Rise of the blood elves

354【Encounter with Maiev】

"Teacher, how long will it take for us to go back? I want to continue practicing spells."

On the outskirts of Suramar, Elisande asked Angmar playfully while riding on a nightsaber.Behind the girl, there were several servants tightly surrounding her, fearing that she would fall off the night saber because she was not good at riding.

Angmar pulled the reins, causing the night saber to stop, and said to the girl seriously:

"Ellisande, relaxation is the foundation for practicing arcane magic. A long time ago, there was a mage who wanted to enter the city before dark. He even brought an apprentice to hold a book for him."

"Teacher, you have told this story several times. The mage was in a hurry, but the rope binding the books broke and the books fell apart, which wasted time. In the end, the city gate was closed and he couldn't get in, right?" The corner of Elisande's mouth turned down slightly, "You must teach me the principle of haste makes waste. The pronunciation of this sentence is really strange. And, since he is a mage, why doesn't he use teleportation magic, or ride a horse? You are riding in a carriage and walking is so slow."

Angmar scratched his head in embarrassment, thinking to himself: Am I really so verbose?

"Well, let me tell you a new story. Once upon a time there was a woodcutter, he"

"I know that sharpening the ax will not delay the woodcutter," Elisande said, speaking in Chinese, "You have told this story many times. In order to chop more wood, the woodcutter saved the time of sharpening the axe. As a result, The more he uses the ax, the duller it becomes, and his harvest becomes less and less.”

Angmar suddenly became ashamed, and with a straight face, he lectured:

"What is the meaning of the latter story? The physical and mental condition of the mage is like a hatchet and an axe. It must be paid attention to at all times and adjusted to the best state. This is the best shortcut to practice arcane magic. This outing is to let you experience the great potential of magic. Relax your body and mind with the charm of nature. Keeping yourself at home will only make you a homebody."

Elisande blinked her eyes. She was no longer surprised that Angmar often said words with strange pronunciations. She said curiously:

"Zizizizhai, what is a otaku girl?"

"She's just a silly girl who never leaves home and practices magic all day long," Angmar said fiercely.

Elisande stuck out her tongue and launched a cute offensive.

"But I really want to go back. Come on, teacher, can you teach me a few more spells?"

Angmar's impregnable defense line collapsed instantly, "Okay, okay, let's go back."

Five days have passed since the Suramar Spell Showdown.After living with herself, Elisande gradually came out of the gloom, becoming more and more cheerful, and more and more like what a girl of her age should be.

Surrounded by servants on call and beautiful maids waiting around, Angmar lived very comfortably.

In order to adapt to the life habits of the night elves, he had completely reversed the jet lag. When dusk fell, Angmar woke up from his sleep. After having breakfast with the servants, he took Elisande to study in the first half of the night. Later theories of magic.

In the afternoon, he locked himself in the study room of the mage tower, and while learning the knowledge of ancient Kaldorei magic, he delved into the mysteries of time and soul.

Such days were very fulfilling, but there was only one thing that made him very dissatisfied.

Ever since Elisande won the championship, visitors have almost crossed the threshold of the mansion. It's a pity that the night elf-style building has no threshold.

Less than half of them are admissions staff from major magic academies who came here because of the reputation, and almost all of the rest are here for Angmar.

The senior Moon Guard under Ravencrest invited him to Black Crow Castle as a guest. The upper elf mage organization in Elrethalas hoped that he could attend the magic summit the next month. The beautiful widow next door also invited him to attend the half-term meeting. A private banquet attended by all the beautiful ladies in the city

Angmar went.

He must say that the beautiful Lady Dorothea, the poor widow, was not lying.

During the banquet, he heard that the count husband of this beautiful lady had died in a bizarre accident not long ago. It was said that he drank too much and drowned in a street fountain in the lower city.When found, the body was swollen and emitted an unpleasant stench, similar to a drunken man's vomit mixed with the smell of alcohol.

The stench even polluted the fountain. No matter how much the city management tried to clean it, the water flowing out of it was so smelly that even the mage was helpless.

Fortunately, this strange smell that was obviously caused by magic would not spread into the air and would gradually dissipate over time, so the management temporarily forgot about it.

It would be the joke of the year if someone unlucky enough to get caught by the water from the fountain.Because it is speculated that the smell of vomit will not dissipate for two months.

Because the family is sparse and has no brothers or heirs, this poor Earl has more than a dozen properties in the upper city, two manors in the south of the city, four wineries, and seven or eight properties in the city. , it was all inherited by the widow Dorothea, who stayed alone in the empty house.

Interesting anecdotes are anecdotes, and banquets are banquets, but when Dorothea's cheeks glowed with a charming drunkenness, and she invited Angma to a more private place to talk about more personal things, Angmar was not satisfied. Dare to stay longer, he quickly excused himself saying that he had to go home to take care of the children, and then he was able to return.

For several days in a row, every dawn, this beautiful widow would always put on the clothes that best flattered her perfect figure and wait for him outside Angmar's mansion.Angmar didn't dare to go out. He always asked the housekeeper to deal with it, but he still underestimated Dorothea's determination.

Slowly, rumors began to spread among the nobles in the uptown area. It was a romantic story about a foreign magic master and a beautiful widow who lost her husband.

Padridge, who was obsessed with studying golden citrine, laughed when he learned about this and claimed that he was helpless.

Angmar was miserable.

