Azeroth’s Death Track

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When the clan moved to the ruins of Zahnar in Azsuna, the first decision made by Grand Magister Elisand and her think tank was like asking for support from the outside world.

A caster like the Great Magister, she can easily feel that the magic power under this ruin is not enough for the night child to survive for a long time, and the demons and evil who are entrenched in Azsuna are not good. The neighbor, although he did not want to send him under the fence, in the face of the cold reality, the Magister had to temporarily put down his inner pride and dignity.

If Suramar City is still there, even if the Eye of Oman Sur is taken away, the Night Well stores 10,000 years of magic power, which is enough to let all the night children enjoy their appetite until the world's magic concentration rises enough to make the night. The degree of survival of the son, but now the night well has been ruined, and the biggest trump card in Eli Sander’s hands is torn off. Even if she is wise, she can’t change the magic power to nurture her own people.

The first sons of the night sent three waves of messengers to the night elves of Mount Hyjal, Errasalas in the wilderness of Feralas, and Lordaeron in the eastern mainland. Elisander sent the most familiar of the night sons. Two nobles in the diplomacy, Ms. Lilith Yuejun, and Mrs. Avasta, and finally the political adviser of the Grand Magister Mylandus.

These three are the most appropriate ambassadors of the generally arrogant son of the night who know how to communicate with people. They also pin their hopes for the future of the son of the night, so they are conscientiously performing their diplomatic missions, but when they return to the ruins of Zahnar , But failed to bring back even good news for the Magister and his own people.

At the top of the tower in the ruins of the magic net of Zahnar, facing the rulers of the civilization of the night child, the three messengers looked haggard and servant. Obviously, their diplomatic journey did not make people feel happy.

"Speak."

The grand mage Eli Sander sitting in the stone seat still wore his magnificent magic robe, with the cumbersome and delicate magic crown of the grand mage, looking full of majesty, but from the side of Eli Sand The thin face and dark eyes can be seen. During this time, the great magister was not happy. She looked at the three messengers below, and she said softly:

"Say what you see, hear, and get answers, and don't hide anything."

"Obey, ma'am."

Among the three messengers, the political advisor Melandus, who is most trusted by Eli Sander, took a step forward. This night son male has a handsome appearance. He wears a white robe and wears a magic sword. He looks like a talent. This consultant is not a flower shelf or a male pet serving the Great Magister, as can be seen from the cocoon on the palm of his hand. This consultant is also a master with a sword.

"At the order of you and the other elders, I went to Mount Hyjal on behalf of the son of the night and met the three leaders of the night elves, Ms. Tyrande, Illidan of the Stormrage family, and the Canadians of the Shadowsong family. Lord, they are now commanding the kingdom of night elves in a posture of separation of powers. When I went there, they were fighting a war against demons in the northern border of Kalimdor."

"Yo, a group of traitors have also learned to build the country like others."

Hearing what the consultant said, the magic swordsman Auriel made a disdainful sneer. Although she was young, her parents were the nobles of the elven empire, and her family had always been loyal to Queen Azshara. It seems to Aururel that Queen Azshara did something wrong at the time, but Tyrande and the Brothers of Stormrage, as well as Jarod Shadowsong followed Lord Lord Ravenkes to rebel against the army. Betrayal.

And Mylandus didn't pay attention to Oruriel's sarcasm. He knew the poison tongue character of this female magic swordsman, but he also knew that the fact that Oruriel could appear here represented the poison tongue swordsman and It’s not a fool, so the consultant simply introduced the current status of the night elves, and turned to the really important things. He introduced to the Magister:

"According to what I have seen and heard, I heard that after the battle of the ancients, the dragons gave the night elves a world tree in order to reward the night elves for saving the world. Undead, never aging, but unfortunately, the tree was burned down by the undead commander in the war between the elves and the undead a few years ago. The night elves have now lost their eternal life, and they are also carrying out the transformation of the civilized system."

"In the face of the request for assistance from the child of night, Ms. Tyrande asked me to tell you and the elders after a day of thinking. She is willing to accept the child of night into Mount Hyjal, but she has two requests!"

"Say!"

The Great Magister rubbed his forehead. She said:

"Speak it out, don't hide it! This is about the future of the son of night, and all wise people need to make a decision together."

