Saratas replied: "Yes, there's nothing wrong anyway. Just come here to take a vacation and accompany you to enjoy the snow."

Angma laughed in silence.

Now that all the ancient gods are killed, it is only a matter of time to completely restore the Guardian system, let alone the Watcher.

Azeroth's future will surely improve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For them, compared with the ancient gods, the war with the Scourge is just a playhouse. So what about millions of undead? Even the guardians who have recovered have hundreds of ways to purify the mere plague in this small land. The related issues are not even hard for Angma and Sarataslau.

Saratas is right. It is indeed no different from relaxing when he comes to Northrend. Angma, who used to think of this, always felt unrealistic when he thought of it. After all, he was just a person who was drifting with the waves of history, but now he is at the peak of this world.

"When?" Angma asked.

"It's time. The mages are debugging Surama's teleportation nodes, and we can reach Northrend within an hour. Recently, a group of recruits from the mainstream night elves who know nothing, just follow your Angmarrei to practice troops." Saratas's answer was very light.

If the Lich King knew that he was invincible in the official history and repeatedly brought disasters to the world, the Scourge Legion was now regarded as a tool like a sandbag by the transcendent organization above Azeroth. I don’t know if he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"But there is one more thing..." Saratas said, "It is also for the purpose of treating the Death Wings... and training troops by the way."

After thinking about it, Angmarillo understood it.

Since losing more than ten years ago by the hands of the four dragon kings who have recovered their full strength due to the damage of the dragon soul, the Wings of Death have escaped into the deep rock continent and hidden, which can be said to be very miserable.

The Deep Rock Continent was created by the Guardians, the plane that was originally used to imprison the ancient gods' slave earth element, just like the wall of the sky and the land of fire, independent of the main plane of Azeroth.

But not long ago, Illidan used the Eye of Sargeras to bombard Northrend, accidentally loosening the barrier between the main plane and the element plane, causing the land to travel relatively easily.

Although with the means of Angma and Saratas, there is no need to use this insignificant convenience. However, it is still a shortcut to the deep rock continent.

after all……

The two of them didn't go, it was someone else's going.

Now that the power of the ancient gods has been eliminated, there are at best two or three big cats and kittens beside the Wings of Death. After all, this is the family matter of the Five Colored Dragon Clan. In the final analysis, it still has to be solved by the family members.

"Okay," Angma nodded, "Then I'll wait for you here. Last time I went to Storm Cliff, there was a place that was very suitable for picnics. By the way, bring some wine from the tavern in the northeast corner of Surama City. In ancient times, I always thought that the wine from that house was delicious."

"Okay, okay, when I go, I'll bring you a few bottles..."

...

Communication was interrupted, and Angma couldn't help but smile.

In recent times, there is really nothing to be busy with. So just go to the end of the universe and enjoy this last happy time.

A huge fire has been lit in the wilderness in the distance, and a wave of heat hits the face. The flames of the red dragon will burn out all evil and filth. Hundreds of thousands of dead corpses are purified in the fire of life, and the rolling black smoke rises into the sky.

One by one, the free souls who had escaped eternal enslavement, rose into the sky with the black smoke with relief, and disappeared under the guidance of some kind of force. However, Angma could see that they all entered the land of shadows and found their final destination.

The leaders of the coalition forces of various clans did not talk too much with Angma, and went down the tower to deal with military affairs. After all, a coalition forces of nearly 100,000 people always had problems that needed to be processed.

A hero like Alessandros Moglani, the messenger of the Ashes, who should have charged on the front line, had to stay in the rear to take charge, which was enough to show the busyness of affairs.

In the sea of ​​fire, Angelmarre was not afraid of the high temperature and returned with the flames. The holy light on the armor and the flames shone together, which really had the slightest smell of an invincible teacher.

The soldiers of the coalition forces of various tribes were also treating the wounded and clearing the battlefield. After this battle, they would be smooth all the way. The walls that lie in front of the Ice Crown Fortress were nothing at all, and even with Angelmarre, it would be difficult to delay the coalition forces' marching speed.

The Lich King will live in a few days.

Of course, this is not an issue that Angma needs to care about.

What he needs to care about is whether to have a picnic with Saratas first, or Azshara, or the family, and call Alisandmaway and the others.

But this is to avoid being jealous of each other, but it is embarrassing to sit together. After all, he doesn't have the courage to be in love with Azshara in front of Saratas.

"Ah... every family has a difficult sutra to recite." Angma couldn't help but sigh deeply, remembering the ancient and supreme quotes summarized by countless predecessors before traveling through time.

Sometimes...

Too much may not be a good thing, so you can only feel pain and be happy.

Heavy footsteps came from behind, and Angma knew without looking back that Eriel had climbed the tower.

"How is it?" Angma asked.

"It's okay, it's quite boring. Before I even finished warming up, the undead died." Eriel replied with his shoulders movable.

"This is not the most elite unit of the Scourge. Next, your aunt Saratas will send a group of recruits. You are responsible for leading them to serve as a forward with Angel Marrey. How about breaking into the Ice Crown Fortress?"

"Of course it's okay," Eriel happily agreed, "Isn't that what I planned? I just want to return to the Holy Light Legion as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, you will suffer. The recruits don't know anything. Treat them well, otherwise they will not be able to adapt to the high-intensity war at the end of the universe. By the way, after you get the Prison of the Determination, you will definitely bring it back to me intact, don't tear it for me."

Iriel was confused, "Crown of the Domination? Is it the Lich King's helmet? What am I doing to tear that thing?"

"It's just for it to be brought back intact," Angma turned and walked down the tower, instructing, "If Sylvanas, the Forgotten Banshee King, wanted to borrow it and watch it, just give it to her, and she had always wanted to learn more about the knowledge of the Necromancer. But be careful and don't let her get angry and tear her down."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go for a picnic with your aunts."
Chapter completed!