Rise of the blood elves

"Wake up."

In his sleep, Angmar felt someone pushing him. When he woke up in a daze, he found Xalatas standing beside the camp bed looking at him, holding a water glass filled with black liquid in his hand.

"What's wrong?" he asked sleepily, but as soon as he sat up, he felt like a million kodos were rushing past in his head. A severe headache came over him, and he lay back down with a bang, his expression twisted and unbearable. He held his head and cried out in pain, "Ah"

At the end of the battle, in order to trap Archimonde, he exhausted all his mental power to help Xal'atath successfully cast the shadow spell, and the shadow power from the Heart of Y'Shaarj was also consumed.

The price of doing this was of course unprecedented lack. It could be said that he had never experienced this feeling in his life, as if his soul had been drained.Moreover, due to the lack of checks and balances, the power of order became ready to move again, trying to completely defeat the shadow that was diametrically opposed to itself and seize the dominance of this body.

Xal'atath's blue eyes flashed with worry, he helped Angmar sit up again, and then handed him the water glass.

There was some kind of viscous black substance in the water glass, which emitted rich shadow fluctuations. It looked like substantial shadow energy, but it had a very familiar aura.

Angmar couldn't help but frown and asked, "What is this?"

"It's not poison," Xal'atath rolled his eyes at him and nuzzled his lips towards the corner of the tent, "I had people move it over after you fell asleep. Fortunately, those mages always carry two sets in their carry-on space bags. This kind of thing. There is no way, you are a bit overdrawn, so I can only choose this inefficient way to help you replenish your shadow energy. Drink it, it should make you feel better."

Over there is a set of alchemical equipment.The glass containers connected by magic pipes are filled with medicinal herbs. Most of them are common types with names that can be named. However, under the influence of shadow energy, these herbs are gradually withering, and the juice drips along the pipes. Go to the body of Xal'atath, which is bound by the magic position below, that is, the Blade of the Dark Empire.

The green branches and leaves flowed across the surface of the Dark Empire Blade, mixed with the liquid secreted from it, and flowed into the groove at the bottom.

Looking at the alchemy equipment, Angmar blinked. No wonder the black liquid in the cup felt familiar to him.

Isn't this Xal'atath's bathwater?

He was amused by the idea and couldn't help but look at Xal'atath.

"Why, you are still worried that I will harm you?" Xal'atas looked at him for two seconds and said angrily.

"No." Angmar chuckled and drank the wine in one gulp.For a former ancient god, I'm afraid there really is no concept of bath water.

This black liquid was obviously a potion corrupted by the shadow, but the entrance was extremely smooth, and it went down the throat and into the stomach. Immediately afterwards, a soft and warm energy spread out, moving along his limbs and bones.

Angmar felt as if he had had a full meal. The feeling of deprivation quickly went away, and the two original powers in his body became balanced again.He couldn't help but let out a long groan of comfort, handed the cup back to Xal'atas, and lay down again.

"I feel so good that I don't have enough cup left. I'll drink it all later." Xalatas stood up and put away the cups.

"Okay. How long have I slept?"

"Three hours. That's why I woke you up. The six teleportation network nodes have been repaired and they are preparing to move to the Edori Pass."

Angmar turned his head and looked out the door.

Through the door curtain that swayed gently in the breeze, one could vaguely see the shadows outside. Groups of exhausted night elf soldiers passed by the tent, but no noisy and chaotic sounds came in.

It seems that in order to allow himself to sleep without being disturbed, Xal'atas also specially cast a soundproofing spell on the tent.

But as he watched, the scene in front of Angmar suddenly changed. A dense shadow mist rose in his field of vision. In the mist, the figures outside the tent also turned into crawling on the ground, staggering forward with tentacles. of terrifying shadow creatures.

In the distance, huge tentacles stand like spiers between heaven and earth, winged insect-men soar in the sky, and countless Krasis faceless men wander on the earth.

Angmar squeezed his eyes, and the hallucination quickly disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

"I saw an illusion?" Xal'atath asked with his back turned.

"Yeah." Angmar nodded, trying to get rid of the discomfort in his heart.

"This is the sequelae of using the source of the void. Try to adapt and overcome it. Sooner or later, you will face the Lord of the Void. If you cannot properly use the source of the void, you will not be able to prevent the arrival of the end." Sarata Si said while pounding the herbs.

Hearing the words "The Ending Moment" come out of Xal'atath's mouth, Angmar couldn't help but be startled, and then smiled bitterly, "I never told you about the Ending Moment. I also have related memories. It has been intentionally blocked. You are not Xal'atath in this timeline. You are from the future, right?"

After getting along for so long, Angmar had already seen the clues.Until today, he was finally certain that the Xal'atath in front of him must come from the future revealed to him by Mag'an in the future.

Xal'atath, who was carrying his back, shrugged his shoulders upon hearing this, looking noncommittal.

"He always said, be more patient with me when I was young. I didn't understand anything at that time," Xal'atas smiled lightly, "But it seems you are not stupid."

"But" Angmar was confused, "My future self has shaken the foundation of the existence of the timeline where I am. You have obviously disappeared with him along the timeline, how did you come back? In other words, apart from you, there are currently no In this timeline, there is another Xal'atath."

"Of course not. I didn't come back from the future. I am the same in all my timelines. You will understand this when you reach the point of transcending the six original powers." Xal'atas said.

Angmar seemed to understand, and sat up from the bed, "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? Why bother to disguise yourself with so many lies?"

"I don't know either. Maybe I want to see if you are him." Xal'atath filtered out the crushed medicinal residue, poured the juice into the alchemy equipment, and looked back at Angmar. Eyes said.

"You cut off the timeline and then disappeared. I am still me, but you are no longer you. Our past stories are destined to never be repeated. You don't understand why I follow you willingly, because for you "I am completely unfamiliar with it. This feeling" she laughed at herself, her eyes darkened, "it's always uncomfortable."

Angmar felt inexplicably sad for Xal'atath, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Remember to drink it all." Xal'atas filled a cup with the newly extracted black liquid and walked out of the tent.

Looking at the black liquid in the cup, Angmar was silent for a long time. Finally, he took the cup and drank it down.