Azeroth Trail of Light

When you are very obsessed with something, that feeling is called "addiction".

This stems from inner desires and inner needs, just like smoking, knowing that it is unhealthy, but you can't stop it anyway.

In the wizarding world, this kind of addiction sometimes not only damages health, but even endangers life, and even the soul cannot survive.

Such as addiction.

Magic addiction, to be precise, is the thirst for magic and magic power. All spellcasters have symptoms of magic addiction, but powerful mages will restrain this magic addiction with a firm will like iron. It can be said that human mages have done a very good job in this regard.

Elven mages are worse.

It’s not that the will of elf mages is not as good as that of human beings. It’s actually a matter of physical fitness. Elf mages are basically possessed of magic. The thirst for magic.

This kind of physique originated from the Highborne elves thousands of years ago. When the rulers of these night elves were still dark trolls, they approached the Well of Eternity and were gradually transformed by the magic power flowing in it until they became the original Elves, the hidden dangers of demonic physiques exist in their bodies.

During the period of Queen Azshara, the magic civilization of the upper elves reached the extreme. They never disdained to use manpower to do things that could be done with magic. This made them more civilized, but it also made them more dependent on magic. At that time Due to the existence of the Well of Eternity, the pure magic power from the deepest part of the planet can fully satisfy their body's needs for magic power, and naturally it will not cause a catastrophe. However, after the explosion of the Well of Eternity, this problem has become more deadly. stand up.

The Syndra elves are an extreme negative teaching material. They even have to absorb the magic power from the demon's body to maintain their thirst for magic, and finally turn themselves into neither human nor ghost. The best way to heal them is to send the most depraved elves to Illidan to be transformed by demon hunters.

The Demon Hunter King is very satisfied with this. The Syndra elves are highly adaptable to magic power, which determines that as long as they can grit their teeth and survive the most difficult period, they can become powerful demon hunters, but this is not a good thing for the elves themselves. .

The high elves of Quel'Thalas also have magic addiction. In fact, in the original history, the people of Kael'thas were unable to suppress their desire for magic power after the Sunwell was destroyed, and a large number of them fell into failures. Those with a heart, this forced Kael'thas to take the risk.

And in this history, Kael'thas got the help of Dick, got the fetish of Akando without any risk, and finally saved the Phoenix Dynasty that was on the verge of destruction.

It is worth noting that both Syndra and Quel'Thalas are descendants of the Highborne.

And in the Broken Isles, there are still the last batch of pure-blooded highborne in the world, the Nightborne, the Shaldorei, who lived in Suramar. In the city of the jewel in Sarah's crown, it stands to reason that as loyal supporters of Queen Azshara, they should obey when the queen starts using demonic power. However, these wise highborne, in that kind of In this case, choose to reject.

Yes, the Highborne of Suramar did not participate in the war between Queen Azshara and the rebellious night elves. They chose to be alone. Before the final explosion of the Well of Eternity, like Emperor Shaohao, the city also used its own way, saved themselves.

They used an artifact called the Eye of Aman'Thul to prop up a huge purple magic barrier outside the city, protecting the entire glorious Suramar from the catastrophe of the collapse of the sky and the earth. Come down, but when things got here, there was a little surprise.

After the shield was raised, it never came down again. The great magister who ruled the city, Elisande, thought that this would better protect her and the people of the city. However... she ignored one point, or Said she didn't care at all.

Addiction! This demon, who was born with the body of the elves, has completely defeated her people, including herself, in the past ten thousand years.

"Oh, the sun is up, look here, how gorgeous, how magnificent!"

Archmage Rommath sat on a night elf boat with purple magic lights dotted on the bow, sailing in the city's magnificent and beautiful waterways, just like traveling in a water city.

Khadgar didn't respond, but he could see a hint of surprise from his eyes that kept looking at the surrounding buildings. It is hard for humans to imagine how amazing the incredible buildings built by these elves were when they were at their most prosperous ten thousand years ago. Spectacular, even the destroyed Silvermoon City can only pale in comparison to the well-preserved Suramar.

Rogelio Star Chaser sat at the end of the boat, silently using a dagger to trim the feather arrows in his hand. This indifferent one-eyed elf is not interested in everything around him. He is addicted to his own world. Focused and dangerous.

He is responsible for protecting Archmage Rommath. In front of the real magic master Highborne, the Sin'dorei elves who are proud of magic are actually nothing. They are now weak.

Suramar inherited the characteristics of all the buildings of the Highborne, tall, majestic, mighty, and extremely elegant. White towers with cones and columns stand everywhere in this deep purple city, and there are few pedestrians on the quiet streets. Covered with gorgeous lamp beads, almost every block has well-arranged gardens and interlaced trees, which look extremely elegant.

It's just that when everyone looked up, they could see the thick purple magic shield that covered the sky. It protected the city and made the concentration of magic inside it so high that it was almost tolerable. .

Khadgar even felt that if he threw a spark at random, a fire could be ignited under this magical concentration. He didn't know how these strange-looking highborne had spent the past ten thousand years.

