Shadow Trails in Azeroth

On the top floor of the Dark Night Fortress, in the Night Fountain Hall, the pure arcana gathered from various magic pipes are gathered here. They are like flowing purple sea water, rushing around the entire hall.

Twenty high-level Arcanists of the Night are scattered throughout the hall. With the help of the entire Dark Night Fortress's magic system, they guide the flow of magic power and are sent to magic nodes throughout the city.

These magic powers come from the depths of the Night Well and are the inexhaustible source of magic for the entire Suramar for thousands of years. However, the tide in the hall at this time is not just a simple gathering of magic powers.

These essence magic powers are just the waves evoked when the Titan artifact in the Night Well is activated, and they are just insignificant accessories.

In the center of the purple tide, what is changing is like the light blown off by quicksand.

This is the power that represents time.

If there was a bronze dragon here at this time, it would definitely exclaim that the power of time has formed a vortex on the top floor of the Dark Night Fortress. This is a spellcaster who is using the vortex of time to peek into the future!

In the swirling light curtain of quicksand in front of him, there was indeed an erratic figure suspended in the vortex of time.

She seemed to have left this timeline and entered another dimension. She had no sense of physical existence, and her figure was like a pale ghost.

She maintained her gaze, staring blankly ahead.

The power representing time flows through her body, allowing her to travel freely on the timeline like a bronze dragon, using herself as a node.

This is Grand Magister Elisande, ruler of Suramar, leader of the Nightborne, discoverer of Titan artifacts, and founder of the Nightwell.

A powerful spellcaster, in addition to his profound study of arcane magic, this Grand Mage is also the most adept at time magic in the world of Azeroth.

This is a very unpopular magic trick.

Even during the ancient elven empire, few arcanists were involved in this art.

And the time magic has been studied to the extreme, especially when she can occasionally see fragments of the future, which inevitably gives Elisande an additional title. Some people call her 'Prophet'.

She didn't like this title, at least she never admitted it directly.

"well"

A sigh sounded in the Fountain of Dark Night Hall. As the figure of the Great Mage in the vortex of time gradually solidified and returned, the entire huge magic tide surrounding the upper level of the Dark Night Fortress also weakened rapidly.

These magic powers, which are so huge that they can easily destroy cities, seem to be skillfully controlled by an invisible hand.

Just a few seconds after the guidance disappeared, the magic power of the entire hall returned to normal levels.

Elisande fell lightly from the air. She stretched out her hand to push the gorgeous and complicated golden magister's crown on her head, and waved to the arcanists around her who were bowing to her.

He ordered in the purest and most elegant Salas language with a Zin-Azsali accent:

"Ask the great astrologer to come to the hall."

"Your Majesty the Great Magister."

A senior arcanist whispered:

"During the three days you were roaming, something happened in the city. Some accidents happened that were not in your plan. Now the whole city is in panic."

"Um?"

The Archmage, who had just returned from wandering the timeline and looked a little tired, snorted in confusion, and his guards immediately handed over the record of the city's disaster.

Ms. Elisande glanced at the record, and her face immediately turned ugly.

"Withered spells attacked the city. The Yuejun family lost important members. My chief arcanist was robbed. Even our genius swordsman Aluriel failed to capture the alien pirate.

So much happened in just one night?

Where is Aluriel now? "

"She left the city, Grand Magister."

The arcanist behind him replied with a helpless tone:

“In the early hours of yesterday morning, Captain Oruriel left his residence alone.

Some city guards reported seeing her leaving the city on her own Demonsaber. She also left a letter, saying that she wanted to wash away the shame of herself and her hometown, and that she wanted to find more powerful power in the outside world.

In addition, Captain Oruriel also took away an important piece of art. It was the sword used by General Varoson, Queen Azshara's royal guard captain, to assassinate the Lord of Black Crow Keep in the War of the Ancients. "

"It's no big deal, it's just a weapon."

The Grand Mage was silent for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to rub his forehead and said:

"Go and invite the great astrologer."

"Huh? Should we let our genius leave the city? Should we ignore the chaos in the city now? Grand Magister."

The arcanist behind him was stunned for a moment and asked hurriedly:

"I'm not questioning your intelligence, Ms. Alisande, it's just that"

"I told you, it's no big deal!"

The Grand Mage's tone suddenly became a little more irritable.

But she quickly realized her gaffe, and with the manner an elf noble should have, she immediately adjusted her out-of-control emotions and returned to her previous stable posture.

she says:

"We, the city of Suramar, and the entire Sh'dorei clan will undergo a test of fate. Whether Aluriel escapes or the city is attacked, these are just trivial signs.

After ten thousand years of peace, we must make choices about the future just like we did ten thousand years ago.

In the face of such a choice, whether a person stays or goes is insignificant.

Give my order to the city defense army, arcanists and magic swordsmen. From today on, Suramar will enter a state of wartime martial law! Awaken the golem and patrol along the city. "

"As you command, Grand Mage!"

A group of arcanists immediately took action and went to convey the order. Grand Magister Elisande walked out of the Fountain of Night Hall and looked at the city of Suramar on the coast from the top of the fortress in the sea.

In the past ten thousand years, she had looked at her city from here countless times.

But there has never been a time when I felt as confused as today.

As a legendary spellcaster, she prides herself on her sanity, but now, Ms. Elisande really can't let herself return to her previous control of everything.

