Rise of the blood elves

524【Are you willing to be my apprentice】

"My parents passed away a few years ago due to an accident." Illidan's golden eyes flashed with sadness, and then darkened.It could be seen that even after a long time, he still could not let go of this matter.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this." Angmar had actually known this for a long time, but in order to continue the topic, he still showed a surprised expression, as if he had heard about it for the first time.

"Huh?" Illidan didn't expect that the prophet from above would actually apologize to a humble commoner like himself. He was at a loss for a while, and hurriedly put down the tableware, waving his hands in fear: "No, no, I..."

He was born with superhuman magical talent, and even had the legendary golden eyes. It can be said that he grew up in an environment that attracted much attention.Anyone who looks into his eyes must say that you will have extraordinary achievements in the future.

Whenever he heard such words, Illidan just laughed, because this was just a legend spread among civilians.

He believed that he would have a glorious future, but it would be achieved through hard work with both hands, rather than relying on the favor of the Moon Goddess as in the legend.

After the accidental death of his parents, although he and his brother Malfurion Stormrage successfully recovered from the grief, life was still inevitably difficult.The two brothers have completely different personalities. Malfurion is more rigid and Illidan is more ambitious. The only similarity may be that both of them despise authority.

However, what his brother Malfurion despised was magic and corpse-based meals, and he sat back and ignored the privileged class who had become more impetuous and contemptuous of nature with the rise of arcane ways in recent years.In the end, he simply listened to his own voice and moved to the western suburbs to live in isolation in the forest, leaving his parents' old house to Illidan alone.

Illidan despises only the privileged class.He loves magic and is extremely proud of his unique magical talent.

Even when life was difficult to a certain extent, and he had to do some dirty work that he had never done before, and relied on a meager income to make ends meet, the arrogance in Illidan's heart was never smoothed away, but instead became stronger through hard work.

Fifteen years ago, under the instruction of Queen Azshara, the Kaldorei Empire launched a massive attack on the trolls. During the 15-year-long expansion war, they taught the trolls who often plundered the borders of the empire a harsh lesson, and A large amount of land was seized.

In order to make up for the high cost of the war, the empire had to impose heavy taxes on the people.

Three years ago, the war finally ended. People thought that the empire would lower tax rates and return to a better and better life. But in the end, people discovered that this was just wishful thinking.

The ruling class used various pretexts to impose exorbitant taxes.

The living standards of the people were even worse than during the expansion war.In the past three years, Illidan, who often went in and out of Suramar City to work hard, heard too much dissatisfaction and saw too many angry scenes:

No matter how difficult the life of the common people at the bottom is, the nobles in the upper city will always be singing and dancing every day.Like most of his peers who are going through all this, he has become more and more contemptuous of those privileged classes and nobles who rely on blood to gain power and are born superior...

For the prophet in front of him, the breakfast alone was enough to cover the expenses of a commoner family of three for one month.But Illidan is not jealous of him, nor is he dissatisfied at all, because all of this is the respect that the prophet has won with his unparalleled arcane skills and extremely powerful strength.

Illidan respects such people, not to mention that the prophet is a legendary existence.

In his heart, the prophet was a legend, not only because of the crazy admiration of the empire's senior officials and even the queen herself, but also because of what he himself had seen and heard.Control ancient artifacts, tear apart space to come and go at will, and even create magical puppets that are no different from real people...

As an avid magic lover, he knew what this meant.The prophets possess magical knowledge that even the top night elf mages cannot match. The difference is difficult to quantify using known vocabulary.

Illidan knows that such characters often have a arrogant mentality.Just like the magisters of Suramar City, they never pay attention to the dire lives of the lower class civilians. This is natural. After all, these big shots only focus on the things they pursue.

Before coming, he was very worried that this conversation, which was completely unequal in status, would develop in an unoptimistic direction because he did not understand aristocratic etiquette, had no money to buy decent clothes to dress himself up, or other reasons.

People always say that the more you think about bad things, the more likely they are to happen.Sure enough, I didn't have breakfast, and my stomach was growling with hunger, but the prophet invited me to have breakfast!

He knew that he must have made a fool of himself.The sound of his stomach growling could be heard in the next room.

But when talking about his parents, the prophet actually apologized to himself in a very reserved manner for mentioning his sadness...

How could Illidan not be flattered?How could you not be at a loss?

……

"Illidan, why are you always so nervous?" Angmar put a piece of fried fish into his mouth and said with a smile: "You make me seem like an old monster who eats people without spitting out bones. We are just chatting about home affairs. , let’s talk about your understanding of magic by the way, right? Relax, I won’t really eat you.”

