Rise of the blood elves

566【Create an immortal legend! 】

The maids were very helpless because Her Majesty the Queen left as soon as she said so, without even saying hello.

This kind of thing has not happened once or twice. A few days ago, His Majesty and the Prophet traveled together and rode a night saber to hunt in the forest on the outskirts.Before the prey could be caught, the two of them disappeared and teleported away.

The maid and the royal guards waited for a long time before the two men reappeared.After His Majesty returned, his face was radiant, as if he had been nourished by something.After returning, the maids discovered that the bed that had just been made for the Queen after nightfall had been messed up again.

But that was the Queen, so what could they do? They could only stay quietly on the lookout, waiting for her return.

A few minutes ago, Lord Harveys, who had been missing, appeared and asked them about the situation here. After learning that the Queen and the Prophet were together, he turned around and left.

The maids have served Her Majesty the Queen for many years and know this most trusted advisor very well.They noticed that there was a panic in the footsteps of the consultant, as if he was afraid of avoiding the prophet. After thinking about it, they remembered that it had been like this all this time.

As long as Her Majesty is with the Prophet, Lord Harveys never appears.

However, he failed to leave because the court mage Dasrema could not find the queen, so he had to report to him the results of the investigation into the disordered magic flow. Now the two were talking not far away.

"Sir, while you were away, the magic power of the Well of Eternity was abnormal. It seems that external factors interfered with our arcane spell framework, but it is difficult for us to determine whether it was caused by man-made or natural disturbances." Das Rema reported respectfully.

Although he holds a high position among the court mages, his status is far below that of Xavis.Facing this gloomy consultant, one must show due respect.

Harveys's fake eyes flashed with an unknown light, "What do you think, court mage?"

Dath'Rema thought for a moment and replied: "Sir, human factors are undoubtedly unlikely. Such a strong natural disturbance has never happened before. I cannot give an accurate answer."

"Okay, I understand," Harveys nodded, "When Her Majesty the Queen returns, I will submit this to her..."

Before he finished speaking, a light sound unique to the opening of the portal suddenly came from not far away.

The two turned to look.

I saw a small blue dot suspended in mid-air at the end of the observation deck. After a few seconds, it quickly expanded into a blue portal, and Queen Azshara and the Prophet stepped out.

There was a trace of fear in Harveys's eyes, and he said to Dathrema: "His Majesty is back, you go and report. I am going to the palace to inspect the investigation work of other court mages."

After saying that, the consultant quickly left the observation tower, completely losing his usual calm and arrogant demeanor.

Dathrema felt a little strange, so he had no choice but to follow the order and walk towards the end of the observation deck.When he was still some distance away, he noticed that the queen's brows were furrowed and she looked worried. The prophet standing beside her was also silent.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere between the two, so he immediately stopped and quietly backed away while maintaining a respectful posture.

It would be better not to disturb the Queen and the Prophet at this time...

"Come here, Lord Sunstrider."

At this moment, the prophet's voice came from afar.Dath'Rema was surprised, but he had no choice but to step forward.

Why did the prophet call me...sir?

……

Angmar had mixed feelings when he saw the Firestrike hanging from the waist of the founder of the Sunstrider dynasty.

When Dalaran was destroyed and the prince and other high-ranking officials were swallowed by the space rift, he was just a young boy.Quel'Thalas is facing internal and external troubles, but his people regard him as the light of hope. However, he understands that at this critical moment when His Royal Highness's life and death are uncertain, it is completely difficult for him to take on such a big responsibility.

He clearly remembered that night, after repelling the Dreadlord who was causing trouble in Silvermoon City, what happened when he and a group of blood elf mages came to the secret room of the Tower of Sunfury and touched the fragments of Flame Strike that were placed there. One scene.Under the influence of the remaining spells inside, Flamestrike, which was broken into pieces by Frostmourne, recast itself, and revealed the illusion of 1 years ago...

The white-skinned man who called himself "Prophet" stood beside Azshara and completed the final casting process of Flame Strike.

It was only a long time later that he realized that this guy was himself, and that he would eventually return to ancient times, lead all races through this unprecedented catastrophe as a "prophet", and interact with many important historical figures.From the Five-Colored Dragon Clan and the Aspect Dragon, down to the then-unknown Stormrage Brothers...

The scene in the illusion was no different from today.The same dark clouds are pressing down, the same huge waves are emptying out, and even the characters are the same.

But the difference is that history has changed. The "fallen Mag'an" who originally played the prophet has disappeared together with the annihilated timeline. The "old prophet" is no longer there, because that path has proven to be unable to stop the end of the world. 's arrival

Angmar does not have to follow the rules and play the role that his future self has played according to established history.He became a new prophet, made possible by the wisdom of "Mag'an the Fallen" who had read millions of timelines. He combined countless wisdoms from the future and embarked on a new journey.

But before facing the future, he still has one thing to do - complete the final casting process of Flame Strike, and leave the illusion and the final power of time in it.

Although... illusions cannot truly record everything that is happening right now.Now that the decision has been made to move the timeline in a known direction, the two selves will be reunited and entangled with each other, making each other indispensable.He must make the illusion that will be infused with Flamestrike the same as what he knows.Only in this way will my young self embark on the path I am on now.

All these treasures will be picked up by a young man named "Angmar Morningstar" over a long period of 1 years along with this artifact passed down from generation to generation by the high elves.

He was a lonely time traveler who was reincarnated in the body of a high elf baby. He grew up in the short period of peace between the two catastrophes. He finally recognized his identity and gradually valued everything he had, including family ties, friendships, and even others. The kindness to oneself.

He regards Quel'Thalas as his second home, and although he is unable to do so, he is willing to fight for it and sacrifice for it.He recklessly tried to use the knowledge gained from his identity as a time traveler to change the world, and ultimately learned lessons and grew.

He is the former Angmar——

"Lord Sunstrider, can you let me see Flamestrike?" Angmar said softly, "It must not have completed the final enchantment, right?"

Dath'Rema was stunned, but he still took off the Flame Strike from his waist and handed it to him with both hands.

"Thank you." Angmar took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

——And this magic blade is the link that connects time and space.It is like a drifting bottle, everything it carries will transcend the barriers of time and create eternity!

"Do you still remember what I said to you when we first met?" Angmar asked.

Being addressed with honorifics by the prophet one after another, Dath'Rema Sunstrider was frightened and could only reply respectfully: "Remember."

Angmar bowed deeply to the founder of Quel'Thalas and solemnly said: "Sunstrider, please allow me to pay you the highest respect. As I said, you..."

He turned around, facing the magnificent Well of Eternity, and suddenly tore off the time scale that was almost integrated with the flesh from the palm of his left hand.Blood mixed with quicksand spurted out, flying straight into the sky with the flames.

The Well of Eternity was completely calmed down, the dark clouds dispersed instantly, and the whole world was stagnant.

Torrents of arcane energy surged up, accompanied by the rolling yellow sand, rushing towards the Flame Strike crazily.In the rising sun, the Flame Strike shines brightly on all things like a soaring eagle with spread wings.

"...will create an immortal legend!"