Although the Aspect Dragons and Arthas changed the location of the ambush to the Tomb of Sargeras, this raised a new problem. To control the Tomb of Sargeras, they must need a suitable springboard. Ken
"The tomb sank at the bottom of the sea. During the Second War, Gul'dan raised it again."
Malygos stretched out his right hand and used arcane magic to create a clear three-dimensional map. "If I remember correctly, it was part of Suramar City ten thousand years ago."
"Suramar, I haven't heard this name for a long time..." Alexstrasza looked a little nostalgic. Even a giant dragon would admire the prosperous Kaldorei Empire ten thousand years ago. Incomparable.
It was a miracle, a magical miracle built on the well of eternity, the pearl of Azeroth, a glorious era that could not be copied and would never have the chance to be repeated again.
"The city has not been destroyed, but the bridge connecting the original Temple of Elune was broken during the Great Schism," Ysera said about the recent situation, "We should go look for those old Kador The remnants of Thunder, but part of Suramar’s city was surrounded by a huge magic barrier after the Great Schism.”
"Magic barrier?" Malygos looked a little confused. He frowned and asked, "Why have I never found that there is a magic barrier that is enough to cover the entire city?"
The magic network nodes that are enough to support such a huge shield will never escape Malygos's eyes, but the magic network in Suramar does not seem to be used on a large scale. At least now Malygos feels that Sura Most of Mar's ley lines are in a natural state of silence. Ken
"It's the Eye of Aman'Thul, a creation artifact left over from the Titan era. The magical energy contained in it allowed them to set up a shield that lasted for ten thousand years, and they also used it to recreate a well of water to satisfy their needs. Their need for magic.”
Arthas' timely explanation made Malygos understand the whole story. The Blue Dragon King shook his head slightly, "These elves, whether they are high elves or high elves, will always live in the shadow of the Well of Eternity. It seems that they don't build a well." It’s like water can’t keep them alive.”
But this cannot be blamed on the elves. The Well of Eternity has had a profound influence on them, and their preference for magic well water may be innate.
"Now the question is, how do we get the elves of Suramar to open their 'turtle shells' and convince them to provide us with conveniences?"
Malygos's intention when he said this was obvious. He didn't want to waste time with Suramar's senior management. This matter can be said to be a race against time. If time was wasted and delayed, then Azeroth would into a very disadvantageous situation.
Therefore, in the Spellweaver's view, simply breaking through violently to make the elves surrender is the way to go at the moment.
He focused on his two sisters, Ysera and Alexstrasza, who were the two most likely to oppose his ideas. Ken
But what surprised Malygos was that neither Ysera nor Alexstrasza had any intention of rejecting his suggestion. Nozdormu said, "We have no power to order the elves of Suramar to help us fight, but If they're not willing to make some compromises, they're sending our world into an abyss."
Arthas knew very well that the leader of Suramar, Grand Magister Elisande, could be said to be a model of hard-nosed rather than soft-spoken. If you reason with her, she will talk to you about fists. Only your fists are big enough. Only if you are tough enough can you make the arrogant Great Mage surrender.
If he wants to further realize his plan, Kil'jaeden and the Burning Legion must be frustrated again to stop them from returning to Azeroth in a short time.
"Let me go and talk to Elisande. She may agree to unlock Suramar's magic shield, but not necessarily."
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"Grand Magister, why is the supply of magic power in Dark Night Well becoming increasingly tight? If this continues, a large number of civilians will become weak or even die because they cannot get enough magic power!" Ken
Chief Arcanist Thalyssra once again raised questions about the current supply and distribution of magic power. There are only a few nobles in the city, but they enjoy abundant magic power rations, while the majority of civilians can only rely on a meager amount of Dark Nightwell magic power. Alleviates the need for magic.
"We need more magic power to maintain the shield. Thalyssra. As the chief arcanist, you should be very aware of the importance of the barrier. Any citizen of Suramar will be willing to pay a small... price for it. "Ellisande's expression remained unmoved, as if this matter concerning the lives and deaths of countless civilians was insignificant to her.
"Yes, the barrier requires a lot of magic power, but ten thousand years have passed since the Great Schism, and our spies have also proved that the external environment has stabilized. Why do we still maintain this barrier? And those nobles, even if The amount of magic wine supplied to them was insufficient—"
"Thalissra!"
Elisande raised her voice and interrupted Thalyssra's speech. The arcanist looked stunned and realized that he was a little over-emotional and said something he shouldn't have said, and immediately lowered his head.
"Okay, Thalyssra, I'm tired. Let's end today's conversation here." Elisande glanced at his chief arcanist and lost interest in continuing the conversation.
Thalyssra has bothered her many times about this problem, and Elisande is also very troubled by this persistent subordinate, but she still needs Thalyssra to balance the relationship between nobles and commoners for her, otherwise she would have long ago Relegating Thalyssra to an ordinary arcanist is out of sight and out of mind. Ken
After Thalyssra left, Elisande felt inexplicably upset, but because she had just received an annoying subordinate, she didn't think much about it.
Thalyssra left the Night Fortress and felt exhausted physically and mentally after returning to her job.
Chief Teleporter Oculus noticed something was wrong with his colleague. He fiddled with his magic props and said, "What's wrong? Another trouble?"
"Stop teasing me, Oculus." Thalyssra rubbed her temples with both hands, looking tired.
"Haha, the Grand Magister will not take your advice," Oculus stopped what he was doing and looked directly at Thalyssra, "You'd better take it easy, I don't want to have to go out to help you one day. .”
"I don't want to either, but I don't want people to suffer from addiction every day." Thalyssra looked at the various investigation and report documents piled up on her desk, with indescribable sadness and powerlessness in her eyes.
These are the reports obtained by her spies from secret investigations throughout the process. They describe how the nobles of Suramar sang and danced to achieve peace, and while whitewashing the peace, they knocked the common people to their bones and sucked their marrow. Ken
"If those nobles have less magic power, at most they will hold fewer gatherings, but if those common people lack these magic powers, they will really die because of it!" Thalyssra understood that her opinion was against the interests of all nobles. But her conscience prevented her from doing it.
She could only place her hope on the Grand Magister. Only the Grand Magister could make the nobles give up their arrogant and luxurious life. Moreover, Thalyssra also believed that what the Grand Magister was doing now was just a helpless move. Waiting for the Grand Magister to make his decision On the day of decision-making, everything will be fine.
hope so……
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