Norton joined the group of magicians by nepotism, and was also a conservative aristocratic person. He was somewhat uneasy in the face of the dozen mages present. Amid everyone's questioning eyes, he hurriedly stood up and said what he had said to Angma again. It was nothing more than showing loyalty and vowing to contribute to the rectification of the situation...

"snort."

"Extremely hypocritical!"

The mages who have gained status by their true talents and knowledge will naturally not be polite to him. This is even more so with the hot temper of Eminil, who sarcastically mercilessly.

"Don't pretend to be hypocritical anymore. Tell me, what's going on."

Norton laughed awkwardly and explained: "The Lankong family did dominate the early search and rescue work against His Highness the Prince. We later found the dying Lord Candyrius in the coastal areas of Hillsbrad Hills. He claimed that he knew the truth about His Highness the Prince's disappearance and that His Highness was not dead. But as soon as we brought him back to the stronghold north of Tarenmere, the Shattered Clouds family took over the search and rescue work and took away Lord Candyrius. The family's spies claimed that they seemed to have taken Lord Candyrius back to Silver Moon City and imprisoned them, and locked up in the basement of Silver Moon City Magic Academy."

Eminelle browsed: “When did it happen?”

"Two days ago."

"This news..." Like a colleague who had heard the same words, Eminelle narrowed her eyes and emitted a very dangerous light. She asked word by word: "Why didn't you say it?"

Norton wiped off the sweat from his forehead and did not dare to answer the conversation.

Fortunately, Eminelle didn't care about these details and instead discussed the authenticity of the information with others.

"He has said the same thing nine times. I have been using spells to detect his external signs and symptoms. The signs such as heartbeat, body temperature and other symptoms are very unified, and there is no obvious fluctuation. If he is not a master of lying, he should... he has not lie." said Landra Morning Walker, who has been guarding it since Dafeng Village was recovered. She is also a female demon instructor.

Everyone glanced at Norton, who immediately shrank his neck and broke out in cold sweat.

After a moment of discussion, the issue quickly gained consensus.

Angma listened quietly to their discussion. These people were the top magic masters of the Blood Elves. Their strong strength and profound magic attainments were second. The most worthy thing for them to learn was their logical and meticulous thinking ability.

Except for Norton, a titular magician, there is no mediocre person left to join this list.

As the discussion came to an end, Anwina finally put away her secret exploration spell and nodded to Angma.

There is no demon or a magician controlled by the demon in the temple.

Angma breathed a sigh of relief, and directly escaped from the cover of the invisible spell and appeared in front of everyone.

Suddenly, several of the magicians almost cast a spell to attack him.

The mages present were all responsible for the operation of the magic temple or accompanied the army. When celebrating the grand ceremony and Angma's inauguration ceremony earlier, many people failed to return in time. They only heard that Angma sat in the position of the three-seat mage, but did not know his appearance.

Eminelle was one of them. Seeing Angma wearing a special robe with three mats, her expression immediately became exciting. She stared at him with unbridled large amounts of unscrupulous appearance, and her unconcealed appearance almost pulled Angma in front of her to see her.

Carlyle introduced: "This is the three-seat magician, Lord Angma Morningstar."

"Oh, I'm pretty young." Eminelle curled her lips.

I have to say that this is somewhat awkward.

Those who can become mages are all arrogant people. Even if they work together intimately, except for the fallen mage Beloval, they are often dissatisfied with each other, let alone a young boy who is not familiar with whom they have been airborne three positions.

Carlyle slightly turned to Angma, showing helplessness and guilt. Angma returned with a soothing smile. For humans, youth may be one of the most important capitals in life. But for the long-lasting blood elves, it will only be a shortcoming.

The most inconspicuous cloth vendors on the street may be craftsmen who have been weaving for hundreds of years. Even if they don’t understand advanced skills, their basic skills have reached a terrifying level after years of continuous practice. In human society, they are the top skilled crafts that everyone is rushing to seek. This is also the main reason why blood elves sneer at rough human products.

In any field in Quel'thalas, when people hear a newcomer, their first reaction is, okay, practice for a hundred or ten years before talking about the next thing.

It is even more exaggerated to put it in a special group like the magician. Unless you have been well versed in the secret method for many years, no one will recognize a young man who is just starting out.

Young is the most criticized thing about Angma. He has been with the prince for so long. However, all those who despise him on this ground will eventually turn to praise - "It's really hard to believe that you are so young."

"The only thing I worry about now is that Quellintis and Norton can find the problem, how could they not find it? If the news was not sent back, would it have encountered some accident?" The mages quickly recovered from their curiosity and began to discuss the original topic again.

Eminelle lowered her head, and a thoughtful look appeared on her delicate face. After a moment, she looked up and said, "There are four people in Quellintis, all of whom are the same epic mages as us. The Shattered Clouds family has no power to control them. Compared to this, I am more worried about whether they have betrayed us."

With a word, the whole audience was silent.

Although Angma was also curious about this question, what happened to the search and rescue stronghold north of Tarenmere? After the mages such as Quellintis knew the news, it was impossible for the Shattered Cloud family to capture the only person who knew the truth about the prince's disappearance. But there are more important things waiting to be revealed at the moment, "Everyone, Silver Moon City is..."

