The pain subsided as quickly as it appeared, but it did not make it any easier. Visions flashed before my eyes, and each one was more terrible than the last, although I could not see any of them completely. Battles, dead bodies of elves, armies of creatures so vile that my mind could never imagine them. Perhaps this is the punishment of the Source and these pictures were supposed to deprive me of my mind?How stupid I was that I thought that I would be the exception in a series of idiots who tried to draw water from this lake. Madness, as a response to what happened to me, was the most reasonable explanation, but one thought forced me to pull myself together and force myself to act, temporarily pushing back the visions obscuring my consciousness. A memory of why I came here and what would happen if I was found with water from the Well in my hands.That thought was enough to pull myself together. Without delaying any longer, although preparing for the worst, I again lowered the phial i
Chapter 2Dat'RemarHe was sitting at the table of his study, and for some time now he had been waiting for the arrival of a guest. Alas, the guest hesitated and was in no hurry to start a conversation, successfully hiding from view. Even very successful, if you forget about the artifacts and spells that protected the estate and already at the penetration stage reported the intruder. Fortunately, at the same time they pointed out the identity of the visitor.*"Illidan, how much longer will you be standing there?" Still, Dath'Remar couldn't help but ask the question and listen with pleasure to the scolding that was his answer.Why was he completely calm about his life and health? He just knew Illidan too well. This elf was incredibly straightforward and stubborn in his principles. He is faithful to his friends, but at the same time he is closed and even unsociable, which is why his friends could be counted on the fingers of one hand. And he preferred to tell the truth or remain silent,
I sat right on the floor of the room and carved runes on the barrel with a knife. Why on a barrel? Because it was much more capacious than the phial.Actually, this was my deal with my conscience and the opportunity to do at least something myself. No matter how much I thought about the battle at the portal, which was supposed to end with a split in the world, I could not find a solution that would not have risk. Everything was very shaky. Yes, I have found an ally, I have no doubts about that. Remar will soon receive confirmation of my words and will contact those elves whom he trusts. I have no doubt that he will be able to do this quite discreetly from everyone. For all the time of our friendship, he has shown himself to be quite a smart and quirky elf, and now, when so much is at stake, he simply has to cope. However, will this be enough to keep the world intact?I didn't know too much to be sure. What is the position of the dragons? They have always looked down on the kaldorei wi
The following days passed surprisingly calmly, so to speak about a life spent behind enemy lines. At the same time, a lot of time was spent in arranging my shelter, the safety of the contents of which seriously began to weigh me down. Fortunately, Remar provided materials for artifacts at the first word, and I didn’t need much, just to dampen the paranoia that required at least some kind of protection. Otherwise, I was still immersed in the study of new knowledge and training, only once interrupting the established daily routine and visiting Soeril, my former mentor.Persuading him to leave the capital was not an easy task, especially since I did not consider it possible to reveal any details. Yet he was a student of Kerantil and could try to verify my words by questioning his former mentor. The weak point, which they managed to put pressure on, was the young wife of Soeril. At the mention of the danger that threatened her, too, the previously adamant mentor seriously thought, and aft
In a huge hall, the walls of which were woven with a complex ligature of runes, which formed into the most perfect defense of the existing ones, a tall and beautiful night elf cast spells over and over again. Most of the inhabitants of the Kingdom would confirm that not just beautiful, but the most beautiful, like the Goddess, the embodiment of perfection. And they would have awarded her with other epithets, however, they did this at every meeting, and also during conversations with each other. And if there were any doubts, they would cast them aside as soon as they saw the power of magic and the deadly beauty of the spells that the queen used. After all, the spells she performed were available to hardly ten magicians of the Kingdom, but even among these ten, none could compare with her in magical potential.Thousands of years of development, millennia spent in training to use spells. At the moment, Azshara was the most powerful magician of the Kingdom and was inferior to the others o
For Dath'Remar, this was a very ordinary night. All his thoughts and actions lately turned out to be aimed at preparing for the fight against demons, even if it was somewhat strange - to prepare for something that did not happen and which you know only from indirect data and the words of a friend. However, even though the facts are few, and the risk of action is great, he had already begun to act, had already made a bet, and now could not turn off the chosen path.It has been, so far, criminally little. Few accumulators and other artifacts were prepared, few elves were involved in the preparations, and at least in detail they were warned about the threat. Of the sixteen fortresses located along the border, it was possible to establish communication and convince them to carry out at least minimal preparations in only five, and even then, they manifested themselves in filling all available mana accumulators and increasing the number of artifacts and equipment. Moreover, it is also worth
Tyrande stood on the deserted pavement on the outskirts of Zin Azshari, only a hundred meters from the temple where she had spent many decades of her life, firing arrows at the daemons circling the city over and over again. Her face did not reflect the torment that was in her soul, and she desperately tried not to think about the events taking place around her, but this was impossible. After all, no more than half an hour had passed since the moment the first explosion cut through the silence of the city, and a whole half hour since the former life for her was irretrievably lost.What has she seen so far? A quiet and native village to her heart, which she had to leave after her friends. The peace and comfort of the temple of Elune, in which evil had no power, and everyone found solace. Conversations with Cenarius, who was kind and attentive to all his students, to everyone, even to those who did not listen to him. This whole beautiful and filled with joy and expectation world died tod
Palace of Queen Azshara, 13 days since the arrival of demons in the world of Azeroth.In a large hall, made in the shape of a hemisphere, a lone figure rushed about with the fury of a hunted beast. A night elf with a blindfold that showed a green glow, with a body covered in poisonous green symbols and armed with a strange weapon - two double-edged glaives. Curved, they were most suitable for cutting blows, but their incredible quality made it possible not only to cut, but also to chop everything that was in the way. A strange weapon for Azeroth, but the night elf handled it with surprising deftness, creating around him a real whirlwind of steel, colored with a piercing green glow of filth. But even farther away from him, fury spread, from which the air seemed to tremble. Thirst for blood, thirst for murder. A rabid tiger that is ready to slash the one who inadvertently enters the cage.This comparison had other signs. From time to time, a quiet growl was heard, and the attacks themse