Rise of the blood elves

115 Magister Carlyle’s Intuition

"Go back and rest after recording the monitoring readings."

"Okay, my lord."

In the Sunwell Temple, Magister Carlyle said something to the sleepy researcher Duer beside him, then turned back and continued to concentrate on adjusting the energy-guiding array around the holy tree.

It was already dark, and only the old man and the young man were still working in the temple.

Since the core of the Holy Tree has completely restored its original form, it does not require any auxiliary means at all. The energy extracted from the underground magic network hub has increased more than ten times than before.Part of this rich magic power was absorbed by it for growth, and the other part was directed to the south by the energy-guiding devices set up by the magisters. It was transited by the Tower of Sunfury and the Tower of the Sun, providing a source of energy for the entire Silver Moon City and Sunchasing Island. Powered by the spell defense system.

With the joint efforts of the magisters, the temple, which was almost completely destroyed by the previous accident, has taken on a new look.They simply had the vaults and walls of the temple demolished, allowing the increasingly important sacred tree to get rid of its shackles and extend its branches without restriction.

Now the holy tree has grown a bit, and its lush branches and leaves cover the entire base of the open-air temple, which is more than ten meters above the ground.The tree roots growing in the new well are constantly flowing with golden energy, which complements the golden liquid in the well and illuminates the entire space extremely brightly.On the bright white bark, complex natural magic runes flash from time to time, spreading transcendent magic fluctuations that make the whole body comfortable and full of vitality.

"Lord Carlyle, do you think the Three Seats of Angmar will come back? I heard a very bad rumor. Are we really going to be indifferent?" Researcher Duer suddenly stopped what he was doing and asked.

Upon hearing this, Carlyle looked at the young researcher who was exhausted from overloaded work and whose eyes were bloodshot.

After the Battle of Dalaran ended in a disastrous defeat, all the magisters were sent to the south to find the whereabouts of the prince.The number of mages responsible for maintaining the operation of the Sunwell Temple has been reduced from 32 to five. The heavy workload makes them breathless. Each person needs to work at least fifteen or six hours a day to fill the manpower vacancies. .

Carlyle heard the tentative meaning in the researcher's words and said earnestly: "Don't believe those groundless accusations, young man. Your job is to monitor the growth of the sacred tree. Don't care about things beyond your ability. That will only harm you." yourself."

Carlyle's old eyes were full of deep concern that was naturally revealed, and he said earnestly: "Don't believe those groundless accusations, young man."

"But we should do something." The messy-haired Duer clenched his notes and raised his voice several octaves. This was the first time he spoke to his immediate boss in this tone.

Carlyle just looked at him, his old eyes full of natural deep concern, and after a long time he said: "Okay, go and rest. I will complete the rest of the work."

"But"

"No but"

Duer still wanted to argue, but backed down under the sharp rebuke from his superior. He put the notes, crystals and other objects that controlled the magic circle back to their original places, and left the temple with lowered eyelids and low spirits.

Looking at Duer's lost back, Magister Carlyle sighed heavily.

The current situation within the clan is really chaotic, and any unwise move may lead to disaster.

All of this was caused by the disappearance of Prince Kael'thas. The conservative nobles firmly controlled the Silver Moon Council and tried to regain power.Conflicts and conflicts were almost entirely concentrated in the military, and many senior officials in key positions were replaced by confidants of the conservative faction.

Except for the Far Traveler unit, which has formed an independent military system, and its subordinate Yongsong Rangers, which have been able to avoid the whirlpool of political struggles, even the once high-status group of magisters has become a arena for conservative nobles to compete for power.

Although the powerful Suiyun family and the Lankong family maintain a superficial alliance, they secretly have been competing for control of the magister group.

The magister group, which has lost all legendary leaders and more than half of the mid- to high-level epic mages, has become fat in everyone's eyes.

