The word redemption made Sylvanas instinctively feel disgusted.

It was as if the other party believed from the bottom of his heart that she and her Forgotten Ones, the free undead who suffered a fate far more terrible than death, were the most pitiable people in the world, and they didn't even know where to go from now on.

but……

This was an irrefutable fact. She did not refute, she just knocked down Angmar's hand on her chin and waited quietly for the other party's next words.

"The Void will never give up its desire to poison the material universe. Without the Scourge, and the Old Gods, without the Old Gods, and the Burning Legion, even if we eliminate all threats within sight, in the end,

The moment will come quietly. For Azeroth, the most special planet in the universe, the catastrophe will never end. I can provide you with a path, Sylvanas, a path to understand the mysteries of the universe and how to survive.

The path of truth." Angmar said.

"You came to me again and again and took the trouble to tell me your ideas. What is your purpose? Am I really of such great use to you now?" Sylvanas' expression was still cold and her tone was cold.

But it has relaxed a lot.

"Usage value?" Angmar shook his head, "No, it can be said to be almost zero."

"That……"

"Because you are Sylvanas Windrunner."

With that said, Angmar put a magic stone flowing with golden energy into Sylvanas's hand, "If you figure it out, you can come to me. Whether it is before the Northern Expedition or after the Northern Expedition, as long as you think about it,

It’s clear, any time is fine.”

After saying that, he held onto Sylvanas's waist, pushed her aside with a little force, then opened the door and walked out.

The moment the warm palm touched her cold skin, Sylvanas's body suddenly tensed up, and it didn't relax until long after Angmar left.

She stared blankly at the candlelight that dispersed the darkness in the room, unable to control herself for a long time.

"Salvation..."

…

After leaving the Undercity, Angmar returned to Quel'Thalas.

Returning to Azeroth is to solve everything.

The conflict between the coalition forces of the various tribes and the Forgotten Ones has been resolved, and the Northern Expedition is within sight. However, a war of this scale is very rare in the history of Azeroth, and the tribes participating in the Northern Expedition have never had such experience.

.

There are hundreds of thousands of elite troops from multiple races. Not only do the command levels need to be adjusted, but the materials and armaments that need to be prepared before the war are also a terrifying astronomical figure. Not to mention, they also need to send out vanguard troops to attack the Scourge in Northrend.

Deploy a comprehensive reconnaissance, and after comprehensively considering many factors such as routes, hydrological conditions, topography and landforms, select the most perfect location to build an advance base as the base camp for the attack on Icecap Glacier.

All this work does not happen overnight and is extremely laborious.

In fact, Angmar could have summoned its own direct troops.

The invincible legion that he selected from the countless humanoid races saved by the Legion of Light over the past 1.3 million years. They have gone through the baptism of war and killed countless demons and void creatures at one time.

In this war with the Burning Legion and the forces of the Void, he honed his iron will and made great achievements in battle, shocking the material universe, and even able to compete head-on with Sargeras' most elite demonic troops.

Whether it is the Scourge, the Qiraji under C'Thun, or Yogg-Saron who has recovered a little in the past ten thousand years and N'Zoth lurking in the deep sea, facing this invincible army

, there will be no power to fight back.

But he was not prepared to do this, nor did he want to bring the Legion of Light's war philosophy, which was undoubtedly countless times more advanced than Azeroth's, into the world.

Doing so will only make the races of Azeroth become followers who follow suit step by step, instead of becoming the leader who has infinite potential due to the existence of the Titan's star soul and can lead the material universe to fight against the end of time.

Azeroth needs training and hardening. And the best touchstone is undoubtedly the subsequent catastrophes.

"When are we going to Blackrock Tower?" Onyxia asked again as she walked on the path leading to the Whispering Pool.

After dealing with the affairs of the coalition forces, she simply left the task of clearing up the negative impact on the Kingdom of Stormwind to a few of her subordinates, while she followed Angmar in human form with peace of mind, chasing after him all day long.

He kept asking when he would go to Blackrock Spire to rescue Nefarian, and when he would go to Deepholm to meet his father.

"I understand your urgency," Angmar replied helplessly, "but there are so many things, I have to deal with them one by one, my 'Her Royal Highness'."

"But you are wasting your time. Shouldn't you be on your way to Suramar City to prepare for the war against the Qiraji?" Onyxia said dissatisfied.

After being purified...or in other words, after abandoning darkness and turning to light, Onyxia became more and more eager for Angmar to rescue her father, mother, brother, and her tribe from the clutches of madness.

Only when you have personally experienced the feeling of being in the company of darkness, with the dark whispers of the ancient gods lingering in your ears all the time, can you understand how terrifying this is.

"Angmar?"

Before Angmar could answer, he heard an extremely familiar voice not far away. A young, beautiful, and energetic girl ran over quickly, bumped into his arms, and was out of breath.

The ground started to cry.

"When His Highness the Prince sent the news, we couldn't believe it. You...you are finally back! Where have you been?"

There is only one person in this world who is so worried about Angmar.

