Rise of the blood elves

419【That's an...evil god (big chapter)】

Holding the sleeping Elisande in his arms, Angmar floated quietly above Zuldazar, looking at the messy scene in this temple city.The lightning that helped him float in the air was no longer a blazing white light. The boiling shadow energy radiated from his body, adding a hint of darkness to the slowly dissipating thunderclouds.

"What have I done?" Against the background of the shadows, Angmar's complicated face looked extremely strange, like a shadow creature walking in the world, the embodiment of fear and evil.

Within the scope of his perception, the entire city was in chaos.

Not long ago, the solid gold statue of the late King Dazar was torn off from the top of the holy city, the throne of the leader of the Zandalari tribe, by his angry blow. Along with the massive boulders scraped along the way, it fell straight towards the city. Market area on the west side.

There is far more than just the Zandalari tribe living in the Zandalari Mountains. In addition to the three powerful tribes that traveled to various parts of the world more than five thousand years ago and took root after defeating the Yaqir, there are many other tribes. Small and medium-sized tribes with a small number of members live in the nearby dense forests.

As early as the origin of the trolls, in order to avoid the raging "blood plague", the trolls came to these mountains and expanded this holy place based on the third seal of the Titan experimental body "Blood God G'huun". Temple City.It can be called the second birthplace of trolls. It is not only the center of faith in the nearby areas, but also a hub of trade and transportation.Even late at night, there are still a large number of trading caravans coming from afar to spend the night in the stalls and inns in the market area.

In this sudden disaster, most of the market area was buried by immeasurable amounts of earth and rock, and there were countless casualties.The cries and howls came one after another, piercing Angmar's mind like sharp thorns.Innocent people with bruised heads and bloody heads were helplessly asking for help in the ruins. Through the soil, he could clearly feel the shock and fear on the faces that had long since lost their vitality.

Heavy rains washed away the ruins, forming rapid streams of muddy water that flowed toward the city's sewer system.But in the muddy water, there was a shocking hint of bright red.

Not only the city guard, but also the priests on duty at the major Loa altars were all dispatched to the market area for rescue. The civilians who were awakened from their sleep by the loud noise and noise couldn't help but grab shovels from their homes after learning of the situation. Templates and other tools that could be mined hurriedly joined the rescue team.The whole city was boiling. In the face of such a disaster, the differences between the tribes were completely irrelevant. There were even some fanatical believers who believed in evil gods and could never touch the body of the opposite sex before union. They temporarily put down their beliefs. Choosing the living life under the soil that is in urgent need of rescue

The loa who had gathered here because of Angmar were also helping.Tokari, the spirit of the direhorn dragon, led his descendants to hold up the fallen beams. Paku, the lord of the sky, ordered his descendants to drag heavy objects with ropes. The descendants of Gunk, the god of hunting, showed their outstanding sense of smell. Guide the rescuers to accurately dig out the victims below.

Devilsaur Lezan even stood under the landslide area, withstanding the impact of the second landslide with his natural power and huge body.

People kept digging out their relatives and friends, and started crying heartbreakingly.The remains of the victims were collected and arranged neatly in the temporarily cleared sacrificial area in the market area. There were men, women, and even teenagers and children.The priests of the dead, Bwonsamdi, the god of death, walk solemnly through it, using incense and complex rituals to appease the souls of the dead, leading them to the carefree kingdom of the dead.

Angmar heard curses.

More than one troll is using the strongest words to curse himself for a good death.

Listening to the constant curses, Angmar felt very complicated.When he fired the bolt of lightning that vented his anger, he didn't consider the consequences at all.

Hundreds of innocent people died because of me. Angmar felt both regret and fear.

Regrettably, he always thought he was sober enough, but now he turned into a demon who slaughtered innocent people and killed without blinking an eye.What’s even more frightening is that all this is done by the superior gods to punish the trolls for their arrogance in the name of “punishment”. Everything they do is contrary to the previous creed.

what on earth have i done

What I'm afraid of is

He did not consider at all what to do if the lightning did not hit Dasa's pure gold statue, but hit the giant seal in the superstructure. That was one of the sealing devices of Odile where "Blood God" G'huun resided. [-]. The last barrier to imprison this terrible experimental subject

G'huun is a mutated experimental body accidentally created by the Titan Guardians in the Descending Era using the organizations of the Ancient Gods and creations of the void.Possessing unparalleled terrifying abilities, capable of devouring, parasitizing and corrupting everything in Azeroth. This is the origin of the blood plague that forced the trolls to leave the Nazmir region where they first settled.

