On the way back, a void ray finally couldn't hold on any longer.

There is nothing we can do about this. There is a short distance between Shattrath City and Galadar. After setting off from Shattrath City, these two poor flying mounts hardly got any rest. Arriving at Galadar

After that, we only stayed for half an hour and then started on the way home again.

Angmar's void ray is okay, but the void ray ridden by Yrel not only has to bear the weight of the draenei, which is far greater than that of the blood elves, but also the extremely thick holy armor, which has not yet flown.

At the border between Nagrand and Terokkar Forest, my physical strength was almost exhausted.

So Yrel had to take off his armor and ride on a void ray with Angmar.

only……

It was Yrel who was behind and holding the reins to control the mount, while Angmar sat in front. After all, the little girl was much taller than him, and if he sat in front, he wouldn't be able to see anything.

So there was a scene like this. Against the backdrop of a starry sky that was difficult to distinguish between day and night, a Draenei held a blood elf in his arms and drove away on a poor void ray that was flying lower and harder.

Looking at the forest line from far to near, Angmar couldn't help but sigh: "Not long ago, I held you in my arms and rode a void horse to travel through the universe. How long has passed, and the little girl I once was...

He’s grown so big.”

"Teacher, your definition of 'not long ago' seems a little different," Yrel responded with a smile, "It's obviously been a thousand years."

Angmar sighed: "For 1.3 million years, fighting the same same war at the end of the same universe without sleep will always make people's minds unclear. You know, if I stay in Ai properly,

Xerath, maybe he has children now."

Yrel looked back to make sure that the void ray following him was not lost, and replied: "Whose child? Maiev? Azshara?"

The years at the end of the universe are always lonely. When the little girl grew up, Angmar told her many things about Azeroth. For example...she had many aunts.

Yrel blinked and continued: "As we get closer to the origin, it will become more and more difficult to have children. I don't think you, teacher, can achieve the achievement of 'sons and daughters in groups' in just ten thousand years.

Unless you can bear the cost of losing part of your strength without giving birth to a child. By the way, didn’t you say that in the original history, you and Maiev would have had a child? I’m very curious about how you bypassed the rules of the universe.

restricted."

"I'm also very surprised about this. But maybe it's because of 'Elune's blessing'."

Hearing this, Yrel was confused and said: "You always talk about Elune, what exactly is Elune?"

Angmar thought deeply: "Perhaps it is the projection of the Titan Soul of Azeroth on Ms. White. I feel like this. After I finish dealing with the matter here, I will go and verify this guess."

Yirel nodded and suddenly asked: "By the way, teacher, how did you prevent them from being jealous of each other?"

"Um?"

…

A few hours later, the two returned to Shattrath City.

When Angmar left Shattrath, the top leaders of the major forces in the outer world had already gathered in the Holy Light Square at the call of Adal to discuss the matter of joining forces to attack Shadowmoon Valley.

Half a year ago, under the influence of the butterfly effect caused by the arrival of Kael'thas and a group of Dalaran senior officials, with the emergence of the draenei, the arrival of A'dal and other naaru, and the recovery of Shattrath City, Outland

Many forces that share the same hatred and stand on the same front will definitely join forces to fight against the Burning Legion army occupying Shadowmoon Valley and other places. Even without Angmar, this is an inevitable trend in the history of Outland.

Danaus Trollbane, who is now the commander of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, came from the Honor Keep with several members of the Sons of Lothar on griffins. Velen, the leader of the Draenei, also appeared in front of the crowd.

.Besides them, there is also Voretal, the leader of the astrologers...

Even Akama of the Broken Ones came and was standing next to Velen, talking closely with him.

"prophet."

"Lord Angmar."

Seeing Angmar approaching, everyone greeted him.

There are people who don't know Angmar, and their eyes are full of curiosity, such as Danath Trollbane. He only heard about this "prophet" from Khadgar not long ago.

