Rise of the blood elves

349【Final starts】

In the third box, looking at the official team of mages who had finished entering and were listening to the referee read out the game instructions, Padrich smiled and said to Angmar: The thin, nervous little girl.

"Master Angmar, I still clearly remember your student's ranking on the list of outstanding apprentices in Suramar City. Since the Queen carried out the education system reform 30 years ago, we have begun to use this method to evaluate The talent level of a student, apprentice or even a mage is registered in the register so that each division organization can select and focus on training. The roster evaluates Elisande as follows: excellent talent, diligent attitude, worthy of a certain degree of emphasis on training . In line with the talent training requirements of the magister group in Suramar City, it is recommended to be specially recruited after graduation and complete the apprenticeship under the guidance of a certain magister."

As he spoke, Padrich picked up the wine glass and took a sip.Although Angmar only listened to half of it, he was also secretly admiring it.

I have to admit that even after nearly 7000 years of development in later generations, Quel'Thalas, which has an extremely glorious magical civilization, discusses the reasonableness of the education system and the level of education, as well as the "employment status" of arcane-related talents after graduation. , and it is far inferior to the ancient Kaldorei Empire 1 years ago, at least in the era of Angmar.

Those former classmates of Angmar's Fasselin College either worked under the name of a certain magister after graduation, or worked part-time in an official magic research institution.In the past, they might have had their day, but before the war, high elf society had just entered a disgusting stage where seniority and origin were extremely important.

Those mages who came from the common class like Angmar would probably have wasted hundreds of years without being "regarded".However, those mages with superior family backgrounds and noble births are likely to be able to take up important positions soon after being "gilded" for more than ten years.

When thinking of this period of history, Angmar felt helpless.

As King Anastarion entered his twilight years, his eyes no longer as sharp as an eagle's, and his ears no longer as keen as a dragonhawk's, the nobles of Quel'Thalas began to become increasingly corrupt.

Those true nobles will only be regarded as aliens by the majority of "nobles". Either they have no choice but to be assimilated by the majority in order to continue to exist in this class, or they stick to their creed and watch the family being excluded from the mainstream group and gradually decline.

Trading for power and money is pervasive in this powerful race that once illuminated Azeroth.

Without special opportunities, civilians would have little chance to get ahead. Even the group of magisters who have been pushing the kingdom forward has become a arena for some nobles to compete for their interests.

Looking at the rise of the human kingdom in the south and the victory of the Troll War, the 800-year-long modern history of the high elves is actually a history of continuous decline.

Standing still, being arrogant, having a high self-esteem, being closed to the outside world

This is a curse that no race or country can escape.When development reaches a certain stage, these negative things will always follow.

Fortunately, the blood elves are getting better now.

But this change was forced after a war that destroyed the country and destroyed the family.The only good thing is that the current leader of the blood elves is an extremely wise leader.

Angmar sighed deeply, cleared his mind of all thoughts about Prince Kael'thas, his adoptive father Anselon, Leia, and Lanathir, and prepared to listen to what Padrich would say next.

Damn it, why did I return to ancient Angmar at this time? I found that no matter how hard I tried, similar thoughts could not go away. On the contrary, I was even more worried about the fate of the northern part of the Eastern Continent.

After Illidan casts a spell to bombard Icecrown Glacier, Sylvanas will definitely integrate the free undead in Lordaeron and let the Forsaken forces appear as in the canon.Angmar knows very well that the Forsaken who occupy the land of Lordaeron and the millions of remnants of Lordaeron are natural enemies, not to mention the undead on one side and the living on the other.

With the Northern Expedition imminent, Angmar must unite all the forces it can.The Forsaken are precisely the force that needs guidance the most, not to guide them in the Northern Expedition, because Sylvanas and the free undead will naturally vent their vengeful rage against Arthas and the Lich King.

Rather, it is to guide the Forgotten, the immigrants of Lordaeron and the coalition forces of all races, so as not to waste their vitality in the hostility between each other, so that the loved ones will be hurt and the enemies will be happy, and in disguise, it will bring breathing space to the Scourge Legion who have suddenly suffered a disaster.At the same time, this kind of internal friction is also something that the ancient gods and their minions, the Twilight Hammer, like to see and see.

but

But at such a critical moment, Angmar is gone, and Onyxia appears.

Angmar thought this more than once, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it would come true.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the Stormwind Kingdom to join the coalition of tribes, the human form of the Black Dragon Princess Katrana, who has a strong voice in the Stormwind Kingdom, will definitely incite hatred between humans and the undead, and between the coalition of tribes and the Forgotten. There was a war between them.

She inherited the character of her mad father, Deathwing, and Angmar knew that she would do just that.

"Master Angmar, what's wrong?" Padrich heard Angmar sigh, put down his wine glass, and asked.

Angmar raised his eyebrows, "It's nothing, I just feel a little homesick. Please continue to tell me about Elisande's ranking here."

Although he was just as curious about Angmar's origins as the other two big figures in the box, Padrich resisted the impolite inquiry and continued:

"Well, Elisande's attention value ranks No. 11 among all students, and 173 in the comprehensive ranking of students and apprentices. You know, good talent is only the minimum admission standard for the key training roster, and this ranking is also quite Backwards. This means that no less than ten mentors with rich experience in the industry have determined that Elisande is only the worst talent among these good prospects. Of course, it is not ruled out that they are wrong, but I think this This is enough to prove how extraordinary you are. It only took you seven or eight days to turn this child from a little girl at the bottom of the rankings to a genius who can defeat all students and apprentices and compete with official mages."

Angmar smiled noncommittally, thinking that they must have made a mistake.There is no me in the official history, but Elisande still became the extremely powerful Grand Mage in Suramar City.

