Azeroth’s Death Track

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The city of Suramar, once known as the "Pearl of Azshara", whether it is an architectural style or a human landscape, is a master of the elven empire civilization, a city shrouded in purple magic shields The light is not strong, and the sunlight distorted by the shield is scattered in the city, making it look like it has been enveloped by night, and the magic lights everywhere in the city add a chic beauty to the city.

It's like a quiet city embraced by starlight.

It can be said that if it is divided from the appearance of the city alone, Suramar is definitely the most beautiful city in Azeroth, and there is no one.

In the past 10,000 years, the city was ruled by Ms. Elisander, Queen Azshara’s great magister. In fact, in the more than a thousand years before the battle of the ancients, Ms. Elisander Already the manager of Surama.

The Great Magister did not join the rebels or Queen Azshara on the side of the ancient battles. Her attitude is ambiguous. She is more like staying out of the matter, waiting for the eventual change, and perceiving eternity. On the eve of the explosion of the Well, the Great Magister summoned the excellent magic users of the whole city, made the prototype of the Dark Night Well with the Eye of Oman Sur, and drew the magic with the power of time from it, covering the whole city. Got up.

This wise and wise decision saved the whole city in the big bang of the world. It can be said that Ms. Elisand used her own determination to save hundreds of thousands of elves in Surama.

Unfortunately, time always changes many things. Under the flow of time, the former savior also became an authoritarian tyrant, because the magic shield rose for 10,000 years, which caused the city to be unable to produce at all. With enough resources for the people to use, in desperation, these elves who call themselves the children of the night have developed a very powerful technology...

They began to eat magic directly, or "drink" magic.

The elves of Suramar used magic as the most important material, brewing a thing called magic wine. A sip will ensure the nutrition required by the night child. The consequences of drinking magic wine for thousands of years are these nights. The magical addiction in the son elf even surpasses the high elves of Quel'Thalas. If they do not drink magic wine one day, they will become weak, and if they do not drink for several days, they will change to the attitude of the wither.

It was a kind of walking dead like Quel'Thalas' heartbroken...

The children of the night do not eat anything else, they have evolved into a unique life with pure magic...or monsters in time.

The great magician Eli Sander is in charge of the endless night wells that produce magic. She relies on this way to rule the city, but the origin of the well is the eye of Amansur, one of the pillars of creation. This thing has The ability to manipulate time, after infiltrating this power for 10,000 years, the power of the Grand Magister has also changed in nature.

She is not a prophet...but she can use the power of the eyes of Aman Sur to enter the future and watch the future.

Therefore, after the Demon of the Burning Legion appeared in Suramar City, the Grand Magister did not resist at all, and gave the entire city hands... In the countless ruined future she saw, only this kind of It can guarantee Suramar's lingering remnant.

In other words, Elisander, the great magister with the power to make demons feel fear, is actually a man who believes in fate and follows it.

Now, when Casanathir and other dreadlord lords hosted a feast to enter the twins of the "ambassador" Eredar from afar, the Great Magister himself was sitting on the round table close to the banquet. Wearing a magic robe in the style of the Elven Empire, with the blue crown of the noble leader of the night, holding an enchanted wine in an elegant manner, she watched with interest the Eredar twins who were confronting the dreadlord.

In the palace of Queen Azshara at that time, Elisand had seen countless political disturbances, and she could be appointed by the Queen to manage the entire Surama, which also demonstrated Elisand’s political ability. The twins' eyes and the arrogant and exposed attitude of Casanathil can feel the contradiction between the two.

"interesting..."

The Magister puts a delicate crystal cup on her mouth and tastes the slightly sour light blue liquid. She feels the magic in the magic wine. She said to the people around her:

"The demons think they are full of confidence, but in fact, the struggle within this complex group is not less than that of us who are regarded as low-level creatures by them. Casanathir and his fear demon kings alluded to allegiance to Dark Titan, but you see, they don’t even want to let another servant of the Dark Titan enter this world."

Sitting next to the Great Magister, is a male son of night, looks like a powerful caster, his expression is indifferent, he does not care about everything that happens to the outside world, seems to have been immersed in his own world, and in When he looked up, the light shining in his eyes was like the stars shining in the sky.

This is the great astrologist of Surama. Even in the period of Queen Azshara, this astrologist is the first person in the field of astrology in the Elven Empire.

His name is Itaus, a cattle man who can see everything withering from the evolution of the stars.

Some emotions of the Great Magister did not disturb the interest of Ataus in tasting wine. After drinking a sip of magic wine, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then whispered to Elisand around him:

"Last night... the astrology changed."

"Ok?"

The Great Magister is somewhat similar to the night elf, but the cheeks with a darker complexion have changed. She looks at the Great Star Master and she asks:

"What did you interpret from it?"

"That's a very obscure astrology, I have never seen it in the past."

The astrologist shook his head. He closed his eyes and said like a dream:

"The list of stars seems to herald a very different future for me. I used to think that the stars flooded with evil energy were the end of this universe, but the astrology last night subverted my cognition... Maybe, maybe the rule of the devil is not the only future. Maybe we trust everything to the devil, which seems a little...too reckless."

