Rise of the blood elves

Prophet?

Pursing her lips, Azshara kept repeating this honorable name that seemed to possess strange magic power.

Foresight, insight into all things. Is this the meaning of the name?

She could feel that the "Prophet" had no hostility toward her or the night elves in Zin Aissalin.

Thinking like this, Azshara stood up straight and looked up at the other party, only to find that the other party was also looking at her. Those deep eyes were as bright as stars, as if they contained twinkling stars, hiding the true meaning of all things in the universe.

What kind of eyes are those?

Azshara was stunned, even though she had long discovered that the other party's eyes were not focused on her, but were just contemplating other things and accidentally stopped in her direction.The tall and thin body was like a statue, motionless.

The wind ruffled the mooncloth robe that highlighted her flawless and slender figure. A pair of round, jade legs with smooth skin were looming, and her eyes were blurred. She even forgot to reach out and press the hem of the robe that was dancing in the wind.

Standing on the shore and watching from a distance, it is a feeling to be shocked by the shocking vision caused by this foreign visitor.Observed up close, the perception is completely different.

He was not tall, at least not compared to a night elf.Only slightly taller than Azshara, she is thin and wearing a fiery red robe.

But for some reason, even though they were looking at each other, Azshara felt like she was looking up at him. During countless moonlit nights, Azshara even raised her head to look up at Lady Moon, who was revered by the night elves as the "Goddess of Elune". I have never felt like this before.

His appearance doesn't quite fit the night elf aesthetic.He has fair skin and clear facial features. Although he does not have a beard on his face, it gives people an inexplicable look of vicissitudes of life, as if he has been floating in the torrent of time for tens of thousands of years, and then accumulated... Got this weight

No, it should be said that it does not conform to the aesthetics of ordinary night elves or the aesthetics of other night elves except themselves. They are too vulgar, and they are too vulgar to appreciate the true meaning of beauty.Azshara thought.

If in her previous life, Azshara had three definitions of "beauty", one was the Well of Eternity containing endless arcane energy; the other was being the empress of the Kaldorei Empire and the most powerful mortal mage. He is proud of the place where the stars shine; third, he continues to grow under his leadership and will eventually unify the Kaldorei Empire in the place where the stars shine.

So today, Azshara has a new understanding of "beauty".

No, she did not dare to define the Prophet as "beautiful" because it would have been a complete blasphemy to him.He is too powerful. He is a god who descended into the mortal world. Mortals can never call him by his name, just like those civilians must call themselves "Light of Light" instead of Queen Azshara.

Elune, how dare I compare myself with the Prophet. Azshara suddenly felt unspeakable frustration in her heart, because compared with the other party, even she felt ashamed.

Being so close, she could even see the magical aura radiating from the other party's body. How majestic it must be before it can be condensed into a mist-like substance visible to the naked eye and emitted. This aura is blowing like the breeze in the spring forest. Come, wash Azshara's body and mind, spirit and flesh

Unknowingly, Azshara was intoxicated again.

As the night elf with the deepest connection to the Well of Eternity, she could feel the intense joy coming from the depths of the Well of Eternity after the Prophet appeared.It seems that no, the prophet must be the incarnation of the arcane essence that has the same root as it. Even the most gorgeous words in the world cannot describe this nobility.

His connection with the Well of Eternity is far deeper than mine, and the magical aura emanating from him is vaguely purer than the Well of Eternity.He is far more powerful than me, far more powerful than me. Only such a god-like existence can be worthy of me. As soon as this thought came to my mind, Azshara's cheeks turned red.

companion

Azshara is the supreme queen, the most powerful mage who stands at the top of the planet. She can raise waves a hundred meters high with her hands, and millions of people follow her every thought.No one has ever been able to catch his eye and let his gaze stay for even one second longer.

but

Prophets are different.

He exuded a fatal attraction that Azshara could not resist.An uninvited guest actually broke all her understanding of arcana, beauty, and even the world, causing waves in her heart. She once thought that she was the only individual standing at the top of the world, but until this moment, Only then did she realize her own insignificance.

She never thought that she, who had looked down upon all living beings all her life, would one day develop admiration and love for others like ordinary people.

