Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 329 38. Dai Lin! We want your head!

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

  Twenty high-level Arcanists of the Nightborn were scattered all over the hall. With the help of the magic system of the entire Dark Fortress, they guided the flow of magic power and were sent to the magic nodes all over the city.

  These magic powers come from the depths of the Night Well, which is the inexhaustible source of magic in the entire Suramar, but the tides in the hall at this time are not just as simple as the gathering of magic power.

   These essential magic powers are just the waves that are invoked when the Titan artifacts in the Nightwell are activated, and are only insignificant appendages.

   In the center of the purple tide, what is surging is the changing light like quicksand blowing down.

   This is the power to represent time.

   If there is a bronze dragon here at this time, it will definitely exclaim that the power of time has formed a vortex on the top layer of the dark night fortress. This is a spell caster who is using the vortex of time to peek into the future!

   In the light curtain of quicksand spinning in front of you, there is indeed an erratic figure suspended in the time vortex.

   She seems to have left this timeline and entered another dimension, without the feeling of physical existence, and her body resembles a pale ghost.

   She maintained her gazing attitude, staring blankly ahead.

   represents the power of time flowing through her body, allowing her to travel freely on the timeline with herself as a node like a bronze dragon.

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

  A powerful spellcaster, in addition to his deep knowledge of arcane magic, this great magus is currently the arcanist who is best at time magic in the world of Azeroth.

   This is a very unpopular magic trick.

  Even in the time of the ancient elven empire, few arcanists were involved in this way.

   And time magic has been studied to the extreme, especially when you can occasionally see fragments of the future, so Elisande inevitably has a title. Some people call her a "prophet".

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

"Ugh"

   A sigh resounded in the Fountain of Darkness Hall. As the figure of the Great Magister in the vortex of time gradually returned, the huge tide of magic power surrounding the upper level of the Fortress of Darkness also rapidly weakened.

   These magic powers so large that they can easily destroy a city are like being skillfully controlled by an invisible hand.

   After just a few seconds after the guide disappeared, the magic power in the entire hall returned to its normal level.

   Elisande fell lightly from the air, she stretched out her hand and pushed the gorgeous and complicated golden magister's crown on her head, and waved to the surrounding arcanists who leaned over and saluted her.

   commanded in the purest, highest-ranking Sarasian with the accent of Sin Azali:

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

   "Your Excellency the Great Magister."

   A High Arcanist whispered:

   "During the three days of your roaming time, something happened in the city, some accidents that were not planned by you happened, and now the whole city is panicking."

"Um?"

   Just returned from the roaming of the time line, the great magus who seemed a little tired snorted in confusion, and immediately a personal guard handed over the record of the disaster in the city.

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

   "The withered attacked the city, the Moon County family lost an important member, my chief arcanist was looted, and even our genius swordsman Aluriel failed to catch the alien pirate

   So much happened in just one night?

Where is    Aluriel now? "

   "She left the city, Great Magister."

The Arcanist behind    replied with a helpless tone:

   "In the early hours of yesterday, Captain Aluriel left his residence alone.

   A city guard reported seeing her leave the city on her own Demonsaber. She also left a letter saying that she would wash away the shame for herself and her hometown, and go to the outside world to find more powerful strength.

   In addition, Captain Aluriel took away an important piece of art. It was the sword used by General Varothon, the captain of Queen Azshara's royal bodyguard in the War of the Ancients, to assassinate the lords of Black Rook Keep. "

   "That's no big deal, just a weapon."

  The Great Magister was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and rubbed his forehead, saying:

   "Go and invite the great astrologer."

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

The Arcanist behind    was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked:

   "I'm not questioning your wisdom, Ms. Elisande, just"

   "I said, it's no big deal!"

  The Great Magister's tone suddenly became a little irritable.

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

she says:

   "We, the city of Suramar, the entire Shaldorei tribe, will stand a test of fate. Whether Aluriel's exodus or the city is attacked, these are just insignificant signs.

   After 10,000 years of peace, we must make choices about the future as we did 10,000 years ago.

   In the face of such a choice, a person's stay is insignificant.

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

   "Follow your orders, Great Magister!"

   A group of Arcanists immediately acted and went to convey the order, while the Great Magister Elisande walked out of the hall of the Night Spring and looked at the city of Suramar on the coast from the top of the fortress in the sea.

   Over the past 10,000 years, she has looked at her city from here countless times.

