Rise of the blood elves

231【The Phantom Reappears】

The dilapidated stone steps were overgrown with weeds. As they gradually went up, away from the warmth brought by the bonfire, the air became colder and colder. The howling wind poured in along the stairs, making Angmar's robes rustle.

The scar-faced female night elf respectfully led the way, and the two finally arrived at the staircase platform at the top of the temple. Behind them were the internal stone steps leading to the second floor of the temple, and in front of them was a viewing corridor that extended straight to the sea.

After all, this magnificent palace could not escape the erosion of time.The stone pillars on both sides of the corridor have collapsed for many years, and the stone dome collapsed to one side and rested on the top of another building, blocking half of the passage.

Even though the signs of weathering are very serious, the intricate and beautiful carvings on the dome can still be vaguely discerned.

"Prophet, Lord Illidan is over there."

The scar-faced woman bowed respectfully and pointed to the end of the passage.

In the rainy sky, a tall figure with outstretched wings was blurred, and only the green magic pattern behind it flickered.Around him, evil energy and azure arcane energy intertwined into an unknown spell, flickering on and off like a strange navigation light in the dark night.

Angmar nodded and walked into the storm.

As he gradually moved forward, he suddenly felt a rather strange feeling, as if he had been here before, and he couldn't help but look around.

The scenes in front of me gradually overlapped with the long-lasting "memory", and the flowing yellow sand suddenly filled my mind, and a familiar scene flashed across my mind.

The same corridor, but intact, the same night sky, but far older than today

Two bright moons, one big and one small, hung high in the night sky. Under the bright moonlight, the black "sea" was turbulent, and the dense magical mist was steaming, exuding bursts of breathtaking and distant aura.

A group of palace maids bowed and held up trays filled with fruits and fine wine. They followed a graceful and noble female night elf with an extraordinary temperament like stars holding the moon, and gradually walked towards the far end of the corridor.

She had golden eyes, and her beauty made Haoyue eclipse her, as if there was nothing else in the world that could compare with her.

Through the veil that covers her body, her graceful figure is looming, her delicate skin is radiant, her two slender, straight and round bare feet fall gently on the spotless carpet, and from time to time she pinches a grape from the maid's tray. Put it in your mouth, and feel a full sense of laziness in your movements.

As her beautiful eyes looked around, her eyes as soft as water frequently flowed towards the tall and thin man walking with her.

"When will you agree to my request?"

It was hard to imagine that with her status, she would say the word "request".

The tall and lanky man turned around, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Angmar's, and humbly replied: "My Queen, please give me some more time so that I can think clearly about the cause and effect."

When the Queen heard the words, she gave a soft "Hmm", which was like a careless whisper, which was extremely pleasant. Her eyes became extremely far-reaching, as if she was daydreaming about the beautiful future, and murmured: "You always don't understand my painstaking efforts. When success comes, this world will eventually be all about you and me. Think about it, such a future is so beautiful that it’s intoxicating.”

Under the explicit words, the tall and thin man remained unmoved. His blue eyes showed deep regret, and he said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Aisshara, our definition of beauty is different. of."

The scene faded away, and Angmar was breathing heavily. His heart was filled with turmoil. He hurriedly lifted his cloak, only to find that the Flame Strike was hanging quietly on his waist, without any abnormalities.

Just like the illusion revealed by the Flame Strike, the fragments from 1 years ago reappeared.It's just that this time it appeared on its own without the help of any external objects.

He was shocked by the scene in the picture where he was traveling with Queen Azshara of the Night Elf Empire.

At that time, Azshara should have noticed the existence of Sargeras and intended to summon him to Azeroth.

Perhaps it happened after "Angmar" successfully forged Flamestrike

Angmar thought for a long time.The content of the vision is too shocking.

After a long while, he continued to move, walked to the circular viewing platform at the end of the corridor, and stood quietly behind Illidan.

"Prophet, do these ruins of the palace remind you of anything?"

Illidan did not look back, but he had already noticed his arrival, withdrew the detection spell, and said without looking back.

Angmar frowned and said nothing.

"You abandoned Azshara after she abandoned her former faith and instead believed in Sargeras. You assembled the most powerful army in history, including demigods, dragons, night elves, furbolgs, and even There were tauren and those Tideskier Vrykul who defeated the highborne and their demonic masters with the power of thunder, and watched helplessly as the highborne who once believed in you were swallowed up by the rolling waves."

Illidan stared at the black sea.

"You taught me what it means to be truly ruthless, huh," he sneered. "My behavior, which has been criticized by my compatriots and relied on absorbing the magic power of the Moon Guards under me to save the defeat, is nothing compared to yours." It doesn’t count.”

Illidan turned around and looked directly into Angmar's eyes. The magic flames were dancing under the eye patch, and he asked as if he was talking to himself: "You are obviously familiar with every so-called historical node and know all the crux of it. But why are you content to play this weak blood elf and do nothing when the Burning Legion comes back?"

His expression became painful and twisted, and he kept shaking his head.

"Could it be that all you value is the completeness of this meaningless so-called timeline? That's why I left you 1 years ago and went to the Burning Legion to seek new power. Now you must have seen something established. Road, don’t you impose it on me, impose it on everyone, impose the fate of this world on me."

"Not accepted."

Illidan's voice grew louder and louder, until he was almost roaring.The evil demonic patterns on his body suddenly became extremely dazzling, and the bright green light illuminated the open platform, making the rolling waves below even more terrifying.

click

A bolt of lightning fell into the distant sea and exploded into huge waves.

"From now on, maybe my path will occasionally overlap with the path of the character you play now, but I will no longer follow your guidance. To you, we are just insignificant figures in the torrent of time. Just a chess piece." Illidan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said slowly.