Rise of the blood elves

116 despicable

Angmar could tell at a glance that the old man in front of him was in poor condition. There was unconcealable fatigue in his old eyes, which was obviously caused by the heavy workload recently.

While he was gone, it was Magister Carlyle who had been in charge of the Sunwell Sanctuary.Although we didn't get along with this old man for long, the latter's loyalty to Quel'Thalas and the Sunstrider royal family was obvious to all, and this man was worthy of trust.

He secretly lamented that Quel'dorei was able to establish a glorious magical civilization in the northern part of the continent that lasted for 7000 years, and it was indispensable without the efforts of generations of magisters.From the large-scale climate-changing spell that warms the entire forest, to the Bandinore Barrier that guards the entire country, it can be said that the talented group of magisters are the most responsible. They use knowledge and magic to bring blessings to the people. This is the charm of arcane magic.

"Master Carlyle, how are you doing recently? Has the Council given you any trouble?" As he spoke, Angmar walked towards the Holy Tree, which noticed his arrival. The golden branches and leaves automatically spread out bursts of golden light without wind, covering the entire area. The space is illuminated as bright as day.

Magister Carlyle deserves the title of "Master". He is a scholar-type magister who specializes in academic research all his life. He has made many contributions and is highly respected.

"With Miss Anveena here, no matter how courageous the parliament is, they will not dare to touch the Sunwell and the Holy Tree." Carlyle replied with a smile. He watched Angmar walk towards the Holy Tree and put his palm on the Holy Tree. On the branches.

At that moment, the golden branches and leaves of the sacred tree Sasiala moved automatically without wind, spreading bursts of golden light, illuminating the entire night sky as bright as day.The immeasurable magic power in the well spread far away through the holy tree, forming an energy ring invisible to the naked eye, which soon spread to the entire Sunwell Highlands.

Angmar only felt that the essence of the holy tree in his body surged violently, and seemed to be emitting a comfortable "heny".His mental power increased hundreds to thousands of times, and everything he could sense was reached by the energy of the Sunwell.

In his mind, a picture of the land in the north of Quel'Thalas was slowly outlined. The warm wind of Sunseeker Island blew through his body. Many new mages were receiving training from their mentors on the flat grass; Silver Moon The bustling crowds in the city could be heard, and from time to time a few migratory birds that had just returned from the south flew through the air, carrying branches in their mouths to build their nests under the eaves of a certain house.

Magister Carlyle looked at the shocking scene in front of him. While sighing in his heart, he said worriedly: "Three Seats of Angmar, you shouldn't be here. The Parliament has listed you as the most wanted criminal, and everyone is Looking for your whereabouts"

But then the old man's expression froze, he stopped talking abruptly, smiled self-deprecatingly, and threw all his worries behind his mind. Under the cover of the energy of the well water, who could find the three seats of Angma who were almost the incarnation of the holy tree just installed? The energy fluctuations rising from Gema's body shocked even a well-informed high-level mage like him.With the blessing of the Holy Tree, even if Angmar appeared openly in front of others, he would run rampant on the island of Quel'Danas.

Who can stop me

The powerful feeling of omniscience disappeared instantly, and Angmar turned back and asked: "Do you believe the so-called truth of the Parliament?"

The old man shook his head and said without thinking: "Of course I don't believe it. The Parliament is deliberately covering up the truth, and their intentions are known to everyone. But they control half of the kingdom's army, and their power cannot be underestimated. We have no ability to reveal the truth, we can only We hope for a smooth transition of power and don’t let the Scourge Legion in the south seize any opportunities.”

Angmar nodded, Carlyle was right.

First, the disaster of destroying the country came, and the blood elves had not yet recovered their strength. Then they suffered such a heavy blow in the Battle of Dalaran. The prince and a group of top warriors disappeared, and the kingdom's top elite troops were all destroyed.

Magister Carlyle's ideas can basically represent the vast majority of people.It's not that they can't see the perverse behavior of the Parliament, nor that they don't want to safeguard the royal power of the Sunstrider royal family and resist the usurpation and suppression of the conservative nobles.

Because everyone knows that today's blood elves can no longer afford any sacrifices.

The undead in the south are watching with eager eyes. If there is another civil strife among the blood elves, once the powerful enemy is given any opportunity to take advantage of it, the third disaster will surely strike in an unstoppable manner. At that time, the divided blood elves will be destroyed again. How to withstand the torrent of natural disasters

In the face of a racial crisis, these wise people had to exercise restraint, which gave the conservative aristocrats an opportunity.

