Rise of the blood elves

568 [The ancient war, the catastrophe is coming]

"Illidan, the ominous premonition...is getting stronger and stronger."

On the western outskirts of Suramar, on the path leading to the Prophet's residence, the Stormrage brothers, each riding a night saber, walked side by side.

Half an hour ago, Malfurion found Illidan and told his brother everything he saw in the Emerald Dream, as well as the omens he had seen in the dream before, and begged him to take him to see the prophet to get the answer. .

So the two of them hurried to the western suburbs.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Illidan's tone was a little dissatisfied. "The prophet once told us a similar prophecy, but I didn't take it to heart at the time. If you also saw this, then I'm afraid this is indeed a big problem. .”

Malfurion replied with some annoyance: "I have to spend some time to verify the authenticity of the omen! Who knows that the ominous premonition will become stronger and stronger from the nightfall."

The two quickly arrived at the outer sentry, but were stopped by the guards on duty.

Since the Prophet settled in the western suburbs, these royal guards sent by Queen Azshara have been loyally guarding here to prevent anyone from disturbing the Prophet's life.They shouldn't have stopped Illidan, who was already the apprentice of the Prophet, but because he had an outsider with him, they had to step forward and question him.

Illidan disembarked from the night saber to express his intention, but the captain-looking guard shook his head. He had no choice but to return to his brother and said, "The prophet is not here."

"Ah?" Malfurion became anxious, "Then do you know when the prophet will come back?"

"Brother, the Prophet always comes and goes without a trace. No one knows when he will leave or when he will return," Illidan replied regretfully, "I will wait here. If the Prophet comes back, I will notify you as soon as possible. your."

Malfurion was about to speak when he suddenly stood there as if he felt something. He stared blankly to the west, seeming confused and uneasy.

"What's wrong with you?" Illidan frowned.

Malfurion replied solemnly: "Just now, the entire forest screamed, and nature felt extremely fearful about the future...Illidan, something bad has happened, it's very bad! It's a omen. I’m afraid… it’s come true!”

After saying that, he shook the reins vigorously and drove the night saber towards the forest to the west.

"What?" Illidan was shocked, "Where are you going?"

"I must go find the King of the Forest! You too, go find the prophet. The prophet must know what happened..."

Ignoring Illidan, Malfurion kept urging the nightsaber on his crotch, and soon approached the forest line.

A simple one-man camp was blocking his path, so he had to slightly change direction and go around it.This camp is obviously not for the guards to rest, but who would build a camp so close to the prophet's residence?

He couldn't help but glance sideways, and then he saw the orc Brox who had been captured by the soldiers and put in a cage in the market area for public display - Illidan had told him about this alien friend of the Prophet. .

Brox's chest in the camp was naked, and his arms full of knotted muscles were almost thicker than Malfurion's waist. They shone in the light of the morning sun, and the fine beads of sweat on his green skin glistened. Shine.

He knelt on one knee and spoke a language that Malfurion didn't understand, as if praying.There were a large number of weapons piled up next to him, and further away were training dummies scattered on the ground, all in pieces.

Malfurion only glanced twice and found that almost all of the weapons were heavy weapons that must be held with both hands. They were either heavy two-handed axes or long knives and heavy hammers. Soldiers who had been trained for many years may not be able to use them freely, but It's just right for a tall and strong old orc.

But judging from the old orc's attitude of stacking them aside casually, Malfurion felt that he might not be very satisfied with these weapons.

Maybe he just lacks a handy weapon?

Malfurion put away his wandering thoughts and returned his attention to the road ahead. After a while, the night saber carried him into the forest and disappeared among the dense towering ancient trees...

In the camp, Brooks's prayers continued:

"Soul of the Ancestors, hear my voice! Please give me one last chance to fight and let me live out my worth..."

……

Many night elves gathered on the shore of the Well of Eternity, most of them were court mages in the palace. They all looked at the lookout that went straight into the water in shock.

Because the vision caused by Angmar was so amazing, for a whole day, the thunderclouds over the Well of Eternity never dispersed, and the rough waves rolled up on the water kept beating against the shore of the lake, and the waves were huge. The surge was extremely frightening, not to mention the lightning that instantly lit up the earth.

The scene three years ago happened again. If the security guards had not stepped in to calm the people in time, the residents of the capital would have been in panic.

At this time, the golden quicksand that covered Angmar, Queen Azshara, and the court mage Dath'Remar was slowly receding, and the figures inside could already be vaguely seen.

Angmar breathed a sigh of relief, and the enchantment on Flamestrike was finally coming to an end.

In order to ensure that his future self - or his younger self - can use the power of time contained in the Flame Strike to open the portal to the ancient times, and thus roughly control the use of the power of time, he must use only All the power of time saved is poured into it.

During this period, a realm where time passes relatively slowly was created.More than ten hours had passed in the outside world, but the three people within the scope of the quicksand only felt that a few ten minutes had passed.Except for Angmar, the other two did not notice this, after all, they had never experienced such a thing.

In the end, Angmar withdrew his magic power exhaustedly, and the Flame Strike suspended high above the Well of Eternity fell back into his hand, and he handed it to the stunned Dath'Remar Sunstrider. "This artifact will help you achieve great achievements."

Dath'Rema took the flaming strike and didn't know what to say.

At this point, all visions faded.The thunderclouds dispersed, the rising sun emerged, the dense magical mist returned to the well, and the water surface returned to calm.

As early as the final stage of casting, Azshara, who had been attracted by Angmar's astonishing magic power, suddenly realized that she had become addicted to it without knowing it.Angmar showed her how to use the magic of the Well of Eternity at close range-the arcane energy embodied by the original order power of the Titan Star Soul nurtured within Azeroth.Isn't this what she has always dreamed of?

"Azshara," Angmar looked at the magnificent queen guiltily, "I want to answer your previous question now. I wanted to wait until the time is right and you can accept this reality before I explain all this to you. Yes, I believe you will understand my good intentions - only in this way can this world be strong enough to resist the coming of the end. But... this world did not give me so much time."

He smiled bitterly, "I have always been the favor of time. But at this moment, it has not favored me. Azshara, I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, an earth-shattering explosion occurred in a corner of the palace.

In the swirling green flames, the earth, rocks, and broken bricks and tiles all over the sky were thrown high into the air.When all the shielding magic ceased to exist, the extremely rich aura of evil energy spurted out. Even the dullest person could feel the boiling desire for destruction. The green mist of evil energy soon swept across the entire palace.

The demon hidden in the underground space finally broke out and launched an attack on Zin Azalin, the crown jewel of the Kaldorei Empire.The Doom Guards rose into the sky, almost covering the sky; the eredar warlocks rained hellfire, turning the entire building complex into a sea of ​​​​fire during the successive bombings; countless hellhounds and demon guards followed closely. Behind the abyss lord, who was as huge as a mountain, he headed towards several spell defense centers in the palace...

The night elves had no time to react.

Looking at the astonishing scene in the distance, Azshara was completely stunned, "Elune, what have you done?"

Angmar took a deep breath and then closed his eyes, "For this world, the history of the War of the Ancients must remain as it was before. Your empire... must also be destroyed. I am really... sorry. ."

A group of court mages quickly gathered together and rushed to the scene of the incident with the guards. When they heard that the person they loved was the initiator of all this, Azshara looked at Angmar heartbroken, with disappointment and anger in her eyes. , in the end even lost all manners, grabbed his collar, gritted his silver teeth, but had no idea what to say.

Finally, she pushed Angmar away, rose into the air under the influence of magic, and flew towards the palace without looking back.