Rise of the blood elves

383【Desperate Situation】

"I'm curious how the Fallen convinced your master. Don't you understand that the Fallen is using you?"

Angmar said in a cold voice, looking around and starting to think about ways to escape.The opponent's actions of locking the space as soon as he met him to prevent him from using teleportation spells to escape had already explained everything. At this point, he didn't want to, and there was no need to be polite.

As asked, every word and deed of the fallen guardian Loken represents the will of Yogg-Saron. After all, the ancient god has not yet completely escaped from the shackles of prison, and can only send his most loyal servants to act on his behalf. .

Angmar couldn't figure out how the Fallen could convince them to join him.

From the fact that the Qiraji, who were far from recovering, did not hesitate to expose themselves to attract an attack from the night elves and send troops to Uldum, to Loken now leaving Ulduar and personally stopping him, it all made him feel incredible.

Don't these ancient gods understand that the purpose of the Fallen is completely opposite to their own goal of corrupting Azeroth? If Azeroth is destroyed, how can they corrupt it and create a new world for the ultimate goal of the Void forces to encroach on the boundless territory? What an incredibly powerful tool

There shouldn't be the slightest bit of coupling between the two sides' positions.

Although there are many doubts, the only thing that makes Angmar feel relieved is that since the Fallen is blocking him, it means that he is afraid of the power of the guardian dragon, so he is unwilling to reveal the truth to the five-color dragon clan.

Because they do not belong to this timeline, the Fallen will be subject to many restrictions and will not be able to exert their full strength. Thinking of Nozdormu's evaluation of the Fallen before his death, Angmar now at least knows the approximate strength of the Fallen.

This made him more determined to find the five-color dragon clan.

"A sharp-tongued insect"

Loken snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with blue light, and a bolt of lightning fell suddenly, striking Angmar directly.

boom

With no time to react, Angmar only felt a destructive force coming in an instant, and his mind went blank. All the spell models that had been formed were dissipated at this moment.

After a brief period of numbness, his senses returned to normal. In a daze, Angmar first smelled the pungent smell of burning, and then realized that he had fallen to his knees without any strength, and was breathing heavily involuntarily. Every time he breathed, There was a burning pain in my chest.

The sight was blood red, and occasionally blood dripped to the ground, dyeing the creek formed by the melted snow red.

"Mortal, have you learned what respect is?"

Loken's tone was calm, as if he just did it casually.

Angmar shook his head, trying his best to recover his brain from the mushy state. After squeezing the blood from his eyes, he saw that the robe on his body was already in tatters, and the exposed skin was burnt black. A piece of flesh and blood rolled around and stuck to the clothes in a sticky manner.

The robe "Belovar's Last Stand", which can be called the pinnacle of mortal work and has strong defensive power, actually failed to activate the protective barrier smoothly, and was completely destroyed by Loken's casual blow.

Is this the power of Loken?

Angmar reluctantly climbed up, gradually realizing that for this fallen guardian who possessed part of the power of Titan Norgannon, he

It's really just a bug that can be crushed easily.

"What did the Fallen promise you?"

Rumble

Loken stepped forward slowly, his steps shaking the earth, slightly bent one knee, squatted in front of Angmar, and looked at him with interest.

"It is said that you are familiar with the past and future of Azeroth, and even know the ancient secrets of the creation of the Pantheon. You are like an omniscient person who knows everything. But unfortunately, you do not have the power to support this vision, a mortal."

Angmar coughed out a mouthful of blood, stood there resignedly, looked up into Loken's eyes, and asked:

"It seems that the Lord Guardian has learned my secret from the Fallen. But have you noticed the Fallen's intention? You are just his pawns. He will destroy the whole world, not only you, but also yours." Master Yogg-Saron, as well as C'Thun, and all the ancient gods of N'Zoth will die along with everything else. This is what you want to see."

Angmar tried his best to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily, as if he would collapse at any time.

"Stupid, pretentious," Loken shook his head, "You actually tried to speculate on the master's grand plan."

"silly"

The shaky Angmar sneered, "In my opinion, you are the stupid one, Loken. Under the bewitchment of Yogg-Saron, you fell in love with your colleague Sif, and her rejection made you furious, so You killed her. You tried to hide the truth, but Sif's spirit returned to the world, and she forgave you, urging you to take action quickly before your colleagues noticed something was wrong. And you, as the wise king blessed by the power of the titan Norgannon , you were led to the point of no return so easily. Haven't you discovered that Sif's soul is basically an illusion created by Yogg-Saron using your inner regret? No, you know. But you still choose Surrendered."

Loken's expression did not change at all, "It seems that you also know the whole story of my betrayal. During that time, we were deeply confused by the news of the Titan's death. Everyone needs comfort. At the most vulnerable moment, the psychological defense is often easily broken. Breaking through, isn’t it?”

Loken paused and leaned down a little more.

"The Fallen explained everything to my master. I have learned the truth about the demise of the Pantheon. It was the betrayed Fallen Titan Sargeras who killed them. They did not die completely, but luckily retained a trace of their souls. Not only that, I also Knowing that the Fallen Titan has completely fallen into madness, he has formed an army of demons and is embarking on a crusade to destroy the worlds. Within a few years, the existence of Azeroth will be discovered. He will observe in the timeline Everything has been told to us. You are right. The stance and goals of the Fallen are indeed completely opposite to my master, but this does not mean that we cannot reach a consensus. I will bring you back to Ulduar, master. Very interested in you"

After saying that, Loken stretched out his hand to grab Angmar.

But suddenly, Angmar's body turned into a dozen different mirror images, running wildly in all directions, his movements as fast as the wind, and he didn't look like he was dying at all.At the same time, ice rose from the ground, firmly freezing Loken's legs and spreading upwards along his majestic body.

"Interesting." Loken's eyes were surprised. He looked around leisurely, trying to distinguish whether the mirror image was true or false, and let the ice crawl all over his body.

But what he discovered later surprised the fallen guardian, because these mirror images were all fake.

He frowned slightly and stood up.

Loud "clicking" noises continued one after another, and all the thick ice cracked and fell, without causing any hindrance to his movements.

Loken suddenly felt a gap, and a powerful magic power appeared at his feet. He looked down and saw that the weak insect had not escaped. There were dozens of golden crystals emitting strong magic waves piled at his feet.The insect suddenly waved his arm downwards, the golden crystals were detonated one after another, and a large amount of demons suddenly exploded.

The insect, with his arms in front of him, tried to escape with the help of the recoil of the explosion.

Loken did not hide, he snorted coldly, and all the surging magic flow was frozen in mid-air.

The explosion was aborted.In front of this fallen guardian who possesses part of Norgannon's power, arcane energy is like a well-behaved sheep.

"Not a bad trick," Loken said scornfully, and in turn manipulated the golden magic to form a prison, and stretched out his big hand towards Angmar inside, "but it's not enough."

The prison was about to be surrounded, and Loken's palm was close at hand. Angmar gritted his teeth and completely resigned to his fate.

A mass of rolling sand emerged around him.

In an instant, Angmar's movements seemed to be sped up a thousand times, and he escaped from the clutches of the devil at the last moment.