Shadow Trails in Azeroth

On the Fountain of Darkness Fortress, the Grand Mage was silent.

She listened carefully to the persuasion of the second most powerful spellcaster in Suramar and listened to him recount the choices she had made in the past ten thousand years. Obviously, the great astrologer Etraeus did not think that isolation was a good thing.

He is taking this opportunity to ask the Grand Mage to end his ten thousand years of isolation. In the past, this request could have been easily excused. After all, he could not ask a prophet to ignore future threats.

But now, after Elisande personally admitted that he had lost the ability to see into the future, the words of the great astrologer became more reasonable.

After the great astrologer finished speaking, Elisande's purple face was calm, but the delicate owl relief held in his hand had become a broken object.

It represents her uneasy mood.

Probably because of the uneasiness in her heart, the mysterious arcane emblems on the magic pendants on her head, waist, abdomen, and ankles began to beat. It was only then that the figure of the great mage shrouded in magic could be clearly seen.

Especially her outfit.

Except for the very complicated, crown-like golden magister crown, the clothes on the ruler of Suramar City can be called "cool"

The red cloth bra blends with the golden shoulder armor. The slender and smooth waist is connected to the caster's war skirt by a belt at the hem. There is no cover on the two long bare legs, and the spring light leaks out when walking.

There is also a golden magic anklet on the ankle.

This set was the most popular style during the Elf Empire 10,000 years ago. No wonder the elven bards in Quel'Thalas always said that the taste of the upper elves was indescribable.

It’s not that it doesn’t look good.

It's just too unruly.

If he dared to wear these clothes and walk around Dalaran, all the human mages in the entire city would probably riot.

As a noble spellcaster, how could he wear such shameless clothes!

Come, come, come into the house with me, and I will explain to you the rules of spell casters.

Well, the Grand Mage's outfit, at least for human mages, is very frivolous, and even falls into the category of sexy clothing. But the children of the night themselves didn't think there was any problem.

This is how they dressed ten thousand years ago.

Occasionally, Queen Azshara would wear a more 'vulgar' robe than this when she was in the mood to visit her city. I didn't see any elf nobles scolding Her Majesty for being shameless, right?

This is the cultural difference.

How can a human mage with a history of less than three thousand years be qualified to talk in front of Sister Elisande who has lived for more than ten thousand years?

Step aside.

In the corridor outside the Fountain of Darkness Hall, the Grand Magister's silence lasted for a full ten minutes, and the Grand Astrologer also waited quietly for ten minutes.

"Then...as you wish."

Elisande finally made a decision. She closed her eyes and let the purple tuxedo-like war skirt swinging down at her waist sway in the wind.

she says:

"Suramar City can be opened and the magic barrier can be removed.

People with permission can also leave, but before large-scale release, we must first send observation envoys to various parts of Azeroth to collect information.

We must take responsibility for our people.

Their addiction to magic is too serious. Without the nourishment of the Night Well, they will soon transform into withered magicians. They must start from now on to produce crystallized magic power on a large scale as a strategic resource.

There is also the Moon Guard. We must invite the Moon Guard into the city and make an agreement with their leader. Their magic addiction is not serious.

In the initial interactions with the outside world, they were our trustworthy pioneers and allies. "

"Um."

The great astrologer did not object to these orders.

He knew that Elisande's abilities were outstanding, and there would be no problem if she arranged these things, but His Excellency Aitaeus was worried about another thing.

"Since it has been decided to open the city, the attitude of the Kaldorei must be taken into consideration. Perhaps we can send envoys to Val'sharah to meet with the Kaldorei druids."

"No! I, and the entire Shal'dorei, will never compromise with the night elves and their beliefs!"

Elisande said coldly:

"We, the Shaldorei, are the most orthodox successors to the glorious empire established by Queen Azshara. The night elves are just a bunch of rubes who have tarnished the glorious elven history!

They gave up the glory of the empire and hid in the forest, living in trees, eating wild fruits, and decorating themselves with bark and hair.

Pretending to be pious, they continue to wage war on the continent of Kalimdor. They are already as barbaric as the trolls in the forest, and they do not deserve to call themselves elves! "

These harsh words made the great astrologer hesitate.

But after a few seconds of thinking, Aitaus actually nodded in agreement. He seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with Elisande's evaluation of Kaldorei.

It seems that these children of the night not only inherited the system and way of life of the elven empire, they also inherited the arrogance and arrogance of the upper elves in the legend.

"But we need allies."

The great astrologer thought very pragmatically and said:

"The Shal'dorei are not afraid of challenges, but if we are to spread our influence into today's world, we need to forge friendships with our fellow humans.

I remember that six thousand eight hundred years ago, Dath'Remar Sunstrider also tried to contact us when he led his people to break with the night elves.

According to the pictures you see in the time stream, the descendants of the Sun Chasers have established a glorious kingdom on another continent.

Quel'dorei inherited the magical power of the Elf Empire just like us. Perhaps, we can fight with them."

"Dath'Remar is an elf hero that I recognize. He has a very charming demeanor and extremely outstanding talents, but his descendants are not qualified to call themselves 'high elves' in front of Sh'dorei!"

The Grand Mage crossed her arms. This action made the two objects on her chest appear even larger.

She commented with a sarcastic tone:

"The so-called Quel'dorei are just a group of nouveau riche.

I saw in the time stream that they built the Sunwell in their own country, imitating our Nightwell, with the help of Dath'Remar's secret eternal gift.

But it was a poor creation.

