Rise of the blood elves

212【Fateful Battle】

"Although this is our first meeting, I think you know who I am, blood elf. Likewise, I also know who you are, Angmar Morningstar, a mage who severely damaged the Scourge. The master is very interested in the secret hidden in your body. interest"

The air flow passed through the broken vocal cords, and Alsace's hoarse and terrifying voice came from afar, full of chills.

"Invincible", the skeletal war horse that grew up with him, fell with him, and was eventually transformed into an undead spirit by the undead energy, maintained a consistent pace and slowly came here slowly, It left a trail of death in the lush woodland.

Outside the Greymane Wall, when the battle known as the "War of Dawn" began, although Arthas and the main force of the natural disasters had already come to Kalimdor with Archimonde and were not present, with the help of The spiritual connection between the Lich King and him clearly saw what happened in that battle.

Including Ner'zhul manipulating the Banshee King to occupy Angmar, but ended in failure, including the illusion in the flaming strike, killing a Dreadlord with a wave of his hand, repelling Kel'Thuzad, and directly rewriting the course of the battle. ending.

Angmar was not surprised by this, but Arthas would appear here, which surprised him.

Arcane magic shone in his eyes, and he scanned behind Arthas over and over again, but found no trace of demons or undead minions.

"Alsace, you dare to come here alone. In the direction you are facing, ten kilometers away is the coalition camp guarded by more than a dozen legendary strongmen. Aren't you afraid that you will never come back?"

Angmar said coldly, guessing Arthas's intention.

In the official history, the ambitious Lich King Ner'zhul has been trying to get rid of the control of the Burning Legion, but due to the overwhelming power of the Burning Legion, he was unable to do so for a while.

When Arthas followed the demon army westward to Kalimdor and attacked Mount Hyjal, the Lich King Ner'zhul instructed him to betray Tichondrius's whereabouts to Illidan, and the following series of stories began. : Illidan took Gul'dan's head, absorbed evil energy and turned into a half-demon, killed Tichondrius, and was expelled by his brother

Tichondrius is the leader of the Dreadlord clan and the highest level person directly responsible for the natural disasters of the undead.In fact, all the necromancy knowledge that the Lich King possesses comes from this group of people with profound necromancy knowledge.Designing to get rid of the leader of the Dread Lord was just the first step in the Lich King's plan. However, to his surprise, not only did the Burning Legion lose Mount Hyjal, but Archimonde also fell here. Freedom was at stake. Falling from the sky like this

Perhaps Arthas had this purpose in mind and slipped out of the demon army to come here without anyone noticing.But he didn't expect to meet him first. Angmar thought that judging from Ner'zhul's curiosity about him, he probably wouldn't mind letting Arthas subdue him and get a glimpse of the "secret".

After all, in his own consciousness space, Ner'zhul saw too many things that he shouldn't have seen.

Just when Angmar's thoughts were changing, all the mages around him looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. Several blood elf mages almost had fire in their eyes.

As natural disasters wreaked havoc on the eastern and northern parts of the continent, Alsace's reputation was known to everyone.

Once upon a time, this righteous prince of Lordaeron was the proudest son of the aging King Terenas, the disciple of Uther, the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, known as the "Lightbringer", and the most talented. The younger generation of Paladins.

When the plague broke out, he was ordered to track down the source of the plague and kill the instigator behind the plague, the fallen Dalaran master Kel'Thuzad, the leader of the cursed sect.

"Purify" Stratholme, go north to Northrend to pursue Mal'Ganis, the source of evil, and find Frostmourne

Arthas went further and further away on the paranoid path of "pursuing justice", and finally, as Ner'zhul expected, he fell into the evil he had vowed to fight, and brought death back to Lordaeron with his own hands.

No one dares to underestimate this death knight.

Uther, the most powerful first-generation paladin of mankind, Sylvanas, the legendary ranger general of Quel'Thalas, and even Anastarian, the former king of the blood elves, all died from the frost at the hands of Arthas. The sadness.

