Rise of the blood elves

130 A conversation spanning thousands of years

Dath'Remar

Angmar was shocked and had no intention of admiring Azshara's beauty, and instead looked at the night elf standing with his hands tied.

He actually met the founder of the kingdom of Quel'Thalas

Yes, Dath'Remar was once an upper elf among the night elves, a high-ranking noble, deeply valued and favored by Queen Azshara, until the queen was obsessed with the "charm" of the Dark Titan and could not extricate herself. Dath'Remar He came to his senses completely, led a group of followers to rescue the captured Tyrande, and defected to join the coalition of nations fighting to save the world at that time.

From this point of view, this scene should have happened before the ancient war. He could not determine the specific time.

When he saw Dath'Remar taking out a curved dagger that was exactly the same as Flamestrike and walking towards the Well of Eternity, as if he was about to soak the dagger in the lake, he took a breath of cold air. gas.

This is how Flame Strike was cast

Wait, there is no such history at all

Even though there are very few records about this artifact, and most of them are unclear, he also knows that Flamestrike was only made by a magic craftsman named Luminarian, and what does it have to do with the Well of Eternity?

If the power of the Well of Eternity was really mixed into the casting process of this artifact, how could it be so weak that it could be broken by Frostmourne?

And what's going on with that guy who looks a lot like a high elf? This was 1 years ago, before the high elves evolved from the night elves appeared. After searching through the memory, Angmar couldn't even think of 1 years. It's absolutely impossible that any creature looked like this before.

"Thank you for your generosity, Her Majesty the Queen, for giving me the opportunity to complete this magical blade revealed in dreams. In fact, if it weren't for your staff, I would not have the courage to confess to Master Luminarian that this short sword The shape is what I dreamed of."

Dath'Remar Sunstrider walked to the side of the tall, white-skinned man, turned around and bowed respectfully to Azshara, thanked her, and then joked.

Azshara is the supreme queen of the night elves. Being able to talk to the queen in such a relaxed and natural manner shows that Dath'Remar has a very high status. This seems to be different from Angmar's impression.He remembered that Dath'Rema was an upper elf, but she was only a middle-ranking one and should not be so close to the queen.

Angmar looked at the tall, white-skinned man by the lake who had his back turned to him. This guy who was casting a spell to communicate with the Well of Eternity was Azshara's staff. Could it be that he also had the dual identity of a male favorite?

He couldn't help but become playful.

After all, as the most powerful queen in Azeroth at that time, Azshara tried her best to enjoy herself in luxury. Perhaps it was not surprising that she kept a male favorite.The high-class elves of that era were famous for their corrupt lives.

"But he is indeed beautiful, isn't he?" Azshara said as she walked towards the Well of Eternity. Her round and slender figure loomed under her long tulle skirt in her gait, and her every move was extremely alluring.I don't know if this is talking about the flaming strike in Dath'Rema's hand, or the white-skinned staff who is casting a spell.

Angmar suddenly realized when he found that Azshara's eyes had never left Baipi for a moment.He couldn't help but be very curious about this guy's appearance, and wanted to go around to the front to see what he looked like, but for some reason, his mental perspective was firmly fixed behind a few people, unable to move or turn, so he had to give up. .

"Everything beautiful in this world is eclipsed by your light, Your Majesty."

Dath'Remar bowed again.

These words were spoken naturally, without the slightest hint of flattery. Azshara was truly so beautiful.Angmar glanced at Azshara, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly. He didn't feel that Dath'Rema was flattering him at all, he was just stating an obvious fact.

Azshara smiled softly after hearing the words. Her pink shoulders that were not covered by the tube top tulle became even more beautiful when loosened. Then she took a few steps forward to stand side by side with the staff member, turning her head slightly to look at him. Her profile was perfect. Can be picky.

What a complete beauty.

"Is your magic ready? My staff, you always amaze me. This unheard-of spell-casting skill is really pleasing to the eye. I am very curious about where the magical energy in your body that is very similar to the Well of Eternity comes from. And you never tell me where you are from, and no one has ever made me so curious."

Heavy fog rose in the scene, and Azshara's soft voice, like the whisper of wind in the forest, gradually became inaudible. Angmar only heard the first few words and slowly moved away from the scene.He desperately wanted to stay and witness the casting process of Flame Strike and see who the white-skinned man was, because this figure always gave him a very familiar feeling.It seems like I have seen it somewhere, but it also seems like I have never seen it before. I can’t explain it. It’s so weird.

