Rise of the blood elves

529【Dath'Remar and the Strike of Flame】

While his thoughts were swirling, Angmar looked at the spire and found that there was no one on the balcony, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

After calming down for a while, he was about to leave, but suddenly he saw a familiar face in the viewing corridor at one end of the palace.He blinked, surprised, and suddenly appeared in the corridor.

The promenade is located along the Well of Eternity, backed by a garden and shaded by green trees. The moonlight shines through the dense canopy of trees, reflecting the sparkling water on the water below. Walking along it, I just feel quiet and peaceful, and it is indescribably comfortable.

At this time, there was no one in the viewing gallery. Only two night elves stood in the middle of the corridor hanging above the water, talking to each other. No one noticed Angmar standing quietly not far away.

"Master Luminarian, are you done?"

The night elf who spoke was tall, wearing the robes of a court mage, and exuding the elegance of a superior person in his movements. He was obviously an elite among the upper elves.There was uncontrollable excitement in his tone.

It's just that his appearance looks very weird, and he actually has long ocher-red hair with golden stripes.This can't even be said to be rare among night elves. It should be said to be unique.

The night elf known as Master Luminarion looks very normal, no different from ordinary night elves.Wearing a decent robe used for attending high-society occasions, the hands hanging naturally on both sides of the body are covered with calluses and some magic burn scars. He seems to be a magic craftsman.

"Fortunately, my lord, after a year of long forging process, I finally completed this work."

Luminarian nodded and took out a flaming red curved blade sword from behind.

This curved blade sword has an extremely peculiar shape, about one meter long, with a fire eagle spreading its wings carved on the hilt. The belly of the fire eagle is hollow, revealing the blazing core underneath.The blazing magic power is firmly locked in the wavy blade, causing the blade to emit blazing heat all the time. The closer it is to the hilt, the closer the color is to blazing white.

This blazing magic power flows on the surface of the blade, making the blade look like molten metal. Until the middle of the blade, the color changes from white to yellow, from yellow to red, and by the end of the blade, it has changed back to It has lost its original color, it is neither gold nor stone, and I don’t know what kind of material it is made of.

As soon as the ocher-haired court mage saw this curved-edged sword, he excitedly held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, "Yes, that's it! In my dream, it was as dazzling as the scorching sun. combustion……"

Looking at the curved blade sword, Luminarian showed a trace of reluctance in his eyes, sighed and smiled: "Lord Dath'Rema, in fact, it is also the work I am most proud of in my life. Just exchange it like this. I really can’t bear to give it to you.”

The ocher-haired court mage laughed heartily when he heard this, took Luminarian's arm very enthusiastically, and said seriously: "Thank you, master, I will never forget your efforts."

Then the two talked for a while and then said goodbye.

After Luminarian left, the ocher-haired court mage walked to the pavilion hanging on the water and couldn't put it down to play with the curved sword. He even waved it twice in the air, filling the entire corridor with a sense of oppression. Human heat wave.

Looking at this scene, Angmar also had a smile on his lips.

The court mage with long ocher-red hair was none other than the founder of the Sunstrider dynasty, the founder of Quel'Thalas, and the founding emperor of the high elves—Dath'Remar Sunstrider!

And that fiery red curved-edged sword was clearly the Flame Strike, one of the artifacts of Azeroth.

Angmar had just witnessed its forger, Luminarian, delivering it to Dath'Remar.

Speaking of which, this period of history also took place before the War of the Ancients.

Dath'Remar has a very ancient surname, and the origins of the Sunstrider family can even be traced back to the Dark Troll period when the night elves' customs had not yet been finalized.In short, by Dath'Remar's generation, he was so talented that he became an elite member of the night elves' upper class society. He served as a court mage in the palace of Zin Azshara in the capital, and was loyal to Queen Azshara.

As the War of the Ancients approaches, Dath'Remar's apocalyptic dreams become more frequent.In his dreams, he always dreamed of this fiery red curved sword that helped him kill everyone on the battlefield. He finally described the appearance of this weapon to Luminarian, the top magic craftsman in the Kaldorei Empire, and commissioned Lu Minarian made it.The latter went through all kinds of hardships, forged it with a magic furnace, and gave it to Dath'Rema.

Later, after the War of the Ancients, after hearing that the outside world was devastated, and realizing that Sargeras was not the god who brought blessings as the Queen said, but a demon intent on destroying the world, the court mage Dath'Remar no longer Choosing to help the tyrants, he united with colleagues who wanted to resist the Queen and Sargeras, escaped from the palace, and joined the Kalimdor Alliance.

He took part in all subsequent battles.

Many historical books have recorded his performance in battles. Whenever he wields the flaming strike, he is like a bloody god of war. He always plunges into the most brutal battlefields with unparalleled faith, stained with the blood of demons, and his hands The enemies of the Blade World are even as popular as the many famous strong men in the coalition forces, leaving an indelible impression on people.

Angmar couldn't help but think of the past many years ago.At that time, he was still weak, but it was through the ancient illusions left in the Flame Strike that he explored his future and gained the power to travel through ancient times.

With this thought in mind, he stepped forward to the pavilion and asked softly: "It's such a supreme sharp blade. Does it have a name?"

Dath'Rema, who was immersed in joy, did not expect that there was someone else in the corridor besides himself. He was suddenly awakened. When he turned around, he was shocked when he saw Angmar's appearance clearly, and he hurriedly saluted.