Probably seeing Khadgar constantly observing the highborne walking on the street, Rommath explained in a low voice,

"See their thin faces and stalk-like limbs? That's a symptom of being corroded by a lot of magic power, and their blue-purple skin. These high elves are crazy. They live in this high concentration of magic power. In 10,000 years, maybe in another 10,000 years, they will become complete magical creatures, which is too scary..."

Khadgar glanced at Rommath, and he asked in a low voice,

"When the Sunwell still existed, didn't you also..."

"Different."

As the ship docked, the old mage Sin'dorei straightened his robe, stood up from the ship, and said to Khadgar,

"Even when the Sunwell is fully open, the concentration of magic power in Quel'Thalas has never reached one-third of what it is here. Too much of everything will not be a good thing, and the magic power is the same."

As he said that, the old mage used an adjective, "Their addiction to magic has gone deep into their bones... To be honest, I'm getting more and more pessimistic about the prospects of this negotiation."

Khadgar looked back speechlessly, at the corner of the street by the river, a shivering Nightborne civilian was curled up there, eyes closed, holding his arms with both hands in pain, it seemed very cold, Rommath Said that it was the scene of the onset of magic addiction, that person could hardly bear it any longer, but along the way, Khadgar saw such a scene at least 10 times.

On the way to meet the great magister Elisande, Khadgar kept thinking about what happened to the city and how it fell to this level.

The Hall of Order, this is a very ironic name in Khadgar's opinion. There is no order in this city, but it has nothing to do with him, so he chose to be silent, leaning on his staff of the guardian, following the archmage Behind Romans, he walked into the majestic hall.

Here, a magic swordsman wearing a strange armor and holding a magic sword is guarding the corridor. At the end of the corridor, there is a tall, but equally thin nightborn elf. Judging from his decoration, it seems to be a The leader was arrogant, and there was almost no trace of respect in his eyes, as if he was facing someone who was not as intelligent as him.

"Stop! Outsiders!"

The leader of the magic swordsman stretched out his hand to stop the progress of the crowd. He glanced at them and said in a low voice,

"Lord Elisande is busy with government affairs and has no time to see you, but she saw your request and gave a reply."

He took out a scroll from his arms, threw it to Khadgar, and said without looking back,

"The Tomb of Sargeras is on the sea just south of Suramar. There is nothing but demons on that island. This is the map you need. Be careful, outsider, you weak fellow, on that island Probably won't survive even a day!"

Khadgar put away the map, not because of the arrogance of the magic swordsman, and then he saw the magic swordsman with his arms akimbo, looking at Rommath, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, he saw the magic swordsman's eyes A hint of... sarcasm.

"As for you, tsk tsk, lower elves, Lord Elisande is not interested in your proposal. Akandor can't save Suramar, and we don't need to save it. There is a Nightwell, and Suramar is impenetrable. So, bring Go back to your backcountry with your "good intentions"... Oh, yes, maybe you can take a stroll in Suramar, the Shal'dorei is very generous, even in the face of lowly low elves like you."

"you…!"

Khadgar couldn't help but took a step forward. The tone of the magic swordsman was too beating, but he was blocked by Rogelio's outstretched hand. Archmage Rommath even took a deep breath, holding the Fist suppressed his anger, then dropped a word, turned around and left with big strides.

"I hope you don't regret it, Xia Duolei, magic addiction is destroying your body and your will, this is your last chance."

"Speak like a dog! Only the weak dare not accept the gift of magic power."

The magic swordsman said loudly to Rommath who was leaving, "Hide in your Arkando and shiver, remember me, my name is Ruul, the chief swordsman of Suramar, stretch out your gloves, we can compare Let's see whose will will be defeated?"

The magic swordsmen along the way, like their leader, looked at the group of people with mocking eyes, until after walking out of the hall of order, Khadgar scolded angrily,

"It's an unreasonable savage creature! Do they just pretend they didn't see these chaos?"

Unlike Khadgar's anger, Rommath's reaction was very flat, even a little too flat, "Don't pay attention to them, the real Highborne are like this, arrogant and arrogant, especially their rulers."

The old mage sighed,

"But that's fine, we've fulfilled our obligations, and Akando's rescue will be left to those who can still be saved. They are hopelessly hopeless!"

Rogelio Star Chaser did not participate in this conversation. On the contrary, he flipped his left hand, and a war bow flowing with orange and blue starlight appeared in his hand, pointing obliquely at the back of the three people The moment he drew the bowstring, an arrow composed entirely of light rested on this gorgeous and excessive war bow.

"Who is there!"

Star Chaser's one-eyed eyes were full of chills, and after 2 seconds, a hoarse voice appeared from the shadows,

"I saw the letter you submitted to Elisande. I just want to confirm that you really got Akando? The miracle tree that can cure magic addiction?"

Rommath turned his head and looked at the female Nightborne who came out of the shadows with a white hood, his beautifully groomed white eyebrows were raised,

"Who are you, Elisande's servant?"

The night child raised her head, and she still had that thin and somewhat terrifying face. She didn't smile, and said very plainly,

"There is not only Elisande in this city, but I am me. I am a person who wants to try a different way of life. Are you interested in going to the Tianya Tavern? I am somewhat interested in the news of Akando."