   But there has never been a time like today when my heart is in a mess.

   As a legendary spellcaster, she prides herself on her sanity, but now, Ms. Elisander just can't bring herself back to her old controlling stance.

   She has lost her peep and control over the future.

   She didn't understand what went wrong, but there was no doubt that some power had silently 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 the hometown she has guarded for 10,000 years.

"Illidan Stormrage 10,000 years ago ranted that we were all blind and couldn't see real danger. I thought he was just a lunatic, but now I understand Stormrage's mentality when he said that. .

   He must have been very afraid 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 10,000 years for me to understand the sentiment.

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

  Elysander was holding hands on the embossed railing that was so delicate that it was almost a work of art, dressed in gorgeous and cumbersome clothes, and the grand magister who was full of the grandiose style of the Highborne whispered:

   "I can no longer see the future with the eyes of Aman'Thul, Aitavus, my wise friend. The peculiar shock two months ago caused terrible fluctuations in the timeline.

   I thought it was a problem with the Titan artifact.

   But now, I can be sure that there is something wrong with the world. You have been stargazing non-stop for two months, have you come to a conclusion? "

   "My eyes are almost blinded by the stars."

Behind the Grand Magister, an old elf with a ponytail made a no-frills joke, leaning on a star-studded cane, rubbing his aching eyes as he walked to Elisande .

   He also looked at the city of Suramar on the coastline, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

   "The stars are listed, as in the past, and the laws of the rings are no different from other days in ten thousand years. My apprentices told me that they did not find any revelation from the stars.

   They are so stupid.

  There is no change in the astrology, which is the biggest problem.

  I know you can't joke about this kind of thing, so I activated the observatory that Queen Azshara used back then, and I saw.

   Weird stuff. "

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

   "The constellation representing the five-color giant dragon army is missing a corner. It should be the nasty bronze dragons who have left this world, or "abandoned" is more appropriate.

   With their theoretical explanation, our timeline is abolished.

  You don't have to worry about the Bronze Dragon coming and asking us for the Eye of Aman'Thul, which may be good news. "

   "What's the good news?"

  The Great Magister snorted and said dissatisfiedly:

   "It's no wonder that the timeline can't see the future, no matter how much I use the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul, all I can see is chaos.

   We are facing a disorderly future, which is too bad. "

   "I don't think so."

  The big 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 bring our people back to Mount Hyjal. You said that you saw the tragic battle of Satyr in the timeline and predicted a terrible war. .

  You are right, so we did not leave.

   Seven thousand years ago, I once again suggested that you open the enchantment, when the demon addiction in the city already had symptoms. You say you peered into the future and saw the split between Quel'dorei, Kaldorei and Syndra.

  We trust you and will continue to stay here.

  5,000 years ago, the third time I advised you to give up Suramar, the addiction has begun to manifest, and we must turn to the druids to eliminate this threat before it fully erupts.

  You said you saw the druids, led by Fandral Staghelm, act foolishly and expand blindly throughout the world, disturbing the prehistoric darkness.

   This matter was serious, so we passed up another chance.

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

  That's when you showed us the time segment you saw where the Kaldorei and the dragons fought the dreaded Qiraji on Kalimdor, and they nearly lost.

   If our people had entered Mount Hyjal at that time, they would probably have been sacrificed.

   You made a lot of sense, you persuaded everyone.

Then

  We have stayed in this enchantment until now, and we have saved ourselves in many crises, but we have also made magic addiction the origin of the entire Shaldorei.

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

   The great astrologer leaned on his cane and said softly:

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

  You no longer act according to your will after the fearful people walk out of this purple light curtain.

  You too have the same terrible addiction as the people.

   But not magic, but power.

   You are also terminally ill.

   You know, when that pirate attacked the city, I could have been there, but I let him make a fuss and leave, I thought it was time, Elisande, my friend.

   You have used the "danger" of the future as an excuse several times to persuade us to hide at home, but now, you have lost the ability to predict danger, and we will face a world with an uncertain future.

   A wise mage like you knows everything.

  You just can't give up what you have, 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 Shaldorei, humiliated Suramar, humiliated the Nightborne, this is an arrogant and terrible sin!

   Take this to open the city!

   Announcing the return of Shaldorei to the world.

   Send a bounty to the whole world for the heads of that pirate and all his minions! Through this humiliation and revenge, let this sea and this sky know of our existence.

   The era of closure, it's time to end. "

   (end of this chapter)