"Prophet? Sorry, I didn't know you were here..."

There is no court mage who does not know Angmar. After all, Azshara's "God-seeking Movement" was launched in the palace.Three years ago, Dath'Remar witnessed Angmar's heroic appearance above the Well of Eternity, so he was particularly impressed by him.

"No, Sir Dath'Remar, it was me who was abrupt," Angmar apologized with a smile, "After I sensed the magic fluctuations of this sharp blade, I was attracted to it, and I was immersed in this unforgettable perception for a while. , forgot to say hello.”

Dathrema said hurriedly: "Ah, this is just an inferior magic blade."

"There is no need to be modest. One day, your dream will come true. This weapon will also become famous in Azeroth with your rise, and you will achieve great achievements that will be remembered by future generations. Your Majesty Dath'Remar, your lifetime……"

Angmar, who stood with his hands behind his back facing the Well of Eternity, paused and said loudly:

"Destined to be extraordinary."

Dath'Rema was startled. He had never mentioned the dream about this fiery red magic blade to anyone except the magic craftsman Luminarian.At this moment, he couldn't help but think highly of Angmar, and added the words "omniscient" to his impression of the prophet.

But facing the second half of Angmar's words, he felt flattered no matter what.This is a prophecy, a prophecy spoken from the mouth of a prophet who possesses supreme power and is almost like a god!

What a great achievement...

"So...have you given a name to such a supreme blade?" Angmar's words interrupted Dath'Rema's reverie.

He recovered from his shock, looked at the flaming red curved blade sword in his hand and shook his head: "Actually, I really can't think of a name that would be worthy of it."

Angmar said without hesitation: "How about calling it...Flame Strike?"

"Strike of Flame?"

Dath'Rema tasted this word and couldn't help but feel happy. She felt that these four words seemed to contain some kind of strange magic power.

Flame Strike, doesn't this explain this weapon?

He felt extremely honored because his magic blade had actually been named by a god-like prophet!

Dathrema raised his head and was about to say thanks, but he only saw Angmar's retreating back.

"Your Excellency Dath'Rema, we will meet again." Angmar, who was walking away leisurely, waved his hand and disappeared into the air.

Dath'Rema stared blankly at the direction he was leaving. Everything that happened today gave him a very unreal feeling.The prophet suddenly arrived, not only predicting the rest of his life, but also giving this magic blade a name...

Thinking like this, he looked at the flaming red curved blade sword in his hand and murmured to himself:

"Strike of Flame...what a good name."

……

In the bedroom, Azshara leaned lazily on the bedside, holding a drawing board in her arms and scribbling on it with her other hand.

The silk gauze covered her body, but it could not block the seductive spring light.

Under her brush, colorful magic paints form a picture that demonstrates extraordinary artistic standards.

On the balcony of the minaret, a beautiful female night elf stood side by side with a handsome man with white skin wearing a fiery red robe, looking at the deep water below.The two were so close that their elbows even touched.

The two protagonists in the painting are Azshara herself and the prophet Angmar in her mind.It perfectly restored the scene that happened on the minaret not long ago.

However, what is different from reality is that Angmar in the painting is majestic, majestic and awe-inspiring.Azshara herself was very sweet, her pretty face flushed, and her face was filled with uncontrollable happiness.

The last stroke is completed, and the painting is perfect.

Azshara bit the brush, as if thinking about something. After a while, she moved her fingers gently, and the magical mist that shone like stars suddenly filled the air and covered the scroll. The two protagonists in the painting seemed to have obtained Like life, it started to move vividly.

I saw Azshara in the scroll falling straight into Angmar's arms...

Seeing such a scene, Azshara's face turned red and a happy smile filled her lips.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Azshara glanced at the door, put away the drawing board, and waved gently. Under the influence of magic, a luxurious robe flew out of thin air and was put on her body.

She walked to the door and opened it.

"What's wrong, my dear advisor?" Azshara asked looking at Havis who was bowing at the door.

Harveys leaned over and said: "Your Majesty, the transmission channel has made a breakthrough and can be reinforced later. The gods are very satisfied with this. I am here to ask you if you will instruct the court mages to continue the previous process. "

Azshara shook her head without thinking, "No, close it."

"What?" Harveys was shocked, "What about the gods on the other side? Lord Sargeras would have given us unparalleled valuable knowledge..."

"Follow my orders, Xavius," Azshara said without any doubt, "That is not a god, but a demon."

"I obey your orders, Your Majesty."

Harveys hesitated for a while, seemingly unwilling to accept the Queen's order, but in the end he was forced to have no choice but to nod regretfully and leave as ordered.

Azshara watched him leave, and it wasn't until Harveys disappeared around the corner that she withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and closed the door.

……

On the other side, Harveys, who was out of Azshara's sight, had no trace of regret on his face.It turned out that all his reactions in the brief conversation just now were just pretense.He walked quickly through the palace and finally came to the secret terrace where the transmission channel was located. As soon as he entered the terrace, his cronies surrounded him.

"My lord, what did Her Majesty say?"

These people looked very strange, with extremely fanatical expressions, and an imperceptible sickly dark green flashed in the depths of their eyes, as if they had been corrupted by evil energy.

Harveys walked to the passage first, bowed deeply to the evil flames burning inside, then turned around and said to his subordinates: "As the master expected, the Queen ordered us to close the passage. It seems that our actions are only I can turn into the dark, but although the arrival of the master will be delayed due to this, but..."

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