Azeroth’s Death Track

The city of Suramar was once known as the Pearl of Azshara. Whether it is architectural style or cultural landscape, this city can be called the master of the civilization of the elven empire. This city shrouded in a purple magic shield The light is not strong, and the sunlight distorted by the shield scatters the city, making it look like it has been shrouded in night, and the magic lights everywhere in the city add a unique beauty to the city.

It's like a quiet city embraced by starlight.

It can be said that Suramar City is definitely the most beautiful city in Azeroth if it is only divided from the appearance of the city.

In the past ten thousand years, this city has been ruled by Ms. Elisande, the great magister of Queen Azshara. In fact, for more than a thousand years before the War of the Ancients, Ms. Elisande Already the administrator of Suramar.

The great magister did not clearly join the rebels or Queen Azshara in the Battle of the Ancients. Her attitude was ambiguous, more like staying out of the matter, waiting for the final change of things, and realizing that the eternity On the eve of the Well of Night's explosion, the Grand Magister summoned all the excellent magic users in the city to create a prototype of the Nightwell with the Eye of Aman'Thul, and absorbed the magic power of time from it, covering the entire city. up.

This wise and wise decision saved the entire city in the big bang. It can be said that Ms. Elisande saved hundreds of thousands of elves in Suramar with her decision.

It's a pity that time will always change many things. The former savior has also become a dictatorial tyrant under the passage of time. Because the magic shield has risen for a full 10,000 years, this has caused the city to be unable to produce There are enough resources for the people to use. In desperation, these elves who call themselves the Children of the Night have developed a very powerful technology...

They began to eat mana directly, or drink mana.

The elves of Suramar used magic power as the most important material to brew a thing called magic wine. Drinking one sip can guarantee the nutrition needed by the night children for a day. The consequences of drinking magic wine for thousands of years are these nights. The magic addiction in the elves of the sons even exceeds that of the high elves in Quel'Thalas. If they don't drink magic wine for a day, they will become weak, and if they don't drink for a few days, they will change into the posture of the withered.

It's a kind of walking dead like the heartless of Quel'Thalas...

The Nightborne don't eat anything else, they evolve in time into a unique being that lives off pure magic...or monsters.

And the great magister Elisande is in charge of the Nightwell, which continuously produces magic power. She relies on this method to rule the city, but the origin of that well is the Eye of Aman'Thul, one of the pillars of creation. The ability to manipulate time, after infiltrating this power for 10,000 years, the power of the great magister has also changed in essence.

She is not a prophet...but she can use the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul to enter the future and watch the future from the sidelines.

Therefore, after the demons of the Burning Legion appeared in the city of Suramar, the Grand Magister offered the entire city with both hands... Among the countless ruined futures she saw, only this one It can guarantee the survival of Suramar.

In other words, the great magister Elisande, who has the power to make demons feel fear, is actually a person who believes in fate and follows it.

Now, when Kassanatier and other dreadlord lords hosted a banquet for the messenger Eredar twins who came from afar, the great magister himself sat on a round table very close to the banquet. Wearing a magic robe in the style of the elf empire and wearing a blue crown, the noble leader of the Nightborne was holding a book of magic wine in an elegant posture. She looked at the Eredar twins who were confronting the dreadlord with great interest.

In the palace of Queen Azshara, Elisande has seen countless political turmoil, and she was appointed by the queen to manage the entire Suramar, which also shows Elisande's political ability. From the eyes of the twins and Casanatir's arrogant and exposed posture, one can feel the contradiction between the two.

interesting...

The great magister put the exquisite crystal cup to her mouth, and tasted the slightly sour light blue liquid. She felt a little magic power contained in the magic wine, and she said to the confidants around her:

The demons think they are full of confidence, but in fact, the struggle within this complex group is no less than that of us who are regarded as low-level creatures by them. The Dark Titan, but lo and behold, they wouldn't even let the power of another of the Dark Titan's minions into the world.

Sitting next to the great magister is a male Nightborn, who looks like a powerful spellcaster. His expression is indifferent, and he doesn't care about everything that happens in the outside world. He seems to be immersed in his own world all the time. When he raised his head, the light in his eyes was like the stars shining in the sky.

This is the great astrologer of Suramar. Even in the time of Queen Azshara, this astrologer was the number one person in the field of astrology in the Elf Empire.

His name is Etraeus, a man who can see the prosperity of all things from the evolution of the stars.

The great magister's emotion did not disturb Etraeus's interest in tasting the wine. After he took a sip of the magic wine, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then whispered to Elisande beside him:

Last night...the astrology changed.

Um?

The Grand Magister's cheeks, which were somewhat similar to those of the night elves, but with a darker complexion, changed a bit. She looked at the Grand Astromancer, and she asked:

What did you decipher from it?

That's a very obscure astrology, I've never seen it before.

The astromancer shook his head, closed his eyes, and said like a dream:

Among the stars, it seems to indicate a completely different future to me. I used to think that the stars filled with evil energy were the end of this universe, but the astrology last night subverted my cognition... Maybe, maybe the rule of the devil is not the only future, maybe we entrust everything to the devil, which seems a little...too reckless.

The astrologist's words made the great magister silent for a moment. She put down the magic wine in her hand, stroked her soft hair with her hand, and said softly:

The Eye of Aman'Thul allowed me to see the future, however, the future has become chaotic, Etraeus, maybe, what you said is right, we can't put everything on the devil... let alone , In the past two years, the actions of these Nathrezim are also somewhat incomprehensible.

