Rise of the blood elves

374【Empire Loyalist】

The tedious and sophisticated bathing procedures were an eye-opener for Angmar, an advisor to the royal family of Quel'Thalas all year round.Just to wash his body, he used three or five kinds of expensive alchemical products, ranging from soap to bath liquid. He also identified a very rare essence in the essence, each one worth hundreds of gold coins. Expensive herbs.

Luxurious, Angmar only had these two words in mind.

After his body was dried by magic, Angmar was guided to lie down on the soft bed next to the pool, and let the maid's oiled and smooth hands fall on his back.With just the right amount of force, coupled with the delicious scent of incense that filled her nose, Angma fell into a drowsy state after a while, and Vashj's voice explaining palace etiquette became farther and farther away.

In a daze, he suddenly felt something sharp scratching his skin. He sat up like a reflex and grabbed the arm holding the sharp weapon.

The maid who was about to shave his body hair was startled, and a blush suddenly appeared on her face, and Vashchi was also stunned.

Uh

After realizing that he was overreacting, Angmar touched his head awkwardly and asked, "Do I need to shave my body hair too?"

"Of course," Vashj said with a puzzled face, as if she didn't understand why Angmar had such a question. "In the upper elf etiquette, body hair is considered disrespectful even when covered by clothing. I want to meet the Queen. Your Majesty, you must keep your skin smooth from head to toe.”

Guru

Looking at the green hands gradually moving up her calf, Angma swallowed and subconsciously tightened the towel around her waist.

Fortunately for him, the maid was not interested in the unspeakable parts.

After his body hair was shaved, Angmar was led to a special seat. The maid began to trim his nails, including his feet and hands. After cutting, he applied a layer of smooth "nail polish" on it. There were three or five other maids. , smearing various ointments on his smooth body with great delicacy, and then more than a dozen unknown essential oils and lotions. After a while, Angma's whole body exuded a kind of aura from the inside out. Nice fragrance.

Angmar had a feeling that he was not going to meet the Queen of the Kaldorei Empire, but to provide her with some special service.Judging from the familiarity of these maids, it seems that they often engage in this kind of work. Does it mean that everyone who meets the Queen has to go through this process?

This simply refreshed Angmar's understanding of ancient night elves, no, it should be said to be high-level elves.Their power over "etiquette" is simply at its peak, and even the high elves, who are known for their exquisiteness, cannot compare with them.

And what happened next told Angma accurately: You think too simply.

While a maid was shaving, shaving, and cutting his hair, more than a dozen tailors carrying various pieces of cloth and silk material came in and began to compare various types of clothing in front of him. Pleated short skirts, "men's hats" that are embellished with lace to cover the face, even though they look like women's hats, plain white mooncloth gloves that reach the upper arm, and what's even more outrageous are

There are even so-called men's stockings

Who would wear something like this?

"Chief Maid, can't I wear my own robe?" Angmar was deeply ashamed.

"Hmm, size five." Vashj quickly glanced at Angmar's crotch and ordered to the tailor on the side.The tailors took out a mold like magic and quickly used magic to cut the fabric, and soon a piece of underwear was completed.

Vashj turned back to Angmar and said:

"Master Angmar, it is undeniable that your robe is a unique piece of enchanted clothing. Perhaps you cannot find a more advanced enchanted item in the Kaldorei Empire. But obviously it is not a piece of enchanted clothing." Suitable for formal occasions.”

"In my tribe, men who go to formal occasions tend to choose clothes that highlight their masculinity."

"But masculinity also means savagery, doesn't it?" Vashchi put a polite smile on her face and spread her palms towards the tailors' sample clothes. "These clothes are very in line with Her Majesty the Queen's aesthetics."

Angmar finally chose to compromise and pointed to a slim-fitting robe with lantern sleeves.

Vashj smiled with satisfaction and signaled the tailor to make clothes immediately. Taking this opportunity, she explained the meeting etiquette to Angmar:

"Morning tea is a small meal served by the upper elves during the second unprecedented hour of the moon. It is different from a main meal. I think you should be able to understand the definition of a small meal, right?"

