frightfiction 511【Illidan, Child of Destiny】
511【Illidan, Child of Destiny】
If we only talk about the macroscopic understanding of the secrets of creation, rather than the specific details, even the Titans, who are at the apex of the realm of order and can be called the strongest creatures in the known material universe, do not have a relatively accurate macroscopic understanding like Angmar. Know.
Angmar knew that the "story" he told could be the trigger to subvert Azshara's worldview.
He also personally expanded the space rift that caused headaches for the upper elf mages.
As for whether Azshara's fate will be changed, and whether the upper elves can use this to contact Sargeras on the other side of the universe, which will ultimately lead to the early arrival of the War of the Ancients, Angmar is not completely sure.
Among the countless possibilities revealed by the Eye of Aman'Thul, the realization of the former lies in subsequent guidance.Although the latter is an event that has a high probability of happening, it is not enough to be used as a basis due to the imperfection of the reference system.
After all, history has not accurately recorded the specific details of the night elves' contact with Sargeras.
But no matter what, Angmar must allow the Ancient War to happen smoothly before the war started by the Ancient God completely rewrites the timeline, otherwise the terrible historical variables will be beyond everyone's control.
Fortunately, before leaving the capital of the Kaldorei Empire, he saw the last scene that happened, and also saw the complicated look on Azshara's face when she faced Sargeras.
Ever since he possessed unimaginable transcendent power and began to devote himself to this important time point that determined the direction of subsequent history, Angmar's state of mind changed accordingly.
When he saw that he had personally kicked off the ancient war and brought about an early catastrophe that resulted in the loss of countless lives, he suddenly realized that he was so rational when it came to the timeline. Almost cold-blooded.It's as if the lives that are bound to disappear are just meaningless numbers.
In the bustling streets, wherever Angmar goes, it always triggers discussions among passers-by.
The prophet's name has long been spread throughout the city of Suramar. Anyone who sees this tall and thin foreigner with white skin will almost immediately associate him with the legendary prophet.At first glance, they looked exactly like the three statues in the city. They were not the prophet himself.
Under the awed gazes of the people, Angmar walked forward slowly, thinking deeply, and finally arrived at the central square where the Temple of the Moon was located.
The square is densely covered with green plants, and under the shade of the trees, children play happily. Their crisp laughter, accompanied by the singing and singing of birds, composes a soft and peaceful music above Suramar.At one end of the square, the statue of the prophet that Azshara ordered someone to carve in his likeness faced the statue of Elune in the center of the square.
Heavy taxes have been imposed and living standards have dropped sharply. In such a difficult era, people always need the comfort of faith.Most of the passers-by on the square were believers, either going to the Moon Temple to pray or just coming out of it.
There were few aristocrats from the upper town in it.
Angmar looked around for a moment, and finally found the goal of his trip in the flower bed in the corner of the square.
A tall young night elf with golden eyes was sitting on a bench in front of the flower bed, staring intently at the entrance of the Moon Temple, holding a bag of fruit in his arms.The fruit seemed to have been just bought, with water droplets still hanging on it.
The golden-eyed night elf's position has a good view. As long as someone walks out of the Moon Temple, they can see clearly.
It seemed that he was waiting for a priestess who served in the Temple of the Moon.
Because the moon was hanging in the sky at this time, it was the midnight nap time for the priestesses to finish their half-day shift and have a meal.Whenever a priestess wearing a moon-white priest's robe walks out of the Temple of the Moon, the young man will sit up from his chair, frowning and looking carefully. Only after he realizes that the person who comes is not the person he is looking for, will he He sat back disappointed.
As for why you don’t go in and look for it openly?
In all likelihood, this guy is trying to create a "chance encounter."
Angmar walked quietly behind him.With all his concentration, the golden-eyed night elf failed to notice that someone was observing him right next to him.
While waiting, he kept playing with the ball of arcane energy in his palm.
The colorful magic flow lingered on his fingers, sometimes condensing into ice cubes flowing with cold air, sometimes turning into a group of beeping flames, and in the end, they all disappeared and were restored to the purest form in reverse. The arcane energy returned to his body along the palm of his hand.
In the hands of this golden-eyed night elf, magic is as easy to use as an extension of his limbs.
Outstanding talent.
This was the only comment Angmar could think of.
As expected from night elf folklore, he is the owner of the golden eyes that will surely lead to great achievements;
He is truly the child of destiny;
Indeed
Illidan Stormrage.
As far as Angmar knew, Illidan had never systematically learned arcane magic at this time.
In the ancient Kaldorei Empire, even ordinary nobles could hardly afford the cost of learning arcane magic unless they received official training or other opportunities.Ever since the Stormrage brothers' parents died in an accident a few years before the War of the Ancients, the two brothers have been living in poverty.
As a result, Illidan was unable to step into the path of arcane magic that he had longed for. It was not until the War of the Ancients that he joined the Black Crow Castle because he gained the appreciation of Kutalos Ravencrest Ravencrest, the lord of Black Crow Castle. The Moon Guard of Raven Keep was able to flex their muscles and became a powerful spellcaster before pretending to serve Sargeras.
When it comes to arcane talents, looking at Azeroth for 1 years, there are few beings who can match Illidan.
Illidan gradually realized something was wrong.Because the passers-by cast strange glances at him, whispered to each other, and talked a lot.He turned around in confusion, and when he saw Angmar behind him, he was startled and stood up in a hurry to salute.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't know you were here."