Elisande frowned, she looked at Casanatir not far away, she said to herself:

Without losses and casualties, we only need 2 months to completely remove the Eye of Aman'Thul from the Nightwell, but it's been 2 years now...we've been delaying this operation , delaying from covert to aboveboard, but the problem is, those demons don't care, even, even I can feel that they are allowing us to delay this important action to them.

But why is that? Could it be that behind this incident, is there any filth that we haven't seen?

The great magister frowned at this moment, and she suddenly had a feeling that the future that had no secrets for her also became confusing at this moment... It was like a world with no exit in sight. The maze, these chess pieces in the maze, can only be moved bit by bit under the impetus of a certain will, and they cannot control themselves at all.

This is... so sad!

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How pathetic!

The first lord of the Dread Demon King, Casanatir, stretched out his hand, and a high-level succubus lady with a wink immediately poured a glass of fel energy wine for the lord, which made Casanatir very satisfied. He squinted his eyes, Looking at the angry but helpless eredar twins in front of them, the two high-ranking demons trusted by Kil'jaeden are powerful, but after losing the upper hand, as long as they still have reason, they will not fight against Sura. Ma Chengli and Cassana Tier confront each other head-on.

Kil'jaeden sent you to 'assist' me?

Casanatiel snorted coldly:

What? Does it not trust me? Does it doubt our loyalty to the Dark Titan? We don't need your help...Two big-breasted and brainless girls, look at what you did in Mardon, Frankly speaking, I don't think you two are suitable to operate in Azeroth.

The first leader of the Dread Demon King opened his hands, and with the attitude of a person who has experienced it and an elder, he taught the experience of life to Queen Saloras and the high-ranking warlock Oresis in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

Azeroth is a weird world, a world of danger and opportunity, maybe you can boast in front of me, say how many worlds you have destroyed in any damn star sector, how many scumbags have been killed , but I want to tell you that your so-called qualifications are worthless in this world!

You want to stay and 'help' me?

Casanatiel drank the fel energy wine in the glass in his hand, and said disdainfully:

To be honest, I don't need two girls who just cause trouble, but you see, I don't want to make my good relationship with Kil'jaeden worse, so I can barely give you a chance! A chance to prove myself...

That's enough!

Under the watchful eyes of the mortal natives of Azeroth, the proud Eredar twins stood at the banquet, being ridiculed wave after wave by Kassanatier, as if they were stripped naked and hung on the city wall As shown above, the extreme humiliation made the two high-ranking demons unbearable, and when Kassanatyr said that he could give them a chance to prove themselves, the inner anger of the Eredar twins disappeared. Can't take it anymore.

Who does this stupid, pompous dreadlord think he is?

Manipulating flames, the more bad-tempered high-ranking warlock Oresis interrupted Kassanatier's chatter. This high-ranking demon with flame-like skin folded her arms, and she looked at him with disdain. Kassanatier, who was pretending in front of her, wanted to say some bitter ridicule, but after all, the twins are not really big-chested and brainless, and the current city of Suramar is clearly the lair of this group of Nathrezim , so no matter what they want to do, they must leave here first...

You must first find a way to stabilize this group of lawless fear demon kings, and then communicate with your mentor. The real situation in Azeroth is far from what is described in the battle report. But Gemini believes that their mentor will not just sit and wait.

Enough! What's the use of saying so much nonsense?

Aureses crossed her arms, and this action made her plump breasts even more amazing. She looked at the Dreadlord in front of her, and she said loudly:

Say it! What do you want us to do?

Beside her, Queen Saloras, the shadow lady who shared her heart, also made the same move. She looked at the surrounding scene indifferently, and said:

Everyone is serving the Dark Titan, and the purpose of the Burning Legion has always been clear, but if a guy like you wants to see the strength of me and my sister, then we can also spare time to play with you... Although in my opinion, it makes no sense!

The rebuttal of the Eredar twins made Casanatiel's expression even more gloomy. His fingers were dancing on his cranial cane, and a vague murderous intent flowed in his eyes, but in the end, he restrained the killing in his heart. Desire, he said solemnly:

We have already collected four of the five Pillars of Creation in Azeroth, and the last one is as easy as we can find, but the fraudsters sent you here not just to watch us finish Since you also want to participate in the mission of the Dark Titan, the generous Nathrezim Council of Fear is happy to entrust you with the task of collecting the last Pillar of Creation!

Go to Stormheim, that incompetent bastard of Mephistroth is in charge of recovering the Aegis of Aggramar there, that incompetent waste has wasted 2 years, but can't produce any results, and dare not even come back to see me , it is truly a disgrace to the Nathrezim!

Casanatiel flicked his fingers, as if flicking away a piece of meaningless dust:

I hope, you two chicks, can bring us good news...Okay, go do what you should do, don't bother us if you have nothing to do, the work in Suramar City is very busy and very important, Kil'jaeden can't understand this importance, just like you two naive girls, he actually knows nothing about the cruel truth of this weird world!

But that's okay...he's going to find out about it someday.

There was an undisguised sarcasm on the gloomy face of the Dread Demon King:

The fraudster has high hopes for the two of you, don't let him... be disappointed!