Apart from the wooden building materials piled up in the corners, there is nothing to burn in the rebuilt Yinyue City. The fire in the distance is getting smaller and it should be extinguished soon.

The battle is over.

The Fear Demon King and the Lich escaped, and the demons and undead who had lost their command were quickly wiped out. The enemy failed, but the blood elves still paid an extremely heavy price.

Angma was walking through Silver Moon City.

There are corpses everywhere, densely packed, a small number of them are demons, and almost all the rest are blood elves.

Angma didn't know how many people died in this battle, and this was by no means an easy number to accept.

The casualties in Dongcheng District alone are not a decimal number. Most of the private armed forces transferred to the city by the conservative nobles were transformed into undead by psychic techniques.

In addition, there is the Xicheng District where civilians gather, the Ellendal River defense line that was attacked by the army of undead in the Ghost Land...

The war reports from other regions have not been sent back, but Angma knew that today's battle was probably the biggest blow to the blood elves after Arthas destroyed Quelthalas.

The soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.

There was only the rubbing sound of the corpse when dragging it, or the rumbling sound of a building in the distance being burned by a fire.

Their steps were extremely low, and the heaviness in their behavior came from not only the exhausted physical energy, but also from the heart. No one spoke, and they were all doing the work at hand in silence. Some people leaned tiredly against the wall and treated the wound with emergency bandages.

As Angma passed by, the soldiers' eyes gathered little by little, whether they were standing or sitting, they all bowed with respect.

After tonight, many people will remember this name - Angma Morningstar.

The prince adviser who once brought back the incarnation of the Holy Tree and the Sun Well for his tribe members, the three-seat magician who was questioned, and the unafraid of death in the Battle of Silver Moon City.

The group soon arrived at the royal court area.

After walking through the corpse, the towering tower of Sun Rage first came into view. The energy-guiding array controlled by the Burning Legion and used to spread the influence of mental spells has been closed. The situation here is also not very good. The once gorgeous and neat Bai's ground is full of corpses, and there is almost no place to settle down.

The Silver Hand Paladin, who had made great efforts in the battle and the orcs from the Frost Wolf clan, were carrying out the aftermath work with the blood elves. Influenced by the blood elves, these allies who saved Silver Moon City remained silent.

A female roar suddenly came from the right side. Angma looked in the sound and saw a female ranger lying on the ground, with bandages scattered around her. Not far away was an orc full of scars, still maintaining the posture of pushing people the previous second.

It seemed that the female ranger wanted to send bandages to the team where the orcs were located, but for some reason, she was pushed to the ground by one of the orcs.

"You ungrateful beast!" The female ranger turned over and took the arrow and bowed with extremely fast speed, aiming at the culprit who pushed him down.

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred.

The place where the female ranger was standing before, suddenly a corpse suddenly stood up and rushed towards the orc who replaced the female ranger's position without saying a word.

The orc waved its huge fist, and a dull sound was heard, and the resurrected person's chest was sunk directly into the ground and fell to the ground in a crooked manner.

The female ranger looked at the scene in surprise, slowly withdrew her bow and arrow, opened her mouth, and could not speak.

The orc pointed to the Resurrection, waved his hand, and said in a bad human term: "I...I..."

After I spent a long time, the orc didn't say a complete sentence.

The female ranger stared at the orc for two seconds, then leaned over to the ground and picked up all the clean bandages that were not stained with the decayed blood of the undead, and walked up to the orc's arms.

As if guilty, she untied the water bag on her waist and stuffed it into the orc's hands. She made a gesture of pouring water on her arms, indicating that the orc would clean the wound before bandaging it.

"I'm sorry, please forgive my recklessness." The female ranger bowed slightly and said apologetically.

"Thank you! Friend!" The orc smiled and returned to the middle of the tribe with a bandage in his arms.

After watching this little episode, Angma was very satisfied.

In his vision of building the entire north of the continent into a military alliance, the Frost Wolf Orcs would be a crucial member. Although they were just a clan, and their number and military strength were far inferior to the local clan, they had a close relationship with the orc chief Thrall. They were also among the few "pure people" among the orcs who had not been corrupted by the blood of demons, and had a remarkable status and influence.

This will be a diverse alliance, with members including the Blood Elves, Humans, Wildhammer Dwarfs and Forgotten Ones. They do not participate in the meaningless hostility between the alliance and the tribe, but regard natural disasters as real enemies. Before Arthas ends, everyone will form a close alliance under the guidance of common interests - but this is just an idea, and the difficulty is far beyond what Angmar today can achieve.

Not to mention how difficult it is to make King Greymann, the stubborn kingdom of Gilness, abandon his strategy of closing the country, the Forsaken is the most difficult force, or "race".

The blood elves need them.

