Rise of the blood elves

310【Settlement】

While talking, with some Loa priests and a large number of Zandalari royal guards leading the way, the two gradually moved away from the ceremony venue that was completely destroyed by the impact, and followed the bluestone avenue in the city to a free market area.

The stalls on both sides of the road were in chaos, with all kinds of products scattered everywhere.

The ceiling used to block the rain, the tarpaulin used to isolate the ground for selling goods, and all the light weight things were blown to pieces by the shock wave caused by Angmar's fall.Because the noise was too loud, it caused panic among the civilians. It may have been caused by a fall or a stampede accident. The civilians' clothes were in a mess, and some people were holding injured arms with blood dripping from their foreheads.

Apparently, the emergency dispatch of the City Guard calmed the panic and restored order, thus preventing the situation from deteriorating further.Now people are treating the injured under the leadership of the guards. The civilians who are in better condition have noticed what happened on the road.

More and more civilians gathered on both sides of the road, carefully hiding in buildings and stalls, and cast uneasy glances at Angmar, who was surrounded by a group of royal guards like stars holding the moon in the center.

Royal guards kept shouting loudly, forcing the civilians to retreat to prevent anyone from rushing into Angmar.

"Little Elisande, can you tell me about you? How did you get here?"

Angmar asked as he floated forward.Deep in his heart, he still retains the last trace of self-deceptive desire

This is not the ancient times 1 years ago, and the girl next to me is not the Great Magister Elisande, Son of the Night in Suramar City. She is just a girl from Kalimdor who happens to have the same name and surname, and who happens to live in the dark night that resists magic. In the elven society, he accidentally embarked on the arcane path, and with dozens of compatriots who had the same accidental fate, he was accidentally captured by the Zandalari trolls.

The odds are slim.

Angmar just didn't want to touch that layer of truth. He accidentally discovered that the soul was so powerful that even Loa was afraid of it. He would rather not get a fully repaired and even stronger one in the near future. He didn't want to leave Quel'Thalas, which needed him so much, and leave everything he was familiar with when Onyxia was about to harm the coalition of races.

Elisander, whose tears were still wet, started crying again when she heard this. Angmar's question once again bloodyly opened her scars, or in other words, rubbed salt on her bloody wounds.

Angmar looked at her and said apologetically: I'm sorry, child, but I have to know more before I can judge whether this place is ancient or not.

"Sir, I am a student of the Low-Level Magic Academy in Suramar City. Half a month ago, our instructor took us to the wild for extracurricular practice, and then he was caught by a group of troll scouts. They tortured us. , asking us to tell the secret of magic, and then turn against the imperial army, and also forced us to help them perform a strange ritual. Many students failed to survive until the end," Elisande said Once, with a cry, he spoke intermittently.

"If, if I could be stronger, I could protect them." She clenched her fists tightly.

Angmar's heart grew colder the more he listened, and the hope in his heart began to disappear bit by bit, and he asked again:

"Can you tell me about your Queen Azshara?"

"The Queen succeeded to the throne 100 years ago, led her people to conquer all directions, and expanded the empire's territory hundreds of times," the girl replied with tears.

Angmar was silent for a moment, then spoke again:

"What does the city of Suramar look like? Have you heard of the Children of the Night? What about Northrend and the Eastern Kingdom? Do you know about the Sundering and Demons?"

All he asked about were the changes that had taken place in Azeroth after the Catastrophe.If this is really ancient times, this little girl must know nothing about it.

He concentrated all his attention and looked at the little girl "fixedly."Sure enough, the scene that Angmar least wanted to see happened.

Elisande wiped her tears and shook her head blankly.

Ah, ancient times, ancient times, why did the ancient times come back at this time?

Angmar gritted his teeth and his face twisted together.He had known for a long time that after the third war, he would have a high chance of returning to ancient times, but he never imagined that he would do so at such a juncture.

What should I do? I have to find a way to return.

Thinking of "his" experience in ancient times, what he had learned bit by bit, and the pieces he had pieced together, such as becoming a prophet respected by everyone in the night elves, leading the Kalimdor coalition, etc., etc., etc., made him feel that, I'm afraid Destiny would not allow him to return as he wished, so he added in his heart: At least, he must pass on the relevant news about Onyxia.

