Illidan was stunned and couldn't believe what he heard. He looked at Angmar blankly, "Become... your apprentice?"

"Why," Angmar drank the remaining wine in the glass, "don't you want to?"

After Illidan reacted, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. He stood up excitedly and saluted Angmar: "No, I am willing. Of course I am willing, sir! I mean... Prophet!"

He always dreamed of learning magic, but he couldn't find the right way to do it.

Although Suramar City promotes free basic magic education, it is difficult to take care of every school-age child. Many children with extraordinary talents are either because their hometown is remote, or because the magic talent census personnel are not able to work;

Their parents did not want them to invest more than ten years in vain hopes, so they failed to enter the path of arcana.

Illidan is one of them. He has long passed the admission age of the Basic Magic Academy. According to the regulations of the educational institution, although he can still enroll, he has to pay for the tuition himself. After his parents died, Illidan lived frugally and saved up for several years.

I didn't save enough for tuition.

He has always dreamed of being spotted by a certain magician and entering the arcane path as an apprentice. Now the long-awaited opportunity is right in front of him, and the mentor who wants to accept him as an apprentice is actually a god-like prophet!

Illidan was so excited that he didn't know what to do.

Seeing Illidan's overjoyed expression, Angmar smiled, and then shouted outside the house: "Elisande!"

After a while, little Elisander walked into the house, "What's the matter, Angmar?"

Angmar sighed secretly and began to introduce: "This is Elisande, my...apprentice. Elisande, this is Illidan Stormrage, you will be classmates from now on..."

"Is this the new classmate you were talking about before?" Elisande looked at Illidan curiously for a while, paying special attention to those golden eyes. Then, as if to refute Angmar's words, he stood next to Angmar.

Next to him, he naturally held his arm, smiled at Illidan and said, "Hello."

"Greetings to you, Miss Elisande." Illidan saluted hurriedly. He was already confused by the relationship between the two. He didn't mention his mentor by name. What was going on with this kind of intimate behavior?

Angmar felt helpless at the arm on his arm, "Ellisande, take Illidan to get familiar with the environment. I have to do something and won't be back until very late."

Elisande blinked and asked, "Don't you want to see the Queen this afternoon?"

Angmar cast a helpless look, the meaning was very clear, don't worry about so much.

"Okay..." Realizing that today's magic class was in vain, Elisande's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he answered in a long voice.

"I'll ask Miss Vashj to prepare your study supplies. Again, don't be a stranger. If you want, you can treat this place as your home." Angmar said to Illidan again, and then looked towards him.

Walk outside the house.

"Yes." Illidan nodded in agreement.

Angmar left, and peace returned to the hut. Illidan was immersed in the joy that fell from the sky, and couldn't help himself for a long time...Have I really become the apprentice of the prophet?

"Come on, let me show you around. Magic classes are usually held next to the forest. A few days ago, those imperial soldiers helped us build a practice venue... Are you listening? Hello!" Elisande said for a long time.

, only to find that his new classmate looked distracted, so he couldn't help but call out a few times.

Illidan came back to his senses and said apologetically: "Ah... I'm sorry, Miss Elisande, what did you just say?"

Elisande tilted his head and glanced at Illidan. This guy didn't look very smart.

"I said, I'll show you around!"

After saying that, she walked ahead, and Illidan hurriedly followed.

Walking behind the girl, Illidan looked at the mooncloth dress the girl was wearing. Illidan was envious and sighed, thinking how beautiful Tyrande would be if she wore such clothes...

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On the west bank of the Well of Eternity, in an uninhabited corner of Zin Aissalin's palace.

The brilliance of the teleportation spell flashed away, and the crackling lightning quickly dissipated in the air, and Angmar emerged from it.

His teleportation spell was as concealed as ever. It was neither discovered by the seven or eight legendary mages and nearly a hundred high-level epic mages in this palace, nor did it trigger any protection alarms.

After confirming the direction, he walked towards the secret terrace where the space rift was located.

Since I had made an appointment with Azshara to meet in the afternoon, I came to the palace to investigate in advance, not only to find out what the queen wanted to do with me, but also to see the condition of the rift. After all, it was related to the progress of the ancient war.

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Very far away, Angmar noticed something unusual.

In the area near the secret terrace, there are countless warning spells, triggering confinement spells, stress counter spells, and various newly solidified protective spells. With the protective stance weakened, only very weak spatial fluctuations are transmitted from the direction of the rift.

The garrison strength has also increased several times compared to the first time we arrived a few days ago. There are no less than ten elite soldiers patrolling the inconspicuous corridor.

