The night saber trotted forward, and the seven or eight cavalrymen remained on guard, surrounding the night saber mounted by Angmar in the center, and marched towards the military camp in this formation. During this period, Bylaeus kept asking questions and questions.

The detailed process of Angmar's rescue of Elisande.

Angmar only said that he passed by Zuldazar by chance and found that trolls were torturing some innocent young night elves, so he punished those villains and saved Elisande. Unfortunately, the others were already dying, and he

There is no way to save the day.

The more Byraeus heard, the more frightened he became. Although the trolls were completely at a disadvantage in the war, their combat power should not be underestimated. Zuldazar, the capital of the trolls, was heavily guarded. How could it be said that people were rescued from the inside?

Rescue?

He felt that it was necessary to report the matter about this foreigner to the royal advisor Ferguson, so he once again ordered one of his soldiers to rush back in advance to report.

Angmar had to say that the Nightsaber was very comfortable to ride, much better than the Velociraptor.

The saddle covered with tanned leather closely fits the curve of the hips and is much better than the rough troll-style saddle with rough materials.

Elisande was sitting sideways on the saddle, holding Angmar's waist. It was obvious that the little girl was very uneasy.

Although Angmar's eyes were covered by strips of cloth, he could still see clearly through arcane vision. After walking for about ten minutes, he finally walked out of the morning fog caused by the water vapor in the dense forests of the Inzandala Mountains.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

I saw a vast military camp composed of multiple camps with an incalculable number of tents, appearing on the great plain in front of me. The tall wooden sentry towers penetrated several kilometers away from the military camp and could detect the enemy immediately.

The movement. Groups of soldiers wearing exquisite armor were patrolling outside the military camp. It should be breakfast time, and smoke was rising from the military camp...

There was already a large group of soldiers, surrounded by a few night elves wearing luxurious clothes and arrogant expressions, waiting on the team's route.

The guy at the front of the team who seemed to have the highest status and was wearing gold and silver must be the "Royal Advisor Sir Ferguson" as Captain Byraeus called him.

"Lord Ferguson."

When they got close, Byraeus and others got off their mounts and respectfully saluted the leader.

Ferguson raised his head and "scanned" the soldiers kneeling on one knee with his nostrils. When his eyes passed Angmar, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his face showed an undisguised look of disgust.

At this time, Angmar patted Elisande in his arms and comforted him: "Go, don't be afraid."

Elisande nodded obediently, loosened his arm around Angmar's waist, got off his mount, walked to the front, and saluted Ferguson:

"Sir, I say hello to you."

Ferguson then looked away, a very decent smile appeared on his extremely delicate face, and asked:

"Then you are Elisande of Suramar, correct?"

Elisande nodded.

Ferguson waved to her, "Come here and stand next to me."

Elisander hesitated for two seconds after hearing this, and finally walked over. During this process, Ferguson's eyes kept flowing on her face. He should have kept her portrait in mind and was comparing it constantly.

When Elisander stood in front of her, Ferguson patted her shoulder very kindly. Looking at the scars all over her body, he pursed his lips slightly, and a look of concern that empathized with her appeared on his face.

There is no sense of disobedience at all, as if it is a true expression of true feelings, making people unable to feel any false elements.

Thinking of his career as a consultant, Angmar could only sigh with emotion. He had seen too many such people around Prince Kael'thas, ranging from princes and nobles to courtiers and attendants. Of course, there were many who served the country loyally, but

Everyone has 100% similar skills.

Ferguson doesn't really value Elisande. It's because Queen Azshara values ​​this vicious kidnapping. As the main person responsible for this matter, Ferguson must treat it seriously and do everything well before returning to work.

"Poor child... look at how injured you are. I feel sad about what happened to you and your friends." Royal Advisor Ferguson pinched Elisande's face, "I just posted the news of your rescue.

When I presented it to Her Majesty the Queen, Her Majesty strictly ordered me to take good care of you. Don't worry, don't be afraid, my child, you will be able to return to Suramar soon... Elune, I hope this experience

, will not cast a shadow on your young mind."

The ancient night elf empire was a glorious and prosperous magical civilization. Although magic was only a tool used by a few people to rule, and the civilian class had no chance to see it, under the influence of magic, all aspects of the life of the upper elf were deeply affected. From the convenient portal

Travel and real-time magical communication are not much worse than those of future generations, but at some advanced levels, they are not as good as those of future generations who have gone through thousands of years of research to innovate and become better than others.

Angmar knew that not long ago, royal advisor Ferguson used magic to communicate with Azshara.

"As for those trolls..."

