Rise of the blood elves

493 [A sensation in the city]

"Padrige, this is our only chance to rise to the leadership of Parliament. Do you want to watch this God-given opportunity slip away from you?"

In the living room of Rann's mansion, Dalton Rann, the fifth member of the Magister's Council of Suramage City, was having a private conversation with his colleague Padrich.

Facing this master of enchantment, Senator Dalton seemed very excited and tried his best to persuade him to agree with his point of view.

But Padrich's expression has not changed from the beginning to the end. He just sits peacefully on the seat near the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the beautiful city street scene in the light of the rising sun.

"Dalton, you know, I have never been interested in fighting for power, nor do I want to use this political turmoil to consolidate my position. I'm not here to listen to you, I just want you to help me. Ed.”

Padridge said.

Padrich is the leading enchantment master in the Kaldorei Empire. Even Her Majesty the Queen's favorite dress was enchanted by him.He was once deeply favored by the Queen, but unfortunately 50 years ago, he lost favor because of the High Elves. He had no choice but to settle in Suramar City and seek refuge with his old friend Lloyd.

Although it was not as good as the capital Zin Aissalin, at least this new magical city with a strong academic atmosphere could keep him away from the chaotic political environment of the capital.

Not greedy for money, not lustful, not greedy for pleasure, nor pursuing power and status.For this fallen enchantment master, nothing could interest him except the study of enhanced enchantment techniques.

In order to facilitate his magic research, Grand Magister Lloyd, who served as the Speaker of the Magister Parliament, gave him a false position.

Although Padrich is a Magister Councilor and enjoys equal treatment and resource allocation, he does not have to undertake any substantive work. He only has to help the city of Suramar cultivate talents in enchantment and occasionally make guest appearances at the higher magic schools under the council. Ask the professor.

Dalton Lane was pacing in the living room, "Padrige, I know that Lloyd has been your old friend for many years, but now no one can save him. His loss of power is inevitable. Do you see that those upper elves have Damn it, they are so indiscriminate. They just follow the wind and rain. They seize on the smallest things and label them as anti-Queens. I really can't help them."

A few days ago, Lloyd, the Grand Magister of Suramar City and the Speaker of the Council of Magisters who govern the city, publicly expressed doubts about the Queen.

Although the 12-year expansion war greatly expanded the territory of the empire, it defeated the Drakkari trolls in the north, the Amani trolls in the northeast, the Gurubashi trolls and the Zandalari trolls in the south. Abandoning their armor, these vulgar barbarians no longer dare to invade the empire's borders, but the price is also extremely heavy.

This war not only cost hundreds of thousands of young night elves their lives, but also caused the empire's finances to begin to struggle to make ends meet.

However, after the war, instead of lowering the tax rate that had been increased several times during the war, the Queen ignored the voices of the people at the bottom and devoted all her resources to the research of a new type of large-scale permanent portal.

It is said

The upper elf found the only true god in the universe for the queen, and studied the portals in order to welcome the arrival of the true god.

But what true god can be more important than the people of the empire?

Twelve years of heavy taxes have drained the savings of the people at the bottom. Some poor people in marginal areas now have trouble even eating.

When will the most wise queen in the history of the night elves, who loves her people the most, the light of light that everyone admires, will

It became like this

Not everyone had the same doubts, but only Lloyd dared to step forward and hold the Queen accountable.

When the news reached Azshara's ears, she just said lightly that this Lloyd talked too much, so Lloyd was dismissed.

The executor was the Imperial Supervisory Body of the High Elves. They sent a number of legendary mages and took away Speaker Lloyd directly.

Now everyone in Suramar City is in danger.

The nobles in the upper city, no matter how close they were to Lloyd before, were eager to draw a clear line with him immediately to avoid the wrath of Her Majesty the Queen.Those who were far away were even more silent. No one dared to speak out for the unfair treatment suffered by Lloyd, because this incident made people completely understand one thing.

The Queen has really changed.

This can be seen just from the fact that she connived with the high elf supervisors to indiscriminately arrest everyone who was too close to Lloyd on unfounded charges.

"Dalton, listen to me," Padridge sighed, "those upper elf supervisors are interrogating the senators. You and I have been interrogated for just a few days. I beg you to watch your words. Lloyd is currently The crime is only exile, I am worried that it will be exaggerated by those supervisors."

He shook his head and said nothing further, but the implication was self-evident.

"Of course I will pay attention to Padridge. I can sit in this position for so many years and still don't understand the principle of protecting one's own safety. After all, if Lloyd is completely ruined, it will not benefit me. If this is what you call a gang He, I can totally do it. But do you understand what I mean?"

Senator Dalton Lane stopped abruptly.

"We have to take the initiative. I'm not asking you to take advantage of this chaos to fight for power. I would ask you like that unless I was stupid. Everyone can see that the Queen is determined to attack Suramar City this time. , after excluding dissidents, the entire parliament will be firmly controlled by the upper elf, and we must join forces to keep warm."

Padridge was still looking out the window and didn't answer.