As early as a few months ago, when he returned to ancient times for the first time and descended on Zuldazar, Angmar had given enough thought to this.He knew its origin and historical background well, but just now, when he vented his anger wantonly, he had no idea of ​​the possible vicious consequences.

If the Great Seal were broken and Odile, who imprisoned the experimental subject G'huun, was damaged, the consequences would be disastrous.

The little Elisander in his arms seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He moved restlessly, but he touched a bruise on his body. He gasped and his little face twisted.

Seeing this scene, Angmar suddenly felt that the nameless rage that had burned away all reason was steaming up again. In an instant, terrible shadow flames erupted around him, his eyes also turned dark, and the shadow tentacles emerged from the flames. It grew out of it and started dancing crazily.

The troll's curses began to grow harsher

These trolls dare to curse me and they all deserve to die. Angmar was so angry that he suddenly had the idea of ​​slaughtering the entire city to vent his anger.No, this is not enough

He even wanted to break open the giant seal and G'huun would be the best tool to punish these trolls on his behalf.

When all these damn trolls are reduced to mindless zombies in the plague, you will know the price of annoying the gods.

There are indeed a lot of Loa. Maybe I can't defeat them all, but I don't have to fight them head-on. I just need to break the giant seal, and G'huun will help me solve everything. What a perfect solution.

Angmar descended slowly, arriving at the low altitude of Zuldazar like a world-destroying demon.

The vision in the sky once again attracted attention on the ground.

All Loa with keen senses noticed the explosion of shadow power, and raised their heads to look at Angmar in surprise.Only then did they discover that the so-called "prophet" had not left, but was hiding in mid-air and secretly observing the city. Now he was obviously accumulating evil power and preparing for the next attack.

"Outsider, you have gone too far. What else do you want to do?"

Lezan asked angrily. The sharp teeth of this Demon Tyrannosaurus were biting together tightly, and the bite muscles were bulging high.In his words, the humiliated Koloa had already taken a fighting stance.No matter which tribe the trolls came from, their bloody hearts had been aroused by the successive tragedies. They all picked up their weapons and shovels as if they were dead, stood up, and glared at him.

"Mom, what is that?" A child who had just been rescued by his mother from a broken house half-hidden under the rocks asked innocently, pointing to Angmar in mid-air. His voice was unclear, and it was obvious that he had just learned to speak not long ago. .

The female troll civilian hurriedly pulled down the child's little hand and covered the child's mouth, "Don't point, that's a god."

She pressed her cheek tightly against the child's little face and kept rubbing the child's back. She was a survivor who was lucky enough to escape the first landslide. Thanks to Loa, she found her son.The separation of just a few minutes felt like a lifetime. She couldn't even imagine what she would do without her son. As she spoke, she raised her head and looked at Angmar.Tears welled up in her eyes when she thought that she had just been reunited with her son, but that everyone would soon die in the wrath of this god.Why

"An evil god," the mother muttered helplessly.

Seeing these two lines of tears, Angmar woke up.Looking at the trolls sharing the same hatred at his feet, and the shadow energy lingering on his hands, he suddenly felt that everything was so strange, so strange that it frightened him.

Wrapped in the majestic shadow energy, Elisande was trembling all over in his sleep, and could not help but babble in his sleep, as if he had dreamed of some terrifying vision.

what am i doing

Angmar noticed something strange inside his body. The power of order was fighting against the shadows that came up from behind, but he was losing ground due to the obvious tendency of the owner of the body.As if with divine help, the shadow broke through all obstacles with overwhelming force, entered his mental space and wreaked havoc inside, corrupting every smallest thought.

The shadow is seducing the negative emotions in my heart, it is controlling me

Angmar suddenly thought of Xalatath's warning before leaving, and his clothes suddenly soaked in cold sweat.Xal'atath had asked him to guard his mind at all times and not to be wrapped up in negative thoughts that were about to arise, until he found a way to completely control them.

