Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Elisande has owned a sacred object like the Nightwell for ten thousand years.

As the ruler of Suramar, she naturally does not need to wait for the daily distribution of magic wine with other bitter children of the night. For the Grand Magister, magic wine is just a way of life.

As long as she needs it, she can immerse herself in the most wonderful magic born from the Night Well at any time, and even spend half a day taking a good "magic bath".

This kind of life is absolutely luxurious in Suramar.

But what is even more luxurious is that Elisande has made good use of the essence of the Nightwell to transform his life form during these ten thousand years. The pure magic born from the eyes of Aman'Thul, the Pillar of Creation, was used by the Pillar of the World. It is given quite magical "time" properties.

Replacing his original magic power with this kind of magic power, and then constantly improving it through Dark Night Well, Elisande's legendary power became quite unique.

Her legendary power is called "Time".

The effect is simple and overbearing, giving each of the Grand Mage's spells a high probability of time-pausing effects, and giving Elisande the power to "escape death."

Just like now.

Obviously, the Archmage was ambushed by Black after activating the Scepter of Sargeras. He took the initiative to send himself to Black, and was brutally executed by the pirates with a knife through the heart.

But in the face of such an absolute fatal injury, the Great Mage was still not covered by the shadow of death.

As the pirate watched helplessly, the body of Elisande, who had just been pierced in the heart by him, kept changing, much like his lovely first mate Sephiel used the gesture of rewinding time to reverse this dead moment.

The outline of the Grand Magister was like a faded old photo, quickly turning brown and gray, as if he had been pushed into another phase from the material world.

After a few seconds, her figure completely turned into a "time stamp" that remained in place.

The pirates killed her.

But it couldn't be completely killed.

"You are just short-lived ants, my life is much longer!"

The Grand Magister sent herself out of the moment of death. The time stamp she left behind still expressed her dissatisfaction with the pirates' ruthless assassination. She screamed:

"The Dark Night Well is protecting me, and time is on my side, idiot! You chose the side that will surely fail."

"Gee, if you had said that in Suramar, I would have been absolutely terrified."

Blake shrugged, pulled out his "Blade of Bullying" from the time stamp in front of him, moved his neck and said:

"After all, you who are connected to the magic power of the Fountain of Darkness can indeed be called 'immortal'. The blessing from time prevents you from encountering any unexpected death.

How terrifying you are in your full glory.

But unfortunately, open your eyes and see, my poor Elisande, this is not Suramar, and there is no Nightwell here!

You are too far from home.

You've come a long way.

How many times can the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul protect you? "

The smelly pirate snorted, picked up his pipe, and said sarcastically:

"You will soon discover that time is so unstable. After leaving the protection of the Eye of Aman'Thul, you who think you control time are just a poor man with empty ambitions but lack of power. .

If I remember correctly, you died once just now.

This is the second time.

You have stepped into my territory. How many lives do you have to play with me in my territory? "

Elisande's timestamp is silent.

Her biggest secret was meaningless in front of Black, the prophet. The pirate accurately stated her biggest weakness at this time. Time did not always protect her when she was far away from the Nightwell.

The most terrible thing is that the Scepter of Sargeras has been proven to have been tampered with by pirates.

Elisande can use it to teleport, but as long as the Grand Magister wants to send himself back to Suramar, which can make him immortal, the void method left by Black will be triggered immediately.

The only way to save her at this time became a fatal trap.

"Run, little girl, run."

The pirate retracted his scimitar, took out Solidar Wrath of the Stars, stretched out his voice, waved his hand to Elisande's time stamp in a sinister manner, and said:

"There is a very scary monster queen chasing you. Despite how my dear Majesty always wants to behave, only you and I know how terrifying her disgust and murderous intention towards you are.

This is a hunting game.

I am willing to be the Queen's hound, just for a goal that can make me feel good.

Now, the game begins!

The rules are simple, you run, I chase!

Friendly reminder, terrible things will happen if you catch up with me.

I hope you bought yourself goblin insurance before you set off, but I will be very disappointed if the beneficiary is not me. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the pirate's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared high in the sky with the flicker of a watcher. He spread his Doom Guard wings and hovered in the air.

Throughout the entire Quel'Danas Island, an arrow was fired at the Grand Mage who was hiding in the ruins and had just escaped death.

