls and filled with incense, a group of night elves, covered in scars and newly freed from their restraints, seized the last chance to escape and fought with a group of trolls. .

Unfortunately, they had already reached the end of their strength, and the strength gap between the two sides was too great. The battle was completely one-sided. After a while, they were knocked unconscious by the troll guards one after another and bound again with voodoo chains.

When the troll soul stayed in mid-air saw Angmar, it was as if it had seen some wild beast. It was extremely frightened and quickly moved its limbs, trying to escape far away.But no matter how hard you try, it's hard to move it.

Angmar smelled the smell of fear. Although he didn't understand how he sensed this emotion, the intuition in his heart told him that this was fear.

And there’s something intoxicating about it.

Angmar sniffed and narrowed his eyes in comfort.Wherever he looked, gray mist suddenly appeared out of thin air, forming a new vortex. All the souls were dragged towards him, and eventually they were all submerged into his body.

The momentum was so huge that the entire sky was swept in the opposite direction.

Angmar was shocked, thinking that something had happened again, but slowly, as more and more souls were absorbed, he became more and more intoxicated and confused, and the world began to slowly return to its original color.

""

Suddenly, a voice of prayer sounded in his ears. Angmar looked down and saw that they were a group of trolls dressed as priests. They gritted their teeth and persisted in the storm formed by the gray mist. They spoke in a language that they did not understand and were extremely pious. He knelt down and worshiped, occasionally picked up a handful of powder and blew it into the air, and used weird paint to write ancient spells in the air.

They have different costumes, and you can tell at a glance that they are dressed for different Loa gods.While kneeling, priests continued to fall to the ground and die in the gray vortex. Their souls were stripped out and absorbed by Angma in an instant.

Behind the group of priests, there was a tall troll.His clothes were very luxurious, decorated with animal bones, ivory, and some shiny metal pieces. He looked like a leader with a high status.

Around him, there was also a large group of troll guards armed with rough primitive weapons, forming a defensive formation, looking at Angmar in fear, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.Groups of troll soldiers gathered in the distance and gradually surrounded him.

"Supreme Loa, please forgive our unintentional offense and please listen to our humblest prayer. Please return to the kingdom of the dead and do not send down any more punishments."

As the voodoo ritual progressed, Angmar was suddenly able to understand the words of these priests. He opened his eyes and looked down at the trolls in confusion.

洛阿

This is calling me

Rumble

The ground shook violently, and a huge Devilsaur rushed over, stopped in the distance, and cast a very wary look at Angmar.Strong winds blew, and a huge pterodactyl flew across the sky.Click click, a spider appeared in the distance, followed by an overwhelming number of descendants.

The waiting Devilsaurus, the hovering Pterodactyl, the giant spider waiting for an opportunity, and the Velociraptor hiding in the shadows.

Angmar could name each one, but he could not name the Loa gods, so he was finally convinced that this place

It's Zuldazar.

In ancient times, under the leadership of Dazar, the first leader of Zandalari, the troll clan established its capital at the Third Seal of G'huun.

"Why do you want to steal my authority and take away the soul that belongs to me, outsider?"

Following this dark voice, a troll wearing a bone mask appeared and stared at Angmar with an evil expression.