It's a pity that all efforts were of no avail, and he withdrew from this scene.

"Of course, Your Majesty the Queen. I named this brand new spell the spell of time and space. It is a true spell of time and space. No one has the unique soul to master this skill except me. It is different from the arcane magic under your command. The time and space distortion mastered by the master is just a superficial use of time, and it is difficult to reach the palace of arcane magic. As for my homeland."

In the scene, the words of the staff made the mage attendants standing not far behind Azshara frown and show their displeasure, but they hid their expressions well, and before the staff turned around, they returned to their original expressions. He looked very respectful, lowering his head and not daring to look directly into the latter's eyes.

"Your Majesty, I come from the far east. It is a forest that is warm as spring all year round. In the forest, the orioles are singing and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The beautiful capital of our tribe is located at the northern end of the forest surrounded by trees. Perhaps it cannot compare with your unique one in the world. It’s a palace, but it’s enough to make me proud.”

The staff member turned around and smiled at Azshara.

The Elf Queen glanced sideways at him with a smile on her lips, her silver eyes extremely beautiful, "That's the same rhetoric again. My Lord Elune, when will you reveal your true feelings to me? Well, then let me see how you are the best." The magic casting process of the empire. I heard that even Luminarian wants to become your disciple."

Dath'Rema handed over the Flame Strike at the right time, then bowed and retreated to the corridor in the distance, looking here from a distance.

The staff member took the flaming red curved dagger and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "I will do my best. It will be a supreme sharp blade. After thousands of years, it will finally be It will bring salvation to a race that has gone through a lot of suffering.”

Azshara's pointed ears moved, and she asked softly: "Is this the future you saw with the time spell again?"

He shook his head and turned around to face the endless black lake, his eyes lost in thought as he didn't know what he was thinking.

"That's not what I saw, Your Majesty. No."

He threw the flame strike far away and cast a spell to float it in mid-air in the distance.With a finger in the distance, the complex spells that had been arranged were running at full speed, the profound runes lit up one after another, and several water dragons appeared on the majestic water of the Well of Eternity, turning from thick to thin, and all gathered into the fiery red dagger.

The consciousness shuttles rapidly through the spiritual world, just like being thrown into the toilet and rinsed back and forth several times. It is earth-shaking, dizzy and dizzy.

"Three Seats of Angama, Three Seats," someone called him next to him.

With a flick of the brush, Angmar woke up.He shook his head, his mind was empty, and he looked around blankly, and found several magisters and Lor'themar Theron surrounding him, their eyes constantly darting back and forth between him and his palms, their faces full of disbelief.

In the corner of the hall, Anweina, whose white dress was stained with the devil's green blood, suddenly teleported over. She was holding on to the wall with a slight breath, and cast a confused look at him.The slender little hand flashed with light, and a ball of magical energy taken from Angmar's body appeared.

She closed her eyes and carefully understood the composition of the magic power in her palm. After a while, she opened her mouth wide and looked at Angmar with a dull expression. Her expression was very tangled and painful, as if she was racking her brains to search for long-standing memories, but she could not find them. An answer that satisfies yourself.

Angmar suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the Flame Strike in his hand.

There was not a single crack on the fiery red sword blade, and it was emitting far more powerful magic waves than before.

What's going on? Why did the Flame Strike return to its original state?

"Who forged Flamestrike?" he suddenly asked.

Idonis was confused by the question, but he still answered: "He is the most famous mage craftsman in the Night Elf Empire, Queen Azshara's staff and chief court mage."

"Where's the name?"

"I don't know, there is no record in the history books."

"Isn't it Luminarian?"

"It's not him. Luminarian only completed the casting of the shape of Flame Strike, and is not its final maker."

"The most favored mage around Azshara is not Xavis"

Idonis shook his head again, "Havis can only be ranked second. The unknown mage who was annihilated in the long river of time is the Queen's most favored person. He is said to stand at the pinnacle of the arcane field of that era. The first legendary mage. It’s a pity that he disappeared as soon as the War of the Ancients ended.”

Angmar frowned in confusion, puzzled.

This is not the history he is familiar with, how could something like this happen?