Rise of the blood elves

494【Angmar's Promise】

In the small courtyard, the suffocating kiss finally came to an end.

"You hurt me."

When she retracted her soft, boneless hand, Elisande, who was panting slightly, said timidly.

Angmar suddenly woke up and realized that he was completely immersed in a confusing sensory experience.His left hand was caressing the back of the girl's neck, and his right hand tightly hugged the slender waist, trying to hold the girl towards him.

He let go of the girl, but the girl didn't let go of him.

This girl showed her side as the leader of the Nightborne for future generations. She was clumsy but could not resist, and became more and more proficient in a very short period of time until she was completely dominant.

Angmar can subdue the origin of order, can withstand the extreme pain of his body repeatedly mutating into stone, and can control the two completely opposite origin forces in his body with a firm will. If he is willing, he can clear his mind and regain consciousness in an instant

But that's not necessary, is it?

A silk thread that was crystal clear in the sun hung between the lips of the two of them. The two of them were face to face, looking at each other quietly.

At this time, Elisande has turned back into that petite little girl.She has delicate facial features, some light freckles on both sides of her nose, her pretty face is flushed, and her bright and clear eyes are not timid at all. She knows what she is doing.

The pair of little rabbits pressing against Angmar's chest were rising and falling, constantly washing away his will.It's rare to be confused, so Angama didn't speak out to break the silence, but quietly admired this pretty face with a youthful air.

Elisander blinked and said softly: "It's obviously only the second time I see you, but because of those real dreams, when you stand in front of me, I don't feel strange at all."

Angmar gradually recovered his wandering thoughts.

Elisande's dream can no longer be called a dream.

He knows how terrifying Elisande's magical talent is. Those with this talent all have matching thinking abilities and superhuman mental strength. How can they be unable to distinguish between dreams and reality and be changed by dreams? perceptions of real people

It’s definitely a talent for timing.

"In the dream, you took care of me like my father," Elisande bit her lip slightly, her eyes slightly blurred, her temperament suddenly changed in an instant, exuding a fatal temptation, "But this is the opposite. It makes me feel more excited.”

Angmar suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

Elisande, you're just a child. Well, you seem to be almost an adult, but that's not what you should be.

"In the dream, you told me a lot about history and things about this world. Soon, the ancient war that will destroy this land will come. You will train me to be the best mage and let me shoulder heavy responsibilities. Can I move to your place? That would be more convenient."

Having said that, there was no doubt in his tone.

At the beginning of the exchange, Elisande was clearly confiding, and Angmar could feel the vulnerability between the lines, and couldn't help but feel a sense of care.

But after just a few words, Elisande quickly took over the dominant position just like when they kissed each other. She was extremely confident, as if she had thought everything through in an instant.

The uniqueness of "Grand Magister Elisande" has begun to show at this time.

Angmar said sternly: "Ellie, don't you think you are too gullible? Do I have any evil intentions? If I saved you three years ago, I had other plans. You shouldn't be like this."

In his mind, it was still difficult to distinguish Elisande from that smart, lively little girl who was deeply dependent on him and needed to be taken care of by himself.

"Oh, you are a bad person." Elisande licked his lips, "Then how are you going to harm me?"

Angmar gaped.

"You are embarrassed. You are actually in the embarrassment dream. You always act like you know everything and are omnipotent." Elisande chuckled, and the teasing intention disappeared instantly, and she was filled with youthful atmosphere. , making the whole courtyard light up.

Angmar laughed dumbly and shook his head.

The rays of the morning sun shone on the earth, feeling Elisande's unreserved trust, but Angmar felt strange in her heart.

He was originally worried about how he would re-establish a stable relationship with this little girl after three years.But now, all the explanations I had thought of before were useless.Faced with this "incomparably powerful stranger", Elisander, who was as clear as a mirror, did not have the slightest bit of confusion or worry, and the two people's positions were completely reversed.

Instead, Angmar became the confused one.

Could it be that Elisande believed that it was no accident that she could become a leader and one of the most extraordinary mages of the night elves.

This is good, it saves a lot of trouble.But unknowingly, Angmar found that his hand was on Elisande's waist again, and it was probably going to develop in an unpredictable direction.

Smiling, Elisande seemed to have remembered something, and his expression suddenly became serious, "You know, in the dream, you, who had insight into the mysteries of time, even told me many things about Titans and the Void. But you Never tell me what happened between us, no matter now or in the future, you will never leave me, right?"

Angmar looked at Elisande with a smile.

He didn't know at first that he would go back to ancient times and become the prophet he is today.Because the Nightborne are a group and force that cannot be ignored in Azeroth, he has learned about the status of this potential ally many times.

All known situations are no different from official history.Especially the leader of the Nightborne, "Grand Magister Elisande".

When he first returned to ancient times, he gradually had some questions as he adopted young Elisande as his adopted daughter.She clearly influenced Elisande's growth, but why is there no difference between her in later generations and the official history?

Faced with the fact that the Orcs were actually the vanguard troops corrupted and enslaved by the Burning Legion during the First and Second Wars, even during the Third War, the Burning Legion came to the world again, and the choices they made remained the same.

They passively avoided fighting, and even turned a deaf ear to the night elves' pleas for help during the Battle of Mount Hyjal.The key is that the request for help was sent by me as a prophet.

It was then that Angmar noticed something was wrong.

When the Battle of Mount Hyjal broke out, he already knew that he would eventually cross the barriers of time and return to ancient times and become a prophet respected by all races, but he knew nothing about his adoption of young Elisande as his adopted daughter. Know.

But the person who experienced it personally, "Grand Magister Elisande", knew it, so why would he ignore her? She should never have failed to discover that the "prophet" who led the tribes to fight against the demon army at Mount Hyjal was exactly 1 years ago. The adoptive father who rescued him from Zuldazar.

At that time, Angmar was very worried that something had happened between him and Elisande.

But now that he has returned to ancient times for the second time and his understanding of the timeline has become more complete, he finally understands. The reason why Elisande turned a deaf ear to his request for help 1 years later was all because of his own instructions.

She must not have allowed her to do that.

"Little Eli," Angmar looked directly into the girl's eyes, "I crossed the barrier of time and came to Suramar City again just to find you and make up for my past mistakes. This time I will not leave you again. Yes, this is my promise.”

As he spoke, Angmar's heart ached.He can accompany Elisande, but for the world situation to remain as he knew it before he returned to ancient times, he cannot change the fact that the Children of the Night will inevitably appear.

This meant that he had to watch as Elisande degenerated from a night elf into a nightborne who lived by sipping the magic of the nightwell created by the Eye of Aman'Thul.

"No, I promise" he sighed softly.

"Can you please stop calling me Little Avery? I'm not little anymore, and I'm not your adopted daughter. I think you need to re-examine our relationship."

Within the range of perception, more and more night elves from Suramar City have gathered near the three-way intersection, looking at themselves from a distance, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Angmar frowned.

The good atmosphere was ruined by these uninvited guests.