Rise of the blood elves

This is the first time Angmar has traveled through the timeline while awake.

He felt as if he was walking through a tunnel. Thousands of time fragments were wrapped in golden quicksand and passed quickly to both sides. The fleeting fragments could not be seen clearly. Even if they could be seen clearly, the human mind could not accommodate such a massive amount of information. .In such a scene, people can't help but feel insignificant.

During the shuttle process, Angmar kept thinking about the gains and losses of the past three months.

The most regrettable thing is that the time is too short, and the process of absorbing the Heart of Y'Shaarj takes too long, leaving no opportunity for more thorough preparations.Otherwise, he has the idea of ​​​​going to Uldaman to unite Azadas and Elonaya, and even warn the five-color dragon clan, and mobilize all high-end combat forces in Azeroth to jointly fight against the Fallen.

Judging from the information presented in the scales, he spent three months here, and the ancient timeline was probably in the same situation.What exactly happened during those three months was unknown to Angmar.Perhaps even with the intervention of the night elves, Uldum was still about to be captured by the Qiraji, and the corrupted creations in the direction of Ulduar were also in conflict with the night elves.

Looking back at the power in his hands, the Mogu are considered one, the post-Pandaria tribes led by the Supreme God are allies, and Angmar of the Tol'vir tribe in Uldum doesn't know whether the Thunder God will convince him and give him the power to fight against the people who are suffering from Qiraji. What changes did the bug attack bring to Uldum?All in all, this will be a difficult war even if we put it all together.What's more, the Burning Legion is coming soon.

But with the new power, none of this is a problem.

Feeling the immense power within his body, Angmar sighed.He never thought that he would do such a thing, to steal the power that he couldn't control and that might lead him to fall for the predicament he faced.

He longed to have more time to familiarize himself with the new power in his body, but it was bound to backfire.After returning to ancient times, the battle will probably come immediately, and the Fallen will not give himself more time.

Knowing that wanton use will have a high chance of causing new problems in the two original powers that have finally entered a state of balance, but at least, if the consequences are ignored, Loken, Hela, and even Nessari who are used as tools by the fallen will Odu is no longer a difficult foe.

He even felt that he could face the Fallen himself.

Angmar was shocked to realize that the teleportation process was pulled by some abnormal aura. After a long journey, he soon appeared above the deep and magnificent Well of Eternity.

The dense magical mist quickly enveloped Angmar. The power of order belonging to the Titan Aman'Thul in his body made this magic source, which was essentially the source of the arcane magic of the Titan's star soul, feel intimate.

Looking at the calm water, Angmar noticed something abnormal.

She is so calm.

Angmar closed his eyes and let go of his mental power to explore the surroundings. What he saw and heard made him even more puzzled.The Kaldorei Empire's capital, Zin Aessaleen, located on the west bank of the Well of Eternity, is also peaceful. The upper elves in the palace complex are singing and dancing, and the banquets are endless; the night elves commoners outside the capital are still running around for their livelihoods. On people's faces, Angmar could not see the slightest trace of panic and urgency in facing the clouds of war.

Angmar frowned, what's going on? Logically speaking, three months have passed, and the war between the Kaldorei Empire and the Fallen should have started long ago.Not to mention this, he also paid special attention to the area where the spatial rift that was opened by the Fallen and connected to the twisted void was located, but found nothing.

It was just an ordinary living area for slaves. There were no heavily guarded underground passages below, and there was nothing strange below the Well of Eternity.

That space rift is gone

In the palace, Angmar saw Queen Azshara who was hosting a banquet in honor of the imperial ministers. Sitting at the table was her most trusted advisor, Xavius, and Faroldis, who was in charge of Nathalas Academy and was related by blood to her. The prince, as well as Lloyd, the speaker of the Magister Council of Suramar City, and others.There is also a group of dancing girls wearing light veils and dancing in a pleasing manner.

Wasn't Lloyd dismissed? Why was he chatting and laughing with Azshara about the direction of magic research? Why did Faroldis interrupt from time to time to talk about the recent research results of Na'thalas Academy?

This doesn't seem right.

Azshara at the banquet suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of Angmar.But Angmar, who was becoming increasingly uneasy, had no intention of being surprised by this woman's keen insight. He immediately used the power of order to expand the coverage of his mental power. His perception quickly extended into the distance and found Sura, which is two thousand kilometers east of here. Macheng.

In the mansion assigned to him by royal advisor Ferguson, the garden that was destroyed by the power of time when Nozdormu died remained intact, without even a trace of repair.

Ferguson was taking a bath in the garden bath, attended by several beautiful maids.

In the guest room, Angmar did not find Elisande, Thalyssra, and Aluriel, or even any sign that they had been here before. This was definitely not normal. No matter what, as long as someone had been to a certain place, It will definitely leave its own unique atmosphere, especially the mage.Under his own powerful mental search, it was impossible not to discover these traces.

Angmar suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and continued to search. However, following a familiar scent, he found Padridge who was conducting enhanced spell experiments in the manor in the north of the city. His assistant was little Thalyssra, who was helping the instructor debug the spell. Array

Thalyssra, where's Elisande?

The scenes he saw now were seriously inconsistent with his own experience, and even made Angmar suspect that this was not the ancient timeline he had been to at all. The Fallen once again teleported himself to a strange timeline.

By the way, Angmar, the fourth magic tree, suddenly thought of the key to answering his questions, and immediately turned his attention to the east of the city, where the same

Nothing.

Angmar was shocked. Even if the truth was right in front of him, he was unwilling to reach out and pierce the window paper. He still continued to let go of his mental power unwillingly to explore the Zandalari Mountains in the south. The night elves were still stationed at the foot of the mountains on the north side. , conducting small-scale special operations with troll elites

There are no ghosts of trolls lingering in the "Forest of the Prophet" west of Zuldazar City.He also found his high priest Hatu at the Bwonsamdi Altar in the city. How could Hatu have any sense of nobility as the prophet's high priest while he was humiliating a priest of the dead?

This

Angmar stood stunned on the spot.

All these things finally convinced him that this was not the ancient timeline, no, it should be said that it was not his own ancient timeline.

"What are you still doing? Come here." Suddenly there was something strange in his body. Xalatas once again transformed into a human woman with wheat-colored skin. She waved to him not far away, with a trace of emotion in her expression. Inexplicable reluctance, and not at all the gloomy feeling of a dark and ominous blade.

Angmar looked in the direction Xalatath pointed.

The fallen man was not far away from the surrounding black quicksand. He was wearing a simple robe, standing peacefully. His appearance and facial features were exactly the same as his own, but he looked weathered. There was no joy or sorrow in his deep eyes, which made Ange What Ma found incredible was that she actually looked in those eyes.

Saw the look of relief