Wells echoed a few words, but he knew that although Padrich was a high-ranking member of the Mage Governing Council of Suramar City, he had never been responsible for work in the field of education and was devoted to the research of enhanced spells. How could this happen? I looked through the list of outstanding apprentices and kept all the information about the inconspicuous Elisande in my mind.

This old fox must have deliberately checked the registration information about Elisande in recent days to get closer to Master Angmar.

After all, being friends with a magic master has many benefits.

Ferguson, on the other hand, remained silent.Because he has discovered a fact that makes him helpless. The height of Angmar is far beyond his imagination.Now not only has he gained the attention of big figures like Wells and Padridge, but he has even been invited by Prince Faroldis to his private residence as a guest.

Ferguson felt more and more that his advantages were no longer obvious.

"Well, have you finished drawing the lots?"

Padrich said suddenly, drawing everyone's attention to the playing field.

I saw a person who looked like a tournament manager, standing on a high platform in the center of the venue with a group of referees, holding several wooden picks with the names of the contestants engraved on them, and read loudly to the audience:

"The last defending champion recommended by the Royal Mage for further training"

Under the magical amplification effect, his passionate voice spread throughout the entire venue.He paused deliberately and looked around, anticipating the cheers that were bound to come.

Sure enough, the audience chanted the same name in unison.

"Scott"

"Scott"

"Yes, that's him, from the Suramar City High School of Magic." The tournament administrator reached out to a young mage among the contestants. "Scott, a talented mage who has won three championships in five years, will Against his old rival, two-time champion, the pride of Suramar City: Horn."

The two stood out from the crowd and bowed to the audience.The handsome and unrestrained Scott obviously enjoyed the cheers of the audience. He bowed three times in different directions and refused to retreat to the group of contestants for a long time. Horn, who was cultivated by the magister group of Suramar City, was much quieter and reserved. , after polite greetings, he retreated.

People shouted their names. It seemed that these two people had conquered the people of Suramar City with their performance over the years and left a deep impression on them.After all, in the past five years of the event, each time the championship and runner-up were the two of them. In order to enter the loser's bracket in the knockout format, after winning the first place in the loser's bracket, they had a final showdown with Scott, who was bound to win the winner's bracket. , Horn will even deliberately let go in the first game and strategically escape into the loser's bracket.

This happened every year for five years, so Horn also got the nickname Loser's Killer.

But Padridge in the third box couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, why did we meet them from the beginning? They are both the favorites to win the championship."

"Does Master Padridge think that Horn will lose to Scott?" Wells chuckled.Scott is one of his most valued juniors. It is precisely because of this that the Royal Mage Organization he belongs to trains this young mage who comes from an ordinary noble family at all costs.

"Of course not. I just feel sorry for the audience below, because once the finale is brought forward, it won't have much gold content. But I think Horn will defeat Scott. Maybe the hot spot of this year's competition will be different from the past." Padrich smiled.

"Oh, let's wait and see. Your blue dragon scale and Master Angmar's crystal will all be in my possession in the end." Wells said meaningfully.

"The second exciting match pits Mourning, a candidate for the Moon Guard from Black Crow Castle who is famous in the empire, against this mysterious wandering mage from the south of the empire, the only female among the contestants, Oluriel. "

The cheers of the audience were a little smaller, because the Moon Guard candidate who was bowing to the audience with a respectful manner and wearing the Black Crow Castle emblem on his chest, and the tall, beautiful, and very arrogant female mage, they Don't know anyone.

Moon Guard Candidates This is the mage organization that Illidan once worked for. They are loyal to Lord Ravencrest, the lord of Black Crow Castle. There is no doubt about their power.Angmar thought to himself.

Only the arrogant female mage in the field made Angmar unable to see the truth.

Why do I seem to have heard the name Aluriel somewhere?

"The third game was recommended by Prince Tortheldrin. Sarold from Ere'Thalas faced off against our young man, but he has won consecutive games. After today, he will definitely become the new star of Suramar City tomorrow. The Undefeated Girl Elisande”

The cheers of the people reached into the sky again.

"These are the six contestants in this competition. In the three games in this knockout format, one of the three first-round winners will have a bye, and the winners of the remaining two will compete for the fourth place in the finals. The same is true for the loser group with one ticket. The second final ticket will fall into the hands of the winner of the loser group. Who can win the crown and become the final winner? Let us wait and see. In addition, don’t forget to pay attention to the lucky ones. The two lucky ones who have qualified for the bye place their bets, and we will take action throughout the game.”

The tournament manager kept talking.

In the box, Padridge looked at Angmar with some regret, "It's very rare for that child to reach this point, Master Angmar."

"Why, does Master Padrich think that Elisande will lose to his opponent?" Angmar asked.

At exactly this time, the maid teleported into the box and placed the golden crystal in her arms that was originally used to show to the bettors in the other boxes back to the tray on the table.

"Sarod is the favorite to win the championship after Scott and Horn." Padridge curled his lips and looked at the golden crystal on the table, "Master Angmar, do you still bet? No, no, it doesn't matter. A box, only between the two of us, only for this game. If you continue to use this crystal as a bet, I can"

"Using my most proud work during this period as a bet." With that, Padridge took out a pair of gloves that made both Wells and Ferguson shine.The enchantment master's other hand has never left the crystal in his arms, which was originally given to him by Angmar. It seems that he is really eager to get another piece.

"Of course, why not."

Angmar felt the special magic fluctuations coming from the gloves, thinking that the ancient enchantment master's hand must be of high quality, so he didn't want it for nothing, and then he took out a crystal from his arms.

Padridge chuckled and rubbed his hands.

"Then the first game begins"

The sonorous and powerful voice of the tournament manager was heard far into the box.