Rise of the blood elves

Lloyd nodded slightly and signaled to the colleague next to him, and the magister quickly conveyed the order.The mage on duty nearby who was supervising the operation of the magic circle took the order to suspend the operation of the magic circle, clearing a direct passage for Angma to the seedlings.

Before entering the magic circle, Angmar finally confirmed:

"If I can cure this magic tree, do the seeds it produces belong to me?"

Padridge lowered his head slightly when he heard this, showing his attitude that he couldn't make the decision.Speaker Lloyd on the side said apologetically without thinking:

"Yes, Master Angmar. Please understand that this is the biggest concession we can make."

Angmar shook his head secretly, the other party was obviously not sincere.The sapling is alive, and they can enjoy the endless benefits brought by the fourth magic tree. The price is just a seed that they could not get in the first place; if it is not alive, it doesn't matter, they will not suffer any loss anyway.

But this is not their fault. The Arcandor Magic Tree is a miraculous arcane creation. It is also a priceless treasure not only for Suramar City but also for the Kaldorei Empire. How could it be given to him so easily? of foreigners.

Moreover, he has long heard that the maturity period of the Arkando Magic Tree will take at least 50 years. By the time this seedling bears tree seeds, more than 40 years will have passed since the ancient war, not to mention whether this seedling will be triggered by the Earthquake. The magic network was destroyed by the drastic change, and I couldn't wait that long.

His lowest psychological expectation for the time when he would return to the main timeline was to catch a ride with the "Three Travelers" after the end of the Ancient War. If Brox did not die in the portal, in the Bronze Dragon King Return together with the help of Nozdormu.

"Ok."

Angmar said no more, walked towards the magic circle, and began to communicate with the natural power contained in the essence of the holy tree.

"Speaker, is this really appropriate?" Padrich said worriedly as he watched Angmar go away.

After nearly ten days of getting along with him, he had learned enough about Angmar's extraordinary qualities. Such a deal would probably offend the magic master and be detrimental to future relationships.Although he was well aware of the value of tree species, in his heart, Angmar's status could no longer be compared to such external objects.

"Even if he saves the seedlings, I can't give him a new tree species in return. It is difficult to cultivate magic trees, and tree seeds are hard to come by. This is the basis for Suramar to maintain its political status in the empire." Lloyd's tone gradually gradually Turning serious, "Padrige, I don't want to harm the fundamental interests of Suramar City before leaving."

Padrich frowned deeply when he heard this, "Speaker, I still have the same attitude as before. I absolutely do not recommend that you do that."

go away

Padrich is one of the most trusted high-ranking members of Speaker Lloyd in the Magister Council of Suramar City.

A few days ago, Lloyd told him about his intention to go west to meet Queen Azshara and advise her on her recent wrong policy. He claimed that he was ready to be dismissed because of this, and he wanted him to be in the worst possible situation. After the result occurs, draw a clear boundary with yourself in time to avoid being implicated.

Padridge did not have good expectations for the Speaker's trip, but no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he could not shake the Speaker's determination.

The Queen is no longer the Queen she once was, and the higher-ups in the empire can see this as long as they are not stupid.

I don't know since when, she no longer loves the people as deeply as she once did, but becomes more arbitrary and power-obsessed. She is keen to expand the scope of her rule and make all races bow and bow to the night elves.This can be seen from her diplomatic policy towards the lower races represented by the tauren.

Padrich knew that once the Speaker said those words, he might really arouse the Queen's wrath.At that time, even if Lloyd is one of the most important senior leaders of the empire, a wise leader who has served as the speaker of the Magister Council of Suramar City for hundreds of years and led this former small city to glory, the Queen will never Will be soft-hearted.

When the empire temporarily stopped expanding and the country turned to the development of new arcane magic to prepare for future wars, the Queen would not allow any opposition among her courtiers.

"When the empire was drifting away on the wrong path, people all chose to be wise and protect themselves." Lloyd said softly, "Old friend, the light in the light does not always shine brightly, especially when she is surrounded by Harveys. When the Highborne was like that. I had to do my duty."

Feeling the firmness in Lloyd's words, Padridge stopped persuading him, sighed, and turned his attention to Angmar.

The mages who paused their work all looked at Angmar who was standing in front of the sapling.

They are all the most outstanding mages in Suramar City. They are experts and scholars who occupy a place in their respective fields. They are either magic network experts or magic technicians. There are also several scholars who specialize in magic tree-related research.

As the first group of rapid responders to come to curb the deterioration of the situation after the Magic Network turmoil, no one knows the status of the seedlings better than them.It didn't happen in a day or two. The seedlings had long since died.

No one can save it, not even this alien magic master who has gained recognition from all walks of life less than half a month after arriving in Suramar.

But they are still very curious whether Angmar can continue to turn decay into magic.A few days ago, when the magic network turmoil occurred, the three magic trees in the city were injured. Using the golden crystals given by Angmar, the council quickly healed the magic trees.The energy that spewed out from the crystal at that time was actually some kind of magic power that was closely integrated with the life breath of nature, which surprised everyone.