She has lost sight and control of the future.

She didn't understand what went wrong, but there was no doubt that some force quietly changed the rules of the world without her noticing it.

The future is no longer certain and destiny becomes uncertain.

Anything can happen.

Maybe in the next second, a meteorite will fall from the sky and hit the city of Suramar, wiping out her and her hometown that she has protected for ten thousand years.

"Ten thousand years ago, Illidan Stormrage angrily said that we were all blind and could not see the real danger. I thought he was just a madman at the time, but now I understand Stormrage's mentality when he said this .

He must have been very scared at that time, afraid of the future.

He must have been very angry at that time, angry at his own weakness.

I consider myself a wise man.

But it took ten thousand years for me to understand this emotion.

It's not him who's stupid, it's us who are stupid. "

Elisande held his hands on the relief railing that was so exquisite that it was almost a work of art. The Grand Magister, who was dressed in gorgeous and complicated clothes, full of the exaggerated style of the upper elf, whispered:

"I can no longer see the future with the Eyes of Aman'Thul, Etraeus, my wise friend. The strange impact more than two months ago caused terrible fluctuations in the timeline.

I thought there was something wrong with the Titan artifact.

But now, I can confirm that there is something wrong with this world. You have been stargazing continuously for the past two months. Have you come to any conclusion? "

"My eyes were almost blinded by the starlight."

Behind the Grand Magister, an old elf with a ponytail made an unfunny joke. He leaned on a starry cane and walked to Elisande while rubbing his sore eyes. .

He also looked at Suramar City on the coastline. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"The stars are arranged as they have been in the past, and the rules of the star rings are no different from other days in ten thousand years. My apprentices told me that they did not find any revelations brought by the stars.

They are so stupid.

The biggest problem is that the stars have not changed.

I knew you couldn't watch a joke like this, so I activated the observatory that Queen Azshara used back then, and then, I saw it.

Very strange stuff. "

The great astrologer who likes to use stars to explain the laws of all things pondered for a few seconds and said as if revealing a secret:

"The star that represents the five-color dragon army is missing a corner. It should be that the annoying bronze dragons have left this world, or it is more appropriate to call them 'abandoned'.

Using their theoretical explanation, our timeline is abolished.

It may be good news that you don't have to worry about bronze dragons coming to ask us for the Eye of Aman'Thul in the future. "

"What good news is this?"

The Grand Mage snorted and said dissatisfiedly:

"No wonder the timeline can no longer see the future. No matter how much I use the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul, all I can see is chaos.

We're facing a disordered future, and that's too bad. "

"I don't think so."

The great astrologer's tone was very calm. He leaned on his cane and said quietly:

"Nine thousand years ago, I suggested that you open the barrier of Suramar and take our people back to Mount Hyjal. You said that you saw the tragedy of the Satyr War in the timeline and predicted a terrible war. .

You were right, so we didn't leave.

Seven thousand years ago, I once again suggested that you open the barrier. At that time, there were already signs of magic addiction in the city. You said you peered into the future and saw the division between the Quel'dorei, the Kaldorei, and Syndra.

We trust you and stay here.

Five thousand years ago, I suggested that you give up Suramar for the third time. The addiction to magic has begun to appear. We must turn to the druids to eliminate this threat before it completely breaks out.

You said that you saw the druids, led by Fandral Staghelm, acting foolishly and blindly expanding throughout the world, alarming the prehistoric darkness.

The matter was serious, so once again we passed up the opportunity.

A thousand years ago, I asked you to take the people out of Suramar for the fourth time. Magic addiction has taken root in the city. The magic of the Nightwell alone cannot even supply the needs of the people. An era of instability has begun.

At that time, you showed us a fragment of time in which you saw the Kaldorei and the dragons fighting against the fearsome Qiraji on Kalimdor, and nearly losing.

If our people entered Mount Hyjal at that time, they would probably be sacrificed.

What you said made sense and convinced everyone.

Then

We have stayed in this barrier until now, and have protected ourselves in many crises, but our addiction to magic has become the origin of the entire Shal'dorei.

Are you going to continue to prevent people from returning to the world in the name of 'danger'? Elisande. "

The great astrologer leaned on his cane and said softly:

"You once served Queen Azshara, and you also resolutely resisted her. Ten thousand years of isolation and rule have made you more and more like the person you were loyal to and betrayed.

You fear that the people will step out of this purple light and no longer act according to your will.

You too have fallen into the same terrible addiction as the people.

But not magic, but power.

You too are terminally ill.

You know, when that pirate attacked the city, I could actually have come forward, but I let him make a big fuss and leave. I think it's time, Elisande, my friend.

You have used future "danger" as an excuse several times to persuade us to hide at home. But now, you have lost the ability to predict danger. What we are about to face is a world with an uncertain future.

A wise mage like you knows everything.

You just can’t give up what you’re holding, let me give you a reason to convince yourself.”

The great astrologer laughed, his expression became serious, and he said:

"That human pirate named Daelin Proudmoore humiliated the Sha'dorei, humiliated Suramar, and humiliated the Nightborne. This was an arrogant and terrible crime!

Take this opportunity to open up the city!

Announce to the world the return of Shal'dorei.

A bounty is put out across the world for the heads of that pirate and all his minions! Through this humiliation and revenge, we inform this sea and this sky of our existence.

The era of isolation is over. "