All official mages, the many well-established magic academies in the kingdom, including the tens of thousands of new mages undergoing rapid training on Zhuri Island, are under the direct control of the magister.Taken together, its importance far exceeds that of the military.

It can be said that in a chaotic situation, whoever can join the group of magisters will have the most weight in the political struggle.But this is not easy. Except for those magisters who originally joined the ranks due to nepotism, the remaining ordinary magisters do not like the Silver Moon Council's account.Most of them are loyal supporters of the prince, including Magister Carlyle himself, who has repeatedly rejected the attempts of the Lan Kong family to win over.

The only thing they long for is to find His Royal Highness as soon as possible and end the chaotic situation.

With this in his mind, Carlyle couldn't help but think of Angmar.That young man has opened up the embarrassing diplomatic situation where the blood elves are unjust and helpless. He has been in the limelight recently and enjoys a high reputation among the common people and the new class.Younger generations like Duer regard him as an idol.

Outsiders feel that this is entirely due to the prince's desire to shape the mainstream values ​​of "out of Quel'Thalas", pushing this visionary young man from behind the scenes to the front.He was made into a role model in the blood elf transformation trend, and he was given the transcendent status of the Third Magister to prove that he valued and cultivated the new generation of talents.Many people feel that, regardless of this relationship, the rise of the young man named Angmar is just due to luck and the prince's intentional favoritism.

but,

Only those who have experienced the defense of Quel'Danas, or those like Carlyle who have worked with him for a period of time, and experienced the changes in the Holy Tree together, understand the reason why Angmar can take this position, and no one else. It's as simple as you think.

For the conservative nobles who want to impose the charge of "murdering the prince" on such a young man with unlimited potential and at the peak of his reputation,

Magister Carlyle shook his head,

All he can say is that the old guard is too impatient.

This move carries both risks and benefits.If it succeeds, the new faction represented by Angmar will never recover. If it fails, it will be doomed.

Looking at all the actions taken by the conservative nobles to seize power in the past half month, they all show their eagerness.They put all their weight on the prince's true death or his inability to return smoothly. The whole gamble was full of uncertainty.It's like walking a tightrope. If you are not careful, you will lose everything.

Carlyle knew that for these conservative nobles who were about to withdraw from the historical stage of Quel'Thalas, now was the last chance to fight back.Therefore, they were uncharacteristically anxious and had to take control of the situation and consolidate their position before the prince returned.

But they didn't realize how terrible the risky move they made was.

The young man Carlyle thought that Angmar was not that easy to deal with.

Carlyle is old and has a clear view of world affairs.

Political disputes will only exacerbate the decadence of a race. At this time, a strong figure must stand up and quickly end this turmoil. Otherwise, if the Scourge Legion from the south moves north again, what will the blood elves fighting on their own have to do to resist?

If he were a few hundred years younger and had become a high-level remnant magister after the Dalaran catastrophe, Carlyle would naturally do something for his people. Perhaps he would personally participate in the search for the prince, or perhaps he would raise his arms and lead all aspiring magisters. He rebelled against the Parliament, but now he is really old and has no power.

Even this intense work will make his elbow joints sore, like a carriage axle that has not been oiled for a long time. Every rotation is carried out with unbearable friction.

"I really miss my youth."

Magister Carlyle muttered to himself, replacing the last mana crystal that had run out of energy with a new one. After casting a spell and adjusting the magic output parameters, he took one last look at the leafy and vibrant holy tree, and rubbed it. The stiff lower back walked toward the gap in the protective barrier.

He had an intuition that the young man who had always been underestimated would thwart the retrograde conspiracy of the conservative nobles, end this turmoil, and lead the blood elves back to the right path.

In a daze, a vague figure seemed to be walking towards him under the golden holy tree.

Magister Carlyle rubbed his dim old eyes, only to see the figure gradually break away from the cover of the fading technique and turn into a tall and thin young man.

"You are finally back, Three Seats of Angmar."

This old magister who had spent his entire life thinking about Quel'Thalas had a happy smile on his face.