"Yes."

Advisor Mylandos nodded, and then he took a scroll from his waist. He read:

"First of all, the son of night must do all he can to believe in the lunar god, and be willing to dedicate everything to the supreme will of the lunar **** Elune, and stop the endless pursuit of magic power, and learn to use the lunar well-filled well water. To satisfy the magic addiction in your heart."

"Elune's faith?"

The mouth of the magic swordsman Auriel twitched, and the young magic sword murmured:

"It sounds great, but unfortunately the sons of night are atheists..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet! Lady!"

The advisor Mylandus glared dissatisfiedly at the magic swordsman, who shrugged and closed his mouth, instructing the advisor to continue.

"The second requirement is that if the Son of Night wants to enter Mount Hyjal, he needs to select people from the people who can’t control the addiction from time to time and send them to the training base in Illidari to become a demon hunter. Defending Elune’s beliefs, and fighting demons in the battlefield of stars, is the second way for night elves to "cure" their addiction, in addition to the moon well."

After Melandus's words were over, the great magician Eli Sander did not make a decision immediately, and the Arcanist Talissa sitting beside her asked:

"Demon Hunter? A form similar to Illidan Stormrage? I heard 10,000 years ago that this was a very painful process?"

"Yes, Talisa Arcanist."

The consultant recalled the scene he saw at the Illidari training base in Mount Hyjal. His eyebrows were raised. He said outspokenly:

"The process of transformation can no longer be described by pain. It is simply destroying the soul and body, and the conversion rate is very low. If you cannot resist the erosion of the devil’s will, the transformed person will lose his mind and become a monster, and then Being killed... In addition, I probably figured out the purpose of those high elf slavers who captured the people we were exiled."

"I saw a large number of night son demon hunters in the Illidari Army, that is to say... those slave arresters were probably hired by night elves!"

"Damn it!"

The news made the elders have their eyes widened, and the magic sword warrior Auriel even slammed directly:

"I knew that the **** class of untouchables would not be so kind! They couldn't accept us at all, they just used us as cannon fodder! They couldn't promise them, Great Magister, this was sending us and our people In the dead end!"

"Yes, the night elves have lost their noble traditions. They live in the trees and let their inner darkness escape, just like dirty beasts. The legendary kindness Tyrande can actually allow this When something bad happens, it seems that the high priest is not a good person!"

The Arcanist Talissa, who is very affectionate to every people, also said to Eli Sander with anger:

"The night elves are not the home of the night son!"

"Ok."

The Great Magister nodded, and her eyes fell on the two ladies behind the consultant, that was Lilith. Moon County, who went to visit the High Elf Sun Dynasty, and Sind, who went to visit the city of Lordaeron. Mrs. Avasta who pulled the upper elves.

Seeing the Magister inquiring about their experiences, Lilith Moon County, the famous sociable flower in the upper class of the night child, brushed his hair and said:

"At the order of you and the elders, I went to the Feralas wilderness on the mainland of Kalimdor, originally in the ancient city of Eresalas, which belonged to the upper elves of Sindra, and met the young sun successfully. Wang Kaiersa. Sun Daily, his ancestor is Das Reima. Sun Daily, you should have an impression of him."

"Well, Darth Reema, I do remember him."

Great Magister Eli Sand nodded, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in her eyes. She said:

"That was one of my best students...and a charming and decisive elf noble."

"Yes, Great Magister, Das Reima’s story is very magnificent. I saw his handwriting completely in the library of the high elves. In that handwriting, there are also memories about you. Of course, we can slightly I'll talk about it later."

Lilith Yuejun blinked at her good friend and good girlfriend, the chief arcanist Talisa, and then reported her work in a serious voice.

"Sun King Kael'thas is a very handsome young man. He entertained me with the highest standard banquet. During the banquet, I conveyed your kindness to him. His Majesty Kael'thas did not hesitate for too long. , He said that his people are also suffering from magic addiction, so he is willing to work with you to solve the mystery of magic addiction, but regarding the migration of people, the sun king refused our request."