This arrow is both a calibration and an intimidation.

The void spikes shaped by the magic of the void roared and fell like purple meteors, hitting the front of the Grand Mage's hideout, shattering the collapsed masonry wall, and making Elisande's eyes shrink when he was hiding inside and preparing for the decisive battle. , she touched the scepter of Sargeras on the ground and disappeared with a whoosh.

If you can't go back to Suramar, then go somewhere else!

Avoid Azshara and Black for the time being, and wait for time to pass before making any plans.

This was the best solution the Grand Magister could think of. Her figure appeared in the mountainous area bordering Quel'Thalas and the human kingdom in the next moment.

This should be far enough.

But before Elisande could take a breath, an elegant wave of magic energy appeared in front of her, and the half-snake-like figure that frightened the Great Mage walked out of the light.

Queen Azshara's eyes were as cold as ice, which once again reminded the Grand Magister of the majesty of the Queen ten thousand years ago.

"Where are you going?"

The Queen said to the Grand Magister in a tone of voice like a cat playing with a mouse:

"My captain of the guard told me that I could enjoy the hunt as much as I wanted. He said there was only one place in the world where you could survive my wrath, but that place you can't go to now.

Tell me, Elisande.

When you presumptuously claimed to be king without my permission, did you expect your despair today? "

"No, Your Majesty."

Elisande gritted his teeth and said to Azshara:

"I did it just to better manage Suramar for you. I overstepped my bounds, but even when you were ruling the empire, this was not a mortal sin.

For the sake of my thousands of years of service to you, spare my life!

I can transform into a naga to serve you, and I would love to spend the rest of my life paying for my sins.

Please"

"That is a thing of the past, my great mage."

Azshara shook her head and said condescendingly:

"Now I am just a monster living in seclusion in the deep sea, a wretch who can't extricate himself from the glory of the past. My majesty has disappeared, and the subjects who once feared me no longer pay allegiance to me.

I don't actually care about your transgression, Elisande.

There have been transgressors like Dath'Remar Sunstrider before you, and I could have let you go, just as I ignored him.

But it's a pity that you still haven't figured out the reason why you really make me angry. "

The Queen stepped forward, wagging her tentacles.

She looked at Elisande with a cold and ruthless gaze, and she said softly:

"I entrust my last subjects to you, I entrust my Suramar to you, and I hope you will leave me the last glory and dignity of the Elf Empire.

But you have turned my noble subjects into a bunch of bastards who live on magic wine and wallow in the mud! They are no longer the legitimate descendants of the Elf Empire, and they are no longer reflections of the past that I can talk about for the rest of my life.

They were a disgrace to the empire.

They became my shame.

This is all because of your inaction.

Elisande, you keep saying that everything you do is for your people, but even wild elves like the Kaldorei have ruled Kalimdor for ten thousand years, and yet you are hiding in Sura like a coward. Ma imprisoned herself,

You have disappointed your Queen!

You have lived up to my expectations of you.

You are guilty!

Mortal sin. "

Azshara stretched out her hand and placed it on the wide-eyed Elisande's forehead. When the monarch and his minister were alone, the queen finally spoke out the thoughts she had hidden in her heart for countless years.

She said in a whisper that only two people could hear:

"You know? When my people and I transformed into this disgusting monster form in the deep sea, I seriously thought about whether I should pass on my empire to you.

After all, Suramar is the last remaining city of my empire, my last illusion of the good old days.

Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice.

Your vision and capacity are not even comparable to that of a pirate whose life span is less than one percent of yours! "

Elisande heard the always strong Supreme Queen's emotions revealed at this moment, and her heart was very complicated. At this moment, she understood the source of Azshara's unknown anger towards her.

You can only be angry when you have hope for someone.

Queen Azshara never abandoned Suramar. The naga under her command never came close to that land and never disturbed the people of Suramar.

It can even be said that Suramar has been in self-imposed confinement for ten thousand years without incident. There is probably a secret guard from the Deep Sea Empire behind this.

But Suramar failed her.

A silent shame rose in the heart of the Grand Mage. She was determined to accept the Queen's punishment and die here completely, ending her failed life.

But in the end the desire to survive prevailed.

As the queen watched in disappointment, Elisande activated the Scepter of Sargeras again and sent herself out of this place of death. She stopped trying to teleport herself further away to stay alive.