"Mom, what is the evil god?" The troll child opened his big watery eyes, smiled and reached out to grab Angmar, treating Angmar as a stuffed toy.

Under the gaze of those clear eyes, all the anger disappeared. Angmar only felt extremely guilty and glanced at the troll at his feet guiltily. He did not dare to stay any longer and disappeared in the brilliance of the teleportation spell. .

After he left, the mother immediately collapsed on the ground, looked at her son as if she had been reborn, and said, "Never call the evil god by his name, remember?"

"Isn't that a mortal?" The half-grown child wiped the tears on his mother's face and asked in confusion.This child looks to be only three or two years old, but his language organization ability is so outstanding. He is obviously very intelligent and will surely have a brilliant life when he grows up.

Ordinary person

Even if a mortal has the power of a "god", he is still just a powerful mortal.

When the sense of shuttle passed away, Angmar had already appeared on the outskirts of Suramar.

Feeling the power of the shadow regaining calm in his body, Angmar felt as if a big stone was weighing on his heart, which was very heavy.Whether intentional or not, he was the culprit responsible for the deaths of hundreds of innocent lives. Their accusations of blood and tears will accompany Angmar throughout his life.

Under the cover of night, looking at the bustling night elf city in the distance and the suburban paths filled with pedestrians, Angmar took a deep breath and forced himself to clear his mind. After a brief meditation, he thought about the road ahead in the next few years. .

According to the original idea, he would plan for the future without affecting the existence of the main timeline.To contact and guide each ethnic group that has nothing to do with the ancient war, so that after returning to the main timeline, he can unite all the living forces of Azeroth to fight against evil.But now, he discovered a crucial problem.

Compared to the shadow energy that crazily encourages all negative emotions and turns oneself into a puppet driven only by emotions, although the negative impact of the power of order is not worth mentioning, it also makes people extremely indifferent and cannot escape the shackles of mortal emotions. If you lose emotions, will you still be yourself?

What's even more frightening is that without emotion, of course there won't be any compassion, but you will still be affected by the negative emotions inspired by the shadow.In the end, he will become a demon who has no regard for life and acts recklessly based on his own will, which is likely to cause great harm to the people and things around him.

Don't just talk about it now, dismantle the timeline and identify which one may have an impact on the main timeline of your origin, and which one can be rewritten and shaped to have a positive impact on the future. This work requires absolutely calm reason and Unparalleled judgment.If under the influence of these two forces, I do something that shakes the foundation of the main timeline, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

It seems that other things have to be put aside, and a way to completely control these two forces must be found first.

Angmar set short-term goals for himself.

He first thought of Pandaria, which people often associate with the "Continent of Pandaria". In fact, it did not get its name after the Sundering, but the collective name for the land where the Pandaren live.

The race there has been troubled by demons all day long. Under the guidance of the four supreme gods, they have learned to suppress the negative emotions in their hearts. It is a good place to solve the current predicament.

Thinking of this, Angmar wanted to laugh at himself, but felt inexplicably disappointed.

Not long ago, he just met the Supreme God, but now thousands of years have passed.According to "The Fallen", the current ancient timeline is exactly as it should be, and has not been disturbed by any outsiders.In this case, I am afraid that all the plans I made in the past three months have been invalidated. The Mogu are still the same brutal race, the God of Thunder has already died in the big explosion in Uldum, and the high-level guardian Lai is still looking depressed.

He sighed and looked at Elisande in his arms.

He knew that he could no longer stay with this girl. Before he could control the two forces in his body, he would most likely hurt her directly or indirectly.

"Sir, do you need help?" Someone behind him asked tentatively, awakening Angmar from his thoughts.

It was a group of Suramar guards riding night sabers patrolling the roads on the outskirts of the city. They stopped their mounts and stopped in the distance to look at Angmar's back.

In the eyes of these guards, Angmar is a complete weirdo.

They noticed this strange guy standing quietly in the wilderness from a distance, like a stone sculpture.

