Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 330 39. The Elven Orthodox Suramar, Ridiculous Kaldorei

On the Dark Springs Fortress, the Grand Magister was silent.

She listened carefully to the persuasion of the second most powerful spellcaster in Suramar City, and listened to him recount the choices she had made in the past ten thousand years. Obviously, the great astrologer Etraeus did not think that being closed was a good thing.

He is taking this opportunity to ask the Grand Magister to end the ten thousand years of isolation. In the past, this request could be easily prevaricated, after all, he could not ask a prophet to ignore future threats.

But now, after Elisande admitted that he had lost the ability to see the future, the words of the great astrologer became reasonable.

After the great astrologer finished speaking, Elisande's purple face was calm, but the exquisite owl relief pinched in his hand was broken.

Represents her restless mood.

Probably because of the unsteadiness in her heart, the mysterious arcane symbols on the magic pendant on the top of her head, waist, and ankles all jumped. Until this time, it was only possible to clearly see the figure of the great magister shrouded in magic power.

Especially her outfits.

Apart from the cumbersome, crown-like golden mage crown, the clothes worn by the ruler of Suramar City can be called "cool"

The red cloth corset blends with the golden shoulder armor, the slender and smooth waist is connected to the spellcaster's battle skirt with a belt at the hem, and the two long, smooth legs are unshielded, and the spring is leaking out while walking.

There is also a golden magic anklet on the ankle.

This set of collocations was the most popular style during the elf empire 10,000 years ago. No wonder the elf bards of Quel'Thalas always say that the taste of the highborne is hard to describe.

It's not ugly.

It's just too indiscriminate.

If you dare to wear this clothes and walk around Dalaran, the human mages in the whole city will probably riot.

As a noble spellcaster, how could he wear such shameless clothes!

Come, come, come into the house with me, and I will explain to you the rules of spellcasters.

Well, the costume of the great magister, at least for human mages, is very frivolous, and even belongs to the category of sexy clothing. But the Nightborne themselves don't see any problem.

That's how they wore it 10,000 years ago.

Queen Azshara would occasionally visit her city in a more 'vulgar' robe when she was in the mood, and I didn't see any elf noble scolding Her Majesty for her lack of shame, right?

This is cultural difference.

A human sorcerer with a history of less than 3,000 years is qualified to chatter in front of Elisande's big sister who has lived for more than 10,000 years?

Step aside.

In the corridor outside the Dark Spring Hall, the Grand Magister was silent for a full ten minutes, and the Grand Astrologer also waited quietly for ten minutes.

"Then... do as you wish."

Elisande finally made a decision. She closed her eyes and let the purple tuxedo-like battle skirt swaying in the wind.

she says:

"Suramar City can be opened, and the magic barrier can be removed.

People who are allowed to leave can also leave, but before mass release, we must first send observation envoys to gather information throughout Azeroth.

We must be accountable to our people.

Their addiction to magic is too serious. Without the nourishment of the Nightwell, they will soon transform into the withered. From now on, large-scale production of crystallized magic power must be used as a strategic resource.

There is also the Moon Guard Fortress, we must invite the Moon Guards into the city, and we must reach an agreement with their leader, their magic addiction is not serious.

They were our trusted pioneers and allies in our earliest communications with the outside world. "

"Ok."

The Grand Astrologer did not object to these orders.

He knew that Elisande's abilities were outstanding, and there would be no problem with her arranging these matters, but His Excellency Etraus was worried about another matter.

"Since we have decided to open the city, we must consider the attitude of the Kaldorei side. Maybe we can send envoys to Valsharah to communicate with the Kaldorei druids."

"No! I, and the entire Shaldorei, will never compromise with the night elves and their beliefs!"

Elisande said coldly:

"We, the Shartorei, are the most orthodox successors to the glorious empire built by Queen Azshara, and the night elves are nothing but a group of country bumpkins who have tarnished the glorious elf history!

They gave up the glory of the empire, hid in the forest, lived in the trees, ate wild fruits, and adorned themselves with bark and fur.

Pretending to be pious, but constantly waging wars in Kalimdor. They are as savage as the trolls in the forest, they do not deserve to call themselves elves! "

These harsh words made the great astrologer hesitate for a while.

But after a few seconds of thinking, Etraeus nodded in agreement. He seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with Elisande's evaluation of Kadorei.

It seems that these children of the night not only inherited the system and way of life of the elf empire, they also inherited the arrogant arrogance of the high elves legend.

"But we need allies."

The great astrologer thought pragmatically and said:

"The Shal'dorei is not shy of a challenge, but if we are to spread our influence into today's world, we need to forge friendships with our fellow man.

I remember that Dath'Remar Sunstrider also tried to contact us when he led his people to break with the night elves six thousand and eight hundred years ago.

According to the pictures you see in the time stream, the descendants of the Sunstriders have established a glorious kingdom on another continent.

The Quel'dorei have inherited the magic power of the Elven Empire just like us, maybe we can fight with them"

"Dath'Remar is an elven hero I recognize. He has a very charming demeanor and outstanding talents, but his descendants are not qualified to call themselves 'high elves' in front of the Shal'dorei!"

The great magister crossed her arms, and this action made the two objects on her chest even bigger.

She commented sarcastically:

"The so-called Quel'dorei are just a group of nouveau riche who are crowned with monkeys.

I have seen in the timeline that they built the Sunwell in their own country, imitating our Nightwell, with the eternal gift from Dath'Remar's hoard.

But that's just a poor creation.