Congressman Dalton walked up to him and said seriously: "Listen, don't you understand why you ended up here 50 years ago? We have common interests. I want to secure my seat as a member of the parliament, and you want to retain your status as a magister." To continue conducting magical experiments, these two do not conflict with saving Lloyd, listen to me."

Kang dang

While he was talking, the door to the living room was suddenly pushed open and fell heavily against the wall.Both of them frowned subconsciously. The current political situation was turbulent and the visitor was so anxious that they both thought of something bad.

Just like "Oh no, the Highborne Inspector wants to summon you."

But when he turned around to look, the person who came was Dalton Lane's only son, Bennett Lane, with a heavy look of joy on his face. He was panting and disheveled. He didn't look like a nobleman at all. .

Dalton's face fell.

"Father, I found the prophet." Bennett leaned on his knees and gasped.

"What are you talking about? Take your breath before you speak. Master Padridge is here. The Lann family will almost lose their face to you."

Councilor Dalton was furious until Bennett took a few steps forward and raised the magic portrait in his hand.

It was a missing person notice, obviously freshly torn off a notice board.In the portrait, a white-skinned foreigner stands with his hands tied above the Well of Eternity.

"Father, Prophet, Prophet, I have found him."

Dalton's eyes widened suddenly, he grabbed his son's shoulders and said tremblingly: "What you said is true."

"It's true"

"Good son, good son"

The sun was shining brightly, and the guards stationed in the west of the city. Looking at his angry men, Jarod Shadowsong felt extremely helpless.

In fact, he was also very sleepy.

His morning security patrol had just ended, and as soon as he lay down on the bed in the officer's dormitory, he was awakened by a special urgent magic message from the parliament.

"Work harder, work harder again," someone complained dissatisfiedly, "Could someone claim to have found the prophet again? If the news is false, I promise to beat the rumour-mongering mother to death. I don’t even know them”

Because the queen's reward was too tempting, and the last place where the prophet appeared was in the western suburbs of Suramar, in the past three years, there were always some guys who were driven by the desire for profit and did stupid things like lying about information.

After spreading rumors and confirming that his legs were broken, the guards of Suramar City Guard were the most tired.

Not only do they have to verify the authenticity of the information, but if the information is false, they are also responsible for the imprisonment and punishment of the rumor mongers.There are too many such rumor makers. The problem is that the guards dare not relax at all because the Queen is so concerned about this matter that the guards' workload is more than ten times greater than before.

"You are indeed right, but the destination is not far away, just in the western suburbs. If we hurry, we can catch the guy who spread the rumors in less than half an hour, and then we can catch up on our sleep." Jarod chuckled. There was a sound.

"Fuck you motherfucker, Elune, please forgive my dirty words." Angry shouts came one after another.

"Okay, okay, cheer up quickly, let's go"

Jarod Shadowsong clapped his hands, took the lead in getting on the Night Saber, and rushed out of the station.The guards followed listlessly. Not only them, but also the mounts were quite dissatisfied with performing tasks during the day.

A dozen nightsabers left their base and ran through the deserted streets of Suramar during the day.Xicheng is a civilian area with little daily life. The lavish daily life of living and drinking is exclusive to the upper city area. The tax burden has been heavy recently, and the poor have no money left to indulge in drunkenness.Even those taverns that had unclear connections with the nobles closed down.

Arriving at the west city square, Jarod immediately realized something was wrong.

The nobles of the upper city, the magister councilors, and even the high-level elf supervisors who came to rectify the rules and regulations, all rode in expensive night saber cars and carriages, and under the protection of the parliament's exclusive guards, they rushed out of the city. It almost fills up the wide street.

Jarod could clearly name the big shots inside.

"Boss, can it be true this time?" A guard looked at this spectacular sight in surprise and asked in a low voice.

"Don't ask any more questions, let's go." Jarod hurriedly pinched the soft belly of his mount. If he didn't arrive at the incident site before these people, he might be held accountable again.The parliament is fine, but the nobles are the most difficult to serve. Whenever there is a slight oversight in the work of the guards, they will be held accountable to the parliament over and over again, as if not doing so does not reflect their superior status.

Just as he accelerated through the city gate, a familiar voice came from beside him.

"Garold"

Jarod turned around and saw a tall, slender, and beautiful female night elf wearing the robes of a high-ranking priest of the Temple of the Moon, standing by the city gate, holding the reins of the night saber in her hand.

It looked like she was blocked from the team out of the city.

just

The plain white robe was stained with lots of blood, which was shocking.

"Sister, why are you back so late?" Jarod said helplessly, "Pay attention to your appearance. This is not the first time someone has reported to me about a high-level priestess murderer."

"Don't talk nonsense. You know, no one has donated money to the orphanage recently. I always have to go to the woods to hunt some prey for the children." Maiev Shadowsong rubbed her tired eyes and headed towards the menacing team leaving the city. Nuzui, "What's going on?"

Jarod smiled bitterly and said: "They said they found the prophet. I think it may be true this time. The whole city is in a sensation. Let's go and see together."

"Okay, well, we can't enter the city anyway." Maiev Shadowsong pondered for a while, then readily agreed to Jarod's invitation, turned over and mounted his mount.