Not to mention the shocking truths pieced together from ancient legends. As soon as this prophet came, he didn't even understand the battle situation, troop strength and supply problems in each war zone, and asked everyone to launch a general attack on Shadowmoon Valley.

Everyone still complied with this proposal, which puzzled him very much.

Of course, some people are very emotional.

Velen looked at Angmar who was walking quietly, bowed slightly and saluted, and said: "Prophet, I never thought that fate would bring me in front of you again."

"Velen." Angmar nodded to him.

The last time the two met was in Argus. At that time, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde had already accepted the olive branch extended by Sargeras and were immersed in the beautiful universe picture promised by the latter. It was An

Gemar, K'urei and other naaru helped Velen gather his followers and escape from Argus.

What made Angmar unexpected was that he actually saw a familiar figure in the crowd. Illidan folded his huge wings and squatted in the corner, keeping a long distance from other people. It seemed that the attendees

He was also quite resistant to him, and no one got too close to him.

"Long time no see, teacher," a smile appeared on Illidan's lips, "Are you surprised to see me?"

Half a year ago, or more than 1.3 million years ago, Angmar, who was still ignorant of the mystery of time, had not yet returned to ancient times. And Illidan was using the magic of the Nightwell to

The Burning Legion's particularly powerful offensive artifact, the Eye of Sargeras, bombarded Northrend, severely damaging the Lich King and the Scourge, and gave the world a precious breathing space.

The hundreds of night elf followers beside him came to the Outland through Dalaran's teleportation channel and have been missing since then.

During these more than 1.3 million years, Angmar always felt worried whenever he thought about this period of history.

The identity of the Son of Light and Darkness has changed from Illidan to him. And the true meaning of this identity has also been sublimated like never before - a Naaru clan that transcends the six original powers of the universe and fills the void of the origin of light.

Exceeding the void of existence at the level of Titan and Lord of the Void, tracing back to the beginning of the collision of light and darkness, he is the true "son of light and darkness" who brings balance to the entire universe.

Although he believed in Illidan's ability, he couldn't help but worry that due to changes in history, the Naga clan and blood elf followers no longer existed, which meant that Illidan would not be able to perform astonishing feats as in the official history.

"It's true," Angmar shook his head and said, "I want to find you after this. Why are you here?"

"How could you do something like attacking the Burning Legion without me? So, as soon as I heard that you appeared in Shattrath City, I rushed over immediately." Illidan replied.

Angmar asked: "Where have you been during this time?"

"Ah... I established a stronghold in the hidden place of Shadowmoon Valley. I kill demons every day and study my idea of ​​a demon hunter... My life is pretty good."

"Oh?" Angmar asked curiously, "Did you succeed?"

Illidan curled his lips and said, "It can be considered a success. Unfortunately, few people can survive the ritual that I created to seal the demon into the body. There are also very few people who have a firm will that is not affected by the chaotic nature of the demon."

"If your way of being a demon hunter flourishes in the future, it will always need a name. Have you decided on a name for this organization?" Angmar asked with a smile.

"Organization?" Illidan laughed dumbly, "Let's build a scale first before talking about things that are boundless."

"How about just calling me Illidari?"

"Illidari?" The two flames in Illidan's eye sockets lit up slightly, "'Servants of Illidan'? Come on, Prophet, I thought you would name them 'Angmar Rei'."

"Oh, that's not possible. This name already belongs to someone." Angmar smiled and glanced at Yrel next to him.

Angmarre is the name of his glorious Guards Corps in the Legion of Light.

"Well, since you're here, I won't say more. Are you ready to attack the Dark Temple?"

"Of course. I can't wait to kill that Abyss Lord." Illidan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and stood up from the corner. This caused several people nearby to stand calmly and far away, "I heard...

…You came from Azeroth. Tyrande…is she okay?”

"What's the point of me saying whether she is good or not? After this war is over, you should go back and ask her yourself." After Angmar finished speaking, he turned to the venue and secretly sighed for Illidan's infatuation.
Chapter completed!