If Ferguson were still around, he might be able to help him solve this problem. He had disappeared for several days, and he didn't know what to do.

Annoyed, Angmar, who originally planned to go to Narthalas Magic Academy at the invitation of Prince Faroldis in a few days, took Elisande to the countryside to relax, in the name of helping this person. The little girl who painstakingly studied magic knowledge relaxed and relaxed.

"A forest wolf, have you seen it? I used arcane vision. The sight is blocked by the grass and cannot be seen by the naked eye. It is hiding in the tangled grass, staring at a fat rabbit eating grass."

On the way back, Angmar suddenly stopped, pointed to the edge of the forest, and said sideways to Elisande.

When Elisande watched curiously, he waved gently to the guard. The latter understood, took off his bow and arrow, and handed it to Angmar.

Angmar weighed the bow and then smiled.It had been a long time since I had touched a bow. It was two years ago when I accompanied Prince Kael'thas, who was worried about magic experiments, to the Hillsbrad Hills to relax, and shot a brown bear with the bow and arrow of the royal guard.The trophies are placed in your "finance room"

After serving as a royal advisor, you have to learn a little bit of everything, and you may not be able to use it one day. There is a dedicated person in the prince's personal team who is responsible for training these.Angmar has learned quite well, and his archery skills are especially good, which is already slightly better than "bad".

He took out an arrow from the quiver, placed the tail groove on the bowstring, pushed forward and pulled back, roughly calculated the distance, estimated the weight of the bow, and pointed the arrow cluster directly at the forest wolf in the grass. Lifted up a few inches.

Elisande was startled and asked hurriedly: "What are you going to do?"

Angmar adjusted his breathing slowly. Fortunately, the night saber was still enough, so he didn't have to stand on the ground.Hearing the girl's words, he said perfunctorily: "This is saving that cute rabbit, Elisande."

Elisande believed it and frowned: "Teacher, but forest wolves are also part of the natural cycle. Carnivores eat herbivores. Isn't this a natural law? That was a female wolf, and now is the season of giving birth. Maybe There is a litter of wolf cubs waiting for him to nurse."

Angmar was speechless and slowly put down his bow and arrow.

Elisande smiled innocently when she saw this.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound in the air, and an arrow shot straight into the grass at a tricky angle.Just hearing a painful cry, the rabbit was frightened and ran away. In the arcane vision of the two people, the she-wolf with an arrow in the back of the head made no sound, twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Angmar looked in the direction of the arrow, and saw Maiev Shadowsong, the high-ranking priestess who had once had a relationship with him, riding a nightsaber out of the forest.

"My lord." Maiev saluted Angmar coldly, and then walked towards the forest wolf.

"Greetings to you, High Priestess." Angmar bowed slightly on his mount, "Are you coming to hunt too?"

"Hunting" Maiev stopped when he heard this, glanced at Angmar, shook his head and said, "No, I was just passing by to go to the Morrowind Village Orphanage in the south of the city."

Angmar was puzzled. In his impression, Maiev Shadowsong, who was a high-ranking member of the Sisters of Elune in ancient times, did not look like someone who would casually shoot a wild animal.

Seemingly sensing Angmar's doubts, Maiev walked away while minding her own business and said:

"This year's summer rains have been abundant in the suburbs of the city, and the plants are growing well. The number of herbivores that feed on them has skyrocketed, and the number of forest wolves has also increased. This wolf migrated from the west. Their number has become a wolf disaster. , threatening travelers passing by, I have an obligation to shoot any forest wolf I encounter."

As she spoke, she squatted down and pulled out the arrow stuck in the back of the she-wolf's head. After confirming that the arrow cluster was not damaged and that the arrow shaft had no hidden damage that would cause structural instability, she wiped the blood on it and inserted the arrow back into her back. In the pot.

"But if the wolves are gone, there will be more rabbits, and the forest will be eaten up." Elisande asked innocently.

Maiev smiled and said, "Little girl, the nearby hunters have already heard the news and arrived. They will deal with those herbivores and restore balance to the forest."

After saying that, she actually ignored the blood stains that would stain her plain white robe and was about to carry the forest wolf on her shoulders.

"What is the priestess doing?"

Angmar hurriedly got off his mount and asked his followers to help him.

"Wolf skins can be given to orphans to sell for money, and wolf meat can be used to make meat porridge for orphans. The war has lasted for so long, and the nobles have been singing and dancing every night, but they are unwilling to spend money to care for the fallen soldiers, let alone fund the war. Orphans who have lost their parents, we can only rely on ourselves.”

When turning to Angmar, Maiev's expression became cold again, and her words seemed to be dissatisfied with the behavior of some nobles.

Angmar opened his mouth, but no words came out. The respect for the Sisters of Elune in his heart increased even more.

orphan

No matter how the war progresses, these children will always be the most innocent victims.

"Sorry, please allow me to offer my help."

"Thank you."

Maiev did not refuse and allowed Angmar's entourage to help her carry the forest wolf onto the mount and tie it to the saddle with a rope.

Angmar from the Morrowind Village Orphanage muttered the name silently, thought for a while, smiled at Maiev and said, "We happen to be on the way, so let's go together, Priestess."

After speaking, he winked at Elisande.

Elisande quickly understood, blinked his big watery eyes, and added:

"Yes, yes, we are planning to bring delicious strawberry cake to the orphans. Big sister, let's go together."

Seeing Elisande looking at her longingly, Maiev's cold face softened and she nodded.

"Ok."