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The Coming of the Traveler 25
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
The Coming of the Traveler 26
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
The Coming of the Traveler 27
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
The Coming of the Traveler 28
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
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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
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Hakkar, obviously, did not like to delay the assignments entrusted to him, and therefore, after the order of the Nathrezim, he immediately set off, without even thinking of asking about my readiness to immediately set out. As a result, I went on this campaign with only the most necessary - that is, with weapons always carried with me, and all that remained was to dream that food would be found on the way and it would not be the same as the demons prefer, because what was made with the help of my magic could already be safely used as an instrument of torture.Thoughts were filled with the desire to act, joyful anticipation, but all these feelings were frozen in ice when the picture of Zin Azshari opened to me. Graceful houses and joyful residents of the city still lived in the memories, who met the appearance of stars in the sky and it turned out to be incredibly difficult to see what had become of the city now. Shards of broken stone crunched underfoot, and the smell of burning was st
The Coming of the Traveler 31
Outskirts of the city of Kirinor, 16 days since the demon invasion of Azeroth.My first impulse was to assure the girl that her role in the victory was no less than mine. Actually, this would be true, because without Maiev I would not have coped, she arrived in time at the most critical moment of the battle and turned the scales in our favor. Before the words could escape my lips, however, a sudden thought entered my head, instantly banishing the fog of fatigue.It was necessary to think over everything that had happened, and therefore, asking the priestess to get up from her knees, I apologized and, citing fatigue and the need to comprehend what was said to her, asked for a little time to answer. Which he received, once again surprised at the calmness of the girl. So what is the question before me? Briefly outlined, it sounded like this: why was this battle almost lost by me? It would seem that a simple question and a simple answer to it - I was weak and therefore could not cope wit
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It would probably be incredibly stupid if my life was cut short at that moment. Especially after viewing the memories that I got, where Illidan of the future repeatedly survived where everyone else died and even managed to survive the fifth and final invasion of demons. The latter is because the disfigured and fading Azeroth managed to fight back, but at the same time lost most of what attracted the demons. The world simply became uninteresting to the conquerors and was left to die. It no longer had valuable artifacts and powerful sources of magic, there were no great entities. All that remains on it is the pitiful remnants of the previously numerous races and one of the last representatives of the elven people - Illidan the Betrayer. In the future, I was able to survive both my many enemies and a few associates. I was able to survive there where the rest died and to die now at the hands of a hysterical elf would be the highest shame! Why did I think of an elf? And whose other arrow c