Angmar must say that he really just accepted it passively at the beginning. But he also had to admit that under the beautiful Azshara... he instantly fell into the dual pleasure of body and soul.

It's hard to extricate myself.

Before you know it, dawn has arrived.

The sun shines on the vast water, and it's the night elves' rest time. The night elf capital located on the west bank of the Well of Eternity has fallen silent.

But the city area next to the palace was uncharacteristically lively, with singing and dancing and banquets everywhere. It was the residential area of ​​the upper elves, and daily life was essential for these pampered nobles.

In the garden of the mansion far away from the living room, you can always find some passionate people who use various excuses to leave the banquet and take the opportunity to express their feelings to each other. There are many men and women of the right age who love each other, or they are trapped by political marriages and have private affairs.

A lady who loves lovers.

Some people always say that performing certain behaviors not for the purpose of breeding offspring, but simply to satisfy desires, is a major characteristic of intelligent humanoid races.

From certain hidden places shaded by trees, there will always be strange slapping sounds, accompanied by deliberately suppressed moans...

Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west.

Ms. Bai once again climbed into the night sky, and the twinkling stars heralded the arrival of the day. The glorious and magnificent city came to life.

Smoke rises from the kitchen.

The city gate opened with the sound of the winch turning the chain. Business travelers, farmers and hunters from afar... brought fresh fruits and vegetables, freshly slaughtered meat, and all kinds of goods and poured into the market area of ​​the capital.

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The city gates are constantly coming and going, and early-rising people fill every well-planned street. The night elves' preference for bright colors is too unique, and the bright crowds walking through the streets and alleys are like a torrent of brightly colored paints, which is very eye-catching.

Dizzying and dizzying.

Busy and bustling, but not cluttered at all.

Because the night elves have a long life and a prosperous life, everyone has their own place, and the slow pace of life is just one of them. Even though many people have to walk for a long time to reach their workplace through this giant city, they are rarely seen in the crowd.

A person who dodges left and right in a hurry.

Compared with the long walk, the most troublesome thing is undoubtedly greeting the acquaintances and friends who are everywhere on the street and have known each other for hundreds or thousands of years.

At this time, the longest banquet finally came to an end with tired farewells. The nobles boarded the night saber carriage and returned to their respective mansions against the flow of high-level elf ministers who were going to the palace to handle government affairs.

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What is puzzling is that the carefree and luxurious environment should make it more and more lazy. But the situation in the entire capital is completely opposite. If a city has life, then the exuberance blooming in Zin Aissalin

Its vitality is enough to be admired.

The moon was in the upper part of the sky, approaching midnight.

The two people who were inseparable from each other on the Well of Eternity also left their respective bodies.

As the ruler of the Kaldorei Empire, which covered most of Kalimdor, Azshara had to return to the palace to handle government affairs.

Angmar also stayed above the Well of Eternity after pretending to say goodbye, preparing to explore Xavius's progress.

"I was actually with Azshara..." Recalling the previous scenes, Angmar still found it unbelievable.

Whether it's historical records or actual things you see and hear, Azshara's perfection is truly flawless.

During this period, it seemed that some truth was easily understood by Azshara, so that the superior prophet identity that Angmar had worked hard to create was immediately shattered and completely lost its due effect.

She has been firmly in control, and Angmar has tried many times but failed to take the lead. Finally, she licked the stain on her lips..., glanced at Angmar with a rather proud look, and said, "I

I thought you would conquer me." He stood up and left, leaving only the beautiful figure of Angmar who felt lost.

I am a prophet, able to travel freely through the timeline, and I am also in charge of the power of order condensed by the Heart of Raiden and the remaining power of Aman'Thul, as well as the prophet of the origin of Y'shaarj!... Angmar thought helplessly.

He rubbed his aching waist. Although his waist was almost exhausted, he felt unprecedented satisfaction, joy, and reluctance.

Fantastic.

real.

…

Angmar put away his reverie, took a deep breath, and became serious.

Everything that happened before was just an interlude. The main business still needs to be done. The transmission channel has been closed. Xavius ​​must use the knowledge imparted by Sargeras and the magic of the Well of Eternity to open a new secret channel and bring the Burning Legion away.

Introduce this world and kick off the ancient war.

The deliberately hidden evil energy fluctuation in the air may be hidden from others, even Azshara, but it cannot escape Angmar's perception.

Angmar closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, his majestic spiritual power was released. Following the evil energy fluctuations, he came to Harveys' mansion. He could enjoy a very large mansion in the palace.

, which is enough to prove that Harveys's status in the Queen's heart is that ordinary ministers cannot enjoy this honor.

The all-pervasive spiritual power penetrates through the thick soil and finally reaches the underground space of the mansion.

The basement is not big. It is located just below the wine cellar. It is about tens of square meters in size. The four walls are made of soil that has been reinforced with magic. It is like a newly opened hiding place. There are piles of alchemical preparations and alchemy preparations used to replenish mana.