Ferguson looked in the direction of the Zandalari Mountains, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

Angmar couldn't help but frown, because at that moment, he felt the magic power flowing under that perfect mask.

This Ferguson is also a mage with an epic level, and is even about to enter the legendary realm.

"Under the glory of Her Majesty the Queen, anyone who wants to harm her people must pay the price with blood!"

It is hard to imagine that a person who has been accompanying the Queen all year round and whose palace has long been unfathomable would actually speak such iron-blooded words and show such obvious emotions. The difference from before is that this time it is completely from the heart.

Angmar has a strange feeling.

No wonder the night elf commoners love Azshara so much.

Perhaps before Azshara's character changed and she began to live in seclusion in Azshara's palace, indifferent to her people, and was obsessed with the power that Sargeras was about to give to her to satisfy her ambitions...

It is a very happy thing to be a subject of the queen who led the night elves to glory.

"Captain Byraeus..."

After his anger subsided, Ferguson glanced at the cavalry captain who was still kneeling on the ground with a displeased expression, and then looked at Angmar, thinking to himself, hasn't this foreigner been sent away yet?

He looked at the blindfolded Angmar carefully. Angmar's very elegant clothes, meticulous hairstyle, and indifferent demeanor that had obviously seen big events somewhat diluted the contempt in his heart and made him feel...

A hint of curiosity.

Where did this white-skinned foreigner come from?

"Sir, please listen to my explanation..."

"My lord, please forgive my presumption. The child Elisande was too frightened. Ever since I rescued her, she has been unable to do without me during this journey. I had no choice but to send her away.

here."

Angmar spoke in a calm manner, interrupting the frightened Baraeus.

Ferguson quietly observed Angmar, and after a while, he waved to Captain Byraeus.

"Help your Excellency remove the blindfold... Your Excellency, please forgive the rude behavior of these soldiers. During the war, military deployments are the secrets of our family. But I can feel your nobility and sincerity. What should I call you?"

"

The words were sincere, but the apology was not so sincere.

If the Queen knew that Ferguson treated the foreigner who saved the only survivor of the Suramar incident in this way, she would definitely be displeased. Although the Queen also sneered at the vulgar foreigners, such behavior was always inappropriate.

Angmar allowed the cavalry to remove the useless blindfold, rode on the night saber, bowed slightly to Ferguson, and said with a smile:

"I come from a distant magical country and am a traveling mage who travels across the continent. You may call me Angmar Morningstar."

Ferguson curled his lips and instinctively responded with contempt.

Mage?

Do you dare to call yourself a mage in front of the night elves?

But Angmar's words and deeds made the well-informed Ferguson notice something strange. Looking at Kalimdor, which race does not know the greatness of the night elves, and can maintain such grace in front of the night elves?

The side proves that this person is extraordinary.

Thinking this, Ferguson smiled and said:

"Your Excellency Angmar, on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen of our clan, I would like to express my gratitude to you for your righteous deeds. The Queen specially ordered me to meet all your requests to express my gratitude. I wonder what you want?"

The second half was entirely added by Ferguson on the spot.

Angmar shook his head.

"Money, treasures...all the things in this world are like things outside my body. Saving this child is just a matter of effort. I often hear about the splendor of the noble race's arcane ways. I only hope to be lucky enough to witness it all in person. I wonder if your Excellency will be satisfied."

This little wish of mine?”

With little effort...

Ferguson tasted this word, and what the other party said was really an understatement. Thinking of Bylaeus's second report, if rescuing people from the heavily guarded Zuldasari can be considered an easy task, then what else can be considered difficult?

After watching for a long time and using some magic to spy secretly, Ferguson discovered that Angmar was not lying at all.

He silently recited a visiting spell, and after just looking at it for two seconds, his eyes widened and he almost lost his composure.

In the body of this foreigner named Angmar, he felt an extremely majestic magic power, golden and bright, similar to the Well of Eternity, but completely different!

Elune on top!

Ferguson wanted to be shocked on the spot.

Because after some estimation, he discovered that even Mr. Harveys, whom the Queen trusted most, was not as good as the white-skinned foreigner in front of him.

Where did he come from?

As his mind raced, Ferguson was no longer just looking up to Angmar. He turned sideways, pointed in the direction of the military camp with one hand, and nodded:

"Of course, the Queen will definitely be happy for the arrival of a magic master like you. Please come with me. If you are willing to share with us what you saw in Zuldazar as information for us to understand the trolls, then

That’s even better.”

After saying that, he smiled and lowered his head, as if coaxing a child, and said to little Elisande:
Chapter completed!