Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

More than 2,000 years have passed since the end of the War of the Ancients, and Sandara's elves have not received the blessings of the World Tree and the Well of Eternity. For them, 2,000 years have passed about three-fifths of their lives.

However, according to Andrea's understanding of the high elves, even if they lose their eligibility for immortality, the elves will only show their old age near the end of their lives.

And the governor of Sandara in front of him, his appearance seems a little...too anxious compared to the age he lived?

A lot of strange thoughts flashed through his mind, but Andrea didn't show it to the outside world. He politely extended his hand and shook hands with Governor Roddick.

Under Roddick's warm greeting, the group formally entered Sandara City.

Compared with other night elf cities that Andrea had seen, Sandara generally upheld the architectural style inherited from the Night Empire period.

However, in order to adapt to the surrounding cold climate, the city has made some personalized adjustments on the relatively solid urban template.

Many tall trees and plants unique to the frigid zone are planted in the city of Sandara. On the one hand, they are used as a greening spot in the city, and on the other hand, they are also used to keep out the cold wind in the north.

Burning braziers can be seen almost everywhere in the city. Although these lingering smoke makes the air quality of Sandara City look not very good, at least it practically increases the temperature of the whole city.

Seeing the curious eyes on Andrea's face, Roddick said with a bitter smile, "Sorry, if possible, we don't want to use such a primitive method to keep warm."

"After the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the originally inexhaustible magic power has become a luxury, and we can no longer supply enchantment energy to cover the whole city at all times. We can only find another way to ensure that the people in the city can survive in the harsh environment of the polar region. "

On the way to the Governor's Palace, Andrea briefly chatted with the old Prince Roddick for a while.

Roddick Hanyue was born in the upper elves, and was ordered by Queen Azshara to develop Northrend as early as thousands of years ago.

At that time, the ancient Kalimdor continent was still a whole. Although the climate in Northrend was relatively difficult, thanks to the energy supply from the Well of Eternity and sufficient logistical supplies, Roddick's process of establishing Sandara was not too difficult. difficult.

But with the end of the War of the Ancients, the Well of Eternity exploded, Northrend was torn from the mainland, and the entire Great Isle drifted farther to the far north.

Losing the infinite energy of the Well of Eternity, the enchantment covering the whole city began to become unstable, and the effect of constant temperature magic gradually dissipated. Many people were frozen to death by the sharp drop in temperature during that most difficult period.

"I have a question."

After arriving at the living room of the Governor's Palace, Andrea asked inexplicably, "Since life is so difficult, why didn't you send someone to try to contact the compatriots in Kalimdor?"

Roddick sighed. "We tried, but it wasn't that easy."

"After the separation of Northrend and Kalimdor, the original coordinates of the magic net are all invalid. There are only two options to go to the mainland."

"One is to learn how to build a ship from scratch. We have tried it in the 500 years since the world was divided, but it is too difficult for us who have never touched the sea to build a large ship that can withstand the wind and waves at sea."

"The second is to ask for help from the Dragon Clan. We have also tried it, but you also know the arrogant nature of the Dragon Clan. I personally came to ask for help and even failed to meet several Dragon Kings. It is said that the Guardian Dragon Clan was also in the most difficult period at that time."

Andrea nodded suddenly when she heard the words.

The five-color dragons are the guardians who receive the power of the Titans. Because Deathwing suddenly turned against him and created the dragon soul to weaken the strength of the dragon clan, their performance in the battle of the ancients was very bad, even worse than that of mortals. Night Elf.

The Black Dragon King betrayed, the Blue Dragon King went mad, the Bronze Dragon King disappeared, and the Green Dragon Queen had to sit in the Emerald Dreamland for a long time.

During that time, Alexstrasza, who managed Wyrmrest Temple, had to work hard just to deal with many troubles.

How can the Dragon Clan have time to help the insignificant mortals in their eyes.

This situation lasted until the last few hundred years before it improved slightly, but at this time, Sandara also passed the most difficult period, and gradually got used to the life of being alone overseas.

In addition to continuing to work hard to find the energy source, they gradually forgot the Kalimdor compatriots who had been separated for more than 2,000 years. It was not until the news from Harris Stars in the Garden of Sleeping Moon that Roddick, who was struggling to find the energy source, suddenly woke up.

"By the way, let's talk about it."

Andrea took a closer look at Roddick, not looking at his appearance, but perceiving the energy flow around his body.

The arcane aura on Roddick's body was mixed and weak, not at all the aura that a senior arcanist should possess.

"In the absence of energy supply, how can you survive the 2,000-year addiction?"

Roddick smiled bitterly, "It's just barely surviving. We rely on absorbing the magic power of nearby creatures to make a living. For this reason, we have repeatedly angered the Drakkari trolls who have hatred for each other."

'I see. '

Thinking of the struggle of the high elves after losing the Sunwell in the future, Andrea probably knew how the high elves of Sandara survived.

However, absorbing the magic power of other creatures can only be regarded as drinking poison to quench thirst. In the absence of magic power, even Roddick, the governor, is so weak, let alone other lower-status high elves.

In order to alleviate the magic addiction, he sneaked into Zul'Drak to capture the trolls to absorb energy, which angered the frost trolls and attracted their massive attacks.

Lacking magic power and unable to fight back, they could barely open the defensive barrier left by Queen Azshara to force the troll back.

It takes a lot of mana to open the defensive enchantment. After the troll retreated, Sandara began to worry about the lack of mana again, and entered an almost endless vicious circle from then on.

The Garden of Sleeping Moon that was accidentally discovered pointed out a way for Roddick. Maybe it is a feasible way out to settle directly near the magic net node.

But without the permission given by the blue dragon, it is obviously not enough to absorb the overflowing magic power near the magic net node.

If Andrea didn't show up at this point in time, Roddick was planning to bite the bullet and go to Coldarra to negotiate directly with the blue dragon.

"Frost troll..."

Excluding the irresistible bosses such as Dragon Clan and Titan Creation, Northrend's mortal forces are also mixed.

The eastern part of Moonsong Forest is Zul'Drak, the home of the Drakkari Empire. The frost trolls located in the North Pole are no less powerful than the Amani and Gurubashi Empires. Today's Sandalar is simply unable to confront it head-on.

The trolls of Zul'Drak are just one of three major factions in Northrend that have been in conflict with the generations of furbolgs that occupy the Grizzly Hills to the south.

The Drakalai trolls built a majestic frontline fortress on the border with the Grizzly Bear Hills - Dak'Saron Fortress. For thousands of years, furbolgs and trolls have fought countless battles around this fortress. .

In addition to furbolgs and trolls, another large mortal force is the dragon-reaver vrykul of the Howling Fjord.

However, according to Roddick, most of the Vrykul in Howling Fjord are still in a state of sleep, and only a small number are more active.

Considering the total number and strong combat power of the Dragon Ravager Vrykul, the furbolgs adjacent to Howling Fjord are not willing to provoke them easily.

"I probably understand your plight."

Andrea smiled and said to Roddick with a sad face, "Although we have been separated from each other for more than 2,000 years, we are compatriots in the same line after all. I will find a way to solve Sandara's problem."

"I hope you can take this opportunity to join the newly established Dark Night Republic. I already have a series of plans in mind for the future development of Sandara City."

Seeing Roddick's expectant and hesitant expression, Andrea persuaded in a seductive tone, "As long as you are willing to return to the Dark Night Republic, within a thousand years at the latest, the city of Sandara will definitely become the city that illuminates the entire Northrend continent." A shining lighthouse."