stonecrandall 536【"Prophet Class" has started】
536【"Prophet Class" has started】
Angmar spent the whole day in Suramar's vault.Using the Eye of Aman'Thul, he examined many possibilities regarding the ancient war.
He discovered that even though Xavius was a recognized master of conspiracy and trickery, he was still as vulnerable to Queen Azshara as a child in front of an adult.
Azshara is simply aware of everything, and even the slightest abnormality cannot escape her eyes.No matter what method Harveys used, he could not use the magic of the Well of Eternity to open a new portal under her nose to welcome the arrival of the Burning Legion.
While meditating, time passed by in a hurry, and it was almost night before I knew it.Angmar had to leave the secret vault and returned to the western suburbs.
Today is the first "class" day for those new apprentices.
As soon as he returned to the small courtyard, Angmar found that Vashchi was the only one standing alone in the courtyard.
The houses of Ronin and Krasus were empty, and Brox, who was still recovering from his serious injury, was not lying on his hospital bed.This time would come every day, and Maiev, who was treating the three people, did not come, and Elisande was nowhere to be seen.
Angmar was shocked and asked: "Where have everyone gone?"
Vashj bowed politely and explained: "That's it, sir. Earlier, the Magister Council of Suramar City sent an invitation to Miss Elisande to participate in this magister assessment. Now that the lady has passed, I'll probably be back in the middle of the night..."
Angmar shook his head.
After living in Suramar City for so long, he had a rough understanding of the Magister's appointment system.As magical civilization continues to develop, the demand for relevant talents is always rising.As one of the most prestigious magic research centers in the Kaldorei Empire, Suramar officials will cultivate or introduce talents through various methods.The most outstanding mages will be selected from time to time to serve as magisters, and they will be given outstanding preferential treatment and entrusted with important tasks. They will be asked to lead an increasingly important magic research work, be responsible for a certain project, or to go to a newly built magic academy or research center. Serve as a person in charge.
Those participating in the selection of magisters are all outstanding talents in various fields. Most of them are well-known and widely known among the imperial mages.No matter what, Elisande is just a young man with no qualifications and undoubtedly does not have the conditions to participate in the selection.
What's more, the Magister's Council is now at the center of a political whirlpool. Not only has Speaker Lloyd been exiled, but several remaining crucial former members are also under investigation. All power has fallen to the investigation sent by the Queen. In the hands of the regiment, even the original functions can no longer be used. How can it be possible to start the selection process of a new magister at such a juncture?
Angmar didn't need to think about it to know that the invitation to Elisande was not from the Magister Council, but from the head of the investigation team that actually controlled the council, Royal Advisor Ferguson.
This person is a close associate of Azshara and an old acquaintance of Angmar in another timeline. The reason why Ferguson did this was most likely due to the instruction of Queen Azshara.She opened the back door for little Elisande.
Angmar glanced at Vashchi and asked: "Is this what Her Majesty the Queen means?" [￥ *@fastest update]
Vashj nodded candidly and said: "Yes, Miss Elisande has a unique talent, and Her Majesty the Queen values her very much."
Angmar smiled.
Elisande is indeed extremely talented, and Angmar is fully aware of this.
The Well of Eternity allows night elves who grew up in this era to enjoy unparalleled magical affinity and arcane energy manipulation capabilities.It's a pity that success is also the well of eternity, and failure is also the well of eternity.
The cornerstone of the ancient night elf arcane system is the magic of the Well of Eternity.If one day the cornerstone is no longer there, all superstructures will face the predicament of unstable foundations, be severely weakened, or simply collapse.
After Azshara ascended the throne, the Kaldorei Empire expanded rapidly.In order to meet the needs of the war, the whole country specializes in magic research in related directions, which exacerbates the hidden dangers faced by the already deformed Kaldoreo magic system.
Until the War of the Ancients occurred and the Catastrophe came, the high elves headed by Dath'Remar, the high elves who traveled east to establish the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, were indeed sitting on the sun created with a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity. Jing also learned from this painful experience and tried his best to get rid of dependence on external magic sources, laying the foundation for a healthy and stable magic system.
It is difficult for the night elves who grew up in this era to get rid of their dependence on the Well of Eternity.After all, in everyone's mind, this source of magic is eternal. Even if the magical civilization of Kaldorei dies, it will remain in the world forever.
Therefore, it has become extremely difficult for them to understand the magical knowledge of later generations with completely different theoretical foundations.
Elisande is different.
Whenever Angmar taught her the profound knowledge of future generations, her ability to accept it made Angmar ashamed. She was completely unfettered by inherent cognition, and she could quickly understand its meaning and firmly grasp it.
In just a dozen days, she mastered everything Angmar had spent more than ten years of hard work learning at the Fasselin Royal Academy of Magic in Quel'Thalas.
Angmar even felt ashamed of himself. He had to admit that there was no comparison between his mediocre talent and a true genius like Elisande, who was in the first talent echelon of Azeroth.
He knew that Vashj reported what he saw and heard during this period to Azshara.That's why this happened.But in the final analysis, no matter how much I value Elisande's talent, I would not invite her to participate in the selection of a magister when she is far from being a master.
After all, this is Azshara's gesture of goodwill. What better way to please Angmar than to allow Angmar's disciples to join the ruling class of Suramar?