There is simply no power that the Well of Eternity should have. Look at them. The poor design of the Sunwell has diluted their noble blood and also affected their ethnic group.

Those white-skinned elves can only live for three thousand years!

Not even the forest trolls could be defeated, and in turn lost so much of their population in the war.

A humiliating failure.

The elves of Quel'Thalas have failed to live up to the expectations of Dath'Remar Sunstrider. They are simply a disgrace to the elves!

Of course, even so, they were more civilized than the Kaldorei who had degenerated into living in the forests.

We can send messengers. "

Elisande said slowly:

"If they are willing to join the Shal'dorei kingdom and become vassals of the Children of Night, I can send our arcanists to help them modify the terribly wrong design of the Sunwell.

Let the vial of water from the Well of Eternity into which it is poured really have its effect.

But if they don't agree to our request, then the sunwell will become our target.

It's just a failed imitation.

But the magic power it exudes is powerful enough, comparable to the Night Well, and it can become the best place for our people to stay on that continent.

As for Silvermoon City.

The city modeled after Zin-Azshari was barely okay.

Although it is far inferior to our Suramar, after ten thousand years of decline, how good can we expect the upstarts who have forgotten their great history to do?

Their so-called Reno Bandil Territory Guardian Barrier, in my opinion, is even more of a joke! Not even one tenth of the subtlety of Suramar City's magic barrier.

What an imbecile piece of work.

Dath'Remar is an excellent strategist and a fascinating commander. Unfortunately, he is too clumsy in the way of magic. It only takes thirty high-level arcanists to completely destroy Quel'dorei's barrier overnight. "

"Want to start a war?"

After thinking for a moment, the great astrologer nodded and said:

"If all the elite legions of the Night Fortress are mobilized, they should be able to capture Quel'Thalas and their Sunwell within three months.

There may be some casualties, but it's worth it.

But you rejected the Kaldorei and looked down on the Quel'dorei. Elisande, my friend, where is the ally you really want? "

"Syndra!"

The Grand Magister confidently uttered an elf word that was difficult to pronounce, and she said to her friend:

"I discovered the remnants of Syndra while roaming the timeline a long time ago. Those 'Secret Keepers' from the era of Queen Azshara, like us, have lived in their own cities for ten thousand years. .

The city of Elre'Thalas, which was once as glorious as Suramar, has been mostly destroyed. Our poor fellow Highborne are not as lucky as we are to have such a divine object as the Nightwell.

They have been declining for ten thousand years.

Even in the thirst for magic power, taboo methods were used to maintain the inheritance.

But their leader, the magical prince Tortheldrin, is still alive. He studied magic in Suramar and is one of my friends.

Like us, they are the orthodox members of the Elf Empire!

We and the Sindra elves should naturally stand together, not to mention, as the secret keeper of Queen Azshara, the Sindra elves protected many magical relics belonging to the queen during the catastrophe. "

There was a hint of cunning in Elisande's narrowed purple eyes, and she said:

"We will bring the Sindra elves who are trapped in decline to Suramar. The arrival of nearly a million elves will strengthen our military strength, and the holy objects that come with them will make it possible for us to happen in the future. take the lead in the war.

What's even better is that during these ten thousand years, Tyrande's annoying woman sent her daughter to monitor and block the poor Syndra elves, leaving them to fend for themselves.

What a stupid strategy. The ridiculous kaldorei used the blockade to inject hostile hatred into the history of the Syndra elves.

As long as we pull together a little bit.

Tortheldrin and his people will stand firmly on our side! "

"But to do that we need a fleet that can sail the seas."

The great astrologer added:

"It is impossible to take so many people away from Elrethalas using teleportation magic alone. There are also many holy objects that cannot be transported using teleportation."

"The fleet and ships are indeed a big problem."

Elisande nodded, thought for a while, and said:

"I have seen the upstart Quel'dorei building magic warships in a time clip. Perhaps, we can commandeer their ships."

"What if they don't want to?"

The astrologer whispered:

"There are a lot of blessed oaks in Val'sharah. We can't always rely on others. Maybe we should start building our own fleet."

"Well, that's right. We are trapped in the Broken Islands. If we want to spread the majesty of the Elf Empire to the entire world, we really need a powerful fleet.

I remember that there were some ships left by Ravencrest in the harbor of Black Crow Keep. "

The Grand Magister said with regret:

"Unfortunately, the pandas, allies of the Elf Empire, who also had a glorious past, have also closed themselves off on their land. The monks under Emperor Shaohao and the Dragon Knights still impress me deeply.

With the help of those cute chubby guys, conquering the whole world is easy. "

"There is one more thing you must consider, Elisande."

Etaeus looked around and said in a whisper:

"Queen Azshara is still alive.

The sea is her new empire. You must consider careful contact with her. We have betrayed her, but times have changed. Perhaps, ten thousand years from now, we can get some help from Her Majesty the Queen. "

"Azshara"

This name that should have been forgotten but was always mentioned made the Grand Mage's expression very complicated. After a few minutes, she sighed and said:

"No one knows our Majesty better than I do. Her appetite is as powerful as her strength, and if we seek her help, we will have to sacrifice a lot.

So put her aside for now.

In addition, we are in urgent need of high-level power. I will send arcanists to Azsuna to break the Watcher's Vault! Free Illidan Stormrage and his demon hunters.

The weak Tyrande dared not use this power.

But I will give them a battlefield.

The Dark Walker from ten thousand years ago will become the most powerful war vanguard of Shadorei! "