Rise of the blood elves

230 [Azshara Region, the Declined Pearl]

The rain was pouring down, and the night was solid.

Lightning flashed across the dark night sky, and the ancient and desolate land suddenly became as bright as day.

The majestic buildings extending diagonally downward into the sea are dilapidated, with stubborn weeds growing out of every stone crevice, and the moss-covered weathered palaces standing silently in the heavy rain.

Huge waves roll on the rough sea, crashing against the coast over and over again, venting the never-extinguishing fury of nature.

Azshara, the area where Azshara, the capital city, was named after the supreme queen of the ancient night elf empire, was once located on the shore of the Well of Eternity, and was the most dazzling pearl in the center of the ancient Kalimdor continent.

It's a pity that after the earth collapsed, this torn land has long been buried by the quicksands of time. Only the ruins that gradually disappeared in the long river of time still tell the story of the past glory.

A thin, exhausted night elf girl was walking through the ruins, tripping over gravel and falling into the mud from time to time.At this time, the lame night saber she was holding would gently bite her cloak and pull her out of the mud.

"Thank you, Shuangya, call us, we should be here soon."

The girl touched the night saber's head and suddenly saw the fire in the ruins. She was pleasantly surprised and walked over through the knee-deep rain.

"Thank you Elune"

This is a dilapidated domed palace, whose former grandeur can be vaguely seen.After seeing the firelight coming from the giant arched door and a group of night sabers and hippogryphs sheltering from the rain in the shadow of the leaning building, the girl was overjoyed and said, "Frostfang, wait for me here" right at the door. Under the watchful eyes of two fierce guards, he rushed into the hall.

Seeing that his master had just abandoned him, the night saber let out a low growl of dissatisfaction. He walked to the shelter from the rain and scared off two smaller companions. He shook off the rainwater from his body, lay down quietly, and began to lick his front paws. Wound.

Bliss,

bark

After licking it, Shuangya fell asleep in a daze.

In order to protect the weak girl, it has not had a good rest for two days in a row.The number of demons it has killed cannot be counted even with its four claws combined.

As soon as she entered the hall, a warm breath hit her face, making the girl who had been walking through the demon-occupied area for two days feel like she was surviving a disaster.The tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and the wounds all over his body began to hurt.

Hundreds of night elves filled the hall, gathered around piles of bonfires, and stared at the flames with stern expressions in silence.

Some people looked at her, but soon lost interest and turned back to warm themselves by the fire without saying a word.

"A lot of people"

The girl whispered something, took off her oilcloth cloak, squeezed out a large puddle of rainwater, then found a deserted corner and sat down, observing the people in the hall with some fear.

They were dressed in different costumes, including men and women, some wearing sentinel light armor, and some looking like robes. Some even had a sense of arrogance in their manners, and they sat far away from other night elves with rain dripping from their bodies. It's far away, and you can tell at a glance that his status is not low.

Everyone has injuries to one degree or another, and there are a few dying night elves lying in the corner. The people taking care of them are helpless against the evil wounds caused by demons on their bodies, which have begun to smell.

Several night elves carried the newly deceased body past her eyes and walked into the rain outside, and then there was the sound of heavy objects being thrown into the water.

The skinny little girl's heart tightened.

Were it not for Elune's favor, she might have become one of these corpses.

"Everyone"

A sonorous and strong female voice came. The thin girl followed the sound and saw a figure descending from the crumbling stone steps of the palace.

As she entered the light range of the bonfire, her well-proportioned, slender, strong and graceful posture was revealed.But as soon as that resolute face with a terrible scar running through the bridge of his nose appeared in the light and shadow, the thin girl couldn't help but be startled.

It was so scary, there was still wet blood on it.She must have fought a lot of demons before arriving.

the girl thought.

The scar-faced female night elf looked around solemnly, examining the embarrassed compatriots in the hall, and said loudly:

"You are all a minority who agree with Lord Illidan's philosophy, otherwise you would not have gone through all the hardships and crossed the dangerous demon-controlled area to get here. But you must understand that this is a road destined to be irreversible. From now on In the future, we will be branded as collaborating with the traitors, and we will suffer the rejection of our compatriots, the misunderstanding of our families, and the contempt of our friends. Everything in the past will be gone. Have you really thought about it clearly?"

"We have already thought about it."

"I will follow Lord Illidan to the death"

"Lord Illidan is right, those stupid and dogmatic druids cannot bring us salvation."

Wherever Scarface looked, every night elf raised his head firmly and looked at her without fear.

In the past two days, when they heard that Illidan had been exiled as a "traitor", these night elves who had identified with Illidan and even followed Illidan as early as 1 years ago had left their troops and came without hesitation. Arrive at Azshara.

Before making this decision, they had already thought about everything they would face in the future. No matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was, no one would back down.

Only those night elves who were well-dressed and more or less accompanied by one or two followers showed hesitation.

Some of them are the upper elves who did not travel eastward with Dath'Remar 7000 years ago. Under the ban of the Cenarion Circle, they have stayed away from the life of arcane magic for a long time.It is difficult for them to adapt to the plummeting of their once high status, and they are basically unable to integrate into modern night elf society.

They did not have the courage to travel to Elre'Thalas, now known as Dire Maul, to seek refuge with their fellow Highborne who were said to slake their thirst by absorbing demonic fel energy.

The Highborne does not specifically refer to an elven race different from the night elves, but a collective name for all the aloof night elf nobles who served Queen Azshara 1 years ago.

