Angmar stood on the high platform at the northern end of the Sunwell Plateau, with Flamestrike hanging from his waist. Next to him was the magister Carlyle, who was still injured.

He came here to check Anweina's condition one last time before leaving, and to visit the old mage Carlyle who was seriously injured.

At this time, it had been three days since the disaster in Silver Moon City.

After sending scouts to find out the situation in the Ghost Land, everyone couldn't help but sweat. Countless undead resurrectors poured into Quel'Thalas from the Eastern Plaguelands.

If the reinforcements of the Silver Hand and the Frostwolf Clan hadn't assisted the blood elves in repelling the demons that day, the Arendal River defense line, which was already in a bitter battle, would have collapsed thousands of miles after being attacked from two sides due to the fire in the backyard.

Without the last barrier, the natural disaster army coming from the south will cause the tragedy of three months ago to happen again, just like Arthas did, making every inch of Quel'Thalas red with the blood of the blood elves.

"How is your injury, Master Carlyle?" Angmar looked at Carlyle and asked.

Carlyle did not wear a cassock, but wore a loose garment, with a thick cold-proof cloak on his shoulders. His right arm, which was firmly fixed by splints and bandages, hung in front of his chest, and his left hand was leaning on a cane.

"It's nothing serious. I should rest for a few months... and I should be able to recover. It's just that during this period, I won't be able to preside over the work of the Sunwell Temple." Carlyle was slightly short of breath when he spoke. Obviously, such an injury is very harmful to the elderly.

It was very difficult for him to bear.

When the Dread Lord hidden in Norton's body rises up to hurt people and plots evil against the Holy Tree, Carlyle in the temple is the first to bear the brunt. This respected old man is just a scholar-type mage who is not good at fighting, and he only has the strength of a mid-level epic, almost just a

When they met, he was defeated by the Dread Lord without any suspense, and an arm and several ribs were broken as a result.

Fortunately, Anweina arrived in time, otherwise it would be a question whether he could save his life.

Angmar sighed. If he had been there, the progress of the construction of the Sunwell Temple, energy channeling, and spell arrangement would have been greatly accelerated, because no one is better at communicating with the Holy Tree and Anveena than him.

But since Prince Kael'thas appointed him as the Third Magister, responsible for the work related to the Sunwell, he has almost never done his own job. It was the dedicated Carlyle who took over such a large task, and now few

Without the leadership of this experienced magister, the twenty or so mages in the temple really don't know how to continue their work. They are more than capable of maintaining the status quo, but not enough to be enterprising.

Angmar turned his head and looked behind him, thinking: Fortunately, in a short period of time, the Sunwell Temple will no longer be as exhausting as before.

The vast Sunwell Highlands complex, from the functional buildings that have been restored in the inner ring to the ruins in the outer ring that have not yet been rebuilt, is now shrouded in a faint golden glow.

The closer to the Sunwell Temple in the center, the more dazzling the light is, and the richer the magical energy contained in it. The one kilometer range around the temple even reaches a level that even high-level mages who have just entered the epic level cannot

Stay in it for too long, otherwise the mana in the body will fall into imbalance under the influence of external magic.

All of this was caused by Anweina absorbing the drop of water from the Well of Eternity.

Early this morning, Angmar personally led people to do precise calculations. Using the magic readings from the temple and the energy fluctuations from the essence of the holy tree in his body, he concluded that Anweina's total magic power had increased by more than half, and the holy tree had increased by more than half.

More than doubled.

This is extremely shocking data, and together it is enough to rival one-twentieth of the Sunwell's heyday.

Just a drop of well water, and three days, caused the Sunwell to undergo such a transformation. Many magisters predict that Anweina's transformation will continue for at least one to two months. By that time, the Sunwell will be transformed again.

How impressive will the recovery be?

Angmar was thinking that if he successfully obtained a bottle of well water from Illidan, wouldn't the Sunwell be completely restored, even far beyond its original level?

If I remember correctly, Illidan originally filled seven bottles of well water, three of which were used to create a miniature version of the Well of Eternity on Mount Hyjal. The remaining four bottles were used to guard him after he was imprisoned.

The watchman supervises on your behalf.

Later, one bottle was stolen by Dath'Remar, who led some of the upper elves to the east and created the Sunwell. There are still three bottles in the Watcher's hands.

Later, after being released by Tyrande, Illidan retrieved the three vials from the dead guards - this was Angmar's short-term goal.

At least, get one of these bottles.

"Ahem..."

A cough came from beside him. Angmar turned around and saw Carlyle taking out a handkerchief and covering his mouth and nose. His old body was shaking violently with the cough. After the cough subsided, the old man asked worriedly: "South...

…how is it now?"

"Generally speaking, the situation is quite optimistic..."

Angmar gave an overview of what happened in the past three days.

The number of undead in the Land of Ghosts is very terrifying. Although most of them are resurrected without effective organization and have not shown any offensive intentions, it seems that after Silvermoon City was blocked, the devil gave up its original attack plan and instead waited.

The timing is right, but the blood elves also have to guard against it.

Lor'themar and other military leaders made a painful decision - to give up part of the land in Yongsong Forest, and all the troops retreated to the Arendal River defense line for safety, and were always alert to the attack of the undead, and were always ready to attack Silver Moon.

Preparations for evacuation of the city.

Because the Allendale River is neither deep nor very wide, and the widest part is only about ten meters, it is difficult to hinder the undead much.

What the blood elves are good at is defeating the enemy with superior individual combat power on local battlefields where the forces are evenly matched, rather than fighting defensive battles against enemies ten times their size on simply repaired defense lines.

For this reason, all the newly rebuilt villages and settlements in Yongge Forest, including Qingfeng Village, received orders to prepare for evacuation. The people had to pack their luggage. Once the undead from the south attacked, they would immediately flee into Silver.

