Rise of the blood elves

After handing the salvation to Azshara, Angmar took off Xal'atath from his waist without stopping, and took out a very thick notebook filled with scratch paper, with messy but exquisite handwriting. Put it on the table.Flashdance..

"What are you doing"

Angmar kept moving his hands, opened the notebook, and sorted the manuscript papers into categories. The messy papers soon covered the table, and they were written about all the history that happened from the War of the Ancients to the 21st year of the Black Gate Calendar. .Those that he participated in, and those that the "prophet" in his memory had participated in, were marked with notes of different colors, and combined with the vague impressions and guesses of those few words, he estimated what he should and should not do.

Two maps were placed in the middle of the table. One was a topographic map of the ancient Kalimdor continent mapped by the ancient night elves, and the other was a map of Azeroth after the Sundering.It marked all the important cities in later generations and the living areas of different races. It was marked in detail with the timeline as the axis and the manuscript paper connected by magic connections.

"Well, that's about it." Angmar looked up at Azshara. "If I can't come back, I hope you can help me complete the work of correcting the timeline. I'm sorry to entrust you with this burden. But besides You, no one else can do the same thing."

Azshara gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to tell Angmar all the truth, and said softly, "You are too pessimistic. We have been discussing the appropriateness of a general attack these days. You know, your apprentice Illidan has used the dragon to The Soul has left us a breakthrough. But even without this advantage, our current military strength is stronger than ever before. Focusing Iris, Golganais Tide Stone, Five-Color Dragon Tribe, and the two Guardians Akmon One of Druid and Kil'jaeden was slightly injured, and the other was seriously injured. It is difficult for them to pose a threat anymore... We can easily take back control of the Well of Eternity from the Burning Legion and close the portal. We will definitely be able to There is no need to be so pessimistic about surviving this catastrophe without any danger."

"If you play with time, time will play with you in turn. After experiencing so much, although I am still wandering outside the gate of the time domain and unable to enter, I have a strong premonition. It has nothing to do with this world, and it has nothing to do with this. This catastrophe is just me, maybe I”

Angmar forced a smile and said faintly, "Something will happen."

"Premonition, another premonition"

Azshara was a little emotional, and now she would feel irritated whenever she heard such ethereal words.First, Nozdormu, and then Xal'atath, all made a final decision on Angmar's fate, as if the fate of the loved one had long been seen through by these superior beings, and was destined to be inescapable.This feeling is really bad.

"You are a mage, a mage who looks at the world and everything with a calm mind. Why do you believe in such illusory things? There may be a glimmer of hope."

"Hey, hey, okay," Angmar held Azshara's shoulders and comforted softly, "Maybe my hunch is just groundless. Maybe the result will make us all overjoyed. Just in case, if in the end If bad consequences don’t happen, I’ll just come back to you to get these things back.”

Under Angmar's gentle gaze, Azshara took a deep breath and slowly returned to calm.

The urge to tell the truth emerged again, and at the same time, Xal'atath's warning words also echoed in her ears. Whether to say it or not, she fell into a long silence after suffering. ..

"I think it's time to tell the truth about my origins," Angmar said.

Azshara chuckled helplessly, "Didn't you tell me before that you come from Quel'Thalas 1 years later, a branch of the night elves called high elves?"

"But what you don't know is that the founder of Quel'Thalas is actually your new court mage."

Azshara was so surprised that she couldn't help but turn her head and look outside the door, "him"

Angmar followed her gaze and looked over. Through the soundproof magic barrier and the half-rolled door curtain, he could see that in the living room of this tent whose internal space had been expanded by space magic, Dathrema was working with a group of Dark Nights. The top elf officials discussed the general attack in half a day.

"That's right," Angmar nodded. "After the War of the Ancients, most of your people believed that the abuse of the magic power of the Well of Eternity caused this catastrophe."

"But we all know that the Burning Legion was not attracted by the Well of Eternity. They want to destroy this world, destroy this planet that breeds the Titan soul and has been discovered by the void forces." Azshara frowned and interrupted. road.

"But this is the deviation of the times. There are always limitations in cognition. Who can we blame them for?" Angmar said with a smile. "In short, with the rise of Druidism after the war, the people have a feeling of being bitten by a snake." For ten years, they were afraid of the feeling of well ropes, or they were trying to abolish arcane magic because of choking. After two thousand and seven hundred years of companionship with these compatriots, the highborne elves around Dath'Remar could no longer stand their stupidity. behavior, and finally traveled eastward to the Eastern Kingdom Continent, and then moved to Quel'Thalas 700 years later, creating the Sunwell and establishing the kingdom of high elves."

"Although today's history is completely different, this eastward journey must happen. I have told you so much about history and what needs special attention, and I have written them all in these notes. I believe you can handle it. Okay," Angmar said, looking at the notes on the table, "The thing that concerns me the most is actually you."

"I"

Angmar gently stroked Azshara's silver hair, "You no longer have to be the Naga Queen in history who accepted the shadow power of N'Zoth. Let this race disappear forever in the long river of history. "

After saying that, he patted the Blade of the Dark Empire and called "Xal'atath."

A ray of shadow energy surged out from the strangely shaped sword blade, transforming into a beautiful-looking high elf beside the table.

Xal'atath has been disguising her identity and staying in the coalition army. People only regard her as the sister of the prophet Angmar.Except for the five-color dragon clan and the two guardians who experienced the Battle of Uldaman, no one knew that she was actually the dark will in the Blade of the Dark Empire, the ancient god who once corrupted Azeroth, but now abandoned the darkness and turned to the light.

Angmar originally wanted to introduce Xal'atath to Azshara, because the latter, who knew the secrets of time, could greatly help her in the next 1 years, but he found that Azshara did not seem surprised at all. The "sister" will emerge from a weapon that exudes an ominous aura.

In an instant, Angmar figured everything out as if he was electrocuted, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It turns out you have known each other for a long time."

Azshara lowered her head deeply, while Xal'atath sighed and sat down on the table lightly.

"So you already know everything about my future, right?" Angmar asked Xal'atath.

Xal'atath nodded solemnly, "You have seen your future, haven't you?"

"I saw it, just a blurry fragment. I once thought that the power of controlling time was the manifestation of controlling time. But in the end, I found that it was just the key to open this door. Those things I committed in the past seem extremely stupid now. This mistake forced me to suffer this criticism.”

"Don't be too pessimistic. This may be an opportunity for you to take control of the secrets of time," Xalatas said. Just listening to her tone, it seemed that even she didn't believe it. "We will be here waiting for you to come back."

"I wish I could come back. Now that you already know each other, this is better. I was still struggling with how to introduce you to Azshara." After sighing, Angmar turned to Azshara again, He said seriously, "You can trust her 100%. She has already understood the mystery of time. With you here, I feel relieved. Then I'm leaving."

After that, he took a deep look at Xal'atath and Azshara, and walked outside without looking back.

"Wait a minute." Azshara started to chase, but was held tightly by Xal'atath.

"Let him go in peace."

"Can"

Xal'atath used a little force on his hands, pulled Azshara to him, looked into those golden eyes and said, "Listen, I'm only more sad than you."

Azshara could no longer suppress the outpouring of emotions and sobbed softly.Xal'atath gently held her in his arms, rubbing her back while murmuring, "Don't be too pessimistic, it's only 1 years."

"But for him, time flies a thousand times faster."