Angmar gently patted his sister Leia on the back, turned her head and gave Onyxia a helpless look, as if to say, "Look, this is not a waste of time."

As the magic power circulated, Angmar's withered and white hair instantly returned to its original golden color, and the depth in his eyes disappeared, turning him back into the young blood elf.

After finishing all this, he said apologetically to his sister who had raised him since childhood: "Actually, I just went to another world for a while. There is no way to communicate with this side, so you worry about me in vain.

Sorry. I promise I will never do this again."

"You are really, you don't know how long we have been looking for you, but your father is too thin to look like." Leah raised her head and touched Angmar's face, and said with a bit of complaint.

"Are you dressed like this?" Angmar noticed that Leah was wearing an emerald green robe, but she had never liked this color. It should be said that no high (blood) elf liked it.

"I am now a Druid apprentice!" Leah said proudly.

"Druid?" Angmar pretended to be surprised. In fact, he had heard about this from Azshara.

"Well," Leia nodded, "after you left, the magisters set up a permanent teleportation circle in Silvermoon City leading to Mount Hyjal. Many night elves' druids came to help us.

Researching how to clean up the corruption caused by the Death Mark and restore life to the Eversong Forest and the Land of Ghosts. Istaria has always been with me. Following them, I learned a lot... Istaria

Ya said, I am very talented in this area."

"That's great!" Angmar was sincerely happy for her sister. Blood Elf Druid...how incredible.

In the original history, due to the natural energy spurt caused by the cataclysm, even the most corrupted plague lands recovered a certain degree of vitality. If they had the help of night elves, demigods, and even the green dragon clan, this scene might not have been possible.

Cannot happen in Quel'Thalas earlier.

Watching the scene of the sister and brother reuniting, Onyxia felt mixed emotions in her heart. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was really envious.

At this time, Leia finally noticed Onyxia standing aside. Seeing such a human woman with a bumpy figure and pretty appearance walking with her younger brother, her eyes lit up, and she inevitably guessed something.

High elves despise humans, but not absolutely. At least Leah never discriminates against humans.

"Angemar, this is..."

Angma hurriedly introduced the two of them: "Oh, this is Oni, my companion. Oni, this is my sister."

"Hello, Leia, I often hear Angmar mention you." Onyxia came back to her senses and shook hands with Leia in a very reserved manner.

The beaming Leah was extremely satisfied with this "Oni", "Ah, hello, hello... You're all here, so let's stay and have a meal together. I'm going to Qingfeng Village to buy groceries.

.”

"Wow, you cook by yourself? That's great! After being away for so long, what I miss the most is the bread you baked with your own hands," Angma echoed with a smile, "Oni, stay here."

Onyxia didn't answer immediately. Although she didn't express her thoughts, it was obvious that she didn't want to do this. She didn't know whether it was because she was embarrassed to disturb the family who had finally reunited, or because she was moved by the situation and thought of herself.

But in the end, under Leah's sincere eyes, she nodded.

…

The group of people returned to the Whispering Pool together.

Angmar's adoptive father, the former magister Anselon, known as his guide, opened a class here, adhering to the concept of teaching without distinction, for civilian apprentices who are quite talented but cannot afford the high tuition fees of magic schools.

Provide free magic education.

For this reason, this former magister, who resolutely resigned from all positions due to the gradual political corruption of the magister community, almost spent all his small savings. When Angmar and Leia were young, their families could be said to be poor.

Anselon has taught many talented mages. Some of them have been recruited as advanced apprentices by the Royal Academy of Magic in Fasselin, which enjoys royal funding. Some have been favored by Anselon's old friends and colleagues and taken as assistants, and some have even joined.

The military became the military mage accompanying the Eversong Ranger, guarding the front line against the Amani trolls on the southeastern border.

Although Anselon is far from being called the world's richest mages, at least among the young mages of this generation working in the kingdom, there are many who are civilian apprentices taught by him.

After Angmar rose to fame and became the Grand Magister of Quel'Thalas, and was specifically responsible for the Sunwell Temple, which was extremely important to the people, Anselon's situation also changed dramatically.

He already had superhuman teaching abilities, and after gaining the attention of Prince Kael'thas, he became a celebrity in the magic education world. The prince even hoped to allocate funds to build a magic academy and ask him to be the dean, but he

He politely declined.

He gave up the luxurious mansion that the royal family had specially built for himself on the Sunwell Heights of Quel'Danas Island, and continued to return to the Whispering Pool to teach his skills to civilian apprentices who were interested in becoming mages.

When father and son meet, it is inevitable that they will have a long conversation.

As Leah said, Anselon lost a lot of weight, which made his already thin face more angular and looked more stern. But when he saw his adopted son returning safely, he was so happy that he couldn't help but smile. It was a rare gift.

All the apprentices took a day off and took Angmar back home to chat.

On the other hand, "Oni", under Leah's warm invitation, took the public chocobo car that came and went every half hour to Qingfeng Village to buy groceries. After returning, the two of them cooked and worked together.

Got up.
To be continued...