Compared with the high-borne elves who have the courage to follow Dath'Remar to create a new life, these high-borne elves who are still left in the night elf society are undoubtedly the most bloodless and the most difficult to abandon their comfortable environment.

The reason why they came here was to hope that Illidan could bring changes to their lives and escape from the Mount Hyjal area that had become a war zone.

As for whether they are willing to pay the price for their beliefs and how much they can pay, it is highly debatable.

It's hard to say that they have no so-called belief at all.

Fortunately, there were only a dozen or so of them.

When the scar-faced woman's eyes turned to her, the thin girl straightened her body, raised her small bag high, and said nervously: "I, I also swear to follow Lord Illidan to the death."

The scarred girl's eyes were full of scrutiny, as if she couldn't figure out why she was so weak and didn't die at the hands of the devil halfway.

"What's your name"

"Aleli, my name is Aleli, my lord."

The thin night elf girl replied.

The scar-faced woman looked at it for a while, and finally looked away, and said to everyone again: "Lord Illidan has other important matters at this time. He wants us to go to the nearby fishing villages to find all usable boats, and try our best to Choose those strong ships, and when the storm subsides, we will sail across the ocean to the Broken Islands."

"what"

The upper elves were in an uproar and whispered among themselves in disbelief.

The Broken Islands are thousands of nautical miles away from Azshara. No matter how fast the ship is, it will not be possible to reach there within a few months' voyage.

But when we set sail in a hurry, where should we find the food and fresh water needed for the journey?

Not to mention that as the landing area of ​​the demon army, almost all the night elf fishing villages and ports in Azshara were destroyed, and there were no large ships left that were capable of ocean voyages.

"You said that the target of the betrayers couldn't be the Moon Temple in Suramar City that suddenly surfaced more than ten years ago?"

They didn't know that the Temple of the Moon in Suramar City, which sank into the sea 300 years ago and was raised by the orc warlock Gul'dan more than ten years ago, was where the guardian Aegwynn sealed the clone of Sargeras. grave.

"No, it must be Suramar. I heard that our compatriots used a certain artifact to create a new magic source called the Night Well. The betrayers who have been enjoying its magic for the past 1 years must want to go there."

These words made many upper-level elves light up.

A source of magic power that they can drink from is exactly what they dream of.

"Stop talking about this, he is just a lunatic. Without enough food and fresh water, we will die on the way."

As a result, someone quickly poured cold water on them.

While they were whispering to each other, the other night elves were watching indifferently, with undisguised disdain in their eyes.

The scar-faced night elf snorted coldly: "Cowards, no one requires you to go together."

"What did you say"

Some high-level elves suddenly stood up and wanted to refute, but when they thought about how they were asking for help and being inferior to others, they had no choice but to suppress their anger and sit down again.

The scarfaced female night elf ignored these bloodless compatriots and continued: "You are divided into five teams, each with at least 30 people, and set out immediately to look for ships. No matter what, you have to rush back here in one day. Azshara is still trapped. The devil is taking over, so watch your own life, I don’t want you all to die in the mud outside.”

After hearing the words, everyone immediately started talking to their compatriots nearby and formed a team according to the order, but no one paid attention to the high-level elves who were in isolation, and no one paid attention to the helpless little girl in the corner.

"Hello, can I come with you?"

The girl had just mustered up the courage to talk to the person next to her when her eyes were attracted by a thin figure striding into the hall.

For some reason, as soon as this person entered the hall, the girl felt a strange yet familiar magic wave pass through her body.

There was something that made people feel comfortable, emanating from the stranger.

In a daze, the girl involuntarily took two steps to that side. Then she realized her gaffe, blushed, and looked over curiously with the others.

For a night elf whose average male height exceeds two and a half meters, his height of less than two meters undoubtedly looks thin and short. He wears a wide dark cloak, which is covered with rainwater.

He stretched out his hands and took off his hood, revealing the face of a tired male blood elf. After looking around for a week, he accurately found the person in charge here, and said to the scar-faced female night elf: "Take me to see your master, Night Elf." Elf.”

The girl noticed that as soon as the ferocious scarred woman took a look at the face that was not in line with the night elf aesthetics, but had a bit of good-looking face, she immediately became frightened and respectfully replied: "As you wish, Illidan Your Excellency is above, please follow me."

After saying that, she walked down the stone steps, bowed humbly, and pointed to the stairs with one hand.

"So these people are the original followers of Illidan? It turns out that the Illidari with extraordinary combat power was born here." The blood elf murmured, nodded, and walked up.

Along the way, night elves kept showing shocked expressions, shouting "Prophet" and kneeling down on one knee towards him with reverence.

This made the girl confused, and she couldn't help but ask the people around her: "Isn't he the blood elf who came here to search for the Skull of Gul'dan? What did he do? Why do everyone respect him so much?"

The night elf who was being questioned gave her a look of disbelief.

"Don't you know? The prophet is back. Things have spread in the past two days. He is the prophet who guided us to defeat the Burning Legion 1 years ago."

"what"

The girl's mouth grew wide, and her big eyes stared at the blood elf, unable to move away anymore.

prophet

This title is known to everyone among the night elves.

When the blood elf passed by her eyes, the delicious smell hit her face. The girl blushed and couldn't help but take a few more greedy sniffs.

Only now did she realize that the blood elves exuded the breath of the well.