Rise of the blood elves

129 A conversation spanning thousands of years

Recasting a powerful artifact is an extremely complicated process that requires the best magic craftsmen and the highest quality magic materials. It is even more difficult than the original casting.For the blood elves with profound knowledge, it is not difficult to simply bridge the crack that caused the artifact to be broken into two parts. However, this crack means too much. Kael'thas is unwilling, let alone satisfied with just breaking it. Recover as before.

This broken sword symbolizes the end of a glorious era, the innate pride of the high elves being ruthlessly trampled, the most painful tragedy the kingdom has suffered in its history, and the

shame

Kael'thas mobilized all the power in his clan to recast this artifact to be tougher and stronger than before, so that this sharp blade could face Frostmourne.After months of preparations, when the work was about to be completed, he originally wanted to wait until the Battle of Dalaran was over before returning to his clan to preside over the recasting work.But unexpected changes prevented this plan from happening.

After encountering Lothar's son in the outer realm and fighting against the Burning Legion headed by Magtheridon, Kael'thas was looking for a way to return to the world of Azeroth. He knew that he was under the threat of the undead and lost the legendary powerhouse. The clansmen urgently need the help of this artifact.

The prince explained this in the letter, gave Angmar the authority to activate all previous preparations, and asked him and the magisters to do their best to recast the Flame Strike.This is the second major thing besides finding a way to open the portal connecting the two worlds at this end.Although the prince also expressed regret that he could not witness the reforging process with his own eyes, he understood that the safety of the entire blood elves was the most important thing compared to his personal wishes.

But what happened now announced one thing, and the previous preparations seemed to be in vain.

Angmar was surprised to find that the moment he held the Flame Strike in his palm, the hilt of the artifact instantly erupted with a scorching light that was impossible to look directly at. It was so bright that the light spread along his fingers. Come out and illuminate the bottom space of the Tower of Wrath of the Sun as bright as daylight.

"What's going on?" A frightened voice came to my ears. The magisters and rangers who followed Angmar into the palace were almost blinded by the bright light and covered their eyes.

But this light did not burn Angmar's eyes. Under his gaze, the light of the sword hilt gradually moved up, and the gauntlets in the shape of the wings of the flame eagle lit up immediately. Then, after being broken, they were simply joined together by magic, maintaining The shape of the curved sword is complete and can be used as a symbolic relic on the coffin of the late king.

When the light flowed to the crack, immeasurable huge magic power burst out from the sword, forming an energy field with rapidly rising energy levels around him. The essence of the holy tree in his body seemed to be activated and began to run crazily.

Under the pressure of the energy field, the ground made a "click" sound, and fine cracks appeared like cracks in the earth, spreading far away.The entire palace was trembling slightly, as if a big earthquake had occurred.

Everyone and things nearby were shaken by the sudden strong wind and kept moving backwards.

Affected by the energy field, the arcane energy floating in the space was driven out by the nearly saturated magic power, condensed into small solid crystal grains, and then blown into powder by the strong wind, and then turned into the purest arcane energy again. It turned into fine blue light spots and dispersed out of thin air, leaving behind dazzling magic trails in the mid-air.

"The sun is shining, what happened?" Magisters who have been immersed in arcane magic for many years easily judged that this was just a simple release of magic power, but the energy level was too high, and it did not look like a release arranged by the Burning Legion. Magic attack.

Someone activated arcane vision and cast heavy protective spells on his eyes. Then he looked up and could barely see the scene in front of the late king's coffin. He saw that a new sun was rising above the coffin, and Angmar was thin. Gao's figure is among them, and against the strong light background, the outline of his back is vaguely discernible.

"Three Seats"

"Get out of there"

The magisters were very worried about his safety and couldn't help shouting.Even though they were so far away, they could hardly stand the burning of that "new sun", let alone Angmar, which was located at the center of the heat source.

The light grew stronger and stronger, and before he knew it, Angmar entered some kind of ethereal meditative state.In his spiritual world, there was a faint ancient atmosphere that seemed to span hundreds of millions of years. When the fog cleared, a magnificent and magnificent world appeared before his eyes.