Azshara was about to speak, but she was shocked to realize that her heartbeat was frighteningly fast, and her left hand was subconsciously brushing against her towering chest. Her cheeks were also hotter than ever before, and she looked like a little woman who was completely unbecoming of a queen.

The feeling made her feel unfamiliar and embarrassed.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her tumbling thoughts, and asked in a low voice: "I just saw that you seemed to be fighting against your enemies. I want to know who they are. After all, this happened next to my capital. If they happen again, If I return, I don’t want my people to be threatened again.”

Angmar smiled, instantly breaking away from the statue-like dead state and becoming alive.

I just simply find it funny.

In front of me today, this ancient night elf queen who has profoundly influenced the history of Azeroth actually looks cautious. Although she is looking directly at herself, her eyes are flickering. She dares to look but doesn't dare to look. She speaks softly. He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of bumping into him.

There was a time when I could only look up to this superior being.But now the status of both parties has been completely reversed.Not only Azshara, but also the characters in the main timeline who she once regarded as legendary heroes will also look up to her like her from now on.

This one-to-one change made Angmar feel a deep sense of dissonance.Looking back on his experience during this period, he felt as if he was in a dream. He was kept in the dark by his future self, and had to overturn his past principles and draw strength that did not belong to him. After the truth was revealed, the enemy of the future surfaced. It turned out that It's all just a dream

My own journey to ancient times, my own journey through life, at this moment

just began.

Angmar felt relieved, but also felt that all these things had condensed into some lingering strange emotion, like a big stone choking in his heart.What the future will look like, he doesn't know.But in my heart there was no fear, no joy, no sadness.After realizing this, he wanted to laugh to himself that he had accepted the change that had happened to him so quickly.

Yes, it doesn't make any sense.Change comes quietly and silently at the moment when life suddenly changes.

"What I am fighting is not the enemy, but my own future." Angmar stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at Azshara indifferently. This aloof night elf queen could no longer cause any disturbance in her thoughts.because

She is mortal.

In the future, Azshara felt that she was once again lost in the other party's deep gaze.

"What does that feel like?" She said absentmindedly with unclear meaning, her golden eyes kept moving on the other person.

Angmar stared at the palm of his right hand. The scales that were shaped by the "Fallen One" and played a vital role in his own time travel had long since dissipated in the timeline along with the "Fallen One". Only the scales left on the palm of his hand were A shallow diamond-shaped scar was left, which was the final proof that the Fallen remained in the world.

He shook his head, "You wouldn't understand."

Azshara was stunned. No one had ever spoken to her like this, but she couldn't resist at all.

But I want to understand.As for what he wanted to know, it was definitely not the random question he just asked in a trance, but the extremely powerful prophet in front of him.

"May I have the honor of inviting you to sit in my palace?" She bit her lip, and she could clearly feel the heat on her cheeks as she spoke.What's wrong with me?

How should I choose to carry Angmar on my back? I paid no attention to Azshara, but was thinking about the future path.

He has come to a crossroads in his life. In this new timeline, everything is in the ascendant. Azeroth's power is far stronger than the main timeline that has been hit one after another.Should he abandon the main timeline, rewrite the direction of history at this time, and prepare in advance for the threat of the void that is destined to come, or should he continue as usual and ensure the survival of the main timeline that he is familiar with?

Facing terrifying enemies, the former is undoubtedly the best choice.

At this moment, countless vivid faces flashed before his eyes.His adoptive father Anselon, Leah who took care of him when he was growing up, Prince Kael'thas who trusted him a lot, and the old mage Carlyle who dedicated his life to his people, the Quen'thas trio has always followed him. And there's Lannathel, and Anweena

There are too many people and things that are difficult to let go of.

After a long period of contemplation, Angmar shook his head. Without any movement, the space in front of him was torn apart, revealing a blue portal.He walked straight in, and a few breaths later, he appeared in Zuldazar, located in the core of the Zandalari Mountains.

Azshara subconsciously took a few steps forward, but the portal quickly closed.She looked at the place where the prophet disappeared, her fists clenched involuntarily, and she felt an inexplicable loss in her heart.