Speaking of which, Lilith Yuejun sighed and she said to the Great Magister and the elders:

"I can actually understand His Majesty Kael'thas' decision, because the situation faced by the high elves, in fact, like us, the magic power in the ancient city of Eresalas to supply the people of the high elves has been very difficult, I saw it with my own eyes. , That city only releases magic power in three time periods of the day to meet the magical addiction needs of the high elves, which shows that they do not have enough sources of magic power in their hands."

Yuejun raised his head and looked at the Magister, she said:

"And seriously, even if Kael'thas is willing to accept us, I would not recommend you to take the people to Feralas. According to our people's desire for magic, the magic of Herresalas can't even satisfy us, even It’s not as pure as the magic in the ruins of Zahnar. The magic in that city... seems to have a faint smell of evil energy. If you drink it for a long time, I am afraid that it will lead to unknown results."

"Is that so?"

There was a regretful expression on the tired face of the Great Magister. She shook her head:

"It's really a pity that the Quildore Elves are the most similar to our children of the night. From the concept of survival to the understanding of magic, they are more suitable for us than the night elves that are closed and divine."

"I still think we should win that city!"

Sorcerer Oruriel said stubbornly:

"Even if the magic in that city is very thin, it is enough to relieve our current pressure. We can transfer some people there..."

"No! Ms. Auriel!"

Lilith Yuejun refutes the militant's claims, she solemnly said:

"I don’t recommend that we wage war, because I saw with my own eyes the army of the Querdorei elves, which were armed with steel and magic. They also have a strong structure army like us, and they are as good at magic as we are. There are also complete ranger troops. They have more people than us. They also have a war covenant with the human empire. If we really go to war, we have little chance of winning."

"War is the last choice!"

The great mage Eli Sander waved her hand. She was already disgusted with Auriel's restlessness. She motioned to Lilith to withdraw and then focused her attention on the last messenger.

Mrs. Avasta, who came from the most noble Avasta family, the son of the night, took a step forward. This gentleman who looks graceful has strong political skills. For the past thousands of years, she has firmly held the power of the family. This time, she also accomplished her diplomatic mission.

"Dear Grand Magisters, and the elders, compared to my two fellow travellers, my negotiation with the Sindra Elves in Lordaeron was relatively smooth."

"After being expelled from Eresalas, the Sindra elves accepted the goodwill called the "Difiya Federation". They moved the clan to the eastern continent and became part of the Federation, and as I saw I believe that if we have to choose a future that is dependent, then federation will be our best choice."

Mrs. Avasta was serious and stated in a structured way:

"First of all, the concentration of magic in the city of Lordaeron is extremely high, even higher than the magic before the battle of the ancients. Although there are also problems of pollution by evil energy, relying on the purification of Sindra Elves is enough to satisfy our people. The most important thing is that the magic power they possess comes from the mutant magic node, which is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, just like a trumpet night well."

"Secondly, the federal government is very free. As long as the son of the night swore to join the Federation and abide by the Federal Constitution and various codes, we can quickly integrate into that government and get the help we need. The Federal Ambassador of Lordaeron is also very welcome. The Son of Night sent messengers to consult with them."

"Finally, with regard to the problem of magic addiction, the Sindra Elves also have a way to deal with it. At present, the 13 lords of the commander, Sindra, have accepted the transformation of Sahrain’s blood and become a new form that takes into account eternal life and power. Can transform, demon hunter, or moon well, maybe Salin is the form that really suits the night child."

"And just as I left, I heard that there was a special elf branch, the Void Elf who called himself Rondoray, also appeared in the Federation. They used the power of the Void to eliminate the scourge of magic addiction, although it sounded It’s dangerous, but since Rondoley can become a real civilization, it means that maybe they have mastered the means to tame the void."

"Oh? This sounds like a perfect choice."

A light flashed in the eyes of the elder astrologer Eltaus. He looked at Mrs. Avasta and he said:

"But I know that everything can't be perfect, so on the federal side, what is the biggest problem for us?"

This question changed Mrs. Avasta's complexion. She sighed and said to the others:

"Yes, like the first two messengers, my diplomacy also encountered a terrible problem. Although I think the Federation is the best choice for the child of the night, if this problem cannot be solved... then we must not go there. !"

"The Federation's biggest problem for us is..."

"There are no nobles there, and they do not allow complete ethnic autonomy."

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