Rise of the blood elves

272【Farewell】

"Give me three minutes."

Angmar took back his steps, said something to Idonis who was waiting by the portal, and then walked towards the Stormrage brothers on the roadside.

"prophet."

The night elves, and even the two most outstanding brothers in Azeroth, all bowed respectfully to Angmar.

Angmar nodded slightly, crossed the two of them, and stood at the edge of the slope.

Under his feet was the "Channel of Destruction" that completely changed the landscape of the central and northern parts of the continent of Kalimdor, starting from the second staircase of Mount Hyjal, destroying everything along the way, and heading straight into the western sea.

From now on, the three places, no longer separated by natural barriers, will be connected as a whole.

Under the warm sunshine of May, the crystallized enemy shines with a breathtaking violet light, extremely beautiful.

Under his feet was the "Channel of Destruction" that started from the entrance to the second staircase, destroyed everything along the way, ran through Felwood, Darkshore, and led directly to the sea.From now on, the natural chasm between the three places will no longer exist and will be connected as a whole.

Under the warm sunshine of May, it reflects the breathtaking violet light and is extremely beautiful.

The spell tore the earth apart and brought new "life" to Mount Hyjal.

Just like the Crystalsong Forest in Northrend, a wide variety of arcane life forms emerge from the crystallized earth.

Crystallized treants born from the power of nature and arcane magic, owl beasts, furbolgs, or nightsabers who survived the spell but had their life essence changed.

These wonderful lives aroused great interest among the blood elf magisters.Emniel has shown her intention on more than one occasion to wait until the war in the Eastern Continent is over before taking her apprentice here to conduct research.

In the foreseeable future, Mount Hyjal will surely become a research holy place for mages from all races.How to properly arrange these arcane life forms and even let them live in harmony with the local natural creatures is also a very troublesome problem for the druids.

Looking at the sparkling land, Malfurion sighed quietly and frowned.

Although the war is over, there is still a lot of aftermath work waiting for the dual leader of the night elves and Cenarion Circle to deal with.

The top priority is the issue of new settlements.

A third of Mount Hyjal was completely destroyed by the spell, along with half of Felwood and Darkshore.The demons have also allowed corruption to grow deeply into the land. Currently, only the western part of Ashenvale and the untouched north and south ends of Darkshore are suitable for habitation.

What's even more troublesome is that not all demons died in the bombardment of spells. There are still many demons escaping in the western part of Ashenvale and Felwood, and they are also fighting demons who have disappeared since the Satyr War 9000 years ago. Sartre colluded together, organized and premeditated to prepare for the master's comeback.

The night elves' army barely took any rest before continuing to devote itself to wiping out the remaining demons.

"Prophet, will the Qiraji really come back?" Malfurion asked a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

Although the Cenarion Post in Silithus had previously reported that Silithid activity was becoming more frequent, Malfurion only regarded it as an isolated incident without paying too much attention to it. attention.

Ever since Angmar told him about this a few days ago, he has been having trouble sleeping and eating.

The current situation is already distressing enough, but the desert of Silithus still breeds new evils and new crises.

In the Battle of Quicksand 1000 years ago, the night elves paid a great price to defeat the Qiraji. Finally, with the help of the dragons, they set up a seal to isolate the Qiraji within the Beetle Wall.

But this is a temporary measure after all.

Angmar looked at Malfurion with deep eyes and said: "Under the erosion of time, the seal has long been loosened and will no longer exist. It won't take long, at most three years, the insect wave will emerge from the Beetle Wall again." Sweeping the earth at once. Be prepared. The intensity of this war will far exceed that of the Quicksand War 1000 years ago. The night elves cannot handle it. Even if the orcs of Durotar and the humans of Theramore are included, they will not be able to deal with it. Still not enough. You need more allies.”

Dating back to the original Azeroth, after defeating the ancient gods, the Titan Guardians sealed C'Thun, the Thousand-Maw Demon among them, under the yellow sands of Silithus, and built around the sealing place. A magnificent fortress, it is the fortress of Ahn'Qiraj for future generations.

After a long time, the Yaqirs, who were originally servants of the Ancient God, multiplied and grew again, and had an earth-shattering war with the then-prosperous Troll Empire.The trolls directly beat the aqirs to pieces. The aqirs who escaped into the north finally broke away from the control of the ancient gods and evolved into the nerubians in Azjol Nerub today.The part that fled to the southern desert occupied the fortress of Ahn'Qiraj and continued to be loyal to the ancient god C'Thun and to pull the worms for him.

The fall of Titan dealt a huge blow to the Guardians.Not only did a series of chaos occur in the north, Loken betrayed and Odin was trapped in the Hall of Valor, but also the great guardian Raiden, who was responsible for supervising the operation of Ahn'Qiraj Fortress and the Forge of Origin, also known as "Laden" to the Mogu clan. The one with the honorific name also forgot his duties until his power was taken away by his servant and imprisoned in a cage under the Thunder Throne.

After losing its maintenance, C'Thun's seal continued to weaken, gradually corrupting the temple's guardians. Titan creations such as Anubis and Tol'vir were all controlled, and they changed from loyal guardians to the evil of the ancient gods. tool.

The Battle of Quicksand thousands of years ago was concocted by this ancient god.

Although they were defeated by the Kalimdor Alliance, things are different now.After 1000 years of recuperation, the Qiraji are not only stronger than before, but C'Thun's seal is finally about to completely expire.

What all the races have to face this time is not only the overwhelming swarm of insects and the terrifying Anubis, but also the ancient god who is about to escape.

A new catastrophe is not far away.

