Rise of the blood elves

632【What? ! ? ! 】

Rise of the blood elves

The warm sunshine shines on the body, warming half of the body. The aroma of food floats in from the window and lingers in the nose, making people salivate.

Angmar woke up slowly, but did not open her eyes immediately. Instead, she smacked her lips in an inconspicuous manner, turned over, sat on the quilt, and cuddled on the bed for a while.

How long has it been since you had such a good night's sleep?He thought to himself that this was the best sleep he had had since leaving Quel'Thalas. It was like... returning to his childhood, the small house in the southern suburbs of Silvermoon City, and returning to the arms of his sister Leia.

In the eyes of outsiders, Angmar as a child was an absolute alien.

While other children were playing carefree every day, he always seemed very withdrawn and completely devoid of the vitality that belongs to this age group.Because this small body imprisons an adult soul from another world.

Traveling through time will always cause a series of problems.How can a good young man who grew up in a peaceful environment in another world survive in such a troubled and high-demon world?When he was shocked to realize that Mr. Ye's love for dragons happened to him, the psychological impact he experienced was not the slightest. He was not Long Aotian, and he couldn't do the so-called peace of mind.

He struggled to identify with his new identity.

His sister Leah sympathized with him.

Because her parents also died at the hands of the Amani trolls, she understands this pain too well.It is natural to regard Angmar, who suffered the same tragedy, as a child who cannot escape the haze of the past.

So she is always very kind to Angmar.

At that time, his adoptive father Anselon had just left the group of magisters that had been completely corroded by bureaucracy, and chose to teach at the Whispering Pool in the southern suburbs of Silvermoon City, striving to popularize it among the civilian class who could not afford the high fees for magic courses. Magical knowledge.

The family lived in very poverty, and Anselon was perhaps a well-deserved master in education, but when it came to raising children, he was less professional and even a bit lame.

Therefore, when her adoptive father was teaching, her elder sister Leah, who had already become the head of the family, acted as a guardian, serving as a less qualified teaching assistant while taking care of Angmar in addition to housework.Whenever I have free time, I spend it with him.

At night, when the siblings slept on the same cot, Leah would take out a book of Quel'Thalas fairy tales with the bindings worn off, and combine them with illustrations that were barely discernible in their original color, using half-baked illustrations. Literacy skills identify the above story while stroking Angmar's head to lull him to sleep...

Angmar still remembers the feeling of lying in Leia's arms. It was just like before, warm and safe. He didn't have to think about the orcs that would come in a few years, or the natural disasters that would invade Quel'Thalas. How should I welcome the disaster of annihilation? It's as if all the disturbances in the outside world are blocked out by the other party's soft arms.

He always felt that he owed Leah a lot, and his adoptive father Anselon also had the same idea.Because Leah clearly had the opportunity to receive a better education, but she had to take on housework early at an age full of endless possibilities, and wasted her time on insignificant but indispensable trivial matters.

Thinking of Leah, he sighed and lamented again that he seemed to be a little too sentimental recently, and sat up from the bed.

The warm sunshine outside the window shines into the hut and warms half of the small bed. Flying dust dances in the light. Everything is fine.

"Zi zi zi ......"

"Goooooooooooo..."

The sound of frying and cooking was endless, and the aroma of food floated into the hut, lingering in the nose and making people salivate. A tall figure wearing a plain short-fitting dress, with long silver hair draped behind his neck, was busy in the yard. After all the busy work, I was cooking a delicious meal.

The afternoon sun, the aroma of food, the busy figures in the courtyard...

How similar to when I was a child.

Angmar sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the back. After a long time, he groaned and stretched, and the joints all over his body made crackling sounds.

He stood up and cast a spell. His hair, which had been messy after a long night's sleep, instantly became neat and tidy. The messy bed became tidy again. The robe on the coat rack also flew up on its own, and he grabbed it and put it on...

After getting dressed, he opened the door and walked into the courtyard.The tall figure who was cooking food looked back at the sound, and the moment he looked at Angmar, his cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Miss Maiev," Angmar greeted with a smile, "What are you making delicious? It smells delicious."