The fruit spilled and rolled all over the ground.
How could Illidan not know who Angmar was? Like the residents, he passed by the prophet's statue and the notice board covered with the prophet's magical portrait every day. It was difficult not to know what the prophet looked like.
The white skin, tall and thin figure, fiery red robes, and eyes as bright as stars all confirm that the person in front of him is the prophet himself who has recently caused a sensation in the entire city of Suramar.
Illidan looked very nervous, because the legendary prophet who was well versed in the secrets of arcane magic and even Queen Azshara regarded him as a god was actually standing in front of him.
Even though Illidan in later generations would dominate Azeroth, at this time, he was just an ordinary young man. How could he not be nervous when he saw the famous prophet Angmar.
"Hello, Illidan Stormrage."
Angmar smiled slightly and waved gently. The falling fruit floated into the air, the stained soil disappeared, and returned to the linen bag on its own.He handed the fruit bag back to Illidan and said, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I came here specifically to find you."
"Look for me." Illidan was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why the prophet would be interested in an ordinary person like himself.
"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm. I just hope to invite you to my courtyard as a guest. We can have an in-depth discussion about magic. How about it?"
Angmar's expression was very easy-going. As he spoke, he used magic to create a token and gave it to Illidan. "You can come anytime, but it's best before nightfall. In that case, after we finish talking, you can still Catch my first magic class."
Illidan took the token and felt a turmoil in his heart.
The prophet invited me to Elune, but he actually used the word "discuss". What virtue and ability can I have for a little person like me?
Wait, what do you mean by catching up on magic class?
Could it be that he has been observing me from behind, saw my magical talent, and invited me to learn magic?
"Yes, Illidan, your talent should not be lost to the public. I think maybe I can help you realize your ideal. If you are willing, come to the western suburbs before nightfall tomorrow." Angmar seemed to have insight. He understood Illidan's inner thoughts and pointed to the token in Illidan's hand, "Don't lose it, otherwise the guards will stop you."
Illidan was speechless, not knowing what to say.Ever since this mysterious prophet appeared, he had had a very unreal feeling.
This prophet seemed to know himself very well. Although he didn't say a word, the other party's words revealed a sense of confidence that he would definitely be invited to go.
Illidan really couldn't resist such temptation. Learning magic has always been his elusive dream.
Possible
The lofty prophet actually invited a little person like me
what is this
A surprise falling from the sky?
"I will definitely come, Lord Prophet." Illidan put away the complicated emotions in his heart and saluted.
"Oh, by the way. I'm sorry for soiling your fruit. I hope you don't mind my expressing my apology in this way. Your sweetheart probably doesn't hate sweets, right?" Angmar opened his palm, and colorful arcane energy gathered. It condenses into a beautiful pink cream cake.
Arcane magic can be used to create things out of thin air. What kind of method is this? Illidan was completely shocked.
Angmar smiled and put the cake into Illidan's free hand, and raised his head towards the Moon Temple, "By the way, you are about to miss your sweetheart."
After his thoughts were revealed, Illidan couldn't help but be startled and hurriedly looked towards the Moon Temple.He saw Tyrande, whom he had longed for, slowly walking down the steps in front of the hall.
Uh, how did he know that I was waiting for Tyrande? How did he know that Tyrande was my sweetheart?
Illidan turned back full of doubts, but only saw Angmar's back leisurely walking away.
Others don't know it, but Angmar knows it.When pursuing Tyrande, Illidan's most common method was to create an "accidental encounter" on the other person's way home and at the Temple of the Moon where the other person worked.
"I'm looking forward to your appointment." Angmar waved goodbye with his back turned.
After some hesitation, Illidan gritted his teeth and caught up with Tyrande before he could get away.
After confirming Tyrande's direction, Illidan ran a few steps around to the other end of the street, tried his best to adjust his breathing rhythm to normal, pretended to have just finished shopping, cleared his throat, straightened his expression, and timed it perfectly. Appeared in front of Tyrande.
"Illidan" Tyrande said in surprise.
Illidan also had the same expression on his face, "Ah, I didn't expect to meet you here. I just bought some fruits and cakes specially for you."
With that said, Illidan handed the cream cake to Tyrande.
The cream cake was not at all part of Illidan's pre-rehearsed "lie". He had just been filled with the prophet's invitation and had no time to think about it, so he had to act on the spot.
"Really, why do you want to buy such expensive things?"
"Try it, it's delicious."
Tyrande took the cake, although there was complaint in his tone, but under Illidan's expectant gaze, he still smiled helplessly, put it to his mouth and took a bite, tasting the delicious food blooming in his lips and teeth, and his eyebrows suddenly relaxed. unfold.
“It’s really delicious. Where can I buy it?”
"Well, there is a newly opened pastry shop in the upper city." Illidan looked at him and changed the subject: "Why don't we go to eat together? There is a pretty good one in the south of the city."
The two walked away.
On the other side, Angmar, hidden in the crowd, couldn't help laughing.Who would have thought that "Betrayer" Illidan still had such a side, so young and childish, that he would be so nervous in front of him?
He shook his head and turned to leave.But his steps suddenly stopped, and his expression became a little more solemn.
Within the range of his perception, he saw what happened in Xiacheng District
An amazing scene.