The city of Suramar was once called the "Pearl of Azshara". This city can be called the master of the elven empire civilization in terms of architectural style and cultural landscape. This city is shrouded in a purple magic shield.
The light is not strong, and the sunlight distorted by the shield scatters over the city, making it look like it has been shrouded in night. The magic lights everywhere in the city add a unique beauty to the city.
It's like a quiet city embraced by stars.
It can be said that if we judge it solely from the appearance of the city, Suramar City is definitely one of the most beautiful cities in Azeroth.
For the past 10,000 years, this city has been ruled by Queen Azshara's Grand Magister, Lady Elisande. In fact, for more than a thousand years before the War of the Ancients, Lady Elisande was
Already the manager of Suramar.
This great magister did not join the resistance or Queen Azshara's side in the War of the Ancients. Her attitude was ambiguous. It was more like staying on the sidelines, waiting for the final change of things, and after realizing that eternity
On the eve of the Well's impending explosion, the Grand Magister summoned all the city's outstanding magic users, used the Eye of Aman'Thul to create the prototype of the Night Well, and drew magic with the power of time from it, covering the entire city.
Got up.
This wise and wise decision saved the entire city from the explosion. It can be said that Ms. Elisande saved hundreds of thousands of elves in Suramar with her own decision.
Unfortunately, time will always change many things. The former savior has also become a dictatorial tyrant under the passage of time. Because the magic shield has been raised for ten thousand years, this has resulted in the city being unable to produce anything at all.
There are enough resources for the people. In desperation, these elves who call themselves the Children of the Night developed a very powerful technology.
They began to consume magic power directly, or "drink" it.
The elves of Suramar used magic power as the most important material to brew a thing called magic wine. One sip can guarantee the nutrition the children of the night need for a day. The consequences of drinking magic wine for thousands of years are these nights.
The demonic addiction in the children's elves even exceeds that of the high elves in Quel'Thalas. If they don't drink magic wine for a day, they will become weak, and if they don't drink for a few days, they will transform into the withered form.
That's a kind of walking dead similar to the Heartless Ones in Quel'Thalas.
The Nightborne do not eat anything else. They evolve over time into a unique being or monster that lives on pure magic.
The Grand Magister Elisande is in charge of the Night Well, which continuously generates magic power. She relies on this method to rule the city, but the origin of that well is the Eye of Aman'Thul, one of the Pillars of Creation. This thing has
The ability to manipulate time, after being infiltrated with this power for ten thousand years, the power of the Grand Mage has also fundamentally changed.
She is not a prophet, but she can use the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul to enter the future and observe the future.
Therefore, after the demons of the Burning Legion appeared in the city of Suramar, the Grand Magister offered no resistance at all and surrendered the entire city. Among the countless destructive futures she saw, this was the only one that could guarantee Suramar.
Rama's last breath.
In other words, the great mage Elisande, who has the power to make demons feel fear, is actually a person who believes in fate and follows it.
Now, when Cassanatir and other Dread Lords hosted a banquet to entertain the "messengers" the Eredar twins who came from afar, the Grand Magister himself sat reservedly on the round table very close to the banquet.
Wearing magic robes in the style of the Elf Empire and wearing a blue crown, the noble leader of the Nightborne held a book of magic wine in an elegant manner. She looked with interest at the Eredar twins who were confronting the Dread Lord.
In the palace of Queen Azshara, Elisande had witnessed countless political turmoils, and the fact that she was entrusted by the queen to manage the entire Suramar also illustrates Elisande's political ability.
The contradiction between the two can be felt in the twins' eyes and Cassanatier's arrogant and exposed posture.
"interesting"
The Grand Magister put the delicate crystal cup to her mouth and tasted the slightly sour light blue liquid. She felt the magic contained in the magic wine. She said to her confidants:
"The demons think they are full of confidence, but in fact, the struggles within this complex group are no less than those of us who are regarded as low-level creatures by them. Cassanatil and his fear demons keep saying that they are loyal to
The Dark Titan, but you see, they're not even willing to allow the power of another servant of the Dark Titan into the world."
Sitting next to the Grand Magister is a male Night Child, who looks like a powerful spell caster. His expression is indifferent and he doesn't care about everything happening in the outside world. He seems to have been immersed in his own world, and in
When he raised his head, the light shining in his eyes was like the shining stars in the sky.
This is the great astrologer of Suramar. Even during the period of Queen Azshara, this astrologer was the number one person in the field of astrology in the Elf Empire.
His name is Aitaeus, an awesome man who can see the prosperity and prosperity of all things from the evolution of stars.
The Grand Magister's emotion did not disturb Etaeus' interest in tasting the wine. After taking a sip of the magic wine, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then whispered to Elisande beside him:
"The stars changed last night."
"Um?"
The Grand Mage's cheeks were somewhat similar to those of the night elves, but their skin tone was darker. She looked at the Grand Astromancer and asked:
"What did you interpret from it?"
"That's a very obscure star sign, I've never seen it before."
The astrologer shook his head, closed his eyes, and said as if dreaming:
"The array of stars seems to indicate to me a completely different future. I once thought that the stars filled with evil energy were the end of the universe, but the stars last night overturned my understanding. Maybe, maybe
The rule of the devil is not the only future, and perhaps it seems a bit too reckless for us to entrust everything to the devil."
The Astromancer's words made the Grand Mage silent for a moment. She put down the magic wine in her hand, stroked her silky hair with her hands, and said softly:
"The Eye of Aman'Thul allowed me to see the future. However, the future has become chaotic. Aitaus, maybe you are right. We cannot put everything on the devil, not to mention these two.
