Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 330 39. Elf Orthodox Suramar, Ridiculous Kaldorei

   On the Night Spring Fortress, the Great Magister was silent.

   She listened carefully to the persuasion of the second most powerful spellcaster in Suramar City, and listened to him criticize the choices she had made in the past 10,000 years. Obviously, the great astrologer Aitaus did not think that being closed was a good thing.

   He is taking this opportunity to ask the Great Magister to end his 10,000-year isolation. In the past, this request could be easily evaded. After all, he could not ask a prophet to ignore future threats.

   But now, after Elisande himself admitted that he had lost the ability to see into the future, what the great astrologer said made sense.

   After the big astrologer finished speaking, Elisande's purple face was calm, but the delicate owl relief he was holding in his hand was broken.

   represents her uneasy mood.

   It was probably because of the insecurity in her heart that the mysterious arcane insignia on the magic pendant on the top of her head, waist and abdomen, and bare feet all jumped. It was only then that the figure of the great magus shrouded in magic power could be clearly seen.

   Especially her outfit.

   In addition to the very cumbersome, golden magister's crown like a crown, the clothes on the ruler of the city of Suramar can be called "cool"

  The red cloth bodice blends with the golden shoulder armor, the slender and smooth waist is connected to the hem of the caster's war skirt with a belt, and the two long, smooth legs are unobstructed, and the spring light leaks during the walk.

   And there are golden magic anklets on the bare feet.

   This set was the most popular style during the elven empire ten thousand years ago, no wonder the elven bards of Quel'Thalas always say that the taste of the Highborne is indescribable.

   is not bad-looking.

   is just too. Disrespectful.

   If you dare to wear this clothes and go out and walk around Dalaran, it is estimated that the human mages in the whole city will riot.

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

  Come here, come in with me, and I will explain to you the rules of spellcasters.

   Well, the dress of the great mages, at least for human mages, is very frivolous, and even belongs to the category of **** clothes. But the Nightborne didn't think there was anything wrong with them.

  10,000 years ago, that's what they wore.

   Queen Azshara occasionally gets interested, and she wears a more "vulgar" robe to visit her city like this, and I haven't seen any elf aristocrat scolding Her Majesty for being shameless, right?

   This is the cultural difference.

   A human mage with a history of less than 3,000 years is not qualified to chat in front of the elder sister Elisande who has lived for more than 10,000 years?

   Step aside.

   In the corridor outside the Fountain of Darkness Hall, the Great Magister's silence lasted for ten minutes, and the Great 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 battle skirt swaying in the wind at the back of her waist.

she says:

   "Suramar City can be opened, and the magical barrier can be withdrawn.

  The people who are allowed to leave can also leave, but before mass release, we must first send observation envoys to various places in Azeroth to collect information.

   We must be accountable to our people.

   Their magic addiction is too serious, leaving the nourishment of the night well, they will soon be transformed into withered, and they must start from now on large-scale production of crystallized magic as a strategic resource.

   There is also the Moon Fortress. We must invite the Moon Guards into the city, and we must reach an agreement with their leaders. Their magic addiction is not serious.

  In the initial communication with the outside world, they are our trusted pioneers and allies. "

"Um."

   The great astrologers did not object to these orders.

   He knew that Elisande's ability was very outstanding, and there would be no problem for her to arrange these things, and Lord Aetaus was worried about another thing.

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

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

   Elisande said coldly:

   "We, the Shaldorei, are the most orthodox successors of the glorious empire established by Queen Azshara, and the night elves are just a bunch of country bumpkins who have tarnished the glorious history of elves!

   They gave up the glory of the empire, hid in the forest, lived on the trees, picked wild fruits to eat, and decorated themselves with bark and grass.

   Pretend to be piety, but keep waging wars on Kalimdor. They are already as savage as the trolls in the forest, they don't deserve to call themselves elves! "

   These bitter and mean words made the great astrologer hesitate for a while.

   But after thinking for a few seconds, Aitaus nodded in agreement. He seemed to think that Elisander's evaluation of the Kaldorei was not a problem.

   It seems that these children of the night have not only inherited the system and way of life of the elf empire, but also inherited the arrogance of the high elves in the legend.

   "But we need allies."

  The great astrologer said very pragmatically:

   "Shaldorei are not afraid of challenges, but to spread our influence into the world today, we need friendship with our fellow men.

  I remember that Dath'Remar Sunstrider tried to contact us 6,800 years ago when he took his people to break with the night elves.

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

  Quel'dorei inherited the magical power of the Elven Empire like us, maybe, we can join them"

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

  The Great Magister raised her arms. This action made the two objects on her chest even bigger.

   She commented in a sarcastic tone:

   "The so-called Quel'dorei are nothing more than a group of upstarts adored by monkeys.

   I saw in the flow of time that they built Sunwells in their own country, imitating our nightwells, with the help of the eternal gift hidden from Dath'Remar.

