Rise of the blood elves

322 [Master of Alien Magic]

"I must once again thank you for your righteous deeds. After learning that these children were kidnapped by trolls, the whole country was in an uproar. During this time, the calls for severe punishment of trolls have become louder and louder. These poor children have touched the hearts of the entire empire. Alas, only It’s a pity that we couldn’t rescue the remaining children and give an explanation to their parents and the people of the empire.”

Surrounded by a large number of elite guards, Ferguson led Angmar towards the military camp. He kept sighing as he walked forward, as if he felt empathy for Elisande's experience.As he spoke, he became much more polite to Angmar, and there was no trace of the arrogance on his face as before.

Because Ferguson knew that this foreigner with white skin and elegant demeanor was an extremely powerful mage.

Listening to the other party's words, Angmar's lips curled up slightly, knowing why the other party changed his attitude.

Ferguson thought that his detection spells were concealed enough, but he didn't know that his backward ancient magic had no concealment at all for Angmar who stood on the shoulders of giants.Sensing that the other party was probing him, Angmar simply revealed the magic power in his body.

Sure enough, no matter where they are, the strong will be respected.Especially the ancient night elves who highly respected magic.

Angmar felt that since the other party was Azshara's advisor, if he could use this relationship to "break into" the Night Elf Empire, it might be a good start. At least he would be closer to completing the clues to the illusion. One step forward.

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Angmar smiled and patted Elisande's head lovingly.

Although Elisande is extremely talented and intelligent, she is still just an ignorant girl no matter what. After experiencing so much, she heard that even the Queen valued her and her classmates’ experiences so much that she even sent Ferguson to do this. A big shot came to rescue and greet him, but he had long been overwhelmed by the battle. Uneasiness, fear and other emotions were entangled together, and he had been holding Angmar's hand tightly and refused to let go.

Ferguson, who was well-informed, keenly captured the little girl's dependence on Angmar and the latter's love for her. He quickly found the appropriate topic, looked down at Elisande, and said very kindly:

"Ellisande, gratitude is always one of the noblest virtues. Please remember your kindness, okay?"

Elisande nodded seriously.

Ferguson smiled with satisfaction, then shook his head with emotion and said:

"We have checked this girl's background. She has no relatives, and her only guardian also died in this incident. Although we will assign a new guardian for her, for a child who suffered this disaster, it may not be possible to step out of the shadows. Such a simple thing”

When Ferguson said the words "assign a guardian", Elisande clenched his little hands tighter, raised his head, and looked at Angmar expectantly.

Angmar's heart couldn't help softening, and he sighed helplessly to himself, facing the girl's gaze, and jokingly said:

"Little guy, it seems I can't get rid of you."

After speaking, Angmar turned to Ferguson and asked:

"I wonder if your country's laws allow me to serve as Elisande's guardian. I have always longed for Suramar, the magical capital of your country. I am eager to stay there for a while and witness its glory. I can just take care of it. Of course, the premise of all this is that your country can allow me, a traveler, to enter."

Elisande breathed a sigh of relief, and his face suddenly regained its luster.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Ferguson nodded in agreement, "Of course it's not a problem. I can make the final decision on this matter. It just so happens that I have to go to Suramar to take care of the aftermath and give an explanation to the people of Suramar City on behalf of the Queen. Your Excellency can just meet you. I'll go with you."

"This is also a good thing for little Elisande, right?" He smiled at Elisande again and added.

After walking for a while, we finally arrived at the center of the military camp.

Ferguson summoned a maid, patted Elisande on the shoulder and said:

"You must be hungry. I have prepared delicious food. Follow her and eat some."

Elisande still held Angmar's hand, her eyes full of help, and refused to leave.Seeing this, Angmar stretched out his right hand, and a warm breeze suddenly rose around him. All the arcane energy floating in the air was dissociated and gathered into his palm, shining with a bright blue luster.

Under Ferguson's surprised gaze, a pink cream cake appeared in Angma's hand, dotted with a cherry on top.

Angmar knelt down, handed it to Elisande, and said comfortingly:

"Go ahead, we'll go back to Suramar in a while, okay?"

Elisande took the cream cake. Although she was very reluctant, she nodded obediently and left with the maid.

Ferguson's eyes were fixed on the small cream cake. He was dumbfounded and deeply shocked by it.

What kind of spell is this?

Wave your hand to condense the arcane energy and turn it into physical food. This spell

simply incredible

Angmar glanced at Ferguson quietly.

The art of food creation seems simple, but in fact it involves profound magical principles of mutual transformation of energy and matter.

Compared with the Food Creation Technique, the Water Creation Technique does not even deserve to have a unique spell name at all, because its principle is just to use arcane energy to condense water vapor into liquid. It is an unknown number of orders of magnitude lower in difficulty. Even the worst All apprentices can easily master it.

Although the arcane ways of the ancient Night Elf Empire are unique, and due to their proximity to the Water Tower and the Well of Eternity, a few areas are comparable to or even surpass modern magic. But overall, they are still far behind, especially It's hard to compare with Quel'Thalas, which has the same origin and is better than its predecessors.

Unsurprisingly, it was this small modern spell developed by the high elves that shocked Ferguson.

"Your Excellency, I have to excuse myself for a moment. Please understand that since you have information about the trolls, these soldiers must go through due procedures." Ferguson suppressed the shock in his heart, cleared up his expression, pointed and walked aside The officer of the Third Legion who arrived said to Angmar.

Angmar nodded, and then followed the officers with resolute faces and arrogant expressions to a military tent.

Ferguson watched Angmar leave, grabbed the entourage on the side and whispered: "You also go over, don't let those people neglect this magic master. I want to report to Her Majesty the Queen to go quickly."

The entourage hurriedly ran all the way and followed him into the tent.

Ferguson didn't waste much time and walked quickly to his tent. After he dismissed his men, he recited a spell to the crystal ball placed in the center of the table, accompanied by a special gesture seal. After a while, the dense magical mist appeared. As it spread, the distant scene inside the Aissalin Palace appeared.

This is a circular lookout facing the majestic Well of Eternity. The back of a beautiful woman is right in front of you. Her long, smooth bright silver hair is tied behind her head, and she is wearing a mooncloth embellished with silver threads. The long skirt shows off the graceful figure, making it extremely elegant and noble.

"Havis, is this the magic you want to show me?"

She looked at the group of upper elf mages at the end of the observation tower who were working together to cast spells, and said something very lazily, and then turned around.

An impeccable face appeared in the spiritual mist.

"Your Majesty." Royal Advisor Ferguson hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

"What's wrong, Ferguson, this is the second time you have contacted me in one day. I said that you are solely responsible for this matter. Is there any new problem that is beyond your ability?"

Azshara blinked slowly, her tone extremely calm, as if nothing in the world could make her emotions fluctuate.After saying that, her soft and boneless hands slowly reached towards the tray held by the maid, and picked a grape from the bunch with water droplets hanging on it.

Ferguson did not dare to raise his head, maintaining a respectful posture and said:

"Your Majesty, I found an alien magic master. A true magic master."

"Oh" Azshara's eyes opened slightly, a trace of curiosity flashed across her eyes, and she put the grapes back on the tray, "Tell me, what kind of magic master"