The identity of the undead made them stand on the opposite side of humanity, and they occupied Lordaeron's former capital and territory. The sphere of influence was intertwined with Lordaeron's remains, and conflicts occurred from time to time, and there was no possibility of peace with the human side headed by the Storm Kingdom.

but……

The Lich King's ability to control the undead has not been damaged yet, and the Forgotten has not yet escaped control and won the body of freedom.

Until then, Angma always had the opportunity to change the fate of this ethnic group that was incompatible with the world.

In short, no matter how difficult this idea is to be realized, Angma must do it, and this move is of great significance to the blood elves.

He thought about the next series of world events, how the blood elves should deal with it, and what should he do. A few minutes later, Angma and a group of magicians finally entered the Sun Fury Spire through the arch bridge.

This is the Sun Chaser's Palace. In front of the tall arched door, hundreds of traveler rangers, led by the new Ranger General Rothema Theron, confronted the remnants of the conservative nobles in the main hall of the palace.

Noting the arrival of a line of magicians, Rothama turned around, nodded slightly, and said to Itonis and others: "Ten minutes ago, we destroyed the magic circle in the side hall and closed the energy guide device on the top of the tower. But after the mental spell was interrupted, these people did not get rid of control. I think your magic should help them restore their sanity."

Angma glanced at the hall, and the remnants of the conservative nobles were moving in various decorations in the palace, piled up on the necessary path of the "enemy", trying to resist to the end. Their behavior was completely different from that of the civilians who had completely lost their minds. It seemed that some of their minds were more like being directly controlled by the demon.

Behind this simple line of defense, there were many figures of great nobles. The leader was Randolph Thunder Cloud, the Speaker of the Silver Moon Council, who was regarded as the leader by all the conservative nobles.

Angma understood why Lothama didn't act rashly.

The Rangers of the Farway is the most elite unit of Quel'thalas, and it is easy to defeat these conservative nobles. However, it is difficult to ensure that there will be no casualties in the process, and it is very likely that several great nobles will be killed.

Even if these conservative nobles will become the existence of everyone's beating after tonight, and even if the people don't care that they are under control, Lothema Theron does not want to take this responsibility.

Don't rashly commit crimes against any faction that has lost its power, be careful and cautious.

This is a necessary trait for a Regent who can integrate the split blood elves together.

To the surprise of Rothema, who was waiting for the reply, Itonis looked at Angma for inquiry after checking the situation in the main hall, as if he was waiting for the latter's order.

"I can help you remove these spiritual control spells." A hoarse voice came from behind, and Archbishop Fao came over.

His appearance made the travelers nervous, and found that all the nearby mages were looking as usual, so they linked the undead in front of them with the rumored "Resurrection Archbishop with Free Will" and let go of their hostility.

Angma almost forgot that there was another legendary priest who knew this well and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Archbishop."

Fa'a took off Saratas, who was in a strange shape on his waist, and soon the aura of darkness spread out, and a subtle whisper sounded in everyone's heart. At this moment, everyone felt restless, which was far more uncomfortable than when the mind spell was lifted to its peak by the guided array.

"Pu, pu..."

The remnants of the conservative nobles fell into a coma one after another and fell to the ground. The extremely rich shadow energy was immediately returned to Saratas. All this seemed to have never happened before, which made everyone shake their heads and surprise.

"In a few hours, they will wake up." Archbishop Fao said, taking back Saratas.

"Thank you for your help."

Angma thanked him and walked towards the palace.

The coffin of the former King Anastalian is located in the center of the main hall. A tall and delicate female blood elf fell next to the coffin, maintaining her posture before her coffin, reaching her right hand towards the coffin, as if she was very coveting something on the coffin.

Leanda Sun Chaser, a woman who has the bloodline of the Sun Chaser but has no inheritance rights, is ambitious and full of imagination.

On the coffin, a blood elf statue wearing a crown and a peaceful expression was placed on his chest, with his hands overlapping, and a fiery short sword in his hand.

Unlike the stone statue, this is a real short sword, exuding extremely strong magical fluctuations. Unfortunately, you can see that there are many cracks on the blade, as if it is barely maintained under the splicing of magic.

This is the strike of flames.

The pioneer of the Phoenix Dynasty, Dasrema Sun Chaser, asked the weapons cast by the most famous magic craftsmen of the upper elves according to the scene in his dream.

This supreme artifact passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the Sun Chaser witnessed the rise and fall of Quel'thalas. The former kings of Anastarien used it to kill countless Amani trolls and created the legend of the troll slaughter.

In the final battle of the city being destroyed, the blood elf king held a flame strike and met the fallen prince in close combat. The flame strike was thus broken into two parts, and the old and weak king also died under the blade of frost's sadness...

Angma slowly walked up the stairs, came to the coffin to salute respectfully, and then recited a spell, and the protective magic seal of the Fiery Strike was slowly lifted.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword of the Fiery Strike.

Prince Kelthas gave him an order in the letter: "Recast the Explosion of Flame."
Chapter completed!