   But that was just a poor creature.

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

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

   Even the forest trolls could not be defeated, and in turn lost so many populations in the war.

   A humiliating failure.

   The elves of Quel'Thalas have failed Dath'Remar Sunstrider's expectations, they are a disgrace to the elves!

   Of course, even so, they were far more degenerate than the kaldorei civilization that lived in the forest.

   We can send messengers. "

   Elisande said slowly:

   "If they are willing to join the kingdom of the Shaldorei and become vassals of the Nightborne, I can send our Arcanists to help them correct the horribly wrong design of the Sunwell.

   Let that bottle of water from the Well of Eternity poured into it really work.

   But if they don't accede to our request, then that sunwell will be our target.

  It's just a failed imitation though.

   But the magic power it exudes is strong enough to be comparable to the Nightwell, and it can become the best foothold for our tribe on that continent.

   As for Silvermoon City.

  The city modeled after Xin Azali was barely okay.

  Although it is far inferior to our Suramar, after 10,000 years of decline, how well can we expect those upstarts who have forgotten the great history to do well?

   Their so-called Reynolds Bandir Territory Guardian enchantment, in my opinion, is even more of a joke! Not even one-tenth of the subtlety of the magical barrier of Suramar City.

   is really low-energy work.

   Das Remar is a brilliant strategist, a fascinating commander, and unfortunately, too clumsy when it comes to magic. It only takes thirty high-level arcanists to completely destroy the enchantment of the Quel'dorei overnight. "

   "Are you going to start a war?"

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

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

   There may be some casualties, but it is worth it.

   But you rejected the Kaldorei, and you don't look down on Quel'dorei, Elisande, my friend, where is the ally you really want? "

   "Syndra!"

  The Great Magister confidently uttered a tongue-in-cheek elf vocabulary, and she said to her friend:

"I discovered the remnants of Syndra a long time ago when I was roaming the timeline. Those 'Secret Guardians' from the time of Queen Azshara, like us, have lived in their own cities for 10,000 years. .

  The city of Erethalas, once as glorious as Suramar, has been largely destroyed. Our poor fellow Highborne, we are not as lucky to have such a fetish as the Nightwell.

   They continued to decline for ten thousand years.

   Even in the thirst for magic, he used forbidden methods to maintain the inheritance.

   But their leader, Torsedrin, Prince of Magic, who studied magic in Suramar, is one of my friends.

   They, like us, are the legitimacy of the Elf Empire!

   We and the Syndra elves are born to stand together, what's more, as Queen Azshara's secret keeper, the Syndra elves have protected many of the Queen's magical relics during the shattering of the earth. "

   Elisande's narrowed purple eyes flashed a hint of slyness, she said:

"We will bring the Sindra elves trapped in decline to Suramar. The arrival of the nearly one million elves will strengthen our military, and the relics that come with them will make us possible in the future. advantage in the war.

   Even better, for the past 10,000 years, that nasty woman from Tyrande has 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 infuse the hostile hatred into the history of the Syndra Elves.

   As long as we get a little closer.

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

   "But to do this, we need a fleet that can go to sea."

  The Great Astrologer added:

   "Just using teleportation magic, it's impossible to take so many people away from Erethalas, and there are many sacred objects that can't be transported by teleportation."

   "Fleet and ships are indeed a big problem."

   Elisande nodded, she thought about it, and said:

   "In the time segment, I saw the scene of the upstart Quel'dorei building magic warships. Perhaps, we can requisition their ships."

   "What if they don't want to?"

   The astrologer said softly:

   "Val'sharah has a lot of blessed oak, and can't always rely on others. Perhaps, we should start building our own fleet."

   "Well, yes. We are trapped in the Broken Isles, and we really need a strong fleet to spread the might of the Elven Empire to the whole world.

  I remember some ships left by Ravencrest in the harbor of Black Rook Hold. "

  The Great Magister said regretfully:

   "Unfortunately, the allies of the elf empire, the panda people who also have a glorious past, have also closed themselves in their land. The monks under the emperor Shaohao and the dragon knights have left a deep impression on me to this day.

  Conquering the whole world is easy with the help of those lovely chubby chubby boys. "

   "There's one more thing you have to consider, Elisande."

   Etraus looked left and right, 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, 10,000 years later, we can still get some help from Her Majesty the Queen. "

   "Azshara"

   This name that should be forgotten, but is always mentioned, made the Grand Magister'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 we will have to pay a lot to seek her help.

   So put her aside for now.

   In addition, we urgently need high-level power, I will send Arcanists to Azsuna and break the Warden Vault! Free Illidan Stormrage and his demon hunters.

   Weak Tyrande dared not use this power.

   But I will give them a battlefield.

  The Dark Walker from 10,000 years ago will become the most powerful war vanguard of Shaldorei! "

   (end of this chapter)