Angmar knew this very well and could easily guess the outcome of this matter.
Under the Queen's instruction, the selection process will be very smooth. Even if Elisande fails to pass certain key assessments, he will eventually be hired as an exception and become the youngest magister in the history of Suramar City.And in this turmoil, due to the influence of the prophet and the favoritism of the queen, he rose up at an unprecedented speed to fill the vacancies in the Magister Council, and soon became the magister in the front seat.
Even if the magisters who participated in the review were dissatisfied with this backdoor behavior, there was nothing they could do.
But they will eventually find out that they are terribly wrong. In their eyes, Elisande, who was able to participate in the selection due to favoritism, is not only different from those who used family influence to get into this column before, but also has the outstanding ability to easily pass the assessment. ability.
The reason is only due to her talent and the knowledge of future generations of magic she learned in Angmar during this time.
"Okay, what about them?" Angmar looked at the room of the "Three Travelers".
"All three adults went for a walk in the forest," Vashj replied.
"walk?"
"Well, please don't worry. I sent several teams of soldiers to protect you secretly. The three adults will be fine."
Angmar was startled for a moment. He had been busy dealing with the portal during this period, and he didn't even know that the three of them had recovered to the point where they could walk on the ground.
Just as he was thinking this, a noisy sound came from the end of his field of vision.
The royal guards patrolling the perimeter seemed to have discovered something, and crowds of people surrounded them.But it didn't look like they were being attacked, but they were helping, and someone was shouting for the emergency officer.
Angmar took a closer look and was shocked.
Among the crowd, Brox, whose body was covered with burns and magic scars, carried one on his back and another in his arms, and brought Krasus and Ronin back.
Krasus on the old orc's back didn't seem to be seriously injured, but he was extremely weak. He rubbed his temples from time to time, as if he was once again affected by the homotopic phenomenon.
On the other hand, Luoning, who was being held by the old orc princess, looked extremely miserable, even more miserable than Brox.
Luo Ning's face was covered in blood, and his red hair was stuck into strands with dried blood, sticking to his face messily.The bridge of his nose seemed to be broken, and a bunch of leaves were blocked in both nostrils. His left arm was hung around his neck by a strip of cloth torn from his robe. He swayed as Brooks walked, It was obviously a broken bone.Not only that, his legs must have been injured, otherwise he wouldn't have been picked up like this.
"What happened?" Angmar trotted over quickly and asked in surprise.The three of them are all legendary-level beings. One is a red dragon, one is a councilor of the Kirin Tor and the future leader of Dalaran, and the other is the only mortal in official history who has injured Sargeras. Even if he is weak, You don't deserve this misfortune.
Who hurt them?
Ronin smiled awkwardly, looked up at Brooks who was holding him, and explained: "Uh... we had a fight."
"A fight?" Angmar was dumbfounded, "Why?"
Krasus on Brox's back said resentfully: "Angemar, didn't you realize that you forgot to tell us about Brox?"
Angmar was speechless.
He has been running towards Zin Aissalin's palace for a while now, and he seems to have indeed forgotten to tell the "Three Travelers" about each other's existence... But how did they get into a fight?
Seeing the miserable looks of the three of them, Angmar had no intention of inquiring into the details, and hurriedly shouted to Vashj: "Go and find...Miss Maiev."
The soldiers and maids helped Brooks put the two men down and carried them all away.Before leaving, both Ronin and Krasus looked at Angmar helplessly, their eyes full of resentment.Exhausted, Brooks also bowed hastily, and with the help of everyone, he returned to the room to receive emergency treatment.
The farce ended like this. Angmar couldn't laugh or cry about his mistake.But Brox is too strong. Could it be that one versus two made Ronin look like this?
He could even imagine Brooks beating Ronin away like a rag doll.
After a while, the maids came to report one after another.In addition to the apprentice Illidan who was waiting outside the small courtyard, the maids, Oculus and Valtroy, and Thalyssra were all waiting outside the west gate to be received.
The entire western suburbs are off limits.People coming from the city who want to see Angmar must wait outside the west gate of the city.
Angmar straightened his clothes and directly teleported several people to the small courtyard through teleportation spells.
It's not a good feeling to be sucked into a teleportation channel by a being whose strength far exceeds your own, and to undergo a space shift without any preparation.After settling down, several people's faces were pale and in shock, and they couldn't figure out what happened.It wasn't until he discovered that the scene around him was exactly the same as the rumored prophet's courtyard. The tall and thin man wearing a fiery red robe in front of him was the prophet himself who invited him, that he felt a little calmer, but then he was even more shocked.
Thalyssra bowed to Angmar anxiously, while Oculus and Valtroy looked at each other in disbelief. Just now, the prophet used a teleportation spell to teleport us over from the west gate?this……
For the night elves who did not know space magic in ancient times, this was tantamount to a god-like feat.
Angmar's eyes swept over the people one by one who were stunned by this exquisite teleportation spell and had not yet recovered, and said loudly:
"It seems that you have all made the final decision, and I am very happy about it. Maybe you are all wondering why I want to accept you as my disciple. The answer... is waiting for you to discover for yourself. All I can say is , I will guide you so that you can become your destined savior in the endless catastrophe..."
Angmar paused, a smile on his face, "Welcome to my residence."