Rise of the blood elves

309 [Girls’ Generation’s Elisande]

Although they had a slight understanding of the true meaning behind the word "prophet", the troll's fanaticism still surprised all the loa. They were ready to wait until the matter was over before asking their respective priests to learn about the situation.

Only Angmar was puzzled. He was very sure that he had just heard the national curse in his hometown.

Soon he realized that it was the voodoo ritual that was responsible.

Although from a one-sided perspective, language is the carrier of thinking, thinking is far more powerful than language.With certain training, ordinary people can accurately capture the rhythm of thoughts behind the formation of language. This is also one of the required courses for meditation.

Organize any word in your mind, and thousands of thoughts may be involved in it at that moment.I'm afraid that when I said the word "prophet", I subconsciously thought of the previous life that created the identity of a prophet, so it was intercepted by the voodoo ritual and presented to the other party.

This is not new, nor is it something difficult to do. Mages have similar methods.

Due to the six-dimensional nature of the world, any creature, even ordinary people who are not familiar with magic, has weak arcane energy in their bodies. Objects that are often touched will have a certain amount of magic left in them. The mage can use this to reversely detect a lot of information about the owner. .

For example, if a diary has just been written and the weak magic attached to the handwriting has not completely dissipated, the mage can deduce the true emotions of the writer that day through a simple tracing spell.This technique has even been used in the interrogation of prisoners.

But what Angmar couldn't figure out was how the national curse could be connected with these, and he couldn't help but secretly raise his guard.

It seems that we should stay away from the corresponding spells.

Angmar quietly looked at the Loa, and his thoughts began to change rapidly.

The top priority is to escape the soul state, return to it as soon as possible, and then return to Quel'Thalas immediately to expose Onyxia's conspiracy.Originally, they planned to peel off Katrana's corruption of the Kingdom of Stormwind, but now it seems that they can only cut through the mess quickly and seek help from the Dragon Legion to cut through the mess quickly and eliminate Onyxia.As for the Kingdom of Stormwind, they can only explain it afterwards, otherwise it will be troublesome for Katrana to spread her influence to the coalition forces of all races, and Quel'Thalas will definitely be implicated.

In addition, how these trolls "rescued" me from the time vortex must be clarified. This may be related to the mystery of time.

Thinking like this, he looked at the mountains and said casually:

"I originally wanted to enter Azeroth again after a while, but I didn't expect to be summoned by you unintentionally this time. That's all, let's do that. It just saves me the trouble of breaking down the barriers in the physical world."

He paused, looked down at his "corpse" in his arms, and said sadly: "It's just that this incarnation was destroyed like this, which really makes me sad."

He has already tried it, and his body is completely dead, and his soul cannot return at all.Except for a transcendent existence like Loa, I'm afraid no one can "resurrection" him, so he made this point again after pretentiously foreshadowing for a while, for fear that the other party would be forgetful.

"Please rest assured, outsiders, we will collect the most extraordinary natural power to restore this incarnation for you."

Devilsaur Raizan said, he used the word "repair". In his opinion, for a being like Angmar, an avatar is no different than a tool.

Angmar was happy but shook his head and said:

"No need to bother. You have already proven your sincerity, which is enough for me. I will create another incarnation myself."

Quick, refute me, quick, he screamed inwardly, extremely nervous.

Devilsaur Lezan wrinkled his nose and glanced at the other Loa, seeming to be seriously considering Angmar's words.

Angmar's heart was in his throat.

In the end, Lezan shook his head.

"No, please allow me to fulfill my promise. I promise you, this incarnation will not be any different from the previous one."

Actually I want more.

Alas, but I can’t say it directly. It’s against my will.

Yeah, cool.

"Okay, that's as you wish," Angmar glanced at Lezan, then turned his gaze to the mountains again, sighing, "I haven't been here for a long time. Last time, these mountains were still in Under the control of the ancient god Y'Shaarj, there were tentacles of flesh and blood that covered the sky, and the mountains and plains were filled with aqirs. It was the heroic titan creations that defeated them and brought order to the world. I will stay here for a long time. Some time.”

These words immediately aroused the surprise of Laizan and Loa.

Even for them who have lived for countless thousands of years, the ancient gods are still quite ancient existences.Because they all appeared after the Great Order of Azeroth, their understanding of the previous battle between good and evil was limited to sensing the remaining scars left in Azeroth, or from those who often wandered around Hyjal. Mountain, the Wild Half learned this from the Titan Guardian Freya.

But such a story was told so casually by the soul in front of him. No, how old is he?

