Rise of the blood elves

The next morning, the Moon Temple in Suramar City.

"Thank you for sending me back. This is my first time." Maiev comforted her mount, with lingering fear.

After finishing dinner with the orphans, they stayed a little longer until everything was taken care of. The group finally returned to Suramar City through the portal opened by Angmar. Of course, there was another portal specifically for transferring light bulbs. .

"Experiencing the dizziness caused by teleportation for the first time"

Angmar answered with a smile, then took out the only remaining golden crystal infused with the essence of the Sunwell from his arms and handed it to Maiev.

"This is"

Although Maiev didn't understand what it was, she could still feel the magic fluctuations coming from above.

"This is just my thought. Someone will pay a lot of money to buy them. Goodbye, Miss Maiev."

After speaking, Angmar turned his mount and headed towards the upper city.

Maiev held the golden crystal, her eyes reflected the golden light, and it took a long time before she remembered to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, Lord Angmar."

"How's it going?" As soon as he returned home, the spooky little Elisande asked with a smirk on his face.

Angmar raised his brows, took off his robe and handed it to the servant, while pretending to be angry and yelled: "What's going on? What do children know? Go to bed quickly."

Elisande stuck out her tongue and trotted away. When she reached the end of the corridor, she suddenly turned around and said, "A visitor is waiting for you in the living room."

Visitor

Angmar cast an inquiring look at the butler Nonon, who bowed and said, "Yes, sir. The great arcanist of the Mage Council has been waiting for you in the living room for a long time. He also brought A girl about Miss Elisande's age."

"okay, I get it."

Angmar nodded, took the casual clothes from Nonon, put them on, and walked towards the living room.

Life in Suramar City was very comfortable, with everyone taking care of everything, which made Angmar doubt whether he would be happy enough.

The current specific era is still an unclear mystery.With limited information, Angmar could only determine that it would still be at least five years before the War of the Ancients broke out.

Five years

As for whether Azshara and her upper elf subordinates in Zin Azshari's palace have begun to contact the so-called "god" from the depths of the Endless End, Angmar does not know and has no way to explore. There is no rush for this matter right now.

Back in ancient times, he had deep doubts about the content of the vision presented to him.

Since the "traveler trio" composed of Krasus, Ronin and Brox will eventually return to ancient times and save the world together with a group of mortal heroes, why should our future selves take the risk of permanently changing the timeline? Are you immersed in this ups and downs of history?

At that time, Angmar considered all this with a cautious attitude and was completely unable to understand such risky behavior.

In his view, even if the ancient night elves 1 years ago possessed a lot of valuable knowledge that was lost in the long river of time, laying some foreshadowing at that time point and revealing it when disasters ensue ten thousand years later can also help. Azeroth is better able to compete with foreign enemies, but the gains and risks are completely out of proportion.

But the fact is that the future self not only did it, but also did it flawlessly, eliminating all adverse effects on history.

Angmar didn't even dare to think that he would have such an ability in the future.Because he has always regarded Azeroth, which is filled with powerful people, as an insurmountable peak.

It wasn't until he roughly mastered the power of time, truly traveled back to ancient times, and discovered the specialness of his soul that he finally woke up.

He is no longer the little person who is unable to fight against the whirlpool.

A broad road and many possibilities are slowly unfolding before his eyes.

The footsteps echoed in the splendid corridor. In a daze, Angmar had the illusion that this was not the corridor of the uptown mansion given to him by Ferguson, but the corridor leading to the underground prison where Illidan was imprisoned.

A few months ago, Maiev's angry whispers once again lingered in her ears. Angmar, do you know how rare it is for night elves to be pregnant?

God, how could I do that?

Angmar shook his head and opened the door to the living room.

Padrich, who was standing by the window looking at the scenery of the lower city, immediately came over, took Angmar's hand, and said excitedly:

"You are finally back. Master Angmar, you have helped us a lot. The golden crystal you gave us healed the Arkando Magic Tree."

"What happened?" Angmar asked in confusion.

The Akandor Magic Tree is a unique tree species cultivated by the talented magisters of Suramar City.It is almost composed of pure arcane energy. During the growth process, it will absorb a huge amount of magic power, which can be called an unfathomable bottomless pit.

Limited by the magic network energy extraction technology, the energy intensity of the magic network in Suramar City is only enough to supply only three to five trees.But once the Arkando Magic Tree grows, its roots deep underground will continuously extract the energy of the magic network, which will be emitted through the trunks, branches and leaves on the surface. The efficiency is far hundreds of times higher than the energy-draining magic circle.

It's a pity that these magic trees were all destroyed by the drastic changes in the magic network caused by the collapse of the earth.Only a night elf druid named "Farodin" still retains a few seeds of the magic tree.

The seeds of Arkandor's magic tree are Angmar's first item on the list of "must-acquire goodies on the journey to ancient times", even before the arcane knowledge of ancient night elves.In his opinion, the intact tree species from ancient times should be much better than the few seeds of Farodin the Valley Walker, and they should be easier to cultivate and have more vitality.

If the magic tree could be planted on the Island of Quel'Danas and connected to the Sunwell, it would be of great benefit to the tribe.But it is self-evident that it is difficult to obtain. This is the most cherished treasure in Suramar City.

Padrich pulled Angmar to sit down and explained: "Some time ago, we tried to plant new magic trees, but it caused an imbalance in the magic network and almost destroyed the three trees that had grown. Your crystal, actually It contains some kind of strange natural power, and it instantly revived those three magic trees. I am here to thank you."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Angmar was not surprised by this result.The Holy Tree Essence in the body has already been closely combined with the Sunwell Essence. Crystals infused with the Sunwell Essence will naturally have a hint of the Holy Tree's power.

The sacred tree Sath'ala is a transcendent ancient tree that is naturally connected to the Emerald Dream. It is not surprising that it can heal the magic tree of Arcandor.

Angmar once again withdrew his right hand without any trace, and turned to look at the fireplace.

Sitting on the seat in front of the fireplace was a girl about the same age as Elisande. She was wearing an apprentice's robe. She was thin and small, very beautiful, and her eyes were very smart.He knew that as soon as he entered the living room, the girl began to observe him.

"Master Angmar." When she noticed Angmar looking at her, the girl quickly stood up and saluted, very nervous.

"She is my most valued apprentice. I want to beg you for something," Padrich said with some embarrassment. "Master Angmar, can I send her to you to study for a while?"

Angmar chuckled upon hearing this.

From the admissions staff sent by major magic academies to invite Elisande to enroll, to the mentors and professors of Nathalas College, and even Prince Faroldis himself, this is not the first time that Elisande has become famous. Someone wanted to give his beloved disciple to him for instruction.

Thinking that the plot to obtain the seeds of Arkando's magic tree would probably have to go through Padrich, Angmar immediately agreed.

"Of course no problem, what's her name?"

"Thalissra, my name is Thalyssra." The girl by the fireplace replied timidly.