Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Your Majesty! The messenger of the Moon Sacrifice is here."

On the wall of the inner defense line of the Sunwell, the Sun King, who was supervising the battle, received a report from the Farstrider ranger sentry. Anastarian, who had just had a fight with the arrogant Elisande, would be very tired now, but he heard When Tyrande's envoy arrived, he still managed to gather his energy and invite the envoy over.

The envoy who came was none other than Shandis Yuyue, the general of the Silver Winged Sentinel. She came across the battlefield without any entourage. She was not too dusty, but she seemed to be at ease.

He is worthy of being the commander of the Sentinels and a famous ranger warrior among the Kaldorei.

Judging from the blood stains on the sword at her waist, it was clear that General Yuyue must have killed a few blind guys on the way here.

"How are you thinking about the Moon Priest?"

After Shandris came over, the Sun King was not polite and asked directly:

"Elisande's ambitions have become clear. She and her pirate allies sneaked into our defenses and breached our walls. They have entered the heart of Quel'dorei.

Obviously, the Grand Mage has no intention of thinking about the bloodline between elves.

But I believe in Tyrande's desire for peace. The only way to win peace now is to kill Elisande, who has gone crazy to the bone!

I think your Majesty Tyrande, who has experienced the ancient war, will not understand this truth.

My country and people and I are waiting for Your Majesty’s response. "

"That's why I'm here, Sun King."

Shandis nodded seriously and said seriously:

"The number of Kaldorei sentries and druids we have brought is not enough to intervene in your war with the Shal'dorei, but we can help the wounded and non-combatants in the Sunwell evacuate this place.

As for Elisande's problem, my Mindo has already made a decision.

The next time she appears on the battlefield, my Mindor and Archdruid Malfurion will come to your aid."

"good!"

Hearing General Yuyue's formal response without any hesitation, a light suddenly burst out from the Sun King's tired eyes. The fatigue on his body seemed to be swept away, and a very satisfied smile appeared on his face that was scratched by magic.

He put his hand on the hilt of the Flamestrike sword at his waist and responded to Shandris Feathermoon very seriously:

"I saw the desire for peace among the kaldorei, which moved me deeply. Maybe our hostility towards the kaldorei is wrong.

But all misunderstandings can be resolved by the common blood connection. After this battle, Quel'Thalas and Kaldorei will definitely become each other's most loyal allies.

It may be time to settle the ancient grievances between our ancestors. "

"Don't be impatient, Your Majesty the Sun King."

General Yuyue shook her head, and she added:

"There is an additional condition for Mindor's willingness to join the war. Please don't worry, we will not ask for any property from Quel'Thalas, nor will we force you to give up the use of magic.

But after Elisande failed, she must be left to Kaldorei to deal with!

Please understand, Sun King, there are also our ancient blood compatriots in Suramar City, and not every child of the night is hopeless.

If we kill Elisande here, then the Shal'dorei, Quel'dorei and Kaldorei will become eternal enemies. This is not our original intention, nor is it the ending we want to see. "

"You want that crazy woman with vicious words to live?"

The Kaldorei request made the Sun King frown, and he said:

“I really don’t see how a madman like Elisande can positively help our cause, but if this is your request, then I can agree.

But you must also ensure that the lunatic who launched the war wantonly will be punished as he deserves! "

"Don't worry, Sun King."

Shandis nodded and replied:

"The lowest cell of the Watcher's Cage has been empty for more than two years, and a darkwalker more dangerous than Elisande has been imprisoned there for ten thousand years.

That is the final resting place of the Grand Mage. "

"Detention until natural death?"

Anastarian stroked his slightly disheveled beard.

He thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the Sun King took another look at the fierce battle below. The withered warriors and half-finished demon hunters who had been completely released by Elisande were frantically attacking Quel'dorei's defenses like irrational beasts. In key areas, they even began scaling the city walls with the help of Nightborne spellcasters.

Although the Quel'dorei elves had great morale for defending their homeland, Elisande could use these hopeless cannon fodder without mercy, but the Sun King could not sit back and watch his precious people die here.

The life of every Quel'dorei is precious, every elf is the precious wealth of this land, the lives of the people are the currency in the hands of the king, and the Sun King is obviously a "stingy man".

"When did we start ambushing Elisande?"

Anastarian made up his mind, and regardless of his tired body, he asked Shandris. General Feathermoon glanced at the forest surrounding this gorgeous city, and she whispered:

"You can do it at any time, Sun King. My Mindo has entered the battlefield. She will use the power of the Moon God to help you."

"Very well, now!"

The Sun King lifted his robe, and the flaming strike on his waist suddenly unsheathed.

The rolling phoenix flames were shaped by magic power and seemed to burst out from the body of the Sun King. As the old king gracefully made a seal, large swaths of flame storms were swung towards the Children of the Night below the city wall.