There is no power that the Well of Eternity should have. Just look at them. The poor design of the Sunwell has diluted their noble blood and affected their ethnic group.

Those white-skinned elves can only live for three thousand years!

Not even the forest trolls can be defeated, which in turn lost so many people in the war.

A humiliating failure.

The elves of Quel'Thalas have failed to live up to the expectations of Darth'Remar Sunstrider. They are a disgrace to the elves!

Of course, even so, they are more than the Kaldorei civilization that has degenerated to live in the forest.

We can send messengers. "

Elisande said slowly:

"If they are willing to join the Shaldorei's kingdom and become vassals of the Nightborne, I can send our arcanists to help them revise the design of the Sunwell that is so horribly wrong.

Let that bottle of water from the Well of Eternity that was poured into it really work.

But if they don't agree to our request, then that sun well will become our target.

It's just a failed imitation though.

But the magic it exudes is strong enough to rival the Nightwell, and it could be the best place for our people to stay on that continent.

As for Silvermoon City.

The city modeled after Zin-Azshari was barely okay.

Although it is far inferior to our Suramar, after 10,000 years of decline, how well can we expect those upstarts who have forgotten their great history to do well?

Their so-called Renault Bandir Territory Guardian enchantment, in my opinion, is even more of a joke! Not even one-tenth of the subtlety of the magic barrier in Suramar City.

What a low energy work.

Dath'Remar was a brilliant strategist, an intoxicating commander, but alas, he was too clumsy in the ways of magic. Only thirty high-level arcanists are needed to completely destroy Quel'dorei's barrier overnight. "

"Want to start a war?"

After thinking for a moment, the great astrologer nodded and said:

"If all the elite army of the Nighthold is dispatched, they should be able to capture Quel'Thalas and their Sunwell within three months.

It might cost a few casualties, but it's worth it.

But you rejected the Kaldorei, and looked down on the Quel'dorei, Elisande, my friend, where is the ally you really want? "

"Sin Della!"

The great magister uttered an elf vocabulary with confidence, and she said to her friend:

"A long time ago, when I was roaming the timeline, I discovered the remnants of Sin Della. Those 'Secret Keepers' from Queen Azshara's time, like us, lived in their own cities for ten thousand years.

Most of the city of Elre'Thalas, once as glorious as Suramar, has been destroyed. Our poor Highborne compatriots are not as lucky as we are to have such a fetish as the Nightwell.

They have been in constant decline for ten thousand years.

Even under the thirst for magic power, taboo methods were used to maintain the inheritance.

But their leader, the magic prince Torsedrin, is still alive. He once studied magic in Suramar and is also one of my friends.

Like us, they are the orthodox of the Elf Empire!

We and the Della elves should stand together by nature, not to mention, as the keeper of Queen Azshara, the Della elves protected many magical relics belonging to the queen during the catastrophe. "

A hint of slyness flashed through Elisande's squinted purple eyes, and she said:

"We will bring the Sindella elves who are trapped in decline to Suramar. The arrival of nearly a million elves will strengthen our army, and the holy relics that come with them will make us Take the lead in the war.

Even better, for ten thousand years, that nasty woman in Tyrande sent her daughter to monitor and block the poor Sin Della elves, leaving them to fend for themselves.

What a stupid strategy, the ridiculous Kaldorei used the blockade to infuse the hostile hatred into the history of the Sin Della elves.

As long as we win over a little.

Torsedrin and his people will stand firmly by our side! "

"But to do that, we need a fleet that can go to sea."

The Great Astrologer added:

"Just using teleportation magic, it is impossible to take so many people away from Elre's Salas, and there are still many holy objects that cannot be transported by teleportation."

"Fleets and ships are a real problem."

Elisande nodded, she thought for a while, and said:

"I have seen the scenes of the upstart Quel'dorei building magic warships in the time fragment. Perhaps, we can requisition their ships."

"What if they don't want to?"

The astrologer said softly:

"Valshara has a lot of oaks that have been blessed, so we can't always rely on others. Perhaps, it's time for us to start building our own fleet."

"Well, not bad. We are trapped in the Broken Isles, and if we want to re-spread the majesty of the Elven Empire to the whole world, we really need a powerful fleet.

I remember in the port of Black Rook Hold, and some ships left by Ravencrest. "

The great magister said in a regretful tone:

"Unfortunately, the allies of the Elven Empire, the Pandas who also had a glorious past, have also closed themselves on their land. The monks under Emperor Shaohao and the Xianglong Knights still leave a deep impression on me.

With the help of those cute chubby dogs, conquering the whole world is a breeze. "

"There is one more thing you must consider, Elisande."

Etraeus looked around and said in a whisper:

"Queen Azshara is still alive.

The sea, is her new empire, you must consider careful contact with her, we have betrayed her, but times have changed. Perhaps, ten thousand years later, we can still get some help from Her Majesty the Empress. "

"Azshara"

This name that should be forgotten but is always mentioned made the Grand Magister's expression very complicated. After a few minutes, she sighed and said:

"No one knows our Majesty better than I. Her appetite is as strong as her strength. If we want to seek her help, we have to pay a lot.

So put her aside for now.

In addition, we urgently need high-level power. I will send Arcanists to Azsuna to break the Vault of the Wardens! Unleash Illidan Stormrage and his demon hunters.

The weak Tyrande dared not use this power.

But I will give them a battlefield.

The dark walker ten thousand years ago will become Xia Duolei's most powerful war vanguard! "

(end of this chapter)