A magician interrupted him very ruthlessly: "The conservative nobles have violated our bottom line. We were able to tolerate it in the past, but now we can no longer indulge them in a way that is unreasonable."

"No matter what, contact the military first. We must completely control the situation before the conservative nobles cause even greater trouble."

"I heard that the undead south of the Alandal River is ready to move. I hope this has nothing to do with the brainless act of the Silver Moon Council digging its own grave."

"Well, end this matter as soon as possible, and we can return to our posts as soon as possible. The Northern Temple cannot do without people. My apprentices will not even build a strong energy-guided position after leaving me..."

Everyone suggested that they clearly set their respective tasks, but no one cared about Angma in the corner.

The mage Carlyle quietly waited for Angma's words. With his prestige, it was not impossible to bring the focus of the conversation back to Angma, but he understood that for these arrogant mages, there were some things that Angma had to do by himself.

"Everyone!" No matter how well Angma was in cultivation, she couldn't help but feel a little angry at this time. She slapped the table with her hands. The entire magnificent Temple of Sun Well was shocked. The sacred tree was automatically blown out with no wind, and the magic power flow in the hall suddenly became chaotic. The documents were blown away by the sudden surging wind and scattered all over the floor.

The discussion came to an abrupt end, and the mages looked at Angma in some shock.

This is the Sun Well Temple with countless magical power reinforcement and extremely stable magic flow. How could someone trigger such an amazing phenomenon here?

"Silver Moon City is controlled by the demon! Just an hour ago, they began to use some kind of spell to deceive all the residents of the city. I have sufficient reason to suspect that the conservative nobles were also exploited by them!"

"Impossible! I came from Silver Moon City, everything is fine there." This huge bad news immediately restored a group of magicians from the shock, one of them said in disbelief.

"So this is a carefully planned attack. The demon used his clever techniques to blind your eyes." Angma said with a cold face.

The mage wanted to refute, but looking at Angma who was furious, he swallowed the words back. Suddenly he was stunned, as if he realized something, "It seems that something is wrong..."

At this moment, the sound of messy footsteps came from outside, and a blood elf dressed in a messed-up suit staggered in from outside.

"Vincent, why do you look like this? What happened?"

Several large holes were cut on the robe of the magician Vincent Blood Eagle, and he looked exhausted, holding the arched door frame and said in a angrily manner: "The Elendal River Defense Line... was attacked, attacked..."

thump.

After saying that, he fell to the ground and was unconscious.

Angma's heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked.

Silver Moon City must not be lost!

After checking Vincent's injury, he confirmed that he was only moderate injuring, Angma whispered loudly to attract the attention of all the mages.

"Master Carlyle, please contact the garrison on Queldanas Island quickly and ask them to dispatch troops here. Adjust the temple's energy guide array and be ready to transport troops to Silver Moon City at any time!"

"Sir Itonis, please contact Faserin Academy on Zhuri Island. There are a large number of mage apprentices in training. I will ask Master Carlyle to guarantee the energy supply to the Tower of the Sun, which is enough for you to open a giant portal to rush to Silver Moon City..."

"Ms. Landra, please inform the military stationed in the Arendal River and make sure to send it to the Ranger General Lothama himself - by the way, Ms. Leaderine, the leader of the Blood Knight. Please beware of the undead in the south at all times! Lord Itonis, you are right. The undead is ready to move and the usurpation of power with the Silver Moon Council, which may not be two separate events."

"Everyone, this matter is very likely an attack planned by the Burning Legion. We don't have time to confirm it repeatedly, and we must be prepared for it immediately!"

After Sylvanas was killed, the former Ranger Lord Rothema Theron took over as Ranger General and commanded all Ranger troops of the Blood Elves. Rothema's former deputy, Hadurun Mingyi, filled his vacancy.

The same is true in official history. After the prince appointed Rothema as the regent before he went south, Hadurun became the Ranger General of Quel'thalas.

Angma is not sure yet, but since this sudden incident involves "necromancer" and "fel power", only these people can truly trust.

"The rest of them acted as planned, and I must find out if the real situation of Silver Moon City is as Lord Vincent said."

After saying that, Angma was about to launch the teleportation spell.

One-sided words alone are not enough to grasp the situation. He is now like a blind man and his eyes are dark, and he can no longer suppress his growing anxiety. Intuition tells him that the blood elves are facing the second unprecedented crisis since the Battle of Defense of the Kingdom.

The mages quickly discussed the details of the communication methods and other details, and then quickly started their actions, and soon they left.

There were only three or four mages left in the Temple of the Well of the Sun, and the mage assistant who was originally assigned to Angma.

Angma felt a little relieved. Just as he was about to launch the teleportation spell, the magician Eminelle who stayed for the last time stood beside him.

"I'll go with you. Try not to hold me back, I don't have the heart to protect you."

Eminelle's palm began to glow blue. She signaled to Norton Lankong who was standing in the corner and asked, "Are you planning to leave this guy here?"

"Look at him." Angma couldn't help but look at Norton Lankong, whose presence was getting lower and lower. When he found that the latter was still obedient, he said to Carlyle. The old Carlyle was not suitable for participating in the war, so he was naturally the best candidate to take care of Norton.

"See you in Silver Moon City." He nodded to Anwena again, and then disappeared into the glory of the teleportation spell.
Chapter completed!