Angmar clearly remembers the records of the Tol'vir in official history.

These Titan creations loyal to the Guardians are widely distributed in the north and south of the continent. The group of Tol'vir in the north have basically been defeated by the nerubians on the side of Azjol Nerub, that is, they have fled to the trolls.

The race evolved from the Aqirs in the frozen land of the north was almost wiped out under the attack. The captured people were basically transformed into the infamous "Obsidian Destroyer". Ten thousand years later, as the Lich King defeated the Spider

He was incorporated into the Demon Kingdom and became an important part of the Scourge Legion.

And the one who has always kept their mission in mind and guarded the Forge of Uldum's Origin...

During the Guardian Civil War thousands of years ago, Loken was worried that his betrayal would attract Raiden, who was missing in the far south. Since his power was far inferior to this powerful high-level Guardian, he made him his confidant.

Serious trouble.

So they sent creations to the southwest to search for Raiden. Although these fallen servants found nothing, they inadvertently transmitted the curse of flesh and blood to the Tol'vir clan guarding Uldum, causing them to lose their original form and become flesh and blood creatures.

But the To'vir from Uldum in front of him seems not to be affected by the Curse of Flesh at all. Is he one of the few To'vir who was lucky enough to escape this disaster?

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Tovel's long tail disappeared into the corridor.

With such skill, Dath'Remar had finished reporting to Azshara and was waiting in front of the open door, waiting for Angmar to enter.

Angmar temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, nodded towards Dath'Remar, and walked into the side hall that had just been used to receive the Tol'vir messenger.

Azshara no longer had the laziness of the past, sitting upright on the seat, supporting her chin with one hand, looking out the window, her eyebrows furrowed, as if she had heard some rather heavy news from the Tovir messenger, so she fell into a deep depression.

meditation.

A ray of moonlight shines down from the opening at the top of the side hall, making her beautiful side face even more perfect. The quiet side hall and the beautiful shadow under the moon are like a fascinating and perfect picture.

The echoing footsteps in the hall woke Azshara up. She blinked, sighed, and soon returned to her nonchalant state, looking at Angmar who was slowly approaching.

"The stone lion just told me that they are guarding a furnace of life left by the Creator. If Uldum is attacked by the Yaqir, they can use the furnace of life to subvert the world."

"That furnace is called the Forge of Origin. It is a transcendent device with the power of creation. When combined with another device, it can restart the life cycle of the entire Azeroth. Those insect-men are no longer defeated by the trolls.

They are Aqirs. Under the transformation of evil beings, they already have an IQ and a body that is better at fighting than before. It is absolutely incomparable." Angmar stood still and looked at Azshara from a distance.

"As expected, you know many unknown secrets. Tell me everything you know. About Uldum, Tol'vir, and the masters behind those bugmen." Azshara said softly.

Angmar did not rush to answer, but asked instead: "I want to know how Her Majesty the Queen responded to the messenger."

He didn't know the ancient god C'Thun's motive for launching a war at this time, but such a being would never be stupid enough to act alone.

Because it has not completely broken through the Titan's prison, and the Qiraji under its command do not yet have the strong military strength like during the War of Quicksand nine thousand years later, it may not be a problem to break through Uldum, but once it attracts the hostility of the Night Elf Empire

, will definitely be defeated without any suspense. After all, the Night Elf Empire at this time is at its peak, and it is not comparable to the trolls of five thousand years ago.

Even if the Yogg-Saron forces on Ulduar are added, it is still not enough. There are definitely other forces cooperating to participate in the war, who could they be?

"I have transferred the second legion that attacked the Gurubashi trolls to Uldum to assist the stone lions in resisting the insect attack. By the way, I will see if the so-called 'Origin Furnace' is really that useful." Isa

La smiled slightly and put her left leg on her right leg. This inadvertent move caused her thin skirt to slip down, completely exposing her round and slender legs.

Angmar took a deep breath and suddenly realized the problem.

Yes, judging from Azshara's actions of knowing the devil's attempt to destroy the world but still joining forces with him to satisfy her own ambitions, how could she not stop coveting the secret of the Forge of Origin after she learned it?