Mana crystal.

There are an outrageous number of isolation barriers used to block magic fluctuations. If you identify them a little, they almost cover all the protective spells mastered by the night elves in ancient times. It can be seen that the purpose is to open the portal under Azshara's nose, haha

Weiss and his cronies really put in a lot of effort.

In the center of the basement, a dozen upper elf wizards were sweating profusely and casting spells at a portal.

Different from the portal with arcane energy structure, this portal is purely formed by evil energy. The burning green magic flame dyes everything around it, making those who have clearly run out of fuel but have crazy eyes.

, the mage who is still gritting his teeth and persisting looks very scary.

After some transformation of the spell position, wisps of magic power from the Well of Eternity were pulled out from the ground and flowed towards the green magic stone shadow in front of the portal. There was also a flow of evil energy between the magic stone shadow and the portal.

, it seems that it is the magic stone that expands and maintains this portal.

Progress so fast?... Angmar frowned. He thought it would take a long time for Harveys to reach this point.

In order to ascertain the stability of the portal, Angmar condensed part of his mental power to form mental tentacles and stretched them into the portal. Several of the mental tentacles were instantly torn apart by the violent force of space, while the other part went smoothly.

After reaching the end, it was quickly contaminated and corrupted by evil energy, and intense chaos was fed back into the connection.

Angmar concentrated his mind for a moment and was able to isolate himself from the negative influence. Through the intensity of his chaotic thoughts, he made a simple judgment.

First of all, the portal has indeed been successfully connected to the twisted void filled with evil energy. Otherwise, the evil energy that makes up the portal alone would not be enough to cause this level of corrosion. Secondly, the portal is stable enough to allow the legendary powerhouse

The point of smooth passage...

Angmar investigated again and came to a definite conclusion.

The power of a traveler can be stronger than the legendary level, and can even reach the level of being comparable to demigods. To be precise, it is comparable to the original natural spirits represented by the Loa gods of the trolls, and cannot be compared to being protected by titans.

The wild demigod who joined Freya in the Emerald Dream.

Such an existence can be considered very powerful, but to the Burning Legion, which is so powerful, it can only be regarded as a small fish.

But that's enough, strength and weakness are not the first thing. The most important thing is that this "miscellaneous fish" who entered Azeroth first is a real demon, and the knowledge he possesses is no matter what, it is better than Harveys.

When the goods are more reliable, the surrendered Highborne can be guided to better strengthen the portal.

Angmar was puzzled. The key to Xavius's rapid progress seemed to be the phantom of the magic stone.

The power of space emanating from it has repeatedly proven that it seems to be some kind of space artifact.

After staring at the phantom of the magic stone for a while, Angmar couldn't help but think: "Could it be the Sargrith Keystone?"

But he quickly dismissed this speculation.

It is true that the Sargerite Keystone has such a function. It is the most important strategic weapon in the hands of the fallen titan Sargeras. As long as it is driven by enough evil energy, it can open the way to all planets captured by the Burning Legion and set up beacons.

With the world, it can be called the evil version of any door.

In the official history, Illidan once sent his Illidari Demon Hunters to sneak into the plane of Marton and seize the keystone from its keeper. In the end, it was by using the Sargrit Keystone that Illidan

A rift was opened between Azeroth and the planet Argus, which had become the headquarters of the Burning Legion, allowing the Azeroth coalition to launch an assault.

But even if the destruction of Azeroth is a top priority, Sargeras cannot possibly hand over such an important strategic artifact to Xavis, who has only been loyal to the Burning Legion for a few days.

Perhaps it was through some profound evil spell that communicated the space power of the Sargrith Keystone? Angmar thought to himself.

This can explain the smooth opening of the portal.

Perhaps Sargeras taught Xavius ​​some advanced fel spell that could use the power of the Sargerit Keystone from a distance?

Angmar kept this in mind, preparing to verify it if he had the opportunity in the future. It didn't matter whether it was correct or not, no matter what, similar spells must be extraordinary.

The origin of chaos represented by evil energy is no less powerful and mysterious than the origin of order embodied in arcane magic. Although the way spells are formed is completely opposite to that of magic, there are still many places where the two can corroborate each other.

There's nothing wrong with knowing your enemy.

While Angmar was thinking, Harveys, who was watching his men cast spells at the other end of the basement, started communicating with a close aide beside him.

"How are things going?" Harveys kept staring at the portal intently as he spoke, his expression showing both nervousness and apprehension, as well as expectation.

"It went very well. Using the method you taught me, I secretly corrupted several colleagues yesterday. Except for the most stubborn ones who had to control them, the remaining few people all accepted the new faith with the master's promise.

." The confidant replied respectfully.

If Angmar remembers correctly, this middle-aged mage's name is Perrosan. He is one of the more senior high-level elf mages and is deeply trusted by Harveys. Not long ago, Angmar saw him on the terrace.

Pass him.

"Well, you did a good job." Harveys nodded and said no more.
To be continued...