Such behavior meant nothing in front of Queen Azshara.

Without relying on the Scepter of Sargeras, Azshara's superb control over magic can easily lock her whereabouts and then use teleportation to catch up with her and kill her.

Now, there is only one way to survive.

"Buzz"

Elisande's figure staggered into the center of the chaotic Sunwell ruins.

The elves here have already evacuated, and even the Nagas and pirates have retreated to the sea at the request of their respective leaders.

Only the heroes and warriors who fought against Queen Azshara just now are here, but they dare not approach the Sunwell that has been contaminated by evil energy.

The magical holy land that once enveloped the entire Kui Island with a golden stream of light and generously bestowed magic power on every elf is no longer a bright golden light. The dark green light shining from the sun tower is like low dark clouds covering the sky. The pungent smell of evil sulfur is even more chilling.

The magical wind full of destruction and violence swept across this once gorgeous land that was now in ruins, blowing the Sun King's pale long hair in all directions.

With a bruised nose and swollen face, Kael'thas, who was in a rare state of embarrassment, supported his father who was almost fainting. The once handsome prince was already in tears.

He looked at the Sunwell shrouded in evil energy before him.

He knew it was all over.

Quel'Thalas, the magical holy land that has stood for seven thousand years, is over. It's like the end of a good era when magic was abundant. Where should the future of Quel'dorei go?

"What are you going to do!"

Just when the prince and the Sun King were devastated and disappointed, a shout rang out from the crowd. General Maraad, holding the Naaru warhammer, shouted to Elisande, who was walking quickly towards the evil-covered Sunwell. road:

"Don't go there! The legion has already started teleporting demons. The desolate and scorched earth is about to be born here. It's not a place you can go! Come back!"

Elisande didn't say a word, and even accelerated his pace into the polluted Sunwell.

She quickly disappeared into the increasingly dense storm of evil energy.

"Aiya, what are you Quel'dorei elves doing? You knew before in North County that demons have sneaked into various places, and I specifically reminded you."

Blake's annoying voice also sounded at this time. Under the complicated gazes of everyone, the stinky pirate appeared in this place shrouded in evil energy, supporting Queen Azshara as before.

The stinky pirate said to everyone without mercy:

"I've reminded you time and time again to pay attention to the infiltration of demons, but no one pays attention to it. Tsk tsk, it's not easy to be a prophet these days.

Perhaps today's destruction of the Sunwell by demons can be a wake-up call for you.

I don’t know where your confidence comes from. Look at you, together you can’t even defeat my queen, so how can you face the coming brutal demon?

When those guys step into this world, they will probably make you wet your pants.

But I'm too lazy to tell you more.

If you don't fear the future, the future will punish you, just like now.

Witness the destruction. "

"Ouch"

A terrifying roar sounded from the Sunwell, like a hound or an abyss monster. The pirate looked back and saw a scorched hound as big as a hill roaring out of the Tower of the Sun.

The breath of flames wrapped around that guy proved that it was a real demigod monster. This was probably the vanguard of destruction sent by the demons of Argus to Azeroth.

"Tsk, tsk, isn't this Lord Sargeras' favorite scorched vicious dog Falg?"

The pirate winked and said to Queen Azshara:

"Did you see it ten thousand years ago?"

"No."

The Queen frowned and recalled:

"When I met Lord Sargeras that time, he was accompanied by a red scorched hound, which was bigger and more ferocious than the one in front of me."

"Red Throat."

The pirate laughed, took out his dog-tooth dagger, and said to his queen:

"That guy died miserably. Even his teeth were made into weapons and collected by me again. But this time only these two vicious dogs came, which is disappointing. It seems that Kil'jaeden and Archimonde All have learned well.

They finally knew how to find a scapegoat to explore the way.

Your Majesty, Elisande ran to join the demons. She may have thought that this would save her life. In order to avoid your punishment, she even wanted to escape to the Twisting Nether.

Alas, Your Majesty, your majesty is indeed extraordinary. "

"She doesn't want to go anywhere."

Azshara sneered, waved her hand and threw out a ball of magic power, easily creating an extremely stable portal in the place where evil energy was abundant.

The Queen waved her hands and said without even looking at the people behind her:

"Kneel down, my subjects. I have to deal with some personal matters next."