If we only talk about the macroscopic understanding of the secrets of creation, rather than the specific details, even the Titan, who lives at the apex of the realm of order and is the strongest creature in the known material universe, does not have a relatively accurate macroscopic understanding like Angmar.

Know.

Angmar knew that the "story" he told could be the trigger to subvert Azshara's worldview.

He also personally expanded the space rift that caused headaches for the upper elf mages.

As for whether Azshara's fate will be changed, and whether the Highborne will be able to contact Sargeras on the other side of the universe, which will ultimately lead to the early arrival of the War of the Ancients, Angmar is not completely sure.

Among the countless possibilities revealed by the Eye of Aman'Thul, the realization of the former lies in follow-up guidance. Although the latter is an event that has a high probability of happening, it is not enough to be used as a basis due to the imperfection of the reference system.

After all, history has not accurately recorded the specific details of the night elves' contact with Sargeras.

But no matter what, Angmar must allow the Ancient War to happen smoothly before the war started by the Ancient God completely rewrites the timeline, otherwise the terrible historical variables will be beyond everyone's control.

Fortunately, before leaving the capital of the Kaldorei Empire, he saw the last scene that happened, and also saw the complicated look on Azshara's face when she faced Sargeras...

Ever since he possessed unimaginable transcendent power and began to devote himself to this important time point that determined the direction of subsequent history, Angmar's state of mind changed accordingly.

When he saw that he had personally kicked off the ancient war and brought about the catastrophe ahead of schedule that resulted in the loss of countless lives, he suddenly realized that he was so rational when it came to the timeline.

It's almost cold-blooded. It's as if the lives that are bound to disappear are just meaningless numbers.

…

On the bustling streets, Angmar always triggers discussions among passers-by wherever he goes.

The name of the prophet has spread throughout the city of Suramar. Anyone who sees this tall and thin foreigner with white skin will almost immediately associate him with the legendary prophet. At first glance, he is indeed the same as the three people in the city.

The statue is exactly the same, isn't it the prophet himself?

Under the awed eyes of the people, Angmar walked forward slowly, thinking deeply, and finally arrived at the central square where the Temple of the Moon is located.

The square is densely covered with green plants, and under the shade of the trees, children are playing happily. Their crisp laughter, accompanied by the singing and singing of birds, composes a soft and peaceful music in the sky above Suramar. At one end of the square, the statue of Isa

The statue of the prophet carved in his likeness by the men of Ramen looks across from the statue of Elune in the center of the square.

Heavy taxes have been imposed and living standards have dropped sharply. In such a difficult era, people always need the comfort of faith. Most of the passers-by on the square are believers, either about to pray at the Temple of the Moon or just coming out of it.

There were few aristocrats from the upper town inside.

Angmar looked around for a moment, and finally found the goal of his trip in the flower bed in the corner of the square.

A tall young night elf with golden eyes was sitting on a bench in front of the flower bed, staring intently at the entrance of the Moon Temple. He was also holding a bag of fruit in his arms. The fruit seemed to have been just bought.

There are still water beads hanging on it.

The location where the golden-eyed night elves are located has a good view. As long as someone walks out of the Moon Temple, they can see clearly.

It seems that he should be waiting for a priestess who works in the Temple of the Moon.

Because the moon was hanging in the sky at this time, it was the midnight nap time for the priestesses to finish their half-day shift and have a meal. Whenever a priestess wearing a moon-white priest's robe walked out of the Moon Temple, the young man would sit up from his chair.

He frowned and looked carefully, and when he realized that the person who came was not the person he was looking for, he sat back in disappointment.

As for why you don’t just go in and look for it…

In all likelihood, this guy is trying to create a "chance encounter."

Angmar walked quietly behind him. With all his concentration, the golden-eyed night elf didn't notice that someone was observing him right next to him.

While waiting, he kept playing with the ball of arcane energy in his palm.

The colorful magic flow lingered on his fingers, sometimes condensing into ice cubes flowing with cold air, sometimes turning into a group of beeping flames, and finally all disappearing, and reversely restored to the purest form.

The arcane energy returned to his body along the palm of his hand.

In the hands of this golden-eyed night elf, magic is as easy to use as an extension of his limbs.

Outstanding talent.

This is the only comment Angmar can think of.

As expected from night elf folklore, he is the owner of the golden eyes that will surely lead to great achievements;

He is truly the child of destiny;

Indeed……

Illidan Stormrage.

As far as Angmar knew, Illidan had never systematically learned arcane magic at this time.

