Rise of the blood elves

243 [The former guardian who was persuaded]

Angmar heard the words and followed him, looking around curiously as he walked.

It can be seen that Aegwynn is very happy here, at least he is self-sufficient.He grows his own vegetables, raises his own pigs, and there is a hand-woven wicker chair outside the door. There are also some wooden sculptures placed on the small square table that is obviously made with tools rather than magic.

Except for the barrier that covers this place, everything has nothing to do with magic.

It is hard to imagine that the most powerful mage in Azeroth lived such an ordinary life in retirement in his later years.

"Crench."

Aegwynn opened the door of the cabin and turned to look at Angmar.She has a rare height for human women, almost as tall as Angmar. Her face is full of wrinkles. The Sichuan lines between her eyebrows and the nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth make her look very majestic. Her peaceful green eyes are twinkling. With the wisdom brought by experience, it seems that he has experienced too many storms in his life and has become calm about anything.

Like Jaina who met Aegwynn by chance in the official history, Angmar was also very sure that Aegwynn must have been a heroic beauty when she was young.

"What's your name, blood elf?" Aegwynn asked.

It seemed that she was not ignorant of what was happening in the outside world. Angmar nodded respectfully and replied: "Angmar Morningstar, my dear lady."

When facing Aegwynn, no matter how high his status is, even Malfurion, who has lived for more than 1 years, or Anastarian, the former king of the blood elves, must be respected.

Because she is the most powerful mage in Azeroth. She has already reached a level that is beyond the reach of ordinary people and has touched the limits of the arcane field.Perhaps she made many mistakes during her 800 years of life extended by magic, but her contribution to Azeroth is indelible.

In fact, the reason why she is so old now is because a year ago, the spell she used to stay young was reversely restored to the essential arcane energy. Glass controlled Medivh's soul and resurrected it.

Otherwise she would never grow old.

"Come in, Angmar Morningstar," Aegwynn nodded and walked towards the house, "Don't be surprised, if I don't invite you like this, you will be torn to pieces by defensive magic when you enter, regardless of the sunwell in your body. How rich the essence is.”

Angmar secretly lamented that Aegwynn was indeed the most powerful mage in history, and his inseparable relationship with the Sunwell could be seen at a glance.

He followed Aegwynn into the hut.

The furnishings in the cabin are very simple, including a single bed covered with clean blankets, a bookshelf filled with books, a table for eating, and a few chairs.There was a hollow in the middle of the floor, surrounded by a circle of raw stones that were blackened by the fire. On the fire in the middle was a bubbling iron pot. I didn't know what was cooking in the pot, but the whole room was filled with the smell of meat. , which greatly increases appetite.

Aegwin pointed to the chair at the door, then walked to the pot and sat on the floor. He put the rest of the vegetables aside and began to tear the cabbage in his arms. After washing it in the basin, he put it into the pot.

Angmar suddenly realized that his previous judgment was wrong.Cabbage cannot grow in the barren soil of Durotar without the help of magic.

"How did you find this place?" Aegwynn scooped out a spoonful of broth, put it into his mouth to taste, then smiled with satisfaction, and sprinkled a pinch of spices into it.

"It was the prophet Medivh who guided me here." Angmar said the excuse he had thought of for a long time.

Aegwynn chuckled when he heard this, shook his head and said: "What a terrible lie, Mad would not do this."

There was an air of conviction in his tone.

Angmar twirled his fingers in embarrassment. Seeing that Aegwin was still concentrating on preparing the broth, with no intention of going into details, he relaxed and groped for a moment in the enchanted space bag, and took out a few pieces of precious cloth with elegant style;

Some of the plant seeds that asked Istaria to cast a growth-promoting spell will grow into a pleasant sea of ​​flowers after being planted; some are crop seeds from the Eastern Continent.

Some fresh fruits preserved by cryogenic spells, which are only produced in Yongsong Forest, have been exported to the seven human countries and have become so famous that only nobles can afford them;

As well as some manuscripts of classical novels that can be used to pass the time. The most famous calligraphy master in Quel'Thalas worked hard to copy the manuscripts of classical novels. They are also hardcover. The cover is made of enchanted mithril, which is light and wear-resistant, and the pages are The low-light enchantment is permanently solidified, allowing reading in a dark environment and protecting eyesight. The cost of each copy is no less than a high-end staff.

