"Because of an accident, my parents passed away a few years ago." Illidan's golden eyes flashed with sadness, and then darkened. It could be seen that even after a long time, he still could not let go of this matter.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this." Angmar had actually known this for a long time, but in order to continue the topic, he still showed a surprised expression, as if he had heard about it for the first time.

"Huh?" Illidan didn't expect that the superior prophet would actually apologize to a humble commoner like himself. He was at a loss for a while and hurriedly put down the tableware and waved his hands in fear: "No, no, I..."

He was born with superhuman magical talent, and even had the legendary golden eyes. It can be said that he grew up in an environment that attracted the attention of everyone. Anyone who sees his eyes must say, you will definitely be in the future.

will have extraordinary achievements.

Whenever he heard such words, Illidan would just laugh, because this was just a legend spread among civilians.

He believes that he will have a glorious future, but it will be achieved through hard work with both hands, rather than relying on the favor of the moon goddess as in the legend.

After their parents died unexpectedly, although he and his brother Malfurion Stormrage successfully recovered from their grief, life inevitably became difficult. The two brothers had completely different personalities, with Malfurion being more rigid.

, Illidan is more ambitious. The only thing they have in common may be that they both despise authority.

However, his brother Malfurion despised magic and corpse-based meals. In recent years, with the rise of the arcane way, he became more impetuous and despised the natural social customs of the privileged class who sat back and did nothing. In the end, he simply listened to his own voice.

, moved to the western suburbs of the forest to live in isolation, leaving his parents' old house to Illidan alone.

Illidan only despises the privileged class. He loves magic and is extremely proud of his unique magical talent.

Even when life was difficult to a certain extent, and he had to do some dirty work that he had never done before, and relied on a meager income to make ends meet, the arrogance in Illidan's heart was never smoothed away, but instead became stronger through hard work.

Fifteen years ago, under the instruction of Queen Azshara, the Kaldorei Empire launched a massive attack on the trolls. During the twelve-year expansion war, they taught the trolls who often plundered the borders of the empire a harsh lesson.

, and seized a large amount of land.

In order to make up for the high cost of the war, the empire had to impose heavy taxes on the people.

Three years ago, the war finally ended. People thought that the empire would lower tax rates and return to a better and better life. But in the end, people discovered that this was just wishful thinking.

The ruling class uses various excuses to impose exorbitant taxes and taxes.

The living standards of the people were not even as good as during the Expansion War. In the past three years, Illidan, who often went in and out of Suramar City to work hard, heard too many dissatisfactions and saw too many angry scenes:

No matter how difficult the life of the common people at the bottom is, the nobles in the upper city will always be singing and dancing every day. Like most of his peers who are going through all this, he has become more and more contemptuous of those who rely on blood to gain power and status.

The privileged class and the nobility who are superior to others...

For the prophet in front of him, the breakfast alone was enough to cover the expenses of a commoner family of three for a month. But Illidan was not jealous of him, nor was he dissatisfied at all, because all this was for the prophet.

Unparalleled level of arcane magic, earned respect with extremely powerful strength.

Illidan respects such people, not to mention the prophet is a legendary existence.

In his heart, the prophet is a legend above and beyond, not only because of the crazy admiration of the empire's high-level officials and even the Queen herself, but also because of what he himself has seen and heard. He controls ancient artifacts, tears apart space at will, and comes and goes at will, even creating the real person He Zhenren.

Unique magic puppet...

As an avid magic enthusiast, he knew what this meant. The prophet possessed magical knowledge that even the top night elf mages could not match. The difference was difficult to quantify using known vocabulary.

Illidan knows that such characters often have a arrogant mentality. Just like the magisters of Suramar City, they never pay attention to the dire lives of the lower class civilians. This is natural. After all, these big shots only focus on what they pursue.

things.

Before coming, he was very worried that this conversation, which was completely unequal in status, would develop in an unoptimistic direction because he did not understand aristocratic etiquette, had no money to buy decent clothes to dress himself up, or other reasons.

People always say that the more you think about bad things, the more likely they are to happen. Sure enough, I didn't eat breakfast and my stomach was growling with hunger, but the prophet invited me to have breakfast!

He knew that he must have made a fool of himself. The sound of his stomach growling could be heard in the next room.

But when talking about his parents, the prophet actually apologized to himself in a very reserved manner for mentioning his sadness...

How could Illidan not be flattered? How could he not be at a loss?

…

"Illidan, why are you always so nervous?" Angmar put a piece of fried fish into his mouth and said with a smile: "You make me seem like an old monster who eats people without spitting out bones. We are just chatting about home affairs.

