Rise of the blood elves

112 Life is like a play

The atmosphere became tense in vain.

The four well-trained guards reacted very quickly. They quickly stepped forward and entered the Forbidden Demon Realm. They got close to less than half a meter away from Angmar and put their weapons on his neck.

The bright long swords reflected the cold light, and these four people were obviously well-trained.

But then they discovered that the expression of the trapped mage had not changed from the beginning to the end, and he did not seem to be worried about his situation at all.

The guard captain who brought Angmar earlier noticed one detail. The hair on the back of Angmar's neck was soft and stuck to his skin. This was not a proper sign of being controlled by others.

The guard captain frowned, feeling the extremely stagnant flow of mana in the forbidden magic realm.Although they are all warriors, blood elves are born with magic, and their sensitivity to it is far beyond that of ordinary races.After confirming that the Forbidden Demon Realm was indeed in full operation, the guard not only did not feel at ease, but became even more suspicious.

Angmar was too calm.

The guard captain raised his head and cast a questioning look full of doubts at Special Envoy Motley.

Special Envoy Motley chuckled twice, waved his hand to indicate that he should not be nervous, and looked at Angmar with helpless eyes, like looking at an ignorant child.

"My dear Mr. Sanxi, youth is not the reason for your ignorance. Since you can tell that this is the realm of forbidden magic, you can't help but know that it is the nemesis of the mage. Even a layman like me knows that the forbidden magic is our clan's One of the highest achievements in the field of arcane research, even the spellbreaker's counter-spell casting techniques were developed based on this theory."

Envoy Motley smiled, picked out a piece of cream cake from the dessert plate on the table, put it into his mouth, and raised his hand to Angmar.

"If you don't believe it, you can try it. If you can cast half a spell, my name will be written upside down."

Suddenly there was a burst of magic fluctuations in the position, and Angmar's figure began to blur. This was clearly a precursor to casting a teleportation spell.

Special Envoy Motley seemed to have a plan in mind. Under his gaze, the four personal guards did not stop him and just sat back and watched everything happen in front of them.

Two seconds later, the Forbidden Demon Realm flashed with light, stopping the nearly completed teleportation spell. The magic fluctuations subsided. The young man on the seat gasped for air and looked at his hands in disbelief. He was extremely shocked. .

"No, it's impossible. I know it. I know it."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Hahaha" the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed and happy. Not only Special Envoy Motley was laughing, but the four personal guards were also laughing.

The guard captain inadvertently glanced at the back of Angmar's neck, where the hair was still soft.

It turned out to be a soft-headed guard captain thought to himself.He felt that he was simply too sensitive.He smiled mockingly to himself, put all his original doubts behind him, and exited the forbidden magic realm that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at Angmar again, there is no sign of composure at all.

"Okay, I surrender. What does the council need from me?" Angmar lowered his hands in frustration, with deep frustration in every word and action.

Special Envoy Motley sighed: "Flowers in the greenhouse will never grow big. Without His Highness, you are nothing. I really don't understand what happened to His Highness that he would obey the advice of a young boy like you."

He sat directly on the table, clapped his hands, and said: "Then let's talk about cooperation. It's very simple, admit guilt, admit the prince's fallacy in public, and blame the radicalism of the new faction for causing us heavy losses. You will Become a propaganda tool for the Parliament, and maybe you can avoid jail when we are satisfied.”

"You are just a special envoy. Why should I believe your words? I need the guarantee of a formal member of the parliament, otherwise I will never act according to the order."

Special Envoy Motley thrust his slender fingers into the Forbidden Demon Realm and said meaningfully: "Young man, do you think you are still qualified to negotiate terms with us?"

Angmar's body shook, and he immediately held his head in pain, "Okay, I will do it. You need me to criticize the policies of the New Faction and shake the prince's rule, right?"