Just like rain of fire from the sky washing away the filth on the ground, within twenty seconds of the Sun King's "shameless sneak attack", hundreds of Withered Ones were set on fire and ran around howling, destroying the Sons of Night's front line. A lot of confusion.

"Your Majesty, it is best to separate Elisande from her caster group."

Shandis suggested in a low voice:

"Although I don't want to admit it, the Nightborne Arcanists are stronger than your spellcasters in terms of magical attainments. Once Elisande brings his servants into battle, with their assistance, the Grand Magister will become even more difficult. Deal with it.”

"I know."

The Sun King nodded. He boarded his gorgeous magic carpet and quickly entered the sky above the battlefield. The Sun King, who was eager to turn the tide of the battle, also began to attack the Sons of Night's lines without any moral ethics.

The effect of a spellcaster like him who is ruthless is absolutely outstanding. In just a few minutes, the attack of the Nightborne forward was cut off with burning sky fire and meteorites.

Allowing such a powerful "lone wolf mage" to roam around on the battlefield was an outcome that no commander could accept. The Sun King's provocation was quickly responded to.

A sudden space rift almost involved the Sun King, but Anastarian, who had fought with Elisande several times, had also figured out the power and attack methods of Sargeras' scepter.

This staff is not perfect.

Because it pulls the space all the time, any magic attack thrown through this staff will cause irregular vibrations in the space before it actually explodes.

It's like a "casting swing" that can't be canceled.

Although the destructive power of the Scepter of Sargeras on magic is very alarming, such an obvious forward swing is enough for a spellcaster of the Sun King's level to easily feel it.

Therefore, before the space tear really took effect, Anastarian used an exquisite teleportation technique to move himself and his magic carpet to the front of the inner city wall.

But the Grand Magister seems to be tired of this cat-and-mouse game.

She rode her howling Mystic Magic Saber into the sky, raised her staff high, and continuously threw short and precise arcane barrage volleys at the Sun King.

These magics with space impact shattered the city wall below the Sun King in two or two strokes. Of course, the magic power of the Sun Well was poured into the city wall, making it strong enough to withstand dozens of times the magic impact of ordinary city walls.

"Ellisande, last warning!"

The Sun King didn't need to disguise himself at all, he just showed his true anger and yelled from the sky:

"Retreat immediately, otherwise I will activate the energy of this magic well and completely bury you and your people in our holy land."

"If you could really do it, you wouldn't shout so loudly, incompetent Sun King. The louder you shout, the more obvious your cowardice becomes.

You can't do what you claim, poor thing! "

Elisande was not afraid at all.

She sneered and said:

"The rumored Anastarian is not an indecisive fool. Even if you can really activate the power of the magic well, I think there must be a price for using this power of destruction.

There is no need to scare me with such ridiculous rhetoric, my white-skinned compatriots, we children of the night also have our own magic well, and your rhetoric will not scare anyone.

Haven't you felt it yet?

The Reno Bandil barrier that you are so proud of has been cracked by the arcanists under my command. I know that you are waiting for the reinforcements of that group of wild monkeys and humans.

But you can’t wait any longer!

When my casters reverse your protective barrier, those humans who foolishly rush into the battlefield will be slaughtered by me like lambs to the slaughter.

Maybe I should leave some humans behind, after all, the future Kingdom of Suramar will also need some servants to serve the noble elves.

But don't worry, Anastarian, even if you are so stupid to oppose me, I will still treat your people well and they can continue to enjoy the immortality of the elves in my kingdom.

Just like I accepted Syndra.

My country will also open its arms and generously accept the miserable refugee named 'Quel'dorei'. "

"Don't even think about it!"

The Sun King was really angered by Elisande's sharp teeth. He waved the flame strike to create a golden phoenix flying in the sky to wrap up the great magister, and wanted to kill her with a powerful attack.

But Elisande is not afraid at all. Holding the scepter of Sargeras, she can easily get rid of any targeted attack.

When the phoenix fire exploded in the sky and rained down thousands of fires, the great mage rushed out from the space rift on the other side and threw an arcane burst at the Sun King while screaming.

At the same time, he cunningly reversed the power of time, causing the Sun King who had just flashed out to be forcibly pulled back to the position a second ago. This scene was like Anastarian receiving Elisande's magic with his face.

In the violent shattering sound, the Sun King's magic shield was shattered, and he himself screamed and fell from the magic carpet to an edge palace of the Sunwell.

This scene made the Quel'dorei on the city wall roar in terror, and also made the Archmage who succeeded in the sneak attack laugh triumphantly.

The all-powerful time is on her side!

She couldn't miss the opportunity to kill the Sun King, so she used the space tearing of Sargeras' scepter to accurately send herself to the place where the old king fell.