Angmar nodded.Seeing this, Vaschi continued: "For Her Majesty the Queen, morning tea is an important rest time to end the morning government affairs. After the meal is completed, no government affairs will be dealt with until lunch. There are a total of 35 etiquettes that you need to keep in mind before and after the meal. This includes the salute when meeting Her Majesty the Queen for the first time, the details of the kiss on the hand, and "

Meeting the leader of a foreign country is a solemn process, especially for foreigners. Learning the court etiquette of that race can help them feel that the visitor values ​​their own culture.While serving as the prince's advisor, Angmar learned the court etiquette of all the human kingdoms in the Eastern Continent in case of emergencies. Everything he saw now did not feel unfamiliar to him, but the court etiquette of the ancient night elves was too cumbersome and trivial. Headache.

As for why the meeting time was chosen to be brunch?

What Angmar knew was that any head of state would never meet with important visitors or envoys from afar at this time.

Since it was a private meeting, Angmar thought that he would be taken by Ferguson to visit the capital of the Kaldorei Empire for a day. When dawn was approaching, he would be summoned by Azshara who had finished her busy day.The fact that Azshara will be interviewed at this point in time only proves that she is very busy and very casual, even if the opponent is Angmar, whose skills are far superior to those of her own mage and has been cited as a master of magic by many staff and consultants.

This is in line with the character of the queen. She is the most powerful mortal mage in Azeroth. It is difficult to say whether to add "one" after the title.

As he listened, Angmar lost interest and began to release his mental power to secretly spy on this vast palace complex.

The scene that appeared in his mind almost made him express his surprise.

The palaces located on the west bank of the Well of Eternity are connected together. They are all made of white stones. They are magnificent and majestic. There are many domed towers and corridors with carved beams and painted columns extending in all directions. In terms of scale, even the dazzling palaces of the Eastern Continent. Even Pearl Silver Moon City cannot compare with it, but this is just a corner of Xin Aissalin.I am afraid that even if all the main cities of all races in the Eastern Continent and later generations are added together, this magnificent ancient night elf capital cannot be filled.

Deep-colored waves lapped at the eastern palace complex that plunged directly into the water, and a strong magical aura swept over them like a wave.In the palace complex, Angmar sensed tens of thousands of life forms, half of which were powerful mages with magical powers. With this power alone, the ancient night elves would probably be able to sweep all the tribes of the Eastern Continent in future generations without any suspense. .The remaining half are servants, and there are many small animals, located in hundreds of large and small gardens with extremely beautiful scenery.

Magical barriers were set up in many areas of the palace, and Angmar wisely did not peek into those locations to avoid being discovered.Finally, on the central axis of the palace, on the side near the shore of the Well of Eternity, Angmar found a particularly magnificent main hall, and perhaps Azshara was inside.

Out of curiosity, Angmar tried his best to suppress his mental fluctuations and secretly spread his mental tentacles inside.

"Your Majesty, the empire cannot continue like this."

The anxious and hoarse voice of an old man reached Angmar's "ears".

A very familiar voice. Lloyd, Speaker of the Magister Council of Suramar City.

Angmar concentrated his attention, and the scene in front of his "eyes" gradually became clearer.In the throne on the stairs, Azshara leaned lazily, her round and slender jade legs looming under her long tulle skirt. She supported her head with her left hand and looked at the two people under the stairs.

One of them was undoubtedly Lloyd, but the other was something Angmar never expected. He was actually Prince Faroldis who invited him to be a guest at Narthalas Academy.

No wonder Vashj said Azshara was meeting with important officials of the empire.

"After years of war, today's trolls have no power to resist. We should disband the army and lower taxes to allow the people to recuperate. Increasing investment in magic research at this time will only increase our country's financial burden," Prince Faroldis said mellowly A voice sounded.

Lloyd looked anxious and nodded: "Besides, we discovered the shortcomings of the empire's arcane method a hundred years ago. We relied too much on the Well of Eternity, which led to serious imbalances in the development of magic. Even if we increase magic research investment, and should not pay too much attention to the development of the Well of Eternity at this time, Your Majesty.”

"Oh Lloyd, are you lecturing me?"

Azshara on the throne glanced at her fingers casually. For a moment, Angmar felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in her heart, as if the person speaking was not the beautiful Queen of the Night Elves, but the terror that could kill her at any time. enemy

After returning to ancient times, with the power of the soul around him, not even the Loa of the trolls had ever made him feel like this.

This

It’s Azshara’s strength