Shadow Trails in Azeroth

While Blake was commanding the newly formed "Invisible Ones", centered around the Waning Moon Tavern, they were transporting contraband through the magic channel portal that had been forgotten thousands of years ago.

In this ordinary yet unusual night, another thing was happening in the Night Fortress outside Suramar City.

The demon hunters rioted.

exactly.

They have been in a state of riot ever since they were rescued from the Vault of the Wardens by the Nightborne and brought back to Suramar. These guys are still in a weak state after being imprisoned. After all, they have been restrained for ten thousand years. No matter how talented they are, they cannot recover all at once.

Unless everyone is as lucky as Brother Egg, and gets an evil sacred object like the Skull of Gul'dan offered by a pirate fan.

Of course, even if such a holy object existed, these elite demon hunters would not dare to use it casually.

Not every demon hunter is called Illidan, and not every demon hunter can seize a huge amount of evil energy at once without losing control after being weak for ten thousand years.

This thing tests more than just willpower.

Many things related to Demon Hunters cannot be overcome by pure will. This thing is more about talent.

Let’s turn back to the Night Fortress.

Although the demon hunters were weak, their exaggerated combat experience and brutal behavior allowed a mere fifty demon hunters to defeat elite demon swordsmen five times their size in the past few days with their bare hands.

There's no way to compare the two.

One side is a macho man who is unparalleled in the tide of demons.

On the other side is a demon swordsman who has been pampered for ten thousand years in peacetime despite maintaining training, and who is also seriously addicted to magic. If the two collide, a direct display of "collapse" will be staged in an instant.

This also caused the Great Magister's only remaining magic advisor, Lord Fandos, to collapse.

He had no way to communicate with this group of wild demon hunters. In any case, these rude bastards were always eating, fighting, and going out to find Lord Illidan.

If he is not allowed to go out, he will cause trouble, but he can still be beaten.

Where are the reinforcements found?

This is obviously a group of uncles invited back!

But no matter how difficult the situation is, you have to persevere and continue to work. Otherwise, how can you resign? Especially during this raid on Watch Island, only a small part of the Nightborne vanguard was withdrawn.

There are also three commanders, Chief Arcanist Thalyssra, Chief Teleporter Oculus, and newly appointed War Advisor Melandus, who are all suspected of being "missing".

The only ones who came back were Fandos and Valtroy, a high-level arcanist who was seriously injured and was recuperating.

Although the combat objective was achieved, the damage was quite severe. It was so bad that when Fandos reported to the Grand Magister, he was worried that Ms. Elisande would strip him of all his power in anger.

However, what puzzled Advisor Fandos was that after receiving the battle damage report, the Grand Mage behaved very calmly. It's like hearing bad news and only saying "oh".

So, what exactly does the Great Magister think? How is she going to deal with these thorns?

Advisor Fandos couldn't understand it, let alone speculate.

"Your Excellency, those savage and rude demon hunters are causing trouble again!"

The legendary spellcaster's attendant hurried into his office, bringing bad news, which gave the consultant, who always paid attention to appearance and manners, a headache.

He shook his hand and said:

"Let them make trouble. Don't let the Demon Swordsmen join in the fun anymore. The wounded barracks are almost full!"

"But the Grand Magister went there himself to talk to the demon hunters."

The attendant had worse news.

The consultant was so shocked that he stood up from his chair and scolded:

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Quick! Forget about preparing my magic chariot. Don't worry about it. Do my clothes still fit?"

The attendant nodded.

So the magic advisor reached out and snapped his fingers, and the teleportation spell enveloped him, sending him deep into the fortress where the demon hunters were in the next moment.

Unexpectedly, it was very quiet here, and there was no trouble caused by those rough demon hunters.

Consultant Fandos blinked and took a few steps forward. He heard that in an empty conference room, the elegant Grand Magister Elisande, wearing "classic attire" and showing his thighs, was sitting. over there.

Surrounded by a group of naked demon hunters.

To be honest, this scene is a bit weird.

But facing a group of blind men, even if the Grand Magister came out and ran naked, he would not suffer a loss. Besides, the atmosphere in the conference hall was a bit solemn, but not tense.

He is worthy of being a great mage!

Fandos mentally gave his boss a thumbs up.

With just a few words, these rude bastards were silenced.

He sneaked to the door and listened instead of going in directly to disturb. When your boss is talking, as a subordinate, it is best not to steal the limelight. This is the first priority in the workplace.

Then he heard the Grand Magister speaking in elegant Salas to the demon hunter commander "The Sufferer" Alturis in front of him:

"Illidan Stormrage is a hero I admire. Although his evaluation of me may be a bit biased, it doesn't matter. As a spellcaster, I can humbly accept criticism from others and use it to push myself.

I know you feel uncomfortable staying in the Night Fortress.

I also know why you feel uncomfortable.

My incompetent subordinates did not fully convey my intentions to you, which resulted in some deviations and caused you to be malicious towards me.

Well, today, I am here in person to make this issue clear to you. "

In the conference room, the Grand Magister did not put on airs. Although his temperament was still arrogant, his tone was very gentle, like an intimate elder sister of noble birth.

She said to the group of blind men in front of her in a neither humble nor condescending manner:

"First of all, I sent the warriors to rescue you. I did have my intention. I will not pretend that this is just a good deed to appease the heroes.

In fact, I need you to serve me 'temporarily'. "

"hehe"

Alturis across the table sneered, and several demon hunters behind him also sneered, and the sarcasm was full of meaning.

But Elisande's expression remained unchanged as she continued:

"I said, 'temporarily'! I have long heard of Illidari's loyalty, and I have never expected to replace Illidan as your leader.