However, just as Elisande's delicate bare feet touched the ground, a sniper arrow shining with Luna's punishment quietly erupted behind her, and vines with natural divine power under her feet grew wildly and instantly locked the whole body. All displacements of the Magister.

The distance is too short and the speed is too fast.

The moment the arrows and vines appeared, it was already a sure kill.

It stands to reason that when others encounter this scene, they can only send it, and use the second before being stabbed in the head to briefly recall their own lives.

But Elisande is no ordinary person.

Her head was pierced by the flying moonlight arrows in the next moment, bursting like a watermelon and splattering with blood. But at the moment when the Grand Mage's life died, her time flow immediately began to reverse.

Elisande, who was killed by a sharp arrow, quickly faded into a shadow like a faded old photo. Time was reversed to before the Grand Mage was assassinated. This time, the Grand Mage slightly changed the angle at which he landed.

There was a loud "boom", and all the trees within thirty yards around the tree where Tyrande, the great priest of the moon, was hiding in the forest to carry out "assassination", seemed to have been chopped down by invisible scythes.

The space cutting from the Scepter of Sargeras created a death zone in less than a moment.

However, Tyrande is not that easy to deal with, and the moon hunter comes with her "druid pet" this time, which almost doubles her difficulty.

Elisande's "time attack" failed, and she was instead tightly entangled by Malfurion Stormrage, who had transformed into a natural giant bear.

The Archdruid is proficient in the summoning of nature. At the moment of the battle, more than a dozen ancient trees were activated into temporary ancient war trees. They grew limbs and roared to help the Archdruid fight the enemy.

The Sun King, who had just pretended to be injured and deceived the Grand Mage, also jumped out again and appeared on the edge of the battlefield to cooperate with Tyrande's arrows.

A one-on-three battle put Elisande at a disadvantage instantly.

The Grand Magister knew that this was a well-prepared trap, but she no longer had the time to scold these bastards who had no martial ethics.

She had already been "killed" once because of her arrogance and carelessness.

Time has indeed favored her. Apart from the bronze dragon, Elisande is probably the life in the world that is most favored and favored by time. But in this place far away from the Nightwell and the Eye of Aman'Thul, time can save her. The number of times is limited.

Now is not the time for sarcastic remarks, now is the time for a strategic shift.

The Grand Magister sneered and summoned several time bombs from the time stream before releasing them. Relying on the time impact caused by the explosion of the time bombs, she forcibly imprisoned three opponents at the same level as her in time.

This kind of confinement takes effect for a very short time and is completely useless for attacks.

But it works wonders for defense and retreat.

Of course, a tough-talking "female hero" like Elisande would definitely not leave silently. When she was about to apply oil on her soles, she even shouted to the three bastards in front of her:

"The same trick will not work for the time magician twice. Your strategy is great and wonderful. Unfortunately, I won't be fooled again!

The sunwell is mine!

Wait, then.

The Kaldorei and the Quel'dorei, I have endless time to slowly settle accounts with you. "

After saying that, the Grand Mage waved the scepter of Sargeras and dived into the black space crack with a whoosh. She planned to return to the Son of the Night's military camp from this ambush point to recuperate and plan the next war.

The Quel'dorei have found an ally, so perhaps the Nightborne should consider repairing their relationship with Blackshaw next.

However, the Grand Magister must have never heard of the legends about demons who appear in terrifying ways when their names are called, otherwise she would not be reciting Black Shaw's unlucky name silently in her heart at this critical moment.

"boom"

With a loud noise, the Grand Mage, who was thinking about the problem, saw with clenched teeth that the space crack propped up by Sargeras' scepter began to collapse rapidly.

This scene frightened her so much that she jumped out of the space rift.

Because she is familiar with the Scepter of Sargeras, she fully understands how dangerous it is to collapse in space, but this sudden situation must be caused by an external force interfering with the operation of the Scepter in her hand.

Who is it!

Damn it!

The great mage rushed out of the space rift with the fire of anger, viciously trying to find the bastard who interfered with her spellcasting, and then teach him or her a lesson.

However, her trivial wish was fulfilled the next moment.

She saw Black Shaw standing in front of her, waving to her in a dastardly manner.

She also saw the strange woman with four arms and octopus-like tentacles who was supported by Black Shaw.

The latter was blinking the five eyes on his face and looking at her with interest.

That look made Elisande feel the chill of fate for a moment, making her feel cold from head to toe. What's even more sad is that even though her mind is constantly howling to be strong, her body is still the same as every respectful meeting thousands of years ago. time.

There was a pop.

The Grand Magister knelt down in front of Azshara with the most standard etiquette of an elf court official. Although she reacted the next moment and wanted to get up, this embarrassing scene was completely recorded by Black with the gnome camera.

Oh, what a pity.

If Elisande had not died today, these photos alone could have extorted a large amount of money.

But now, we can only choose the most perfect one from these photos to become the great mage's posthumous photo.