, let’s talk about your understanding of magic by the way, right? Relax, I won’t really eat you.”

Angmar knew very well that if he had not kicked off the War of the Ancients in advance, Illidan would not get what he wanted and rise rapidly in the war until the War of the Ancients started two years later. At this time, he was sitting on his own

Opposite me is just a young man who is at a low point in his life.

Perhaps Angmar's words diluted the tense atmosphere. Illidan smiled awkwardly but politely, realizing that his behavior was somewhat exaggerated.

"Actually, we have the same fate." Angmar curled his lips and said, signaling the maid to pour him wine. While drinking, he gave Illidan an "I know you" look.

Illidan blinked, not understanding what he was going to say.

Angmar narrated:

"I come from a quiet and peaceful small village. Because it is close to the war zone, the village is often robbed by hostile races. One day, the enemy took advantage of the garrison to be transferred elsewhere and launched a surprise attack on the village. When the garrison returned, in Chengdu

Among the piles of corpses, in the stiff arms of my parents, I found the only survivor wrapped in blood-stained swaddling clothes—me.”

Angmar was talking about how he benefited his parents after traveling through time and being born into this world.

Angmar smiled, "Sadly, I was still very young at that time and couldn't even remember what they looked like. Later I was adopted by my adoptive father, who was a highly respected mage and also adopted many war orphans. I will

Study day after day, arm my mind with magic and knowledge, so that I can stand in the catastrophe sweeping the world, and do my best to protect the people and things around me... I have fought against the decadent privileged class, and in the change of power

I couldn't even save myself in the whirlpool. I have experienced painful failures, and I have also experienced the trough you are facing at this time, but fortunately I came out."

There was no falsehood in Angmar's words. The destruction of Dalaran directly made him realize that in this world where terrible existences abound, even if a traveler has a nearly omniscient perspective, he is still so insignificant.

"The story is still very long," Angmar put down the tableware, "At least as far as the starting point is concerned, our destiny trajectories are no different."

After hearing such a story, Illidan's expression became a little heavier, and the atmosphere that had finally eased became tense again.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Angmar smiled, "Why, the fact that I also have parents and tribesmen surprises you? Do you think I am really a 'god' from the universe as the legend says? Or do you think I am a 'god' from the universe?

, do you think that I should be born like this, and that I have achieved what I have achieved through my own efforts surprises you? Illidan, I am just a mortal, a mortal like you."

"No, I just... didn't expect you to have such a past." Illidan said slightly awkwardly.

"The only thing that makes me different is my creed. I build the future with my hands." Angmar wiped his mouth with a napkin and signaled the maid to remove the empty plate. When the latter asked if she wanted to serve dessert, he shook it

He shook his head and asked the maid to serve Illidan a plate.

Even if he was reborn as a high elf, his taste could not change and he could not eat even a little bit of sweet food when eating.

I build the future with my hands... Illidan felt that these words seemed to have a strange magic power, and they echoed in his mind for a long time.

"So...what do you think of magic?" Angmar held his chin in one hand and held a small spoon in the other. He nonchalantly spread honey on the cream cake, and then handed it to Illidan, "Try it, you should

Will love it.”

Illidan took the dessert flattered and replied: "Well... magic is the medium to explore the world."

"Illidan," Angmar smiled, "I want to hear your true feelings, not such a textbook standard answer. You are not one of those vulgar people outside, are you?"

Illidan opened his mouth, was stunned for two seconds, and then said seriously: "Okay, I think... magic is a tool to achieve wishes. Any power is."

"That's right," Angmar suddenly smiled, "It seems that we have many similarities. I very much agree with your statement. Each of the six original forces of the universe aspires to become the mainstream of the universe.

In the turbulent whirlpool, you can achieve this vision by yourself, or by borrowing the help of others. Power can make people strong, but not everyone can bear the price of controlling the original power. Sometimes people will get lost in power,

It replaced your own will and turned you into a puppet... This is true from the power of order embodied in arcane energy, to the chaotic and turbulent evil magic, and even the shadow."

Illidan blinked. He had never heard of the term six origin powers. The night elves in ancient times had not yet summarized a systematic origin framework theory.

"Never heard of this statement?" Angmar asked.

Illidan nodded.

"It doesn't matter. If I have a chance in the future, I can tell you slowly." Angmar stood up, "Then Illidan, are you willing to give me a chance to impart knowledge to you?"

"Uh, you mean..." Illidan's eyes widened.
Chapter completed!