It can be seen that the night elves attach great importance to that space rift and the "god" on the other side of the rift - the master of the Burning Legion and the fallen titan Sargeras.

Angmar passed through the heavily guarded area, and finally arrived at the shore of the Well of Eternity. He crossed the invisible barrier against waves, lifted into the sky under the support of power, and suspended above the Well of Eternity.

After casting the arcane vision to detect illusions, he looked at the terrace covered by illusions. He was already under the cover of the invisible spell, and the rich magical aura of the well lingered around him, making it even more difficult for anyone to detect him.

Looking over, you can only see the dense arcane energy.

The reason why it was so troublesome was that he didn't know whether Sargeras was paying attention to the situation on this side of the rift.

Although a few days ago, Angmar greatly strengthened the space rift and expanded it into a transmission channel connecting Azeroth and the Twisting Nether. Sargeras could use this to project part of his strength and mental power, but

The upper limit of the channel's carrying capacity cannot be exceeded.

In other words, Angmar's caution was actually unnecessary. He could have sneaked into the terrace freely and observed the situation close at hand.

But he didn't dare to try it himself. He could hide it from the eyes and ears of mortals. Even beings like demigods or guardians couldn't find his traces. But now he was facing Sargeras, the most powerful creature in the universe.

1. Even if you are as powerful as a Titan, you must abide by the basic rules of the world, but who can tell what will happen if you sneak in hastily?

It would be troublesome if he was discovered. To be on the safe side, he could only choose to wait and watch from a distance like this.

In the arcane vision, the illusion that covered the balcony lost its effect. The wall rippled like water and disappeared after a while, revealing the scene inside.

The crack in the center of the terrace has expanded into a portal about two meters in diameter. The evil flames burning fiercely at the other end dyed it an evil dark green, giving it an ominous feel.

Except for Harveys, the terrace was deserted.

Harveys stood in front of the portal, seeming to be communicating with the beings on the other side. Against the backdrop of the evil flames, his face looked extremely terrifying.

Angmar, whose senses were multiplied, could not only see his expressions and actions clearly, but also hear the conversation accurately.

"Xavis...your queen seems worried about my arrival." The deep and majestic voice of Sargeras sounded from the other side of the portal.

Worried? It seems that the persuasion earlier has had an effect, Angmar thought.

After learning the secret of creation and the reasons why Sargeras founded the Burning Legion with the intention of destroying all things, Azshara no longer quickly became a slave to lust for power as soon as she came into contact with Sargeras in the official history.

But fortunately it was just worry.

At present, the teleportation gate is not completely stable. As long as the energy is slightly overloaded, the passage that was finally established may collapse instantly. If Azshara really thinks about it and decides to close the teleportation passage, first put aside whether the night elves have the corresponding response.

Ability, and whether there will be another trouble in the future, aside from these two things, will always have an impact on the smooth arrival of the War of the Ancients.

Angmar is not willing to see such a result. In other words, according to the original plan, to completely rewrite Azshara's fate, we must wait until the portal is completely stable, or until the arrival of the War of the Ancients is unstoppable.

"Great master, that's not the case. Your Majesty is just not ready to welcome you yet..." Harveys replied fearfully.

Is this what you call the master?

Angmar frowned slightly, this seemed to be progressing a bit...too fast.

But it makes sense when you think about it. Xavius ​​has always been ambitious. Sargeras only needs to promise a trivial reward, whether it be knowledge or power, to make such an ambitious man flock to him.

For the fallen titan Sargeras, Xavius ​​is far easier to control than Queen Azshara. Because he will not be burdened by the rise and fall of the empire, and only considers personal gains and losses, let alone being bound by moral concepts and concepts of good and evil.

All he wants is power and status.

So it is not surprising that the current scene appears.

Angmar knew that Xavius ​​must have diverted other mages, and even bypassed Queen Azshara to have a private conversation with the "gods" at the other end of the passage.

Because the night elves in ancient times had a crude understanding of space, even if their efforts were useless, they would arrange a large number of mages to try to maintain the stability of the passage. How could there be no one left on the terrace.

At this time, after a brief silence, there was another movement on the other side of the portal, and Angmar hurriedly looked at it.

The evil flames in the portal became more intense, and in the depths of the twisted space, a pair of terrifying eyes seemed to open, looking at the Queen's advisor at close range with eyes that penetrated the soul, "Really?"

After saying that, a wisp of solid evil energy poured out from the transmission channel and surrounded Harveys, and the threat was self-evident.

Harveys couldn't stop trembling, cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant, and big beads of sweat fell down. He said in a trembling voice: "I... will definitely convince your Majesty..."
Chapter completed!