There is only one wild and ancient giant continent in this world. There are few signs of life on the surface, but there is vigorous vitality bred in the core of this huge planet. She is like a sleeping baby, with a strange rhythmic heartbeat every time. , will spread countless vigorous vitality into the vast infinity.

Her vitality is so powerful that the four elements of fire, earth, wind, and water that were born out of her are too strong and fall into imbalance. They are restless and wild, attacking each other at will to change the world into what they want. Looks, without any restrictions.In this way, the elements that should complement each other in balance and feed back the world have become the main culprits in the extinction of life.

Sometimes the world turns into a sea of ​​fire, sometimes it is densely covered with spar mountains, sometimes it raises howling winds that sweep across the entire continent, sometimes it is swallowed up by the waves, and it goes round and round. No one element can have the upper hand for a long time. This seems to be a battle that will end. An eternal battle that will last forever.But no matter how chaotic the planet's surface is, she itself is not affected at all and is still growing slowly in a sweet sleep.

Suddenly, an indescribable dark thing suddenly descended, clinging to the surface of the planet with a loud noise, turning into a stinking mountain of flesh and blood, just like the horrific scars on the surface of a beautiful thing, which was extremely glaring.There is nothing in the world more disgusting than these things.

The four elements gave up conquering each other and instead joined forces to fight against external enemies.But they were quickly defeated and became slaves of darkness, with no hope of recovery.

God-like beings that were far larger than this planet came to this planet. They looked at the planet that had been deeply corrupted, and felt sad. With a wave of their hands, they created an army of creations that were easy to move and sent them to the surface of the planet for destruction. Dark things.

Creation struck the elemental servants who swept across the mountains of flesh and blood, but were frustrated in front of the tallest mountains of flesh and blood.At this moment, a huge hand penetrated the clouds, grabbed the disgusting flesh and blood thing, and easily pulled it out of the world.

The mountains of flesh and blood let out a wail, and in an instant, evil blood spattered everywhere, and pieces of flesh fell apart.But its roots deep into the ground tore a terrifying wound on the surface of the planet.The original arcane energy spurted out along the wound, as shocking as the blood spurting from the heart.

Time passed quickly, and the remaining dark things were defeated and imprisoned. God-like beings sent creations, transforming the wounds into vast lakes containing infinite magic. The world ushered in unprecedented peace and tranquility, and thrived under careful care. stand up.

Powerful newborn life forms began to appear on the green wilderness, and then came the clumsy-looking two-legged ancestral dragons. After the five brave ancestral dragons defeated the giant compatriot who devoured all living creatures like a glutton, the god-like existence descended. Blessings transformed them into beautiful and powerful five-color dragons, giving them the same mission as their own creations to protect this beautiful world.

As time flies, a primitive creature with a pair of fangs came to settle near the lake. With her blessing, it gradually evolved into a purple-skinned, graceful humanoid creature, and established a vast, glorious and prosperous magical kingdom.

A most beautiful woman in the world was lazily leaning on a lounge chair in the palace on the edge of the lake. She was wrapped in plain gauze and looked extremely beautiful.The crowd outside the palace chanted "Light of Lights" and showed great respect to him.

The evolution history of Azeroth was playing out in Angmar's mind, like a dream.

He only felt that the energy in the artifact was washing his body over and over again in an almost barbaric way. The essence of the holy tree was gradually transformed into the most essential arcane energy during the ultimate improvement.

He wondered how he could see this.Why did the sight of Azeroth's original form show a trace back when he touched Flame Strike? The magic power that Flame Strike burst out at this time also gave him a very strange and familiar feeling.

The next scene suddenly changed. It was no longer a transcendent perspective, but it made him even more surprised.

A tall, thin figure with pointed ears and white skin stood in front of a majestic deep black lake. Behind him was a huge palace complex with carved railings and painted buildings. Next to him was the beautiful woman. Behind the woman stood a respectful night elf noble. .

"This is the Well of Eternity." Angmar was surprised, and then recognized the woman's identity, Azshara, the Queen of the Night Elf Empire.

"Then, dear Dath'Remar, please proceed with the final step of casting." Azshara said softly, with a hint of laziness in her tone.