The strength of the fallen prince is probably comparable to that of the top legendary powerhouses.

A mage was preparing to follow Angmar's order to seek help, and recited a teleportation spell.Because even if they were all added together, they would never be able to fight against the powerful Alsace.

"There is no return"

The corners of Alsace's mouth raised slightly, and he sarcastically said with some disdain: "Blood Elf, no one will notice my arrival."

After saying that, Alsace took out something from his arms, took it in his hand and shook it gently.

"Be careful"

Angmar's pupils shrank suddenly, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart. While shouting a warning, the light in his hand flashed, and a light blue magic barrier appeared around him.

"Crack."

As Alsace's palm tightened, the unknown artifact shattered, and rancid gray mist suddenly rose from the ground of the mages, instantly engulfing the mages who had no time to react.

The gray mist contains necromantic energy, which is like a pervasive tarsal maggot, rapidly eroding Angmar's magic barrier.

In just two or three seconds, the barrier expired, but then the artifact robe named "Belloir's Last Stand" emitted blazing light and heat on its own, dispersing it like soup pouring snow. All necromantic energy present.

When everything calmed down, Angmar saw that there was already a hemispherical undead barrier, covering the entire woodland within a 100-meter radius of where he was.Except for himself standing in it intact, apart from the withered vegetation, there were only a dozen mummies left in miserable death conditions.

Not a single mage managed to escape, and their shriveled faces still maintained a painful expression of death. Their facial features were distorted, their eyeballs were bulging, and rotten liquid mixed with saliva and corpse water flowed from the corners of their mouths, which was disgusting.

Among the dead blood elves, there were several outstanding mages selected by Angmar himself. There was even one person who was an apprentice he brought from the Sunwell Temple. He had a bright future, but now he died in a foreign country.

Anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Be patient, I just want to make a deal with you." Alsace turned a blind eye to this cruel scene, gently pulled the reins of Invincible, and stopped at the edge of the barrier.

Angmar suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the barrier formed by the undead energy without changing his expression. After a few small exploration spells, he knew its function.

This barrier locks the nearby space, causing the teleportation spell within the envelope to be unable to be cast normally. Unless the caster's mana energy level far exceeds the energy limit of the barrier, otherwise he can only walk out obediently with his legs.

He glanced at Alsace, who was motionless on his mount, and didn't think that escaping immediately was the best option.I'm afraid he will be caught up by "Invincible" before he escapes from the barrier.

Angmar composed himself.

It doesn’t look like it’s going to be a tough battle

There is no way to escape.

Sensing Angmar's fighting spirit, Flamestrike buzzed with excitement, trembling constantly, spreading bursts of light and heat.It was as if he had already sensed Frostmourne in Arthas' hands, and he couldn't wait to have another life-and-death battle with the magic blade that had shattered him in order to wash away the humiliation of the past.

The sunwell energy in his body also began to operate rapidly, making his pupils turn golden, and an inch of golden light burst out from them.After a few breaths passed, his whole body glowed with bursts of golden light. With the ultimate boost of magic power, he turned into a tall and thin shadow shrouded in golden light.

With two great artifacts nearby and the energy of the Sunwell blessing him, Angmar's confidence could not be higher.

"Deal, do you want to tell me that as long as I surrender to the Scourge, your disgusting master will give me the same power and immortality as you? Hum, Arthas, I am not as stupid as you, my fate is only It’s in your own hands.”

Spells are being constructed rapidly in the mind by the spiritual power that has been repeatedly strengthened.In a short period of time, more than a dozen evocation spells with astonishing lethality and some auxiliary spell models were constructed, waiting to be activated by chanting a spell.

"Alsace, maybe I can't defeat you, but if you think I can surrender, then try it. I will leave burn marks on your putrid body that will never heal."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light burst out from the flames.