Angmar heard the words and followed him, looking around curiously as he walked.

It can be seen that Aegwynn is very happy here, at least he is self-sufficient. He grows his own vegetables, raises his own pigs, and there is a handwoven wicker chair outside the door and a small square table that is obviously made with tools rather than magic.

There are also some wooden sculptures placed above.

Except for the barrier that covers this place, everything has nothing to do with magic.

It is hard to imagine that the most powerful mage in Azeroth lived such an ordinary life in retirement in his later years.

"Crunch."

Aegwynn opened the door of the wooden house and turned around to look at Angmar. She has a rare height for human women, almost as tall as Angmar. Her face is full of wrinkles, the Sichuan-shaped lines between her eyebrows and the nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth.

She looked very majestic, with a pair of peaceful green eyes shining with the wisdom brought by experience, as if she had experienced too many storms in her life and had long been calm about anything.

Like Jaina who met Aegwynn by chance in the official history, Angmar was also very sure that Aegwynn must have been a heroic beauty when she was young.

"What's your name, blood elf?" Aegwynn asked.

It seems that she is not ignorant of what is happening in the outside world... Thinking of this, Angmar nodded respectfully and replied: "Angmar Morningstar, my dear lady."

When facing Aegwynn, no matter how high his status is, even Malfurion, who has lived for more than 10,000 years, or Anastarian, the former king of the blood elves, must respect him.

Because she is the most powerful mage in Azeroth. She has long reached a level that is beyond the reach of mortals and has touched the limits of the arcane field. Perhaps during her eight hundred years of life extended by magic, she made a mistake.

She made many mistakes, but her contribution to Azeroth is indelible.

In fact, the reason why she is so old now is because a year ago, the spell she used to stay young was reversely restored to the essential arcane energy.

Glass controlled Medivh's soul and resurrected it.

Otherwise she would never grow old.

"Come in, Angmar Morningstar," Aegwynn nodded and walked towards the house, "Don't be surprised, if I don't invite you like this, you will be torn to pieces by defensive magic when you enter - no matter what is inside your body,

How rich is the essence of the Sunwell."

Angmar secretly lamented that Aegwynn was indeed the most powerful mage in history, and his inseparable relationship with the Sunwell could be seen at a glance.

He followed Aegwynn into the hut.

The furnishings in the cabin are very simple, with a single bed covered with clean blankets, a bookshelf filled with books, a table for eating, and a few chairs. There is a hollow in the middle of the floor, surrounded by a circle of fire

There is a black raw stone, and a bubbling iron pot is sitting on the fire in the middle. I don't know what is cooking in the pot. The whole room is filled with the smell of meat, which greatly increases your appetite.

Aegwin pointed to the chair at the door, then walked to the pot and sat on the floor. He put the rest of the vegetables aside and began to tear the cabbage in his arms. After washing it in the basin, he put it into the pot.

Angmar suddenly realized that his previous judgment was wrong. Without the help of magic, cabbage would not be able to grow in the barren land of Durotar.

"How did you find this place?" Aegwynn scooped out a spoonful of broth, put it into his mouth to taste, then smiled with satisfaction, and sprinkled a pinch of spices into it.

"It was the prophet Medivh who guided me here." Angmar said the excuse he had thought of for a long time.

Aegwynn chuckled when he heard this, shook his head and said: "What a terrible lie, Mad would not do such a thing."

There was an attitude of conviction in his tone.

Angmar twisted his fingers in embarrassment. Seeing that Aegwynn was still concentrating on preparing the broth, with no intention of going into details, he relaxed and groped for a moment in the enchanted space bag, and took out a few pieces of precious cloth with elegant style;

Some plant seeds that asked Istaria to cast a growth-promoting spell, some will grow into a pleasant sea of ​​flowers after being planted; some are crop seeds from the Eastern Continent.

Some fresh fruits preserved by low-temperature spells - fruits only produced in Yongsong Forest, have been exported to the seven human countries, and are so famous that only nobles can afford them;

As well as some manuscripts of classical novels that can be used to pass the time. The most famous calligraphy master in Quel'Thalas worked hard to copy the manuscripts of classical novels. They are also hardcover. The cover is made of enchanted mithril, which is light and wear-resistant, and the pages are

The low-light enchantment is permanently solidified, enabling reading in a dark environment and protecting eyesight. The cost of each book is no less than a high-end staff.

"These are some gifts I brought to you, madam. I don't know if you like them or not." Angma said naively.

Since you are visiting someone's home and you have something to ask for, how can you come empty-handed?

It took a lot of thought to select these gifts. They were all chosen to bring fun to Aegwynn's secluded life, but were also very sophisticated and would make even the most picky of tastes unable to fault them. In Kalim

You will never find more.

After all, Aegwynn is already very old, and the power of the guardian has been passed on to Medivh. The remaining mana in his body has rapidly declined after losing his youth. It is no longer possible to travel between the continents like a young mage.

However, he also understood that no matter how good the gift was, it was only a foreign object and could not influence any of the former guardian's decisions.