Azshara can definitely seize the rule of Uldum from the Tol'vir clan after defeating the Qiraji and take charge of the Forge of Origin! She can definitely do this because the Night Elf Empire has such strength.

Angmar simply couldn't imagine what would happen next.

Azshara will come into contact with all the secrets of creation, and will discover that Uldum, Ulduar, and even Uldir, the prison containment device used to imprison the undesirable experimental subject G'huun in the Nazmir region, the birthplace of the trolls, are all hidden.

Enough power to dominate the entire Azeroth...

She will definitely use these powers to achieve her ambition to rule all races!

Angmar suddenly discovered that the chess player of the ancient chessboard, "Mag'an the Fallen", had defeated his own army. This was a dead end!

From the time he traveled to Azeroth until now, Angmar has never felt so helpless.

On one side are the forces of the Ancient Gods who intend to get involved in the Forge of Origin, and on the other side is Queen Azshara who is the only one who can resolve this crisis. Angmar knows exactly what the outcome will be, but can only watch it happen...

No, not the only one!

Angmar suddenly thought of the five-color dragon clan, and hope emerged in his heart.

The five-color dragon clan must have noticed the Qiraji's movements and will never sit back and let the Qiraji take control of the Forge of Origin. But if they see the night elves relieving the crisis in Uldum, they will not choose to do so now.

In front of others.

As his thoughts swirled, Angmar couldn't stay any longer. He just wanted to find the five-color dragon clan as soon as possible and explain the situation to them. Of course, he wanted to convince those five-color dragon clan who did not yet regard mortals as a force that could influence the world situation.

It is inevitable that his secrets from future generations will be exposed, which will have a huge impact on the timeline, but compared with the worst outcome, it is undoubtedly ten thousand times better.

Angmar knew that the solution he could think of would be something that the Fallen version of himself would also be able to think of.

He suddenly had an inexplicable feeling. Facing this terrible enemy, he seemed to have no initiative in his hands. Everything he did was done by the opponent, but the opponent's ultimate goal was still hidden in the mist.

People can't see through it, can't figure it out...

Seeing Angmar frowning in thought, Azshara rolled her eyes at him, closed her legs, and lay lazily on her side on the large throne. She waved away the maids and guards, raised a sound barrier, and said:

"Are you so worried? It seems that you should know what I will do to the Origin Forge. Well, there is no one else now, just the two of us. You don't have to worry about our conversation being leaked and having any negative impact on the timeline.

As for me...you should understand that no one can control my will."

Angmar let out a sigh of relief and shook his head silently.

"I heard that you made a precious research subject - according to you, the 'demon' - become a fool." Azshara looked at her nails, "Why do you do everything possible to avoid us from interacting with that 'demon'?

'Communicate? Let me see...'

"In your timeline, I used the 'evil energy' you called me to do very bad things, and even joined forces with those 'demons' to achieve my own ambitions. That's why you are so afraid of this, right?

?”

Azshara guessed the truth in a few words, her eyes moved, and she smiled at Angmar, whose face became increasingly gloomy.

"But you can't stop anything. The rift is still under my control, and only I can relieve the predicament faced by those stone lions and the crisis of destruction facing the world. Even if you want to fight against the fallen one, you must use my power.

You...there's nothing you can do to stop it."

Azshara stood up and left the throne, and walked slowly to Angmar. Her height was exactly the same as Angmar's, and she looked directly into Angmar's eyes, with a smile on her face as if she had everything under control.

smile.

"But... I can promise you to work with you to try to close the rift and end the research on evil energy. Moreover, I can also help the Tovir family resist the attack of the bugs without having any undue thoughts about the Origin Furnace.

if only……"

Azshara's fingers gently touched Angmar's chest.

The powerful magic power of the Well of Eternity was transmitted into Angmar's body along her fingertips. The essence of the Sunwell seemed to be activated, running wildly, and responded enthusiastically to its origin.

"You can let me control this magic."

"I can do this..."

Angmar replied coldly.

During the Battle of Mount Hyjal, he used the power of the Sunwell Essence to perfectly transform the magic power contained in a bottle of Well of Eternity water. He could indeed fulfill Azshara's request.

But...creating an extremely powerful Azshara?

"But how can you guarantee that you will fulfill your promise?"
Chapter completed!