Angmar knew very well that if he had not kicked off the War of the Ancients in advance, Illidan would not get what he wanted and rise rapidly in the war until the War of the Ancients started two years later.Sitting across from him at this time was just a young man who was at a low point in his life.

Perhaps Angmar's words diluted the tense atmosphere. Illidan smiled awkwardly but politely, realizing that his behavior was somewhat exaggerated.

"Actually, we have the same fate." Angmar lowered his lips and said, motioning the maid to pour him wine. While drinking, he gave Illidan an "I know you" look.

Illidan blinked, not understanding what he was going to say.

Angmar narrated:

"I come from a quiet and peaceful small village. Because it is close to the war zone, the village is often plundered by hostile races. One day, the enemy took advantage of the garrison to be transferred elsewhere and launched a surprise attack on the village. When the garrison returned, in Chengdu Among the piles of corpses, in the stiff arms of my parents, I found the only survivor wrapped in blood-stained swaddling clothes - me."

Angmar was talking about how he took advantage of his parents after traveling through time and being born into this world.

Angmar smiled, "Sadly, I was still very young at that time and couldn't even remember what they looked like. Later I was adopted by my adoptive father, who was a highly respected mage and also adopted many war orphans. I Study day after day, arm my mind with magic and knowledge, so that I can stand in the catastrophe sweeping the world, and do my best to protect the people and things around me... I have fought against the decadent privileged class, and in the change of power It was difficult to even protect myself in the whirlpool. I have experienced painful failures, and even experienced the trough you are facing at this time, but fortunately I came out."

There is no falsehood in Angmar's words.The destruction of Dalaran directly made him realize that in this world where terrible existences abound, even if a traveler has an almost omniscient perspective, he is still so insignificant.

"The story is still very long," Angmar put down the tableware. "At least as far as the starting point is concerned, our fate is the same."

After hearing such a story, Illidan's expression became a little heavier, and the atmosphere that had finally eased became tense again.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Angmar smiled, "Why, are you surprised that I also have parents and tribesmen? Do you think I am really a 'god' from the universe as the legend says? Or do you think I am a 'god' from the universe? , do you think that I should be born like this, and that I have achieved what I have achieved through my own efforts surprises you? Illidan, I am just a mortal, a mortal like you."

"No, I just... didn't expect you to have such a past." Illidan said slightly awkwardly.

"The only thing that makes me different is my creed. I build the future with my hands." Angmar wiped his mouth with a napkin and motioned to the maid to remove the empty plates.When the latter asked if he wanted to serve dessert, he shook his head and asked the maid to serve Illidan a plate.

Even if he was reborn as a high elf, his taste could not change, and he could not eat even a little bit of sweet food when eating.

I build the future with my hands...Illidan felt that these words seemed to have a strange magic power, and they echoed in his mind for a long time.

"So... what do you think of magic?" Angmar held his chin in one hand and held a small spoon in the other. He nonchalantly spread honey on the cream cake, and then handed it to Illidan, "Try it, you should Gonna love it.”

Illidan took the dessert flattered and replied: "Well... magic is the medium to explore the world."

"Illidan," Angmar smiled, "I want to hear your true feelings, not such a textbook standard answer. You are not one of those vulgar people outside, are you?"

Illidan opened his mouth, was stunned for two seconds, and then said seriously: "Okay, I think... magic is a tool to achieve wishes. Any power is."

"That's right," Angmar suddenly beamed, "It seems that we have many similarities. I very much agree with your statement. Each of the six original powers of the universe aspires to become the mainstream of the universe. In the turbulent whirlpool, you can achieve this vision by yourself, or by borrowing the help of others. Power can make people strong, but not everyone can bear the price of controlling the original power. Sometimes people will get lost in power, It replaced your own will and turned you into a puppet... This is true from the power of order embodied in arcane energy, to the chaotic and turbulent evil magic, and even the shadow."

Illidan blinked. He had never heard of the six original powers.The night elves in ancient times had not yet summarized a systematic theory of the origin framework.

"Never heard of this statement?" Angmar asked.

Illidan nodded.

"It doesn't matter. If I have a chance in the future, I can tell you slowly." Angmar stood up, "Then Illidan, are you willing to give me a chance to impart knowledge to you?"

"Uh, you mean..." Illidan's eyes widened.

"Okay, let's put it another way...Illidan, are you willing to be my apprentice?" If you want to chat about "The Rise of the Blood Elf" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu" on WeChat to talk about life and find confidants~