But it is enough to beautify the first impression.

Seeing Aegwynn's eyes soften, Angmar knew that he was right.

What interested Aegwynn the most were obviously the seeds. After taking them, he held them in his hands and squinted at them. From time to time, he reached out and fiddled with them, "Oh, these are the seeds of the golden fragrant flower? What a careful young man, thank you, I

I really like your gift."

After putting away the cloth and putting the books on the shelves, Aegwynn returned his attention to the broth on the fire.

"So, Beloir is dead?" She suddenly said for no reason.

Angmar was stunned, and then realized that Aegwynn made his judgment based on the robe he was wearing, which originally belonged to the great mage Belovar.

He nodded.

"The Grand Magister died in the battle to defend Quel'Danas Island, killing hundreds of undead before dying."

"You have lost an excellent leader."

Regarding the High Elf Archmage who was thousands of years older than him, Aegwynn's tone was like commenting on the outstanding kid next door, and he did not take into account the feelings of the blood elf sitting in the room.

This is not just because of her aloof character. For a being like her, age has no meaning. She can use such a tone to evaluate any mortal in Azeroth.

"We lost a lot in this war, but the blood elves are just a microcosm of all the races in Azeroth. All living beings are now trembling under the dark clouds of demons..."

Angmar foreshadowed a few words and then said straight to the point: "Madam, I am going to go to the seal of Sargeras' incarnation and take out the Eye of Sargeras to use against Archimonde."

The hot soup that Aegwynn was sucking suddenly choked in her throat. She coughed a few times, turned around and scolded: "Nonsense! No non-demon creature can control that wild demon artifact! Where did you get it?

Do you know about the seal? Tell me!"

Aegwynn's figure disappeared suddenly, so fast that Angmar didn't even see it clearly. By the time he reacted, a small wand had been pressed against his throat, and all his magic power was blocked, and even the essence of the Sunwell could not be used.

An extremely terrifying magical aura slowly rose from Aegwin's body.

Angmar had cold sweat on his forehead. Ever since he entered the epic realm, with the essence of the Sunwell and the power of time at his side, he dared to fight face-to-face with even the top experts in the legend.

But Aegwynn completely eliminated the possibility of him resisting in an instant.

Moreover, Aegwynn has lost the power of the guardian and is already old...

this……

Is this Aegwynn’s strength? Far beyond the strength of top legends?

How strong would she have been in her prime?

Angmar felt that he had underestimated this guardian.

"Gulu."

Angmar's throat twitched, and his Adam's apple pushed the top of the wand downward. He suppressed the fear in his heart and pretended to be calm: "Madam, this is not important. The important thing is that this is the only way to compete.

Archimonde and the demonic army of the Burning Legion..."

"For countless years, the Titan Guardians have ignored everything that happened in Azeroth. The black dragon among the five-color dragon clan has long been corrupted. The blue dragon, green dragon and bronze dragon have other important matters. Only the red dragon is willing to fulfill them.

Our own responsibilities...but what's the use of relying on the red dragon alone? At this time, we can only save ourselves!"

"In order to weave a spell that can destroy Archimonde, I gathered all the top magicians in the clan and won the help of the most outstanding magic master in the red dragon... But no one knows demons better than you, and no one knows more about demons than you.

Knows how to use that demonic artifact better than you do...Azeroth needs you, honorable Aegwynn."

After speaking, although Aegwynn's eyes were still filled with doubts and anger, the wand unknowingly moved away from Angmar's neck.

Angmar opened his hands to show that he was not threatening, and slowly took out a small bottle from his arms. There was a small drop of dark-colored water at the bottom of the small bottle.

This is a small drop of well water that he specially dispensed from a vial containing water from the Well of Eternity.

"This is a drop of magic water from the Well of Eternity. You must be able to use it to restore your former grace..."

"Slick boy," Aegwynn interrupted with a frown, and stabbed Angmar's throat with the wand again, "Don't think I don't know that you still have a whole bottle of well water hidden in your arms. You clearly want to

Use it to power the Eye of Sargeras' spells!"

Angmar hurriedly shook his head and said: "Yes, but you should not grow old like this. World-destroying disasters will follow one after another. The world needs the Parliament of Tirisfal, and even more so a selfless and magnificent guardian like you!"

"

"Glib tongue!"

Having said that, Aegwynn still put away her hostility and started thinking.

Angmar knew that Aegwynn, who had once stood on the top of the mortal world, could understand that what he said was true if he thought about it for a moment. He was shocked and angry because he couldn't figure out how he knew where he hid in seclusion and the tomb of Sargeras.

One thing.

Angmar gestured toward the fire, and a ball of quicksand came out of his hand, wrapping the fire inside.

In the spherical space where the quicksand flows, the firewood burned rapidly, and soon it turned into black charcoal. The broth in the iron pot also bubbled many times faster. The soup quickly evaporated and reduced its juice, gradually turning from soup into

Stewed randomly, it turned into thick roasted meat...

Such a vision shocked Aegwynn to take a breath and turned back to look at Angmar in disbelief.
To be continued...