Rise of the blood elves

Xal'atath's words left Angmar puzzled.

I am who I am, the same in all timelines.When you reach the point of transcending the six original powers, you will understand this.

The universe is a concrete world formed by the interweaving of six original forces, and there are living beings that can transcend the basic framework of this world.

According to Xal'atath, she is one of them.Could it be said that by doing this, all the peers in the timeline can awaken together and become a whole? So she clearly exists in this timeline, but she knows the secrets about the end of the world.

in this case

The future self, or in other words, the "fallen" Mag'an in the dissipated timeline, has definitely reached the same height.But why was he not affected by this phenomenon? Is it because the other party separated his timeline?

Angmar was very confused. The more he thought about it, the less he understood. He simply got dressed and walked out of the tent, ready to ask what happened.

The night is already dark, and Ms. Bai is hanging high in the night sky. The air is slightly cool, giving people a refreshing feeling.

The camp where Angmar is located is located on the top of a hill and has long been evacuated.Standing on a high place and looking down, the bright moonlight illuminated the earth. The moving army of night elves, holding torches and magic lamps, headed eastward like a long dragon along the winding hilly road.

Xal'atath hugged his shoulders, lying half on a large tent sunken into the tent, staring at the night sky.

"Ahem, I guess"

"Ask." Before Angmar could finish speaking, Xal'atath answered, as if he knew what he was thinking.

Angmar frowned and asked, "It's about the end of the world. That terrifying creature standing in the universe and summoning thousands of light and dark sensitive parasitic communities is really the corrupted star soul of Azeroth."

"That's right," Xal'atath nodded, "Azeroth was completely corrupted by the light and dark sensitive parasitic community and became a dark titan."

Although there had been speculations, Angmar was still frightened when he heard the truth.

The Pantheon's evaluation of the Titan star souls bred within the planet Azeroth is that they are far more powerful than ordinary Titans. Once corrupted, they will surely become the most powerful weapon for the Void forces to cause endless destruction. No existence can Contend with it.

but how did this happen

My future self and Xal'atath are both so powerful, couldn't they protect Azeroth?

Moreover, which N'Zoth has been hidden in the deep sea is combined with the star soul of Azeroth?

Or is it that the void forces have sent a new light and dark sensitive parasitic community to this planet?

There were too many questions, and Angmar felt extremely confused.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but you understand, I can't say anything," Xal'atas said softly, "I have gone through so much with him and made so many efforts, but we have not been able to stop the final moment. The arrival of. You are the only peer in countless timelines who is expected to break the situation. You can only rely on yourself to find the ultimate answers to these questions."

Angmar nodded solemnly and asked no more questions.Xalatas said no more, just stared at the full moon in trance.

"You know?" After a long time, she suddenly turned her head to look at Angmar, with a strange look in her eyes, which made Angmar feel even more uncomfortable. "When I look at you, I always feel that he is back. . But after looking at it for a long time, I found that although you are Angmar, you are not the Angmar I know."

Angmar didn't know how to answer.

Finally he took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, and I'll do whatever I can to make you feel better."

"Are you pretending to be like him?" Xal'atath glanced at his mouth and said harshly, "Come on. You are not him, you just happen to have his body."

Angmar opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

The two were silent. After a while, Xal'atath sighed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay. I understand your feelings for him."

"No, you don't understand." There’s too much pressure, so let’s just let nature take its course. He won’t be able to come back anyway, right?”

"Can you tell me about him? You know, just treat it as small talk and hide the parts that may have an impact on history."

Angmar pulled up a low stool outside the tent, brushed off the dust on it, which was all the fly ash from the battlefield, and sat next to Xal'atath.

"He" Xal'atath narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was caught up in beautiful memories.

After a long time, she smiled, but with a bit of bitterness, "Do you know why in the final moment, I am a human woman with black hair and yellow skin?"

"Why?" Angmar asked with interest.

"Because you miss your hometown."

Angmar blinked and related the so-called hometown of skin color and hair color. Could it be referring to the hometown before time travel?

"Don't be surprised, there are no secrets between you and me. I know where you come from, a world that created Azeroth, created Infinity, and created this universe. Instead, you traveled from that real world A traveler to this illusory world." Xal'atath looked at him with a smile.

Angmar was stunned. It seemed that the relationship between his future self and Xalatath was really deep to a certain extent. Otherwise, how could he tell her the fact that he was a time traveler?

Xalatas continued, "In your world, the magnificent universe we live in is actually just a certain movie that has been recorded in history, but due to the departure of all the founders, new ones related to The person in charge was unqualified, so he had to continue the work of the old man, stirring up trouble, creating opposition, creating enthusiasm, and squeezing out the last trace of residual value. In the end, it was not safe in his twilight years, and it was an epic masterpiece that made countless people sigh with regret. When you said this at that time, you were really filled with righteous indignation. You also said that those bullshit guys ruined the world they loved. What if they hadn't made the plots of 60, 70 and 80 so messy? , I will never encounter so many problems in this concrete world."

Saratas paused for a moment and sighed, "How unbelievable that everything we have experienced is just a story written by a bunch of ordinary people."