He thought for a while and continued: "But the prince's prestige in the eyes of the people is so high that it is difficult to change his image in a short time. I suggest that you start with the prince's cronies and the military, including those advisers. By the way, the prince is missing. The incident was confused into a man-made conspiracy, creating several behind-the-scenes masterminds who could arouse public condemnation and resentment, in order to divert the public's attention and make them ignore the fact that the conservative nobles were suppressing the new sect. As for the group of magisters, they Losing the leader will naturally not be a problem.”

Motley burst into laughter. Angmar's position changed so quickly that even Motley, who was accustomed to intrigues and intrigues, was moved by it.

This young man is so interesting.

He showed a satisfied smile and said repeatedly: "You are very smart, indeed very smart. No wonder you can win the favor of the prince. Yes, but of course you have to be the mastermind behind this. When the people find out that the hero they admire is actually Shi tut is the culprit who caused the prince’s disappearance.”

Motley noticed that Angmar seemed to have accepted his fate, and then said: "You are very good at judging the situation. This is what a smart person does. His Highness the Prince has come to an end, and a new kingship is about to rise. I will give you a Promise, if you successfully complete your mission, I promise not to let you die in the prison of Silvermoon City, but to spend the rest of your life in a manor with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. How about it?"

Before Angmar answered, Special Envoy Motley added: "Don't question my words. Just because I am a confidant of Speaker Randolph and a candidate for the eighth parliamentary seat, I have the ability to fulfill my commitments, and what I want , it’s just that you serve me wholeheartedly.”

"Randolph Broken Cloud," Angmar said thoughtfully, "I heard that he became the Speaker of the Parliament. He was an ambitious noble. I never thought you would serve him. The Broken Cloud family is powerful. His ambition is not just as simple as promoting joint rule as speaker. Even if you become a member of the parliament, you will not be able to escape the fate of being manipulated by others."

Motley's face turned cold when he was told the central issue. He bowed forward, looked directly at Angmar in the Forbidden Demon Realm, and said: "Don't talk nonsense. It's true that the Suiyun family is powerful, Lan Kong The family has a great say in the magister community, and has also taken the lead in the search and rescue work in Tarren Mill. But I have nothing, so you are the trump card in my hand. Dear Lord Three Seats."

Angmar blinked and asked again: "After the Silver Moon Parliament takes power, how do you ensure your status? I think there will be a lot of open and covert fighting among the seven members. Tell me some of the members who are against you, including those who Those who are still loyal to the prince, perhaps we can bring down these people first.”

Motley snorted coldly, and the names of two congressmen who had always been against him and all the conservative nobles came to mind, and he cursed them angrily.

"In addition to them, there are also the upstart Lor'themar, Halduron, these damn rangers, including those Blood Knights, and other high-ranking military officials. They are all stubborn stinkers. But this is not your business, prisoner." Special Envoy Motley Gritting his teeth, he turned to a personal guard and said, "Go and prepare the portal. We will return to Quel'Thalas immediately."

"Yes, sir." The guard took the order and left.

Looking back again, Motley looked at Angmar who happened to raise his head. The latter's eyes were full of teasing, which made him very puzzled.

"Thank you for telling me this." A bright smile broke out on Angmar's face.

"Um"

The cold light suddenly appeared, and Angmar's movements were so fast that no one could see clearly.

The crisp sound of weapons touching suddenly sounded. Motley watched helplessly as his ace, using a rune sword that exuded the coldness of the forest, swept away the weapon of the personal guard. By the time everyone reacted, Angmar had disappeared in the teleportation In the radiance of magic.

"{Д}," It was the turn of Special Envoy Litmo's expression to become more exciting. He stared at the empty Forbidden Demon Realm in stunned silence and murmured: "This, how is this possible?"

The guard captain had just resisted most of the "Trapped Man's" strength, and the right hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.He looked at the huge gap on the weapon's edge in disbelief and couldn't help but swallow.

"Sir, he seems to have run away."