Take refuge in Moon City.

In contrast, mobilizing all the rangers and blood knights to join the coalition and attack the main force of the natural disaster entrenched in Dalaran is a risky move. But it has to be done, because this is not only to attack the natural disaster in the east

The center of the continent is also a necessary step to rescue the prince.

For the civilians, after the destruction of Quel'Thalas, they finally saw a glimmer of hope. However, Dalaran in the south suffered a complete defeat, and the prince also disappeared. The official has always characterized this incident as a "disappearance"

", but people are not stupid and understand that there is actually no difference between disappearance and death.

In the past half month, everyone has been in panic. How can Quel'Thalas resist the demons and undead that destroyed the strongest alliance in the north? Not to mention what happened in Silvermoon City three days ago.

The tragedy has simply raised the panic of the people to the extreme.

Fortunately, after the news that the prince was safe and sound was announced, a glimmer of hope was finally rekindled in people's hearts. Kael'thas, who once led the people to push back the darkness, and Angmar, who found the incarnation of the Sunwell, these two names always seem to be the same.

It has extraordinary magical power.

In addition, it is a denunciation of the conservative nobles. More than one person demanded that the superiors who deceived everyone, "brought" demons into Silver Moon City, and caused the massacre in Xicheng District be punished.

The reputation of the conservative nobles has dropped to a new low in history, and all other nobles have been opposed by the people. Perhaps the prince does not need to worry at all. It has become inevitable for these people to step down from the stage of power in Quel'Thalas.

During this period, the magisters had no time to spare. As one of the few people who could enter the Sunwell Temple at this time, Angmar rewritten the parameters of the temple's energy-guiding array, absorbing Anweina's water droplets.

Most of the energy that was spilled was directed to the Tower of Sunfury in Silvermoon City and the Tower of the Sun on Sunchaser Island, to strengthen the magic defense systems of the two places.

In view of Norton being possessed by the devil, the vigilant magisters led a large-scale search operation and found that many high-ranking military officials had suffered the same fate. The devil had already planned and controlled many key figures. Fortunately,

If they are discovered in time, otherwise these hidden demons may trigger the second or third turmoil in Silver Moon City.

During this period, the blood elves had been communicating with the Silver Hand through magic, and they had a general understanding of the war situation in the north. Except for the Silver Hand and the Frostwolf clan who rushed to Quel'Thalas, the war situation in the Hinterlands and Gilneas was not very optimistic.

Especially Gilneas.

The undead seemed to regard this self-proclaimed country next to the Silver Pine Forest as the primary threat and dispatched a large number of troops to attack. Indeed, with Angmar's counter-efforts, almost all the resistance in the north was wiped out.

The last obstacle before the natural disaster, apart from the blood elves, is Gilneas.

After Angmar found out, he could only tut and shake his head.

The early "old wolf" King Greymane was indeed working hard for the interests of his people, but when viewed on a macro scale in Azeroth, he seemed somewhat selfish.

More than ten years ago, when the menacing orc tribe swept across the Kingdom of Stormwind and headed north, and the other six countries sincerely formed an alliance to fight the invading enemies, Gilneas also participated. However, after the war, the countries were consumed by the war.

Too much, struggling to bear the high operating costs of the orc shelter, and even falling into financial crisis as a result, Gilneas resolutely drew a clear line with its former allies and lost nothing.

A year ago, when Arthas destroyed the entire north, Gilneas built the Greymane Wall, choosing not to save the people outside the wall.

Now, almost all allies are dead. The Scourge has reached Gilneas' doorstep, but no one can stand up to help them.

What a great sadness.

When King Genn Greymane, who had not yet completed the most important change in his life - both physical and psychological - found that in the end, he was actually rejected by the "wall" and completely despaired of the kingdom.

The people of the northern land, led by the great lord Darius, came to support them regardless of sacrifice. Angmar really didn't know how he would feel.

After listening, Carlyle thought for a while.

In front of the two of them, the houses under construction extended outwards along the ruins on the edge of the highland. They were lined up in rows and scattered in an orderly manner. Civilians walked through them carrying planks and stones, and the sound of hammers, axes and chisels could be heard in the distance, one after another. Under the light of the morning sun,

This once inaccessible island seemed lively and bustling with people. It seemed that even the gloom of the past few days had been completely dispelled by the increasingly shining brilliance of the Sunwell.

Further out on the sea, ships with full sails carried civilians eager to escape danger and bathe in the energy of the Sunwell up close to this safe overseas island.

Before the prince disappeared, he originally planned to build this place into a second large-scale settlement besides Silvermoon City. Affected by the disaster in Silvermoon City three days ago, he recently moved away from his hometown and came to settle on this island.

There are more people.

"Then when are you going to go south?" Carlyle asked.

Angmar replied: "Tonight, the portal is ready, and the troops are now making the final assembly. The Silver Hand has been asking us for help. After entering the Hinterlands, they were intercepted by demons, and the battle situation was not optimistic.

After resolving the crisis in the Hinterlands, we will join forces with humans, Wildhammer dwarves, and orcs to attack the undead scourge of Dalaran."

Attacking Dalaran requires everyone's strength. The blood elves cannot stand alone against the lich Kel'Thuzad who remains in the eastern continent, nor can they deal with the tens of thousands of elite natural disasters.

"Then..." Carlyle took two steps towards Angmar, his expression became serious, "I wish you all the best, three seats in Angmar."

At this moment, rapid footsteps came from behind the two of them, followed closely by a young voice.

"Greetings to you, respected Lord Carlyle... Third seat, do you see what we have brought? This is a masterpiece in the history of arcane magic in Quel'Thalas, a robe with the most powerful enhancement spell. This is...

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