"I am very interested in the ritual magic you used to summon me. I want to find the person who presided over the ritual. Later, I hope he can explain to me all the details in the construction of the ritual." Angmar said to the troll priest who was following behind him. .

He knew how stable the timeline was, and that it was an existence that could not be glimpsed even to the limit of mortal imagination.

Angmar has been trapped in the turbulence of time for an unknown length of time. He has tried all means and failed to escape.

Even if he found that it was the place closest to the timelines, it was completely impossible to break the shackles of time and summon him here just by using the voodoo rituals mixed with arcane magic by the Zandalari trolls.

Angmar believes that there must be other factors that prompted him to travel through time, or that helped him get out of trouble and saved himself.

But he had no choice but to start with the troll's voodoo rituals.

"As you wish, great Loa. I will immediately notify the high priest to come here." The troll priest bowed to accept the order and asked the follower to call the high priest.

Seeing that Angmar's expression was still a little uncertain, he was afraid that the messy civilians might displease Angmar, so he said something to the royal guards around him.

These royal guards nodded one after another, glanced at Angmar in fear, and immediately began to use their hands and feet to disperse the crowd.

"Let them all retreat." Angmar frowned and said.

"Yes." The priest did not dare to delay, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop the royal guards and asked them to retreat.After doing all this, he followed him respectfully again.

After such an interruption, Angmar suddenly noticed that Elisande was walking with a slight limp. He immediately let go of his senses and looked through the girl's torn robe. Only then did he notice that her left thigh There was a wound that was bleeding profusely. I was worried about it, but I couldn't find it.

He looked around, waved his hand, and took a bundle of silk from a stall selling cloth. He unfolded it, traced it with his fingers, and cut a long strip. After cleaning it, he created an arcane flame for disinfection and sterilization. He raised his hand and used this simple bandage to wrap the wound on Elisander's left leg, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

He split the remaining cloth in half, first cut off a corner, used magic to remove the velvet on the surface, turned it into a handkerchief that could wipe tears, and stuffed it into the girl's hand. Half of it was wrapped around the girl's body, and the other half was on the girl's hand. Under the influence of magic, it turned into a flying carpet. With a gentle lift from behind, Elisande was carried on it and followed behind Angmar.

The owner of the cloth stall looked at this miraculous scene with dumbfounded eyes.

Angmar glanced at the troll, thought for a moment, and moved his fingers. A roll of silk cloth cut and fit itself in mid-air, turning into a plain robe that fit the troll's figure perfectly without the need for cotton threads. , fell into the hands of the shocked stall owner.

Don't take other people's things for free.

"Take out your richest food and send out your best doctors. Before your Loa repairs my incarnation, I want to see this girl recover as before." Angmar said calmly.

"Yes, I will obey your will, great Loa." The troll priest bowed again.

The main road that runs from east to west of Zuldazar extends all the way out of the city, splits into two in front of a forest surrounded by mountains and rivers, and goes straight to the north and south.On the road, there was an endless stream of caravans. The tamed Direhorns took on the duties of the camel beast, carrying a large amount of cargo and moving slowly under the control of the rider.

One of the pieces of evidence further proves the current timeline.

Some of the camel beasts in the caravan were albino thunder dragons that should have been extinct long ago, with only one male and one female remaining.

Elisande had fallen into a deep sleep on the flying carpet, and her energy had been exhausted by her repeated miserable situations.Angmar sighed and turned his gaze to the forest.

Although it is close to the main road, in his perception, it is home to a variety of biological groups. Brontosaurus, Velociraptor, Direhorns and some herbivores jointly build a complete ecological chain. Since these species are No troll descends into the forest to disturb their existence among the children of Loa.

"Go back and tell your Loa that I will stay here."

With that said, Angmar waved and entered the forest with the flying carpet carrying Elisande.

While Lazan waits for Loa to repair his "physical body", he will study the way back here and figure out why he is so powerful in his soul state.