"...Okay, I understand. Thank you for coming all the way to tell me the news." Maiev, who was sitting on the saddle of the Night Saber, saluted coldly.

"As for what happened just now, Miss Maiev, I don't want you to misunderstand..."

"There is nothing to misunderstand, sir. I said, you don't have to explain anything. And...why do you need to explain?"

Maiev, who was caressing the night saber's neck, interrupted Angmar with an extremely indifferent tone. After speaking, without waiting for Angmar's reply, she bowed slightly and turned the night saber in the direction of Suramar City.

Yes, why am I so eager to explain...

Angmar suddenly calmed down and stood there stunned for a long time. Thinking of his rude performance of dragging Padridge around the city after learning about this incident, he felt irritated for no reason and raised his hands.

I rubbed it on my face again and again.

On the path illuminated by the moonlight, staring at Maiev who was drifting away, Angmar's mind once again recalled the look on Maiev's face a few days ago when she was distributing candies to the orphans in the Morrowind Village Orphanage.

Overflowing with happy smile.

Twenty-four years ago, the same smile appeared on Leah's face...

The former mage Anselon, who is determined to promote popular education in magic so that civilian apprentices from poor families can rewrite their own destiny, and his adopted daughter Leah, went to the Silvermoon City Orphanage to adopt a child who was much more mature than her peers.

A much more stable child.

On the adoption day, Anselon stood at the door of the orphan dormitory in Silvermoon City, blocking most of the sunlight coming in from the door. Leah, who was squatting in front of Angmar who was making the bed, was hit by a ray of sunlight on her face.

Bright.

"Your name is Angmar Morningstar? What a good name. Can you follow my sister from now on? Just smile. Here, I'll give you some candy."

Facing the candy that was handed to him, Angmar, who looked like a six or seven-year-old child but had a mature mind, forced himself to act like a child. He took the candy, peeled off the wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, and then nodded innocently.

A smile immediately appeared on Leia's face, and then she reached out and hugged him. This smile that lit up the dark dormitory continued throughout Angmar's time-travel life.

Just like Maiev that day...

Seeing Maiev give a soft drink, she clamped her legs together, causing the night saber to run, and soon it disappeared from sight. Angmar only felt lost, as if something important in his heart had been lost to this beast.

He took it away. Then he remembered that after learning that the misunderstanding had occurred, he subconsciously ran around the city and was seen by outsiders. His mood became even more confusing and he became irritable for no reason.

, opened his hands and rubbed his face several times.

"What's wrong with me……"

After a while, Angmar took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. His expression slowly returned to indifference. He cleared up his expression and said to the shade of the tree behind him:

"Master Padrich, we can now talk about the magic tree."

Behind the shade of the tree, Padrich saw everything in his eyes. The joking smile on his face had long since disappeared. He sighed deeply, stood up and brushed off the dirt leaves on his robe, walked out and said seriously:

"It is too difficult to cultivate the Arkando Magic Tree. There are only a few tree species preserved in the hands of the Parliament. Speaker Lloyd cannot agree to your request, but he guarantees that if you can cure the fourth seedling, this tree will bear fruit in the future.

The seeds will be yours."

Angmar nodded as expected, and soon opened a portal leading to Suramar City.

"Come on, take me to see that seedling."

Padrich wisely remained silent, and neither of them mentioned what had just happened, and walked into the portal one after another.

…

The Arkandor Magic Tree is the miracle tree of Suramar City. It embodies the countless efforts of three generations of magisters in Suramar City.

A hundred years ago, the emergence of the Arkandor Magic Tree caused a sensation throughout the empire. The magisters of Suramar City actually succeeded in using arcane magic to change the life form of the ancient tree species. After many selections and breedings, they finally cultivated it into

Miracle trees.

Although the Arkando Magic Tree looks like a tree, with roots, trunks, branches, and leaves, its essence is completely different from trees in nature. It is an arcane life form.

It can absorb arcane energy from the underground magic network with extremely high efficiency for use by mages. Over the past hundred years, three magic trees have been planted, which played a vital role in the rise of Suramar City.

Except for Zin Issalyn, the capital of the empire, which houses the entire Well of Eternity, no other city has such a special source of magic power. It is precisely with the help of the Arkandor magic tree that the many magic research institutions in Suramar City are at the forefront.

In a short period of time, it has become a top organization on par with Elre'Thalas, Farodis Court and Nathalas Academy.

It can be said that the Akandor magic tree helped Suramar City perfectly take advantage of being located at the magic network node in the eastern part of the empire. Without these magical trees, Suramar City would be nothing more than a transportation hub and a populous city in the eastern plains.

