On the way back, Angma, who was worried, received Alisonde's magic message.

With the efforts of a group of talented mages, her research finally achieved initial results. She found a way to transform the power of order contained in the Eye of Amansur into arcane energy, and could put the idea of ​​"Dark Night Well" into practice. Everything is ready. At the end of the message, she asked Angma if she could return to Surama City and help herself complete the final stage.

Angma was naturally delighted after reading it.

Not long ago, the coalition forces began to collect the pillar of creation. The Hammer of Kazgros, the Taurens of the High Mountains and their neighbors, and the Gorgones Tide Stone, which was originally kept by the Nassalas Academy, had all arrived at the Aidori Pass under strict escort.

This batch of artifacts used by Titan Creator in the sequencing period to shape the planet and change the landforms is extremely functional. Although it is not a purely powerful artifact like the Dragon Soul, it contains no less energy than the Dragon Soul. As long as it is used properly, it can also become a powerful tool against Archmond and Kiljadan. With the high-level guardian Lai and the earth guardian Azadas, this is naturally no problem.

But the Eye of Amansur could not come in handy. This pillar of creation must remain in Surama City to complete the historical mission of bringing a source of magic to the son of Night in later generations.

After returning to the camp, Angma ignored Saratas, who was fiddling with the alchemy equipment, and directly packed up his personal belongings. Magic crystals, image stones, mana potions, magic books... and so on, all of which are essential things for a mage. Although he could not use these things for a long time, he had always maintained the habit of keeping them with him in case of emergency.

"Why are you talking about your worries on your face?" Saratas put down his alchemy instruments and turned to look at Angma. "The conversation with Azshara is not going well?"

"No," Angma replied, "I want to go back to Surama City."

"What happened to Dark Night Well?"

With her relationship with the future Angma, it is not surprising to tell Azeroth's history as if it were a little bit clear. Angma nodded and replied, "Yes. Alisand has found a way to create the Dark Night Well, I have to go back and help her."

"Oh?" Saratas sat on the bed in front of him, leaning on the edge of the bed with both hands, looking up at him, "Why do you sound like you want to go back alone and leave me here? What's wrong with you?"

Angma stopped his hand and said hesitantly: "I have a...unwilling request."

"explain."

Angma wanted to speak but stopped, and finally took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say, "I want you to stay here. Can you help me... Alas, okay, help me take care of Azshara? Her condition is a bit wrong."

Saratas tilted his head and asked, "Don't you think this request is a bit too much?"

"I think," Angma blushed, "that's why I said it was a reluctant request, but I don't have anyone else to trust or entrust it."

Too much? This cannot be said to be too much. What is this called letting a woman who loves herself deeply - to be precise, the future self - help take care of another woman she loves deeply?

But as I said, there is really no one else to entrust Angma. He really thinks Azshara is very wrong, and he can't tell me why, and there is an ominous premonition at all times and vertically, so he has to come up with this worst.

Saratas closed his hair in his ear and said playfully: "So should I be glad that you trust me 100% or should I be jealous and make a fuss or something?"

Angma knew she was teasing herself, but she couldn't even say a word when she was in a disadvantage and was embarrassed.

Seeing him like this, Saratas chuckled, "I didn't expect that you, as young as you, are so young, I really don't know how you please so many girls. I will help you, don't worry."

"Thank you." Angma breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you? Tsk tsk tsk, it's so distant. It seems that I'm still an outsider." Saratas seemed to be in a much better mood, at least he could mock Angma like he did some time ago.

"No, of course not, I don't mean that..." Angma became more and more ashamed. Why can't he raise his head in front of her since he learned of Saratas' identity? What's the guilt in his heart? Why is it like being caught doing something bad and being tolerated by unconditional understanding?

Saratas seemed to enjoy his embarrassment very much, with a smile in his eyes even more, and after a while, he said softly: "Okay, I won't joke, you should go and do your own thing."

"Okay. Then I'll leave." Angma packed up the enchanted space bag and left the camp as if he ran away.

On the open space outside the tent, Angma cut off the space barrier, opened a portal and walked in.

After the portal closed, looking at the place where he disappeared, Saratas's smile slowly calmed down and sighed quietly: "It's so stupid, so stupid... Azshara's condition is wrong? It's wrong, but that's because of you..."

After saying that, she turned into a wisp of shadow energy and suddenly disappeared, and appeared in Azshara's tent the next second.

Azshara was still sitting alone in the living room, staring at the ring in her palm, filled with the essence of the sun well, pointing out the gods. Seeing Saratas arrive, she smiled bitterly.

"He said you were in a bad state and asked me to help take care of you," Saratas whispered, "I warned you not to show any emotions."

Azshara apologized: "Sorry, after I know that, it's hard for me..."

"I tell you the clips of the future I have seen, hoping that you can work with me to correct the timeline that cannot be closed normally, rather than letting you influence it. Doing this will only harm Angma." Saratas interrupted with a frown, half helplessness and half a questioning in his tone.

"Really...is there no other way? How can he survive in that place?" Azshara asked with the ring tightly in her hand, but it sounded like she didn't expect any other solution.

"That is a distorted reality intertwined by light and shadow, and the flow rate of time is extremely chaotic, ten times, a hundred times, or even tens of millions of times... No one can measure it, because it is always in an elusive change," Saratas shook his head slowly, "Listen, I am only sadder than you. If there is a way, I will do anything."

Azshara was in great pain.

"This is a disaster he has brought, and he can only bear it himself. Don't do stupid things anymore. Apart from praying that he can bring blessings in disguise, we can no longer bear any mistakes, otherwise it will inevitably lead to even more terrible consequences. Come on, you still have a lot to learn about the timeline..." Saratas also knew that he shouldn't be too harsh on Azshara, and his face gradually softened, "Do you still remember what I said last time?"

"Um."

...

At the same time, Angma also arrived at Surama City. Seeing the scene in the middle of the city, he couldn't help but lit up.
Chapter completed!