As Angmar placed his palm on the seedling's lavender tree, which was neither crystal nor wood, someone suddenly discovered that the withered and curled tree body of the seedling moved. A loud "clicking" sound followed closely, and the surrounding circular altar The cracks began to spread slowly, and in an instant, the ground began to tremble slightly.

Lloyd and Padridge, who were watching intently, were both shocked. Before they had time to react, bright golden light burst out from Angmar's body, as if there was a rising sun emerging from the magic circle. Rising slowly, dazzling to the extreme.Strong winds came one after another, causing the mages to stagger and the tents to make hunting noises.

"what happened"

"what happened"

The shouts and shouts came from far to near.

The mages in the camp were all startled by the situation here. They thought something had happened to the seedlings, and they had to activate emergency measures to completely destroy the seedlings to prevent the magic network from being hit by energy again and damaging the three magic trees in the city. Tree.

"Stop, this is a normal situation." The magisters around the circle hurriedly stopped.

Although they were unable to see in the dazzling glare, everyone felt the warm breath of life contained in the strong wind.

After dozens of seconds, the light slowly dissipated and the violent wind gradually subsided.

Speaker Lloyd and Padridge, who covered their faces with their hands, lowered their arms. After their eyes adapted to the current light intensity, they finally saw clearly the scene inside the circle.

The camp was in a state of disarray, with tents collapsed and pieces of turf thrown up everywhere. The mana crystals used to power the magic circle were half-buried in the mud. There were also many apprentices who were slow to react and were injured by debris carried by the strong wind. He groaned in pain at the injured area.

Angmar, who walked slowly towards Lloyd and Padridge, looked a little pale, his breathing rhythm was a little disordered, and his clothes were covered with dust and mud, as if he had just experienced a big battle.His palm is particularly eye-catching. It is filled with a slowly flowing yellow sand and contains a lavender tree seed.

"The sapling is alive. I have fulfilled my promise. I will take this seed away. I suggest that you do not immediately restore the connection between the sapling and the magic network. Disturbing factors for the energy flow still exist, but this is beyond my ability. Guilty."

After saying that, Angmar dragged his tired body and left without stopping.

Lloyd and Padridge turned their gazes to the saplings, their expressions frozen for a moment.

In the magic circle, the dying seedlings have disappeared. A small tree, which is more than three people tall, has a bright golden bark, and exudes the magical fluctuations that the Suramar people are extremely familiar with. It flutters in the wind and falls down. The golden branches and leaves below are soft and agile, dancing gently in the breeze, spreading a little golden light.

The quicksand surrounding it had just dispersed and turned into an unknown substance, disappearing in the air with the wind.

Seeing this incredible scene, the mages, who had finally recovered from the strong wind and bright light, were once again stunned.

After a long time, Padrich remembered something and hurriedly chased Angmar in the direction he left.

At the same time, deep in the forest west of Suramar City.

"I came here for the truth." Malfurion, who was kneeling on the ground, said sincerely to the majestic creature in front of him.In the previous decades of his life, he had never felt so nervous.

Because he was facing a demigod.

In the ancient legend of the night elves, Cenarius, the king of the forest who ruled the forests of Kalimdor

Elune, the demigod sensed my sincerity and responded to my call.

But after half a minute, this easy-going demigod did not respond to Malfurion.

In doubt, Malfurion raised his head, unable to help but be impressed once again by the majesty of this demigod.

Cenarius has stag-like limbs, but his muscular upper body and appearance are no different from those of the night elves. His long green hair is mixed with green leaves and vines, and on his shoulders stand birds chirping and playing with each other, like tight-knit birds. Following behind him were wild beasts such as hares, deer, and night sabers who were getting along well with each other.That muscular left arm undoubtedly contains terrifying power. What’s even more surprising is that Cenarius’s right arm is like a tree root with branches and leaves.

Malfurion noticed that Cenarius frowned slightly, with a look of uncertainty in his eyes, staring intently in the direction of Suramar City, as if he had noticed something.It took a long time for him to return to normal. He lowered his head and stared at him cautiously for a long time. Then he nodded imperceptibly, seeming to be very satisfied, and said gently:

"So young Malfurion, come with me. I will show you the harmony of life and the charm of nature."

After saying that, the majestic demigod turned his body and walked deep into the forest.

Malfurion felt happy and hurriedly stood up to follow.

"Have there been any impressive big names in your hometown recently?"

Malfurion glanced back in the direction of Suramar City in confusion, thought for a while, and answered uncertainly:

"I don't know, it seems that a foreign mage came to the city as a guest. Rumor has it that he has white skin, a tall and thin figure, the golden crystal he gave to the council, and he also cured the Arcando magic tree in the city."

"Mage" Hearing such a description, Cenarius' steps froze. After a while, he shook his head and smiled, "He is not a mage, young man."