Very few night elves would choose fiery red clothes, and their golden hair color was not born with them. It could only be dyed later. Only nobles would do this.What's even stranger is that the skeleton of this weirdo clearly looks like that of an adult male, but he is thin and short, and his gender is questionable. He is also holding an injured and comatose little girl in his arms. The night elf's excellent eyesight can clearly see the star hanging from the arm. The bruises on their little faces exposed everywhere reminded them of bad things, such as vicious security incidents such as kidnapping and extortion.

However, the elegant robes and the suspicion of being a noble made these guards who had interacted with the upper elf in the city many times a little frightened. They instinctively suspected that he was an aristocratic mage with eccentric tastes and disorderly behavior. .But out of duty, regardless of Angmar's identity, they had to figure out what was going on.

"It's strange." The guard captain comforted the mount in confusion. The old night saber was very restless and kept sharpening its claws on the ground. The mounts of several of his men were also like this.

This is rare.Other people's mounts are easy to say, but his Nightsaber is a military mount that was retired from the battlefield.Once when he was besieged by more than a dozen forest wolves in the forest, and he was almost certain to die, this old man helped him resist most of the dangers.

Seeing that Angmar did not respond, the captain glanced at his companions behind him uneasily and said again: "Sir, do you need help?"

"It seems that we are about to separate, little Elisande." Angmar said softly to the sleeping little Elisande, turned around and faced the guards.

It turned out to be a foreigner. After seeing his face clearly, the guards were stunned for a moment, and then they drew out the sword from their waists and shouted sternly: "Who are you, put down that girl?"

All speculations have been overturned. It is definitely not a good thing for a foreigner to hold a scarred little girl of his own race.

The anger in Angmar's heart once again grew like a wild horse. He tried his best to calm down his anger and explained: "Don't be nervous, I don't have any ill intentions. I rescued this girl from the troll. Her name is Elisande was kidnapped by trolls with her classmates some time ago. All her classmates died in Zuldazar, and she was the only one who survived."

After that, he used arcane magic to lift Elisande up in the air and float towards the guards.He knew last time that this kidnapping incident had alarmed the entire Kaldorei Empire. These guards would definitely understand what he said and would treat Elisande well.

The guards looked at each other and didn't dare to pick him up.Just as Angmar thought, they could almost memorize the list of victims kidnapped by the troll, and of course they were very familiar with the name Elisande.

The guard captain kept his sword pointed at Angmar, fumbled in his arms for a moment, took out a magic image stone, activated it clumsily, and quickly looked at the magic image that appeared.After shaking a few times, the screen changed, and a delicate little face appeared on the screen, with a line of small words "Ellisande" written in Kaldorei language on it.

He looked at the picture, then at the floating Elisande, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Isn't this the child in the picture?

Yes, it's her

But just by this mistake, when he raised his head again, the guard captain discovered that Angmar was missing.

"Where did that alien go?" he asked his men, who shook their heads.

The guard captain looked around in confusion, and finally gave up the idea of ​​looking for foreigners, and got off his mount. As soon as he landed on the ground, the old night saber collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. What it looks like after a disaster.

The guard captain frowned and ignored his old man for the time being. He hugged the floating Elisande. Looking at the bruises on the little face, he couldn't help but shake his head. Elune, this child How much torture have you endured?

Just as he was about to order his men to help put the child on the saddle, he heard a young guard say: "Captain, that man looks familiar to me."

"look familiar"

The young guard nodded and suddenly thought of something. He took out a scroll from his arms and unfolded it to look at it. After a while, he handed it to the captain blankly, pointed at the person in the painting and said: "Captain, we are rich."

"What?" The captain frowned and took the scroll.

This is a scroll that was sent to major cities in the empire in the name of the Queen by court officials half a day ago. It was said that the Queen ordered to find the person in the painting.The same portraits are posted in the streets and alleys of Suramar City.

After reading the scroll, the captain was shocked.

The person in the scroll is wearing a fiery red robe, has golden hair, fair skin, and deep facial features. Isn't he the weirdo just now?

The words of the official who handed the scroll to the security patrol are still ringing in his ears: "The Queen has a decree. Whoever can find the person in the painting or provide information about the person in the painting will gain her favor."

The captain of the guard said in a trembling voice: "That's right, boy, we have developed quickly. You should go back and report. Don't forget to report the matter of this little girl to Captain Jarrod."