For many years, the actions of these Nasrezim have been somewhat confusing to people."
Elisande frowned, she looked at Cassanatir not far away, and said to herself:
"Regardless of losses and casualties, we only need 2 months to completely separate the Eye of Aman'Thul from the Night Well, but now it has been 2 years and we have been delaying this operation, from the hidden
To delay it openly, but the problem is, those demons don't care, and I can even feel that they are letting us delay this action that is very important to them."
"But why? Is there something dirty behind this incident that we haven't seen?"
The Grand Magister's brows furrowed high at this moment. She suddenly felt that the future that had no secrets for her became complicated and confusing at this moment, like a maze with no exit in sight. They
The chess pieces in these mazes can only move bit by bit under the impetus of a certain will, and they cannot control themselves at all.
This is really sad!
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"How pathetic!"
The first lord of the Dread Lord, Cassanatil, stretched out his hand, and a discerning high-level succubus lady immediately poured a glass of evil wine for the lord. This satisfied Cassanatil, who squinted his eyes.
Looking at the angry but helpless eredar twins in front of them, the two high-level demons whom Kil'jaeden trusted were powerful, but without the first mover, as long as they still had sense, they would not attack Sura.
Face to face with Cassanatir in Ma City.
"Kil'jaeden sent you to 'assist' me?"
Cassanatil snorted coldly:
"What? Does it not trust me? Does it doubt our loyalty to the Dark Titan? We don't need your help. You two big-chested and brainless girls, look at what you did in Marton. Frankly speaking,
I don't think you two are suitable for action in Azeroth."
The first leader of the Dread Lord opened his hands, and with the attitude of a veteran and an elder, he taught life experience to Queen Saloras and the high-level warlock Oreses in front of him. He said in a deep voice:
"Azeroth is a weird world, a world where dangers and opportunities coexist. Maybe you can boast in front of me and say how many worlds you have destroyed and how many bastards you have killed in any damn star sector.
, but I want to tell you that your so-called qualifications are worthless in this world!"
"You want to stay and "help" me?"
Cassanatir drank the evil wine in his hand and said disdainfully:
"To be honest, I don't need two girls who can only cause trouble, but you see, I don't want to make my "good relationship" with Kil'jaeden worse, so I can barely give you a chance!
A chance to prove myself”
"That's enough!"
Under the gaze of the mortal natives of Azeroth, the proud eredar twins stood in the banquet and were ridiculed by Cassanatir one after another. They looked as if they had been stripped naked and hung on the city wall.
Just like the public display, the extreme humiliation made the two high-level demons unbearable, and just when Kasana Tier showed that he could give them a chance to "prove themselves", the anger in the hearts of the Eredar twins could no longer be tolerated.
It's unbearable.
Who does this stupid, arrogant Dreadlord think he is?
The high-level warlock Oreses, who controlled the flames and had a worse temper, interrupted Cassanatir's chatter. The high-level demon with flame-like skin crossed her arms and looked at her with disdain.
Seeing the pretentious Kasanatir in front of her, she wanted to make some bitter sarcasm, but the Geminis were not really big-hearted and brainless after all. It was obvious that Suramar City was already the home base of these Nasrezim.
, so no matter what they want to do, they must leave here first
You must first find a way to stabilize this group of lawless Dreadlords, and then communicate with your mentor. The real situation in Azeroth is far from what is described in the battle report. The fraudsters who are sitting firmly on Argus have been deceived by their subordinates.
But the twins believe that their mentor will not just sit back and wait for death.
"Enough! What's the use of saying so many meaningless things?"
Olaise crossed her arms. This action made her already plump breasts even more amazing. She looked at the Dread Lord in front of her and said loudly:
"Tell me! What do you want us to do?"
Beside her, the shadow lady Queen Salolas, who was connected to her, also made the same move. She looked at the surrounding scene indifferently and said:
"Everyone serves the Dark Titan, and the purpose of the Burning Legion has always been clear. However, if guys like you want to see the strength of my sister and I, then we can also take time to play with you. Although in my case
It seems that this is meaningless!”
The retorts of the eredar twins made Cassanatir's expression become more gloomy. His fingers were beating on his skull cane, and a vague murderous intention flowed in his eyes, but in the end, he restrained the killing in his heart.
Desire, he said seriously:
"We have collected four of the five Pillars of Creation in Azeroth. The last remaining piece seems to us as easy as picking it up, but the deceiver sent you not just to watch us complete it.
Since you also want to participate in the mission of the Dark Titan, the generous Nasrezim Terror Council will be happy to hand over the collection of the last Pillar of Creation to you!"
"Go to Stormheim, where that incompetent bastard Mephistros is in charge of recovering the Shield of Aggramar. That incompetent waste has been wasting 2 years without any results, and he doesn't even dare to come back to see me.
, it is truly a disgrace to Nathrezim!”
Cassanatil flicked his fingers, as if flicking away a meaningless piece of dust:
"I hope you two little girls can bring us good news. Go do what you should do. Don't bother us if you have nothing to do. The work in Suramar City is very busy and important, Kilgar
Dan cannot understand this importance, just like you two naive girls, he actually knows nothing about the cruel truth of this weird world!"
"But that's okay. He'll know all about it one day."
There was a trace of undisguised sarcasm on the gloomy face of the Dread Lord:
"The fraudster has high hopes for you two, don't let him down!"