"Ten days, I will leave in ten days. Cross the sea to see the flesh-and-blood curse of those new young races. Who would have thought that the extremely evil existence in the duality of light and shadow would bring about the beauty of Azeroth? There are new changes coming.”

Angmar gently waved his hand and sent his "corpse" in front of Lezan. Without giving the other party a chance to react, he fluttered away, leaving only an enigmatic figure behind.

Lezan stared at Angmar's back, his expression changed again and again, and finally he couldn't hold it back and said:

"Outsiders, can you answer my questions about the various secrets you mentioned earlier? I have many questions that have been bothering me for a long time."

"Tell me everything I know," Angmar said, still worried that the other party would not be able to find her, "In the next few days, I may stay in the west of the city for a while."

Not knowing that he had traveled back to Angmar 1 years ago, he thought the other party was just curious about the war.Little did he know that the six original powers mentioned earlier had also aroused the other party's interest.At this time, Azeroth has not yet experienced the invasion of demons, and even beings such as the spirits of nature have little understanding of the chaotic realm of the original power.

"ten days"

The high priest who presided over the summoning ceremony was stunned. Regardless of his manners, he quickly ran to the Zandalari King and whispered a few words.The latter immediately opened his mouth in surprise and said with joy:

"I leave this matter to you. You must find a way to conclude a contract with this Loa. No, I will go there myself."

He turned to the members of the tribal council and said, "Gather your people and prepare tributes. We want to show our piety to this loa."

"Alas, mortal life is always so fragile." When passing the corpse of the night elf, Angmar deliberately sighed and looked at the only living person inside.

A night elf girl.

She had woken up long ago and had been pretending to be dead to observe secretly, but she could not escape the perception that Angma's soul state was magnified hundreds of times.

"Rise, young night elf." Angmar said.

The night elf girl was startled and lay on the ground thinking for a few seconds. She really didn't dare to disobey Angmar's order, so she stood up tremblingly, lowering her head and not daring to look directly at Angmar.

Her mage robe was in tatters. In the previous battle, the hem of the robe was almost completely torn, revealing her long, round and scarred legs.

First she was captured by trolls and then tortured. All her compatriots died. Even if she could join the mage warband at such an age, it was enough to prove her extraordinary intelligence. But after all, she was still a young girl. She was obviously frightened. Her pretty face turned pale, her body was trembling, and there were still wet tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Angmar slowly landed on the ground, and with a move of her fingers, a gray mist appeared in the sky, cutting off the ropes of her hands, and said in night elf language:

"You don't deserve to die, just come with me."

When the night elf girl heard this, she looked at the ferocious troll soldiers beside her with fear.

Although these troll soldiers could not understand Angmar's words, they knew from his actions that he wanted to let the night elf prisoner go. How could they dare to stop him and immediately retreated far away.

"I'll take you home, don't worry." Angmar encouraged him softly.

The night elf girl stood there and looked at Angmar carefully for a while, her helpless look very pitiful.

She took one last look at her dead compatriots, and tears burst out uncontrollably once again. She carefully stepped over the broken limbs of her compatriots, and almost walked out. Then she turned back, took out the knife and started to cut the limbs of her compatriots. robe, trying to fit it into my arms.

"I will let them properly arrange the remains of your compatriots, don't worry." Angmar said to the girl seriously.

After speaking, he looked at the troll priest.He knew that he was still within the confines of a voodoo ritual and that the trolls would understand him no matter what language he spoke.

"As you wish." The troll priest hurriedly bowed and said.

The night elf girl hesitated for a moment, covered her mouth with her blood-stained hands, and the blood inadvertently smeared her face. She tried not to cry out, but finally got up and followed.

When he turned around, Angmar sighed and asked: "Little girl, what is your name?"

"Ellisander, my name is Wuwu Elisande, my lord."

Elisande

Angmar frowned. This girl happened to have the same name as the Nightborne Archmage Elisande.

"Elisande of Suramar"

The girl sobbed twice and nodded solemnly.

Coincidence, definitely a coincidence, Angmar thought, but at this moment, a possibility flashed in his mind

He stopped, turned to look at the girl, and asked the only question that could reveal the answer:

"Who is the leader of your night elves?"

The girl took a deep breath, tried her best to stop crying, and replied:

"Light of lights, Queen Azshara."

Angmar was speechless and choked.

Well, it no longer mattered whether the girl happened to have the same name as Elisande.

No wonder

The trolls in Zuldazar look a little different, the city is far more majestic than imagined, and the Loa gods still look like they have never seen the world.

original

It turns out that I have returned to ancient times.