Rise of the blood elves

Escorted by a group of royal guards, Angmar arrived in the carriage specially prepared for him by Ferguson and had been waiting in the side hall for several hours.

Angmar spent the first hour waiting.

As long as he met Tyrande and chatted with him for a few words, he could roughly judge the era he was in and how far away he was from the outbreak of the War of the Ancients.

But he was worried that Tyrande had not yet become a Priestess of the Moon, and had not taken up a position in the Moon Temple in Suramar City at all.

It wasn't until several priests mentioned in the conversation that Tyrande asked for leave to leave the city that a stone fell in Angmar's heart.

During this period, he had been in a meditative state, using his spiritual power to explore every inch of his soul, hoping to find the power of his soul state.

Angmar is very self-aware. He is still at the epic level and is about to touch the edge of the legendary realm.

Although with the addition of the Sunwell Essence and the Power of Time, his combat power is comparable to that of a legendary strongman, he should never possess such majestic soul power.

While in Zuldazar, the powerful pleasure of summoning the necromantic energy with a wave of his hand, and using his vast spiritual power to control the arcane energy at the most subtle level was simply unparalleled, and Angmar still remembers it with endless aftertaste.

This is totally unreasonable.

Angmar's limited knowledge about the soul realm could not find the root of the problem at all.

But traveling to this world is an unreasonable thing in itself.

He could only use these words to deal with himself, and then thought about how to start his journey to ancient times.

Finding a way to send a warning to his own timeline and expose Onyxia's conspiracy would only be a distant idea.

"Time" is not a power that mortals can easily fathom. Angmar's understanding of the power of time is still limited to controlling the speed of time passing around him. Speeding up and slowing down can significantly improve actual combat capabilities, nothing more. .

In the battle of Mount Hyjal, being able to catch Alsace by surprise, who was far stronger than him, is the best example.

It will be a very long task to study the power of time in the body, or even find a way to penetrate the long river of time and send the message back.

Soul and time are Angmar's best means to improve his strength in the coming catastrophe.

Compared with these two points, continuing to study the arcane method carefully is undoubtedly the most unpalatable way.Because it often takes decades, or even hundreds of years, to become a magic master like Kael'thas, talent, hard work and time are all indispensable, but Angmar has no talent at all.

The path of intensively studying magic is not going to work.

In the Arcane Way, his only advantage lies in the magic affinity physique given to him by the Sunwell Essence.Finding ways to enhance the power of the Sunwell Essence, applying it to spells, and then enhancing the power of the spells is the best way to survive this catastrophe.

After arriving in Suramar City, he felt the inexplicable attraction coming from the direction of the Well of Eternity two thousand kilometers away.

It's as if the arcane source leaked from Azeroth is calling me.

No matter what, he felt that he had to go to the Well of Eternity, which was heavily protected by the Kaldorei Empire. This might be the opportunity for the essence of the Sunwell to transform again.

The vision of Flamestrike showed that he would eventually become a popular figure next to Azshara, helping Dath'Remar Sunstrider, who was the Highborne Court Mage at this time and the founder of the later Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, to forge Flamestrike.

But how to embark on this path requires doing it yourself.Fortunately, the road is clear, and Angmar has made a good start for himself.

He already had a rough plan in mind.

The sound of soft footsteps came, and Tyrande walked into the side hall with some hesitation, bowed slightly and said:

"grown ups."

Angmar opened his eyes, waved away the guards who insisted on following him to protect him, stood up and faced Tyrande, and looked at him carefully.

Wearing a plain white priest's robe with bare arms and a waning moon headdress, he is tall and stands like a pure lily in bud under the moonlight.Perhaps due to being bathed in Elune's radiance all year round, she carries a holy aura that is as if it were born from heaven.

I have to say that Tyrande was very beautiful when she was young.

Angmar nodded and saluted gracefully, "Priestess."

"What do you want from me?"

Tyrande, who was still confused, felt very uncomfortable. She didn't even recognize this alien visitor who had been waiting for her for several hours.

"I wish you could lead my prayer ceremony," Angmar said.

prayer

Tyrande was even more confused. Except for the night elves, no race believed in Elune.

What's more, this alien is also a mage.

In recent years, with the vigorous development of arcane magic, many night elf mages who originally believed in Elune have begun to adhere to atheism.Although she still respects the priestess for her healing powers, she no longer regards Elune as the supreme goddess.This is also the main reason why Tyrande agrees with Malfurion's remarks about "the people have changed".

It was a bit incredible for a foreigner, a mage, and to recognize the moon goddess Elune Tyrande.

She couldn't help but look back at the high-ranking priestess Dijana who was standing at the door of the side hall. The latter's eyes were full of worry, and she was obviously wary of this alien, but she still nodded towards her.

Seeing this, Tyrande took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in her heart, turned around and walked up to the prayer platform in the side hall, and asked:

"Okay, what do you want to pray for?"

"Answer."

Angmar answered softly, took a few steps forward, and looked up at the statue of Elune.

The origin of this moon goddess is very mysterious. There are various speculations about her in the world. Some people think that she is actually the star soul bred in Azeroth. Some people say that she may be someone in The Endless who does not belong to the pantheon. The mighty titan.

No matter what, Elune does exist.It's just that no one has been lucky enough to see her true appearance. This statue is just imagined and shaped by the night elves through the highest definition of "beauty".

It is undeniable that Elune does not seem to dislike the image of herself in the minds of the believers.

A ray of bright moonlight shone down from the opening at the top of the side hall, forming a pillar of light that completely encompassed the statue.On the statue, Angmar felt an indescribable energy, calm, distant, and warm.

"I long for the light of Elune to illuminate the way forward for me, a lost traveler, so that I can find the direction forward." Angmar continued.

Tyrande nodded, closed his eyes and rested for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, his expression had become sacred and clear, and he said softly:

"Please recite the prayer Elune with me. I humbly ask for your attention."

"Elune, I humbly ask for your attention."

Angmar knelt down on one knee towards the statue. If Tyrande said something, he would follow suit.

After a while, the long prayer was finished.

The bright moonlight emerged from Angmar's body, and then disappeared instantly. Angmar's breath became clear, as if some filth in his body had been washed away.

Tyrande and High Priestess Dejana exchanged a look of surprise, one that few could elicit such a strong response from Elune.What's even more unexpected is that this person is a foreigner of unknown origin.

"You are pious, my lord." Tyrande said respectfully.

Angmar stood up, saluted, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the temple, "Thank you for your prayers, priestess. Goodbye."

In fact, as early as Tyrande had just returned and talked with the high-level priestess, Angmar had heard the important information he needed through his hearing ability enhanced by arcane magic.

The Stormrage brothers just lost their parents.

History has never mentioned the parents of the Stormrage brothers, and there is no record of them in the War of the Ancients.It can be basically concluded that Brother Stormrage's parents had already passed away before the War of the Ancients, and they probably died quite some time ago.

From this, Angmar has preliminarily determined the era he is in.It should be several years before Azshara decides to summon the Burning Legion.

Tyrande looked at Angmar's back in confusion. Suddenly, a voice sounded in her heart:

"The catastrophe is coming, and you must be prepared. Your childhood sweethearts, Brother Stormrage, must also overcome the grief of losing their parents and face the coming catastrophe. The lives of the three of you are destined to be extraordinary."

Tyrande was startled and quickly chased after him, only to find that the coachman had already waved his whip and drove away in the carriage.

"What's wrong, Tyrande?" Dijana came to her side and asked worriedly.

Tyrande pursed her lips and shook her head.

"It's nothing."