"Ah, that..." Maiev smoothed the hair around her ears, but it seemed like she was hiding her uneasiness, "fried cod and wolf porridge. I see there are magic-frozen cod fillets in the warehouse. And polished rice, just use it...The wolf meat is just brought from the forest."

Angmar walked forward and stopped next to the exquisite stove to look at it.

Although the night elves have long been able to make stoves driven by magical flames, and most nobles are indeed using such products, Vashj, the head maid who has served the Queen for hundreds of years, insists that only primitive methods can be used. Only when she came to the western suburbs could she cook the most delicious food, so she ordered her servants to build such an earthen stove with two burners.

However, this earth stove complements the courtyard that looks very much like a hermit's residence.

At this time, there was a flat-bottomed frying pan sitting on one of the burners on the stove, and a few cod fillets that had been fried until they were slightly rolled and turned yellow were emitting a very rich aroma.On the other stove, there is a pot of fragrant meat porridge. In the sticky white rice that has been boiled into foam, the cooked and white wolf meat is floating.

Angmar took a spoonful of it, raised it to his mouth, took a sip, and praised it, "It tastes so good! Ms. Shadowsong's cooking skills are really incredible."

Maiev smiled in embarrassment and responded, "I just often cook it for the children in the orphanage. I can't talk about cooking skills. How can I compare with the chefs from the palace."

The two of them understood each other tacitly, and neither of them mentioned what happened last night. They served porridge and cod together, then sat down at the small table in the yard to eat.

"I heard before that Miss Maiev and the priests of the Sisterhood of Elune went on an expedition with the army. I didn't expect to see Miss Maiev after I returned from this trip." It may be psychological factors, or it may be that he has not eaten food for too long, Angmar He wolfed it down and drank three large bowls of meat porridge in a short while.

Maiev silently cut off half of the cod on her plate and put it back on the public plate. "When they arrived at the Edori Pass, the troops were attacked by demons and suffered heavy casualties. Medical supplies were in short supply in the war zone, and it was difficult to provide good care for the wounded. Treatment environment. So I and the guards of the Suramar City Guard escorted the wounded back, preparing to rest for a while, bring enough medical supplies, and then return to the war zone."

The Eldorei Pass is the pass in the southeast of the Well of Eternity area. It is the only way to the capital from the eastern area where Suramar City is located.The previous battle in which the Blue Dragon launched a surprise attack and severely damaged the Burning Legion's vanguard took place in the Eldori Pass.

"That's it." Angmar nodded. He let go of his mental power and scanned the surroundings. Sure enough, just as Maiev said, a temporary hospital had been set up in the garrison camp in the west of the city, and it was full of wailing wounded people...

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the fish fillet on the public plate but did not move it.

"I heard... that you will lead the Mantid army and set off for the battlefield with the second wave of reinforcements. I..." Maiev mustered up her courage and said the next words, "I think we can go together."

"Of course, of course." Angmar agreed happily and put the spoon into his mouth very mechanically. But when he pursed his lips, he realized that the spoon was empty and the meat porridge had been finished long ago.

The two of them immediately fell into the dilemma of having nothing to say.The sun was high, and it seemed that it was already afternoon. Most of the night elves who had stayed up until this time would be very sleepy, but Maiev seemed to be unusually energetic.

Thinking of the feeling of being held in someone's arms while sleeping, Angmar found that the answer to this question was almost ready to come out.

Maiev, who had been lowering her head to sip the meat porridge with a spoon, also had red ears. She didn't know if she was thinking about the same thing.She was very afraid that Angmar would ask herself, why are you here?Did you come to see me for anything?

Because she couldn't answer at all.

Last night, after sending the wounded to the garrison and handing over to the priests of the Sisters of Elune who were staying in the city, she first went to the Morrowind Village Orphanage to meet the children, and then returned to Suramar with a partner. On the way to the city, she heard that the prophet who had not left had finally returned, but she unexpectedly changed her route midway and dragged her tired body to the small courtyard in the western suburbs alone.