"These are some gifts I brought to you, madam. I don't know if you like them or not." Angma said naively.

Since we are visiting someone's home and asking for help, how can we come empty-handed?

Choosing these gifts really took a lot of thought.The items chosen would both bring pleasure to Aegwynn's seclusion and be so sophisticated that even the pickiest of tastes would find fault with them. You would never find them in Kalimdor.

After all, Aegwynn is already very old, and the power of the guardian has been passed on to Medivh. The remaining mana in his body has rapidly declined after losing his youth. It is no longer possible to travel between the continents like a young mage.

However, he also understood that no matter how good the gift was, it was only a foreign object and could not influence any of the former guardian's decisions.

But it is enough to beautify the first impression.

Seeing Aegwynn's eyes soften, Angmar knew that he was right.

What interested Aegwynn the most were obviously the seeds. After taking them, he held them in his hands and squinted at them. From time to time, he reached out and fiddled with them, "Oh, these are the seeds of the golden fragrant flower. You are such a careful young man. Thank you, I'm very happy." Love your gift."

After putting away the cloth and putting the books on the shelves, Aegwynn returned his attention to the broth on the fire.

"So, Beloir is dead," she suddenly said for no reason.

Angmar was stunned, and then realized that Aegwynn made his judgment based on the robe he was wearing, which originally belonged to the great mage Belovar.

He nodded.

"The Grand Magister died in the battle to defend Quel'Danas Island, killing hundreds of undead before dying."

"You have lost a great leader."

Regarding the High Elf Grand Magister, who was thousands of years older than him, Aegwynn's tone was like commenting on the outstanding child next door, and he did not take into account the feelings of the blood elves sitting in the room.

This is not just because of her aloof character, for a being like her, age has no meaning.She could use such a tone to evaluate any mortal in Azeroth.

"We have lost a lot in this war, but the blood elves are just a microcosm of all the races in Azeroth. All living beings are now trembling under the dark clouds of demons."

Angmar prepared a few words and then went straight to the point: "Madam, I am going to go to the seal of the incarnation of Sargeras to take out the Eye of Sargeras to use against Archimonde."

The hot soup Aegwynn sucked in her mouth suddenly choked in her throat. She coughed a few times, turned around and scolded: "No non-demon creature can control that wild demon artifact. Where did you learn about the seal?" Talk about one thing"

Aegwynn's figure suddenly disappeared, so fast that Angmar didn't see it clearly. By the time he reacted, a small wand had been pressed against his throat, and all his magic power was blocked, and even the essence of the Sunwell could not be used.

An extremely terrifying magical aura slowly rose from Aegwin's body.

Cold sweat streaked across Angmar's forehead. Ever since he entered the epic realm, with the essence of the Sunwell and the power of time at his side, he dared to fight face-to-face with even the top experts in the legend.

But Aegwynn completely cut off any possibility of resistance in an instant.

Moreover, Aegwynn has lost the power of the guardian and is already old.

This

Is this Aegwynn’s strength? It far exceeds the strength of top legends.

How strong would she have been in her prime?

Angmar felt that he had underestimated this guardian.

"Gollum."

Angmar's throat moved, and his Adam's apple pushed the tip of the wand downward.He suppressed the fear in his heart and pretended to be calm: "Madam, this is not important. What is important is that only in this way can we compete with Archimonde and the demon army of the Burning Legion."

"For countless years, the Titan Guardians have ignored everything that happened in Azeroth. The black dragon among the five-color dragon clan has long been corrupted. The blue dragon, green dragon and bronze dragon have other important matters. Only the red dragon is willing to fulfill them. What's the use of relying on the red dragon alone to fulfill our responsibilities? At this time, we can only save ourselves."

"In order to weave a spell that can destroy Archimonde, I gathered all the top magicians in the clan and won the help of the most outstanding magic master in the red dragon. But no one knows demons better than you, and no one knows more than you. To better understand how to use that demonic artifact, Azeroth needs you, respected Aegwynn."