In the Kaldorei Empire in ancient times, without official training or other opportunities, even ordinary nobles could hardly afford the expense of learning arcane magic. Since the War of the Ancients a few years ago, Brother Stormrage

Their parents died in an accident, and the two brothers have always lived in poverty.

As a result, Illidan was unable to step into the path of arcane magic that he had longed for. It was not until the War of the Ancients that he gained the appreciation of Curtalos Ravencrest (Ravencrest), the lord of Black Crow Castle.

Joining the Moon Guard of Black Crow Keep, he was able to flex his muscles and became a powerful spellcaster before pretending to serve Sargeras.

When it comes to arcane talents, looking at Azeroth for 10,000 years, there are few beings who can match Illidan.

Illidan gradually realized that something was wrong. The passers-by cast strange glances at him, whispered to each other, and made comments. He turned around in confusion, and when he saw Angmar behind him, he was startled and stood up hurriedly.

Get up and salute.

"First... Lord Prophet? Sorry, I... I didn't know you were here."

The fruit spilled and rolled all over the ground.

How could Illidan not know who Angmar was? Like the residents, he passed by the prophet's statue and the notice board covered with the prophet's magical portrait every day. It was difficult not to know what the prophet looked like.

The white skin, tall and thin figure, fiery red robes, and those eyes as bright as stars... all confirm that the person in front of him is the prophet himself who has recently caused a sensation in the entire city of Suramar!

Illidan looked very nervous, because the prophet who was said to be well versed in the secrets of arcana, and even Queen Azshara regarded him as a god, was actually standing in front of him!

Even if Illidan in later generations conquered Azeroth, at this time, he was just an ordinary young man. How could he not be nervous when he saw the famous prophet Angmar.

"Hello, Illidan Stormrage."

Angmar smiled slightly and waved gently. The falling fruit floated into the air, and the stained soil disappeared. It returned to the linen bag on its own. He handed the fruit bag back to Illidan and said, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I

I came here specifically to find you."

"Looking for... me?" Illidan was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why the prophet would be interested in an ordinary person like himself.

"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm. I just hope to invite you to my courtyard as a guest. We can have an in-depth discussion about magic. How about that?"

Angmar's expression was very easy-going. As he spoke, he used magic to create a token and gave it to Illidan, "You can come anytime, but it's best before nightfall. In that case, after we finish talking, you can still

Catch my first magic class."

Illidan took the token and felt a turmoil in his heart.

The prophet...invited me to go...Elune, he actually used the word "discuss"? For a little person like me? What can I do...

Wait... catch up on magic class? What do you mean?

Could it be that he has been observing me from behind, saw my magic talent, and invited me... to learn magic?

"Yes, Illidan, your talent should not be lost to the public. I think maybe I can help you realize your ideal. If you are willing, come to the western suburbs before nightfall tomorrow." Angmar seemed to have insight.

He understood Illidan's inner thoughts and pointed at the token in Illidan's hand, "Don't lose it, otherwise the guards will stop you."

Illidan was speechless, not knowing what to say. Ever since this mysterious prophet appeared, he had a very unreal feeling.

This prophet seemed to know himself very well. Although he didn't say a word, the other party's words revealed a sense of confidence that he would definitely accept the invitation.

Illidan really couldn't resist such a temptation, and learning magic had always been an elusive dream for him.

Can……

The lofty prophet actually invited a little person like me...

what is this?

A surprise from the sky?

"I will definitely come, Lord Prophet." Illidan put away the complicated emotions in his heart and saluted.

"Oh, by the way. I'm sorry for soiling your fruit. I hope you don't mind my expressing my apology in this way. Your sweetheart shouldn't hate sweets, right?" Angmar opened his palm, and colorful arcane energy gathered.

, condensed into a beautiful pink cream cake.

Can arcane magic be used like this? Create things out of thin air? What kind of method is this? Illidan was completely shocked.

Angmar smiled and put the cake into Illidan's free hand, and raised his head towards the Moon Temple, "By the way, you are about to miss your sweetheart."

Illidan was startled when his thoughts were revealed, and he hurriedly looked towards the Temple of the Moon. He saw Tyrande, whom he had longed for, slowly walking down the steps in front of the temple.

Uh...how did he know that I was waiting for Tyrande? How did he know that Tyrande was my sweetheart?

Illidan turned back full of doubts, but only saw Angmar's back leisurely walking away.

…

Others didn't know it, but Angmar knew it. When pursuing Tyrande, Illidan's most common method was to create an "accidental encounter" on the other person's way home, at the Temple of the Moon where the other person worked.

"I'm looking forward to your appointment." Angmar waved goodbye with his back turned.

…

After some hesitation, Illidan gritted his teeth and hurried after Tyrande before he could get away.
To be continued...