Then she found Angma standing in the yard sighing. She had a strange feeling in a trance. This thin figure under the moonlight was actually like everyone in the orphanage who had not even had enough to eat. She was short and thin. The shadows of the children overlapped strangely, and then...

That’s what happens next.

She really didn't know why she did this.

The silence was growing, and she understood that it was impossible for the person across the table to not notice all this. The reason for falling into silence was probably because after experiencing this incident, she did not know how to speak to break the awkward atmosphere between the two.

The more she thought about it, the more shy she felt, eager to find a topic to dilute the overwhelmingly awkward atmosphere. At this moment, the savior finally appeared.

"Hey, what are you eating? Did you leave some for me?" The radiant Xalatas came from outside the hospital and greeted the two of them very gently.

Angmar was stunned, why did she come out?

The clothes Xalatath wears are not manifested by magic, but a real female night elf's casual clothes. The style is very similar to the plain clothes Maiev wears. I don't know where it came from. Found it.

Her incarnation is a female high elf, and the body shape of female high elves is far smaller than that of female night elves. They are generally one head shorter and several times smaller, so the clothes are inevitably baggy when worn, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

In such a daze, Xalatas sat down at the table very familiarly. He directly pulled the communal dinner plate in front of his eyes, where the two of them were embarrassed. He took the tableware and ate very informally. stand up.

The awkward but beautiful atmosphere was suddenly broken by an uninvited guest. Angmar was inevitably a little panicked and hurriedly explained to Maiev, "This is Xal'atath, my..."

Maiev smiled kindly at Xal'atath, got up and walked to the stove to serve her a bowl of meat porridge, and said, "Your sister. We have already met. Not long ago, she was Miss Xal'atath's gang." I hunted that wolf."

younger sister? ! ? !

Angmar was confused.

Xalatath chuckled and asked, "Sister Shadowsong, can you help me find some needles and thread? This dress is too big, look."

As she spoke, she fluttered her overly long sleeves. That look, combined with the high elf's delicate and delicate facial features, and the soft, tooth-droppingly sweet voice, was actually... so cute.

"By the way... thank you for the clothes," she added with a smile, took the porridge bowl brought by Maiev, and murmured while drinking, "You know, you have been following my brother on adventures, no matter what No matter how good the material is, the clothes are always unwearable, either stained with blood or scratched, but I don’t know how to sew, so in the end I have nothing to wear.”

"I understand this feeling. Sometimes I wear a priestess's robe to hunt, and it is often stained by the blood of the prey, which is difficult to clean. The market should be open in a while, and I also need to buy some underwear before departure. Otherwise...shall we go together?"

"Okay, okay, I haven't visited the night elf market yet! I'm just afraid that I'll have to ask Sister Maiev to help me change my clothes later..." Xal'atath agreed happily, looking like a young and lively young man. The high elf girl didn't see any violation at all, "Sister Maiev, are you full? Let's go, I can't wait."

She immediately put down the porridge bowl and stood up. She took Maiev's arm very affectionately and was about to leave. However, Maiev didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior at all. The two of them seemed to have met each other too late. They are like close friends, not like they have just met.

Confused, Angmar couldn't help but frown. There were very obvious traces of magic on Xal'atath's body.After careful observation, she was actually using shadow magic to enhance her charm. Although she did not dare to directly use it on Maiev, she even felt a little bit impressed by her. She felt that she was full of youthful atmosphere, let alone someone who was not familiar with magic. Maiev.

I'm afraid that in Maiev's senses, Xal'atath is a perfect and extremely cute little sister!

"Wait, let me have a word with Xal'atath."

Angmar smiled and said to Maiev, and then pulled Xalatath into the hut without any explanation, cast a soundproof magic, and threw him against the wall with a bang.

"Xal'atath, what are your plans?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Xal'atath rubbed his back, as if this body made of shadow energy could really feel the pain, and curled his lips and said