Rise of the blood elves

239【Longmian Temple】

Northrend, Dragonblight

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, the bone-chilling cold wind hit his face. Angmar couldn't help but shiver, but as soon as the essence of the Sunwell circulated in his body, his body became warm again.

Angmar waved away the water vapor that suddenly evaporated from his body and began to look around.

There is a vast expanse between the sky and the earth, and the cold wind is carrying the goose feathers and the heavy snow is dancing wildly. Even with the elves' superb visual ability, it is difficult to see through the snow curtain in the sky.

Surrounded by vast white snowfields, there is only a wide road paved with unknown stones, extending straight into the distance.This avenue has existed for an unknown number of years, and is engraved with traces of time, and it is not even covered by heavy snow.Every time a snowflake falls on it, it melts away quickly.

When the violent wind subsided slightly, revealing a huge tower standing straight on the ground, almost connecting the sky and the earth, Angmar couldn't help but be deeply shocked.

that

It is the magnificent Longmian Temple, a Titan building from the ancient times.

Dating back to the years before the Five-Colored Dragon King received his blessing, it stood on the snowy plains at the northernmost tip of the ancient Kalimdor continent.

At that time, the original Azeroth only had Yuanlong, a dragon-type race known as the "Ancestral Dragon" by later generations of mortals. They did not have the wisdom and power of the five-colored dragons. , a beast among the countless kinds of natural creatures bred.

Galakrond is the oldest of the Yuanlongs. He can level a forest with a single flapping of his wings, and level a mountain with a breath of dragon breath.

It was so big that its daily hunting could not satisfy its food needs, so it began to devour the dead bodies of animals and even the bodies of its own kind.

Galakrond's body mutated as a result, and necromantic energy began to surge in its body, turning it irreversibly into a terrifying undead that could never satisfy its own gluttony.Wherever it passes, the dead are resurrected and the undead rise.

If left unchecked, one day all the creatures in the world will become the prey of Galakrond, turning into brainless corpses growing on its rugged dragon skin, and the mindless walking corpses that follow suit.

The shadow of death will eventually sweep across the earth.

But the Titan Guardians, who had not yet recovered from the exhaustion of creation, were indifferent to this.

Only Guardian Tyr faced the threat Galakrond posed to the world.

He summoned five of the smartest and bravest Yuanlongs to defeat Galakrond and save the world from this catastrophe, and he lost an arm as a result.His colleagues forged him an arm made of silver. This was the origin of Tyr, the Silver Hand. Countless years later, in order to protect the truth, when he sacrificed his life in Tirisfal Glades, those who followed him The Vrykul people, troubled by the curse of flesh and blood, have always remembered his bravery and kindness, even after they became mortals. Finally, a few years ago, the selfless paladin was named after the supreme name of "Silver Hand". knighthood

After the battle, Tyr felt the sense of responsibility of these five dragons and changed his previous mentality.He felt that maybe they were qualified to protect the world together with the Titan Guardians.So he persuaded a group of colleagues to use himself as a circulation carrier to give them the blessings from the Titans of the Pantheon.

The five Yuanlongs received blessings under this high tower and transformed from beasts to what they are today. Together with their respective tribes, they also received blessings and became the most beautiful creatures in the world.

This is the origin of the five-color dragon clan.

From then on, the five-color dragon tribe regarded the tower that witnessed this glorious deed as a holy place, and began to call it the "Dragon Sleeping Temple", and lived around it in the snowfield.When each dragon's life is approaching, it will return to the temple and quietly wait for its death.

As a result, as time passed and stars changed, this snowfield gradually became the sacred cemetery of the five-color dragon tribe, and outsiders called it the "Dragon Bone Wilderness".

"suddenly"

Luo Ning stepped out of the portal, shivering like Angmar, stamping his feet, and a barrier from the cold rose up around his body. He rubbed his hands that were frozen in an instant while looking at the person standing safely. Angmar, puzzled: "Oh my god, aren't you cold?"

Angmar was still immersed in the shock brought to him by Wyrmrest Temple.

Although he had traveled through it thousands of times in the previous game, the visual impact brought by dead objects was far less than that of the real world.

He shook his head.

"There is protective magic around Wyrmrest Temple. After the Book of Medivh was stolen, the protective magic has become even more strict. The teleportation destination can only be two kilometers away. Let's go."

Ronin said and took the lead to move forward, while Angmar followed suit.

In this way, the two of them walked slowly on the path of the Titans in the ancient times.

"I really envy you for your unique magical ability at such an age. When I was your age, I was still a reckless boy. I made many mistakes and got into many troubles. If it hadn't been for Crassus. Paul, maybe I would have been expelled from the mage order in Dalaran by the Kirin Tor."

Because he was too bored during the journey, Luo Ning started chatting with each other.

"When I was in my 20s, I chatted and laughed with the leader of the powerful night elves, conspired with the traitor who had been imprisoned for 1 years to save the world, and now I go to Wyrmrest Temple to get the help of the legendary dragon," Luo Ning smiled and shook his head. He shook his head and said, "Oh my God, this is such an amazing feat. I'm very curious, how did you get to where you are today in four months? You seem to have undergone some kind of transformation. The ignorant consultant I once had became a big shot that I didn’t recognize.”

Angmar laughed twice, not knowing how to answer.

Ronin moved closer to him, "Huh, you are as warm as a big furnace. Can you tell me why the Night Elf Archdruid is so convinced of you? What have you done? Of course I didn't pry into your privacy." It’s okay not to say what you think about things, and it’s okay not to say them.”

In this way, the two approached Longmian Temple.

The tall tower that connects the sky and the earth has occupied the entire field of vision.

The giant dragon hovers high in the sky, warning of possible attacks from demons and undead.

There are groups of dragon beasts on the ground, patrolling Angmar under the leadership of humans, elves, or half-humans and half-elves. Angmar knows that those humanoid creatures are formed by dragons for convenience and are not real. Humans and Elves.

Judging from the tightness of the security, the theft of the Book of Medivh may have really sounded the alarm to the Dragon Clan.

When demons invade, even Wyrmrest Temple is no longer safe.

Angmar suddenly narrowed his eyes. The huge arched entrance at the bottom of Dragon Sleeping Temple was in dilapidated condition, and the marks on it were very much like those caused by a battle not long ago.The ground is also pitted, with scratches and explosion marks everywhere.

Needless to say, it must have been the devil.

Ever since Angmar and Ronin walked out of the portal, more than one gaze followed them until they stopped in the open space in front of the tower.

The two waited for about a minute before a familiar, thin high elf walked over quickly.

Luo Ning bowed respectfully.

While bowing, Angmar said more respectfully: "Master Krasus."

Krasus looked very bad, his already pale face was bloodless, his breath was a little weak, and his eyes showed deep fatigue, which was obviously due to unrecovered serious injuries, coupled with the recent worry about the invasion of demons.

His eyes stayed on Angmar for a while, and he nodded: "I received your magic message. Come on, I will take you to see the queen."