The words Xalatath relayed brought back Angmar's memories of his previous life, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

This is indeed what happened. At the end of Pandaria, Garrosh Hellscream went to Draenor in another timeline with the help of the bronze dragon Kairoz. The key is that the end of the story is actually from another timeline. Gul'dan ran to the main timeline and kicked off Legion.Although this little thing is harmless, the problem is that the Burning Legion, highlighted by the heroic sacrifices of countless heroes, clearly gives people the feeling that this is an unprecedented disaster for Azeroth, but in the second half of the story, it is easily eliminated. After breaking through the old nest, it was fierce when it came, but it was as light as a feather when it fell.Why is this Burning Legion nothing like the extremely powerful Burning Legion that was created with countless efforts in the past?

Later, the Burning Legion was dead, and Angmar in the previous life thought that the story would lead to a fight against the forces of the void.Taking the killing of N'zoth lurking in the deep sea as a guide, and then leading to the great enemy of the universe, the Lord of the Void, the world of Azeroth and the creatures on it will lead all sentient beings to fight against the wave of the void with a unique role in the universe, and achieve perfection. The earth brings an end to all the stories of this world.

The results of it

As a result, Azeroth, which was obviously severely damaged in Legion, immediately turned to faction conflicts, but the population was like leeks, after one crop was harvested, there was still another crop.In this world, all the forces that have great say, can mediate wars, and influence the situation, ranging from the five-color dragon clan who still protect the world despite losing their protective power, to neutral forces such as the Ring of the Earth, are all here. Shi lost his voice, sitting back and watching the two camps fight to the death.

It's a simple and crude way of cutting it all off. The chiefs are passing it on. I am the chief and you have to listen to me. There is no logic or internal reasons.I am a human, and you night elves who have lived for more than 1 years and have accumulated precious wisdom have to look up to Angmar in the previous life. It is not about taking sides, nor is it about a certain race or a certain person. The characters responded with a negative attitude, but these so-called "bullshit guys" are completely unable to carry on the magnificent chapter of their predecessors. The plot has loopholes everywhere. It is completely a play on popular characters, and then let other well-known characters become demented and cause disgust. It's really ugly to turn up the heat in order to squeeze out the remaining value.As the saying goes, if you get things done, the money will come.But these "bullshit guys" are completely putting the cart before the horse and mistaking the masterpieces of their predecessors for nothing.

For today's Angmar, these endless things seem to have nothing to do with him, but in fact they are truly affecting the world.For example, how should he examine the strength of the Burning Legion? Is it the strongest force in the universe that once destroyed thousands of worlds with a snap of a finger, or is it a pitiable Legion that was "easily" destroyed?

This is the problem.

Sometimes he even gets very panicked because he has no idea what will become of the world he lives in that can present itself with reasonable details.Is it that unparalleled epic work, or is it the world that those "bullshit guys" are continuing to follow?

"He is right," Angmar sighed, "Now why did you choose the image of a high elf?"

Xal'atath changed into a comfortable position and replied, "Because you once said that when you were young, you still preferred the exquisite figure of the high elves and the healthy and wild beauty of the night elves."

"Well, it does seem to be a little bit. You are quite beautiful now, really. To be fair, you are the most perfect female image in my mind." Angma deliberately adjusted the atmosphere, so he looked very serious. said.

"Hahaha" Xalatas burst into laughter after hearing this, shrugging his shoulders and showing off his flowers, "What kind of sweet talk are you talking about? No, you will be much more disgusting in the future than you are now."

Angmar imagined what it would be like to have no limits, and suddenly became embarrassed.

"and"

"and what"

Xal'atath looked directly into his eyes and said playfully, "You said that I am the most perfect high elf female image in your mind. That's Lanna'thel, little Anweena, Azshara, Maiev, and many more. What’s a name that can’t be said yet?”

Angmar was speechless.

Lana Seer, that was my emotional sustenance after coming to this world.The scenes in Dalaran when he served as the prince's "advisor" are still vivid in his mind.As for Anweina, it is the sunwell that is integrated with herself.Needless to say, Azshara, Maiev felt like she was being arranged into a marriage by her future self. Mag'an once said, "That is your destiny, you can't escape it."

Angmar has inseparable feelings and responsibilities for everyone.But why are there so many names that I can’t say yet? Does “many” refer to a few, or a large group? But no matter how many, my future self is too

There was a gentle breeze, and the night sky was cloudless with few moon and stars.On the hills with a good view, if you don't look at the evil green at the end of the horizon, as well as the ruins and battlefield remnants scattered on the ground like devastation, it can be regarded as a beautiful place to relax after a series of battles. night.

Angmar was sitting on a low stool, and Xal'atath was half lying on the canvas on the side of the tent. One was looking at the ground, the other was looking at the sky, and neither of them spoke.

Xal'atath's indifferent attitude made Angmar not sure what to think.She is his future partner, but right now Angmar really doesn't know how to make her feel better.

"Okay, go do what you have to do. I will get better, it just takes a little time." Xal'atas waved his hand and "lyed" into the side of the sunken tent again, looking up at the stars.

“What should I do?”

"Aren't you going to find Azshara," Xal'atath said calmly. "We finally saved the beauty and cleared up the past grudges. Isn't now the best time to talk about it?"

"I" Angmar was stunned and said hesitantly, "I know it's not a good thing to say, but are you really okay?"

"What can I do? You just met me, and you have no relationship with me. Who can I blame? Don't worry, I'm not that superficial, and I'm not a human being at all. Go, I just need some time. Xal'atath said softly.

Angmar looked at him for a while, sighed secretly, finally stood up, set up the low stool, and left.