Rise of the blood elves

"Master Angmar, if there is anything that cannot be missed in Suramar City, the top one is the Miracle Tree that we cultivated and planted at various magic network nodes in the city to guide arcane energy and well water magic. Too much."

"Second, it is this annual event. You entered the city at just the right time to catch up with the opening of the event. Even Queen Azshara herself came here to observe the event the year before last."

On the carriage, Grand Arcanist Padrich introduced Angmar very enthusiastically.

After what happened yesterday, the attitude of this senior member of the Mage Governing Council of Suramar City quickly changed 180 degrees. In order to show his willingness to make friends, he even abandoned the cumbersome travel etiquette and chose to be with An Gema rode in the same carriage and sat next to him.

This great arcanist was too eclectic. He talked non-stop along the way without looking a little condescending. What he talked about the most was about the application of the "enhancement enchantment" spell.

Angmar is not very proficient in this field, but fortunately, he still learned a lot about basic macro cognition while studying.Occasionally interjecting a few words frequently triggered Padridge's exclamations. In the end, Padridge would hold his hand every time he got excited, almost seeming to have introduced him as a confidant, and they seemed to regret meeting him too late.

Only some of them were so arrogant that Angmar had a headache.

That's what a mage is.In the eyes of outsiders, they are sane to the point of indifference, powerful and dangerous, and should be kept away from strangers.But for colleagues who speak the same language, especially those mages who study the same field as themselves, they will immediately and enthusiastically discuss the nature of arcana and become close friends who talk about everything. The gap between one and the other makes people feel at ease. Can't imagine.

The carriage is large and has four positions.

Angmar sat in the middle on the right, with little Elisande on his right, and Gary Padridge on his left. Ferguson was squeezed to the far left of the carriage.

"It's really unexpected that arcane magic has such appeal among the people." Looking at the bustling crowds rushing towards the venue on the street, Angmar sighed, pretending not to know.

"Of course, the empire was founded on arcane magic. In the eyes of the night elves, arcane magic has extraordinary charm. Not only the city residents, but also people within thousands of kilometers nearby will come to participate in this event as long as they have the conditions." Padridge said proudly.

The scenery on both sides continued to fly backwards, and the carriage arrived at the Moon Temple.

The two people standing by the road attracted Angmar's attention.The woman among them was Tyrande, the trainee priestess of the Moon Temple, and the young night elf man beside her had golden eyes.

Illidan

With such unique and distinctive characteristics, Angmar could not think of anyone else standing beside Tyrande except Illidan.

As the carriage passed by, he smiled and nodded to the two of them, and Tyrande hurriedly pulled Illidan in return.

When turning back, Angmar inadvertently caught a glimpse of a very tall priestess with an exquisite face who was wearing the plain white armless robe of a high-ranking priest.

Angmar looked at her, and she looked at Angmar curiously.

Four eyes facing each other.

Who is this pretty?

Angmar, like all men in the world, has the instinct to appreciate beautiful things. At that moment, his eyes couldn't help but shine. He took a second look and remembered the slightly familiar face deeply in his mind.

The priestess is indeed very good-looking. Her age may be equivalent to 23 or [-] years old for a human woman, but her expression is a bit too serious, but it is precisely because of this that she has created her unique beauty.

Angmar stared at her for a little too long, which was already disrespectful. The priestess couldn't help but blush slightly, frowned in embarrassment, straightened her broken hair, and then looked away.

Padridge had already seen all this in his eyes, showing a smile that said "Every man understands, and I especially understand", his eyebrows bloomed, he rubbed his beard and joked:

"Master Angmar, that is the most unique high-level priestess of the Suramar branch of the Sisters of Elune, Maiev Shadowsong. She is talented, only favored by Elune, and she became pregnant at a young age. She holds a high position. It is said that her fighting ability and archery skills are second to none. As an army doctor two years ago, when she followed the Third Legion to attack the Zandalari Mountains, she defeated a dozen troll soldiers with one against ten. , and shot a troll general to death from three hundred yards away. Since then, her reputation has spread almost throughout the entire empire, and she has also been awarded by the Queen."

The priestesses in the Sisterhood of Elune not only summon the blessing of Elune to heal people's illnesses; thanks to the extraordinary physique of the night elves, they adopt a training method that is no less intense than that of the army. The training of martial arts and fighting ranks only behind the practice of meditation and healing, and he can be said to be an elite.

Anyone who dares to treat them as healers similar to human priests will definitely suffer a big loss on the battlefield.

"Maev" Angmar was shocked. She never expected that she would meet the future leader of the Watchers here.

He suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Illidan not long ago in the crypt where he was imprisoned, and couldn't help scratching his cheek.

The carriage gradually moved away.

Illidan stared at the white-skinned figure on the carriage and asked doubtfully:

"I read that right. The person sitting in the carriage seems to be Lord Padrich, who is governed by the mage council in Suramar City. Who is that alien? He can actually sit with Lord Padrich."

He paused and looked back at Tyrande, who was also confused, "Tylander, you know him."

Tyrande frowned and nodded.

"This is a very strange guy. Yesterday he came to the Temple of the Moon and specifically asked me to host a prayer ceremony for him. Before leaving, he said:"

"say what"

Tyrande lowered his head, frowning deeper and deeper, thinking about what Angmar had said.After a while, he imitated Angmar's tone, feeling quite unreal, and smiled at Illidan:

"The catastrophe is coming, and you must be prepared. Brother Stormrage, your childhood sweetheart, must also get over the grief of losing his parents and prepare for the coming catastrophe. The lives of the three of you are destined to be extraordinary. What a strange guy. , right, right, have you and Malfurion seen him?"

Illidan curled his lips and shrugged, "Ha, where have we seen such a magician?"

Tyrande shook his head and put aside the ominous premonition in his mind, pretending to be relaxed and said:

"Let's go quickly, or we won't be able to make it in time for the opening."

"I must put"

"I told you not to mention money."

The carriage sped along and finally arrived at the crowded central square of Suramar City.

The central square across the upper and lower cities has long been surrounded by magical observation towers. Due to the original shape of the terrain, it is higher in the east and lower in the west. The observation tower area specially prepared for the upper elf nobles was built on the edge of the upper city. The stairs are connected to the civilian observation deck below, which is dozens of meters high and has an excellent view.

Triangular flags with a very festive atmosphere were hung everywhere, and dense crowds lined up to rush to the event venue. The crowds were of all kinds, including nobles and commoners, and even residents from outside the city who had arrived not long ago. Everyone's face was filled with joy. Deep joy.

The father led the child wearing a wizard's hat, while the mother teased the baby in her arms with a small instrument she had just bought from a vendor that could make sounds on its own after being wound.

On the streets outside the square, vendors sell holiday gifts to passers-by.A wizard's pointed hat, a staff model, or a miniature magical firework

One after another Night Saber vehicles were parked outside the venue, and the ferocious Night Saber vehicles were taken into the mount temporary storage area by the attendants.

This does not look like a grand gathering, but rather like a grand festival celebrated by the whole family.

Angmar took a few cursory glances and found that there were probably tens of thousands of people participating in the event. This was just the crowd within his field of vision. The long queue stretched several streets away. Since his line of sight was blocked, he could not see the crowd at all. Know where the end of the line is.

“What an eye-opener”

Angmar praised from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as he was supported by the attendant and stepped on the step stool to get out of the carriage, Angmar heard a young voice.

"Greetings to you, Master Angmar, I didn't expect to see you here again."

Angmar raised his head, and the Royal Mage Chief Wells Janrod was giving him a kind smile.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Wells."