The astrologist's words made the great magister silent for a moment. She put down the magic wine in her hand and stroked her soft hair with her hand. She said softly:

"The Eye of Omansur shows me the future. However, the future has become chaotic. Attaus, maybe, you are right, we can’t put everything on the devil... let alone Over the past two years or so, the actions of these Nasrems have also been a bit confusing."

Elisander frowned. She looked at Casanathir not far away. She said to herself:

"Regardless of wear and tear, regardless of casualties, we only need 2 months to completely remove the eye of Aman Sur from the night well, but now it has been 2 years... we have been delaying this operation , From the secret to the protracted delay, but the problem is that the demons don’t care, and even, I can feel that they are letting us delay this important action for them."

"But why is that? Is there anything behind this incident that we didn't see?"

The brow of the Great Magister frowned high at this moment, and she suddenly felt a kind of future that had no secrets for her, and at this moment it became confused and confused...as if it was an invisible exit. The maze, the pieces in these maze, can only be moved little by little under the push of a certain will, and they cannot control themselves at all.

This is... really sad!

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"It's so sad!"

Casanathir, the first lord of the dreadlord, held out his hand, and a very high-eyed high-level succubus immediately poured a glass of evil spirits for the lord, which made Casanathir very satisfied. He narrowed his eyes, Looking at the angry but helpless Eredar twins in front of them, these two high-level demons trusted by Kil'jaeden are powerful, but if they lose their first move, as long as they still have reason, they will not be in Sura Macheng confronts Casanathir head-on.

"Kilgardan sent you to "help" me?"

Casanatier snorted coldly:

"Why? Does it trust me? Does it doubt our loyalty to the Dark Titan? We don’t need your help... Two big-headed girls, look at what you did in Marton, Frankly speaking, I don't think you two are suitable for action in Azeroth."

The first leader of the Fear Demon advocates opening his hands and giving the experience of life to Queen Salolas and the high-level warlock Oreses in front of him as a person and an elder. He said in a deep voice:

"Azeroth is a weird world. This is a world of danger and opportunity. Maybe you can boast in front of me and say how many worlds you have destroyed and how many debris you have killed in any **** star zone , But I want to tell you that your so-called qualifications are worthless in this world!"

"You want to stay and "help" me?"

Casanathir swallowed the evil wine in the glass in his hand. He said disdainfully:

"To be honest, I don't need two girls who only cause trouble, but you see, I don't want to make my "good relationship" with Kil'jaeden worse, so I can barely give you a chance! An opportunity to prove yourself..."

"It's enough!"

In the eyes of Azeroth's mortal aborigines, the proud Eredar twins stood at the banquet, continually mocked by the waves of Casanathir, as if they were stripped of their clothes and hung on the city walls. As shown above, the extreme humiliation made two high-level demons unbearable, and just as Casanathir showed that they could give them a chance to "prove themselves", the anger inside Eredar's twins was gone. Can't stand it anymore.

Who does this foolish arrogant fear demon think he is?

Manipulating the flames, the higher-ranking warlock Aureise interrupted the chatter of Casanathir. The high-level demon with flame-like skin held her arms, and she looked disdainfully. Casanathir, who was pretending to be in front of her eyes, wanted to express some spicy sarcasm, but the twins were not really mindless after all, and now the city of Suramar made it clear that they were the old nest of Nasrezmim. , So no matter what they want to do, they must leave here first...

To find a way to stabilize this group of lawless dreadlords, and then communicate with his mentor, the real situation of Azeroth is far from the ones described in the battle report. The fraudsters sitting on Argus were deceived by their subordinates. But Gemini believed that their mentor would not just sit back and die.

"Enough! What's the use of saying so many meaningless things?"

Oleise held her arms, this action made her already full **** more amazing. She looked at the fear demon in front of her, she said loudly:

"Speak! What do you want us to do?"

Beside her, Queen Saloras, the shadow lady who communicated with her, also made the same action. She looked at the surroundings indifferently, she said:

"Everyone is serving the Dark Titan, and the purpose of the Burning Legion has always been clear, but if a guy like you wants to see the strength of me and my sister, then we can also take the time to accompany you... to play, Although in my opinion, it makes no sense!"

Eredar’s rebuttal made Cassanatil’s expression darker, his fingers beating on his skull cane, a faint murderous intention flowing under his eyes, but in the end, he still restrained the inner killing Desire, he said seriously:

"Azeroth's five pillars of creation have already been collected by us, and the last one is as easy as we think, but the fraudster sent you not just to watch us complete The Dark Titan’s mission, since you also want to participate in it, the generous Nasrezm fear council will gladly hand over the collection of the last pillar of creation to you!"

"Go to Stormfjord, where the incompetent debris of Memphis is responsible for the recovery of the shield of Aggramar. The incompetent waste has been wasted for two years, but he can’t get any results out of it. He dare not come back to see me. , It is really a shame for Nasrezm!"

Casanatier flicked his fingers, as if flicking a meaningless dust:

"Hopefully, you two chicks, can bring us good news...well, do what you should do, don’t bother us. The work in Suramar is very busy and important, Kil'jaeden can't understand this importance, just like the two of you naive girls, he knows nothing about the cruel truth of this weird world!"

"But that's okay... he will know it all day."

There is an unabashed ridicule on the hazy face of the dreadlord:

"The fraudster has high hopes for you two, don't let him...disappoint!"

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