"What the blood elves need is Prince Kael'thas, and what they need is a high degree of unity and centralization. The conservative nobles are not united within themselves. Even if they really take power, it is foreseeable that our clan's power will be in endless internal friction. The losses are huge. Are you really relieved to leave the fate of the kingdom in the hands of those unscrupulous careerists?"

"This is also a helpless move, but now" the old man looked at Angmar, his eyes gradually brightened, and the light of hope flickered, "we have welcomed back a person who has the ability to end this turmoil."

"I, Master Carlyle, am just the guardian of the sacred tree and the prince's advisor. I can't promise anything, but I will do my best to dedicate my life's strength to the people of the tribe to return to the right path. For this, I need your help."

Magister Carlyle took a deep breath, the joy in his eyes was beyond words. Under the light of the holy tree, he nodded heavily.

"I will pass the news to all my colleagues who are loyal to the prince. I hope you can surprise us, Lord Three Seats."

While the two were talking, Angmar's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace of breath being exposed. Even Carlyle, who was so close, could not detect his trace.

Magister Carlyle was still confused. It took more than ten seconds to realize that someone appeared in his range of perception, followed by dense footsteps.He couldn't help but sigh at Angmar's strength again, calmed down his expression, and then turned to face the person.

I saw Magister Leonard and Magister Norton of the Lan Kong family leading a group of guards to walk quickly. Leonard asked head on: "Master Carlyle, what happened just now?"

Apparently they were attracted by the energy fluctuations of the Holy Tree that erupted not long ago.

"It's just a normal energy disorder." Carlyle said as he picked up an arcane crystal and debugged the energy-guiding array that was slightly damaged in the energy burst. It was no different from the usual work, no fake color. He asked back: "On the contrary, Leonard and Norton, the two adults brought so many armed guards to my place, are they planning to drive me away and take over the Sunwell Temple?"

His tone was extremely indifferent, and he didn't give any face at all.

Although Leonard and Norton belong to the same group of magisters, they have no real talent and knowledge, and they are both loyal supporters of the old school.One was from a vassal family of the Suiyun family, and the other was from the Lankong family. After the prince disappeared, he bribed many of his colleagues under the instructions of their respective families, leaving the entire group of magisters in a mess, and was very despised.

"How could it be possible?" Leonard, the leader, sneered. Faced with Carlyle's questioning, he really had nothing to do.Carlyle is one of the few high-level magisters left today, and he is also the main person in charge of the Sunwell Temple. It would be impossible without him.

No matter how stupid the conservative nobles are, they will not ignore the importance of the Sunwell, so they have been trying to win over this respected old magician, hoping to take control of the Sunwell and the Holy Tree, which are crucial to the tribe.It's just that the latter has always treated them with unabashed contempt and resistance, which makes them very helpless.

"We are just worried and came to check on the situation. Excuse me, Master Carlyle." Leonard curtly saluted, turned around and led the others away.

Carlyle did not raise his head and continued to be immersed in his work, ignoring the two of them.

The guards followed Leonard and left one after another, but Norton stopped where he was and stared at the sacred tree for a long time. His dull expression made it unclear what he was thinking.It wasn't until Carlyle showed displeasure and was about to drive away the people that he spoke meaningfully: "Master Carlyle, the council has given us permission to arrest the family members of the three Angmar seats. I think it's best for you to come along. "

Before he finished speaking, Norton suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He couldn't help but look around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing everywhere.Just now, he had the illusion that there was some powerful being staring at him with an extremely dangerous gaze.

"What?" Carlyle became furious after hearing this, threw away the arcane crystal with a snap, and asked loudly: "Don't you have a limit? Even if Sanxi is really guilty, what does it have to do with his relatives?"

Norton touched the back of his neck, trying to calm down his shock, and whispered in a voice that only "the two of them" could hear: "Master Carlyle, this is the decision of the council. I have no choice but to implement it. I I have something to say to you, please listen.”

His eyes were sincere and pleading.

Magister Carlyle couldn't help but glance at the place where Angmar disappeared, stared at Norton for a long time, finally made a decision, straightened his clothes and stepped forward.

"Lead the way, and your cunning words can be spoken on the road. I will never allow the council to do such a despicable act."