But you have only been in Suramar for a few days, and you can feel the situation in this city even if you don't go around the city.

My people suffer from magic addiction, a terrible curse, but I know it is not unsolvable.

I am a spell caster and I understand the origins of magic addiction.

Our bodies, alienated by magic, yearn for pure arcane magic every moment.

This kind of greed cannot be satisfied.

But it can be transferred. "

The Grand Magister knocked on the table and looked at the demon hunters in front of her with admiration. She said softly:

“It’s not like Illidan didn’t try to train demon hunters of other races during the War of the Ancients, but his efforts ultimately failed.

It's not because other races are not good enough, but because becoming a warrior like a demon hunter requires a special talent that only elves have.

Our bodies are highly adaptable to any energy intrusion.

This is a good thing and makes us better at using different qualities of energy.

But this is also a bad thing, making the weak among us easily transformed by external energies, as is the case with the Nightborne now.

The reason why demon hunters can become demon hunters is not only because you are willing to accept the dark path, but also because you make proper use of your talents as elves.

Arcane magic is addictive and can be replenished with other energies.

I can't solve this problem, but I can 'downgrade' it. "

These words made the atmosphere in the conference room become weird, and also gave Fandos, who was hiding outside the door, a shiver. He guessed what the Grand Magister was going to do.

The next second, Elisande announced the answer:

"There are millions of Nightborne in Suramar. I don't need my people to make sacrifices and become warriors for me. But I want my people to have some ability to protect themselves when facing the world ten thousand years from now.

Therefore, I need you to train a group of demon hunters for Suramar! Nightborne Demon Hunter."

"you are dreaming!"

The sufferer Alturis responded coldly:

"Not to mention whether we are willing to share this forbidden knowledge, but in your current situation, you Sha'dorei can't even resist your addiction to magic, and you still expect to pass the cruel training of a demon hunter?

It's not that I despise the Nightborne.

But in this case, if you send 10,000 people and you can train one hunter, it’s already pretty good.

You say you want your people to have the power to protect themselves.

But IMHO, there is no point in having so many soldiers. "

"Well, I'm not just dreaming, Lord Alturis."

The Grand Magister chuckled lightly and said:

"Any magic can be improved, and I believe that there are ways to improve the training of demon hunters. In the end, what I need is not a top warrior as strong as you.

All I need is an idea, a way to save my people from their endless thirst for arcane magic.

If fel power works, I'll try fel power.

If natural works, I try natural.

If Holy Light works, I'll try Holy Light. You don't know what the Holy Light is, right? It was a new power born in the world ten thousand years later.

My astrologer told me that power comes from within the stars.

I need your demon hunter training methods, this is the key I leave to my people to unlock the endless curse, do I look like a fool to you? Sufferer.

I not only contacted you, I also contacted the druids of Val'sharah. I even sent people to distant continents to invite priests of the Holy Light to visit.

These are just attempts.

Maybe you will see the Son of the Night ‘Light Hunter’ in the future. "

Having said this, Elisande shook his head and said somewhat self-deprecatingly:

“Many people call me a careerist, even my closest friends.

I don't hide my desire for power, but if I can, it will make my people's lives better. If I can get rid of their addiction, it will not interfere with my plans for the future.

As long as you help me complete the training of this group of demon hunters, you can leave.

As the Archon of Suramar, I guarantee that no one in this city will stop you from finding Illidan and continuing to serve him. "

"We can leave now!"

The demon hunter in red armor behind the victim said coldly:

"Your soldiers can't stop us, that's why we're still here"

"You didn't leave because you knew that if you were so weak, even if you went out, you would only become a burden to Illidan! Moreover, there are still watchers who are hunting you down with all their strength.

Recognize the reality!

Suramar is protecting you now.

Just because I'm willing to be polite to you doesn't mean that I can't do anything to you! "

Elisande's tone turned cold.

she says:

"Impolite fellows, I'm talking to your commander! Didn't Illidan teach you etiquette? If you want to 'learn' now, I'll be happy to do it for you."

This sharp scolding made the demon hunters a little angry, but the next moment, the calm-faced victim raised his hand, and the conference room immediately fell silent.

"We can help."

Ottolis said in a slow tone and thoughtfully:

"But you must meet our conditions. The most important thing at the moment is that we must get rid of our weakness!"

"This is the good news I'm going to tell you next."

The Grand Magister smiled and said:

"The magicians I sent out found another upper elf city, Elrethalas, a few days ago. I remember that several of you were born there.

But unfortunately, that thousand-year-old city was not as lucky as Suramar.

Something terrible and dark happened to the Syndra elves living among them. I feel it is necessary for me to help them. I feel that after you know the truth, you will also be full of motivation.

Go there.

I have prepared a cross-continental portal, and I promise you that you can find your power there and I can get what I want.

It's a win-win.

Also, don't worry about my attitude towards Illidan Stormrage.

If he really needs help in the future, I'll be happy to help him. If you servants of Illidan would be kinder, I might even offer to help him.

You are Suramar's guests, please retain some guest decency. "

Having said this, Elisande stood up and took the initiative to end the conversation.

She said gracefully:

"If you meet my old friend Prince Tortheldrin during your journey to Elrethalas, then do me a favor and put an end to his madness and suffering with dignity, and return his body to Sura. Ma was buried.

Proclaim to his subjects for me.

The time of suffering is over, and Suramar will become the new home of the Syndra.

Elisana, my junior.

You come with me.

There are some things about your hometown and your father that I need to talk to you privately. "