With the identity of a prophet, Angmar no longer has to worry about the identity of the time traveler being exposed, and can finally inform his "foreknowledge" of the future to his believers.

Malfurion nodded solemnly, "I will make preparations, Prophet."

"What about you, do you have any new plans?" Angmar turned to Illidan and asked.

Illidan, who already possesses the body of a demon, has terrifyingly strong recovery abilities.He was seriously injured in a direct confrontation with Archimonde. His broken right arm was still splinted two days ago. However, a few days later, it was as good as before, without even a scar left.

"I" Illidan glanced at Malfurion, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I'm not only here to see you off, prophet, but also to say goodbye to you. I won't stay here, after all, I don't want to let you go." My old-fashioned brother has lost all his authority."

"Illidan, me"

Malfurion's face turned dark, slightly embarrassed.

He had personally sentenced Illidan to exile before, but no one thought that it was this "betrayer" who was despised by his tribe for his fall to evil energy. After nearly dying, he brought back the Eye of Sargeras and indirectly saved the world. killed his own people.

After this battle, Illidan gained people's respect, no matter how objectionable his unscrupulous methods were.

People gradually understood that Illidan was not entirely an ambitious man who only pursued power. He still had a sense of unshirkable responsibility in his heart to protect his people and defend Azeroth, and he was willing to sacrifice for it.

Illidan used practical actions to reverse everyone's confusion about him.

Illidan ignored Malfurion and looked across the magnificent land to the far end of his sight.

"I will not stop until the Burning Legion is eliminated. Prophet, I heard that there is a Burning Legion force that has occupied the orcs' former homeland. I think that is the best place for me to go. I want to go and meet it. A foreign ruler who threatens Azeroth. By the way, I want to see if I can cause some trouble for the Burning Legion. Of course, in my own way. Please inform your people in advance. I also need to borrow Da Laran’s portal.”

Finally, Illidan made the same choice.

Angmar suddenly remembered something and said: "That is a terrible demonic artifact. If used properly, it may become a powerful weapon against the Legion."

He was referring to the Eye of Sargeras.

This powerful artifact was not destroyed by Malfurion like in the official history.

Since creatures of order will inevitably be corrupted by evil energy in the process of using it, no one is more suitable to use it than Illidan, who has a demonic body, so Angmar simply gave it to Illidan.

He knew Illidan would need it in his fight against the Burning Legion.

"I will. So goodbye, prophet, goodbye, brother. I hope that when we meet again, I can bring you the good news of defeating the Burning Legion."

Illidan bowed deeply to Angmar, and then extended an arm to his brother.

Malfurion looked at his brother's sharp-nailed palms filled with evil energy. He stood still for a moment, then slowly stepped forward and shook his hand tightly.

The two brothers looked at each other like this. Although Malfurion knew that he and Illidan had taken a completely different path after all, he had already begun to reflect on whether he had been too harsh on Illidan.

"Don't forget to say goodbye to Tyrande for me. You know, brother, sometimes I really envy you."

Illidan laughed to himself, let go of Malfurion's hand, bowed to Angmar again, spread his wings, and flew into the distance.

Under the setting sun, a dark purple figure gradually faded away. Staring at Illidan's back, Malfurion's thousands of words were all condensed into one sentence.

"Take care, Illidan."

"Okay, it's time for me to leave." Angmar said softly and was about to leave, but was stopped by Malfurion.

"Prophet, I have one more thing to ask of you."

"What?" Angmar asked.

Malfurion pondered for a moment and said: "The demon's corruption is more serious than expected, and Nordrassil has also been seriously affected. The nightmare is approaching step by step, and the World Tree is no longer safe. If possible, I think Send druids to Quel'Thalas to strengthen the connection between your people's sacred tree Thath'ala and the Emerald Dream. Once the connection is strong, I hope to send the seriously injured demigods to the island of Quel'Danas. Recuperate. After all, it is the only dream passage that is not concerned by the Nightmare. In fact, Ysera had already set off to the land of your people yesterday to negotiate the matter. The Green Dragon Army hopes to use Quel'Danas as a force to fight against the Nightmare forces. Base camp.”

Angmar smiled slightly, things progressed just as he expected.

"Of course, the blood elves welcome you with open arms."

"in addition"

Malfurion looked at the blood elf magisters who were waiting not far away without revealing anything, and said: "Prophet, I don't know what you think of these people. They have learned your true identity. , will this have an adverse impact on you continuing to play your current historical role?”

"Ah let him be."

Angmar said with a smile.

Perhaps, as these magisters who participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal spread the story that "Three Seats are actually an omniscient and omnipotent big man, who originally wanted to guide our clan forward as the Morning Star of Angmar", something will happen. many unpredictable changes

But that's beyond Angmar's control.

Angmar himself could not have imagined that his journey to Kalimdor would actually reveal the mystery of the future for him.

He felt that it was better to take it one step at a time. He himself didn't know what role he played in this timeline.Perhaps it would be a better choice to go to the Cave of Time to seek answers at Chromie's invitation, but that would have to wait until he meets the returned Prince Kael'thas.

"There's one more thing I don't know whether I should say." Malfurion hesitated.

"You said."

"Why don't you say goodbye to Maiev? She has been waiting for you."

Angmar suddenly felt a little top-heavy. He really didn't know how to face this watcher who was a complete stranger but was very familiar to him.

"No, time is running out. It's better for you to say goodbye to her on my behalf. Goodbye, Archdruid."

After speaking, Angmar waved his hand and walked towards the return portal without looking back.

Quel'Thalas, I'm back.