After speaking, although Aegwynn's eyes were still full of doubt and anger, the wand moved away from Angmar's neck unknowingly.

Angmar opened his hands to show that he was not threatening, and slowly took out a small bottle from his arms. There was a small drop of dark-colored water at the bottom of the small bottle.

This is a small drop of water that he specially dispensed from a vial containing water from the Well of Eternity.

"This is a drop of magic water from the Well of Eternity. You must be able to use it to restore your former glory."

"Slick boy," Aegwynn interrupted with a frown, and stabbed Angmar's throat hard with the wand again, "Don't think I don't know that you still have a whole bottle of well water hidden in your arms. You clearly want to Use it to power the Eye of Sargeras' spells."

Angmar hurriedly shook his head and said: "Yes, but you should not grow old like this. World-destroying disasters will follow one after another. The world needs the Parliament of Tirisfal, and even more so a selfless and magnificent guardian like you."

"Grumpy"

Having said that, Aegwynn still put away her hostility and started thinking.

Angmar knew that Aegwynn, who had once stood on the top of the mortal world, could understand that what he said was true after a moment's thought. He was shocked and angry because he couldn't figure out how he knew where he hid in seclusion and the tomb of Sargeras. One thing.

Angmar gestured toward the fire, and a ball of quicksand came out of his hand, wrapping the fire inside.

In the spherical space where the quicksand flows, the firewood burned rapidly, and soon it turned into black charcoal. The broth in the iron pot also bubbled many times faster. The soup quickly evaporated and reduced its juice, gradually changing from soup to soup. Stewed randomly, it turned into thick roasted meat

Such a vision shocked Aegwynn to take a breath and turned back to look at Angmar in disbelief.

No one can touch the realm of time, not even the guardian of Tirisfal, nor the most powerful wizard among mortals, but the time spell just appeared in front of her eyes, changing the speed of time passing in a small space. How could she not be shocked

"You don't have to question my motives. Everything I know is a fragment of the past and future seen through time magic."

Angmar explained in due course.

The doubts in Aegwynn's eyes finally dissipated, and he shook his head and murmured: "Blood Elf, you are indeed very special. But it is impossible for the Titan Guardian and the Dragon Clan to turn a blind eye to this level of disaster. I am no longer that person. Guardian, take this vial back."

Angmar asked: "Are you going to bet the survival of the world on those beings who don't know whether they will come? If things go against your wishes, the world will be destroyed in the wrath of Sargeras. Our destiny must be controlled. In your own hands, are you willing to die alone here and watch all this happen, Guardian?"

"enough"

Aegwynn was unbearable and angrily grabbed the small bottle containing a small drop of well water and began to push Angmar out: "Come on, hurry up, I accept your proposal, I also accepted the things, I will go, don't go any further You've already ruined a good pot of soup for me by annoying me, and you young mages will only cause trouble for others."

Aegwynn was not as strong as an old man at all, and he actually pushed Angmar out.

"boom"

The wooden door was slammed shut.

Angmar breathed a sigh of relief, bowed deeply towards the big wooden house and said: "Guardian, Azeroth will always remember your kindness."

"Get out"

A spoon was thrown out of the window. Angmar hurriedly dodged, but felt something was wrong after the dodge was normal. He turned back and caught the spoon before it hit the ground. The head of the spoon rushed out and the handle rushed in, respectfully. He placed the ground on the edge of the wooden house floor, then bowed again and left the barrier.

After Angmar left, the door opened.

With a smile in his eyes, Aegwynn stared meaningfully at the gradually disappearing portal at the edge of the barrier. He was completely different from before, and there was no hint of irritability on his face.

"It's really interesting. It turns out that the omnipotent prophet still has such a young and ignorant period."

She muttered helplessly to herself, raised her head and sighed, as if she remembered something from the past that she couldn't help but miss.

"Nielas, do you know that if he hadn't suddenly disappeared decades ago, Medivh's father would not be you."

Aegwynn suddenly smiled bitterly and tightened his grip on the vial in his hand.