, will never have enough transcendent influence to influence the political situation in today's empire.

After decades of long preparations, three days ago, the well-prepared Council of Magisters finally planted the sapling of the fourth magic tree in the east of the city near the teleportation network circle.

They originally hoped that after the magic tree grew up, they would build around it and move all the magic research institutions in the city here. Because with the development of the city, uncontrollable magic has become more and more of a problem.

A big problem for urban residents is that once the experiment is in danger, the surrounding residents will be involved.

It's a pity that once the seedlings were planted, it caused a strong turbulence in the magic network, and the rolling magic flow almost destroyed the other three mature magic trees connected to it. If it weren't for Angmar's crystal, the accumulated knowledge accumulated over a hundred years would have been destroyed in three days.

All was lost before.

They had no choice but to cut off the energy supply of the sapling and set up numerous anti-magic positions around it to prevent this source of trouble from affecting the magic network of Suramar City again. They mobilized all mages to supervise and maintain it, and even sent instructors from major magic schools to

The teachers all gathered together to brainstorm and try to find out the cause of the energy imbalance.

However, the energy-draining array constructed using three magic trees was intact, the energy storage device was normal, and the operating parameters were all correct. No abnormalities could be seen. The magisters tried their best and failed to figure out what was going on.

What triggers energy imbalance.

In a few days, the seedlings of the Akando Magic Tree that had lost their nutrients had completely withered and were on the verge of death. If it weren't for the magisters, the three golden crystals of Angmar had exhausted their energy, but still retained a trace of the power of nature.

Placed in the magic circle, it maintained the shape of the sapling, but it might have turned into a ball of arcane dust and been annihilated by the wind.

No one can accept such a loss. Every magic tree species and every magic tree sapling is a priceless treasure of Suramar City.

When he came to the hills east of the city overlooking the planting site of the fourth magic tree sapling, Angmar was a little shocked by the formation in front of him.

Surrounding the magic tree sapling in the center, temporary camps extend into the distance. Hundreds of followers and servants walk through the camp, doing trivial tasks for their masters. A large number of freight vehicles are parked around the camp.

Boxes of mana crystals and magic materials are continuously transported to the center of the camp.

A very large circular magic circle with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters is located in the open space in the center of the camp. Hundreds of mages and their apprentices are busy inside, or adjusting spell parameters.

Or replace the energy supply crystal that has exhausted its energy...

Even in Quel'Thalas or Dalaran, Angmar rarely sees so many mages gathering together to deal with the same problem.

In the corner of the magic circle, the magisters who were in charge of related work were discussing something incessantly. From time to time they gave orders to their subordinates who came closer, and then continued to analyze the main problems plaguing Suramar City.

Under the leadership of Padrich, Angmar walked through the camp and arrived outside the magic circle.

Noticing his arrival, an old man with extraordinary bearing, old appearance, and a thicker beard than Padridge broke away from the discussion, walked over to him, nodded and said:

"Master Angmar, thank you for coming."

"This is Lord Lloyd, the Speaker of the Mage Governing Council - the Magister Council of Suramar City." After bowing to the visitor, Padrich introduced Angmar in time.

The old magister in front of him is one of the most powerful figures in the Kaldorei Empire, and one of the most powerful and legendary mages with the most extraordinary academic achievements, Lloyd.

Angmar smiled in return and turned his gaze to the half-dead saplings in the magic circle, "What's the situation now?"

Lloyd also forgot about the past with Angma, with a hint of regret in his eyes, and slowly shook his head, "We are already prepared to lose this seedling."

The small sapling is no more than one person tall and about the thickness of an adult's arm. It is more like a vine with hanging leaves than a sapling. It is planted in a circular spar jar. At this time, the head is drooping and a few sprouts are just sprouting from the top.

The roots and branches withered and danced in the wind as if they had no weight.

The crystal round altar may have also been impacted by energy in the original turmoil, and there were cracks everywhere. In order to avoid causing secondary damage to the saplings, the magisters could only use spells to solidify it hastily, and did not dare to repair it rashly.

"Master Angmar, these are the operating parameters of the magic circle ten minutes ago. Including the energy parameters of the magic network flowing here, and the concentration of arcane energy floating in the surrounding air..." Padrich found a report

, and handed it over to Angmar.

Angmar glanced at it briefly before returning it. It recorded in detail everything related to arcane energy around the sapling. Unfortunately, none of this was helpful in saving the sapling of the magic tree.
Chapter completed!