Rise of the blood elves

631【Tired】

From going to Wyrmrest Temple, to the battle in Tyr's Tomb, to the final battle in Uldaman, Angmar has not slept once in this month, but he has set a new record for not sleeping.

When mortals reach the threshold of the extraordinary level, they no longer need to rely on the inefficient method of sleep to restore their energy, but they will always be troubled by habits.Just like now, Angmar is obviously not tired or sleepy, but he really wants to have a good night's sleep to recharge his energy for the main event of the ancient war in the near future.

This is a feeling of lack that comes from within and has nothing to do with physical condition.So he returned to the small courtyard in the western suburbs.

The moon and stars are sparse, and there are no clouds.

In the wilderness under the bright moonlight, the small courtyard beside the forest was still the same small courtyard. It was no different from when he left, except that there was a group of apprentices who came here to listen to classes every day missing.

Although the War of the Ancients happened two years earlier, and they lost two years of growth time, no matter what, whether proactively or passively, they are now on the established path.

Elisande joined the Council of Magisters and proved herself with her ability. The time she spent overseeing Suramar affairs and studying the Eye of Aman'Thul and energy source utilization technology in her spare time will eventually help her become a member of the official network. The primary person in charge has increasing influence.

Thalyssra finally got over the pain of losing her mentor Padric, who was as close as her adoptive father. Not long ago, she and Valtroy both obtained the title of arcanist and began to handle all aspects of magical affairs in Suramar...

Angmar suddenly wanted to feel emotional, and then realized that he seemed to have witnessed too many things worthy of emotion during this period.

Neltharion's betrayal;

Nefarian's hesitation;

The mourning of the five-colored dragon clan;

The confusion of earth elves, mechgnomes and flesh vrykul who are tortured by the flesh curse;

Even Azadas sighed when faced with the timeline problem...

Too much.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the courtyard door.

The yard was spotless, and it could be seen that people came here frequently to clean it, except for Vashchi, who had been serving him.

Angmar knew that Azshara could not live without Vashj, especially during such a special period.

Vashj'ir was not only an upper elf with a transcendent status, but she was also sent to the court by her mother who ruled the Vashj'ir realm at a young age and became the queen's personal maid.Only she can serve the Queen well.

It seems that she also returned to Azshara shortly after she left.

I don't know why, but looking at the puppet that was still cleaning the ground on its own under the influence of the magic program, Angmar suddenly felt lonely.

Yes, alone.

He froze in the yard for a long time, feeling like... he had been away from home for too long.Living in a foreign land, I finally recognized my identity and my new home, but then I traveled to an ancient era that was 1 years away. Looking around, I saw that there were only strangers and places.

Now, the threat of the Ancient God no longer exists. To a certain extent, the War of the Ancients has ushered in a phased victory. After dealing with the Burning Legion, he can end this journey and return to the place he has longed for. Hometown!

But soon, all the excitement was swept away by another thought.

He has changed too much history, and after all, he cannot return to the main timeline with the help of the time and space portal opened by Nozdormu like the "Three Travelers".Besides, Nozdormu doesn't have the power to send a powerful being like himself back...

After all, I still have to stay here to correct the subversive impact on the timeline caused by changing history, watch over Azeroth, and work hard for 1 years, until the history of later generations happens, and the "Ange" of the main timeline "Ma Morningstar" was forced into a desperate situation by Onyxia, and accidentally opened the time portal to return to the ancient times, so that she could appear...

When he thought of this, he felt that the heavy pressure of 1 years was all pressing on his heart.

After a long time, he sighed, put away his endless thoughts, opened the courtyard door and walked into the small courtyard. He went straight to his room, made the bed, used magic to dry the moisture at night, took off his robe and wrapped it in " Xal'atath: Blade of the Dark Empire" was thrown aside, leaned on the bed, and fell asleep.

"Don't you think it should be handled with care?" Xal'atath, who was thrown into the corner, said with great dissatisfaction.

"Don't bother me," Angmar turned over and said in an unprecedented tone of anger, "I just want to... have a good sleep."

A flash of light flashed through Xal'atath in his robe, and he didn't choose to continue teasing.

I dreamed of the old chocobo who worked hard all his life, pulling goods and carts for his family.He just rode on the back of a bird and galloped wantonly in the golden Yongsong Forest. There was no scolding from his adoptive father Anselon, no heavy magic studies, no constant news of Amani trolls attacking the border, and no Fear of impending disaster, all is well.Watching the trees flying backwards, feeling the oncoming breeze filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants, I just feel that my soul has been cleansed...

In his sleep, he felt someone walking very lightly beside the bed, gently covering himself with a thin quilt, and then sitting on the edge of the bed, using his soft and boneless hands to support himself, which was so exaggerated that he was suspended in the air. The head on the bedside was placed on a pair of round and plump thighs.

Angmar's right cheek was pressed against the opponent's flat belly, and he could even clearly feel that the air exhaled from his nose hit the two groups close at hand, and then followed the wind of the nest. The curve, the tingling sensation that brushes back against the fluff on the lips...

He doesn't know why, maybe it's because he has been away from home for too long, often separated by life and death, and has seen too much helplessness. Dreaming about the grand scenery of his hometown, he actually found a sense of security that he had not seen for a long time.

Angmar did not choose to wake up, but turned over and hugged the other person's waist, with his face facing the other person's abdomen, and rubbed into it.The other party didn't expect him to do this, and his body stiffened suddenly, then slowly softened, and reached out to gently stroke his hair.

Judging from the position of the thumb, this is a right hand. The index finger, middle finger and ring finger are all covered with thick calluses. It seems that this person is right-handed. He uses these three fingers of his right hand to draw the string and practice archery all year round. .But there is a trace of warm energy flowing between his fingers, brushing it on the head, making people feel as if they are bathing in the holy moonlight, feeling more at ease...

Through her clothes, Angma smelled the elegant fragrance.

Elves' preference for perfume far exceeds that of humans.Angmar used to be an advisor to the prince, and not long ago he frequently visited the palace of Zin Aissalin, so he was considered well-informed.But this fragrance is completely different from the perfume made by alchemy. It is actually the body fragrance naturally emitted by the body, and it smells very good.

Smelling the other person's body fragrance and lying in the other person's arms, Angma curled up like a swaddled baby, hugged the other person's waist, and fell asleep.

Rise of the blood elves