The magic power of the Sun Well is being absorbed. As the golden liquid magic power of the Magic Well surges like water waves, the magic flow visible to the naked eye rotates through the various nodes of the Magic Well and finally gathers on the tidal scepter suspended in the air.

Now this deep-sea scepter shining with golden light is like the magical Taoist symbol placed by Azshara in the Sunwell, which can gather the magic power of the entire Sunwell for her to use.

But the Well of the Sun has existed for seven thousand years. The Queldore elves don’t know how many times it has repaired and maintained. With their magical attainments, it is impossible not to add some "insurance measures" to this well.

Unfortunately, the "insurance" they imposed on the Well of the Sun was not insured enough.

At least in front of spellcasters like Queen Azshara, these measures are useless.

"I have never seen the magic tides of the Sun Well in my life as active today, and no Sun King dares to mobilize the energy of the entire Magic Well so wildly to fight.

This is definitely not the power of arcane that ordinary people can control.”

Next to Black, the "deadly" of the queen, Dalcan Delashire, was looking up at the magic tide that was whirling like a sea of ​​tides in front of her.

His eyes were full of awe and a hint of desire.

He had just gotten a share of the magic power gathered, and permanently infused a part of the pure magic power into his body to help him improve his magic control.

But the benefits he gained for himself, compared with the arcane ruler set off by Azshara in front of him, were simply an ant at the feet of a giant.

"The power of Queen Azshara is unrivalled. She is the closest existence in the world to the 'magic god'."

Dalkan said with emotion.

Black ignored him and thought to himself that this guy was sick?

If you want to praise Azshara, just say these flattering words in front of her. What's the point of telling me? Do you want me to say a few good words to you in front of the queen?

Isn’t it necessary to pay in advance to ask someone to help?

"Ah yes yes, your queen is invincible in the world. If you serve the queen well, you will be invincible in the world in the future."

The pirate replied perfunctorily, his fingers were still placed in the golden liquid magic floating in front of him, and he was sensing the strange spirit in the well of the sun.

Darkan heard the impatientness in Black's words, and he shook his head slightly. There was no expression on the surface, but in fact he despised the pirate in his heart, which was too rude and arrogant.

I also plan to take the initiative to show my goodwill to maintain a cooperative relationship.

But his difficult appearance is probably out of the way.

As a spellcaster, Dalcan rarely deals with pirates. He does not know Black's style of conduct, and he cannot understand that money can be exchanged for pirates' kindness.

Seeing that the pirate ignored him, he didn't stop. He walked to the other side and continued to "pull some wool" through Azshara's staff.

"Useless stuff."

The stinky pirate thought in his heart:

"Assara has given you his scepter. Now she can control the magic flow of the Sun Well, but she only dares to swallow a few bites of the residue carefully.

You said you don’t have the courage, you dare to openly surrender to the Queen of the Deep Sea.

You said you have the courage, but you are so lucky that you can't follow your inner greed and swallow the deliciousness of this power in your mouth.

He is obviously not a qualified pirate. If you do this, you will probably not be able to make any name for Azshara's extremely dangerous court.

It’s better to surrender to the Lich King as soon as possible.

If you were immortal, you would not be worried about being assassinated by a warrior who jumped out of nowhere.”

After thinking about it in his heart with such a sarcasm, Black no longer paid attention to Dalcan, a bastard.

He focused his attention on the golden magic floating in front of him. Through contact with the water of the sun well, he had already felt that the panicked spirit was avoiding his "invitation".

"Hey, stop hiding, I'll see you."

The pirate did not touch his mouth. This time he used the power of his mind and used the weak impact of the void to convey his meaning to the well water.

Soon, he "heard" the response.

"Hey hey! What's wrong with you, a human? Can you see me? Can you feel me? No other elves can do it except Anastarien and his father."

A pretty good voice reflected on the pirate spirit, and ripples swayed in the water in front of him.

The spirit appeared.

But Dalkan and his female assistant were unaware of it, and Black could not see it with his naked eyes.

He raised his head, and a purple light appeared deep in his pupils to let himself enter the "spiritual vision" state. Only then did he see clearly the elf girl standing on the golden water flow in front of him.

Well, it is not appropriate to call her "elves".

This spirit body probably only outlines its image with her most familiar appearance. She probably rarely sees humans, so she is staring at Black up and down with her big eyes.

She noticed Black's weird ears, then raised her finger and pointed at the pirate's ear and asked:

"Are you an elf? Or a human? I have never seen any elf with such small ears. Are you not fully developed? Poor disabled elf, who are you?

Why do you call me 'Anwina'?

Anastarien doesn't call me that. He has always called me the "Sun Holy Spirit" since he was a child, and I don't know why he called me that.

I don't like this name."

"Because I'm a prophet, Anwina."

Black showed a friendly smile, and he stood there, explaining to the lively spirit in front of him in a spiritual conversation:

“I can see the clips of the future, and I know you will leave the well of the sun in some future and live among mortals under the name of Avenna.

You will also fall in love with a weak blue dragon, and in the end you will sacrifice yourself for him and save the world.

You are such a good kid.

Even though the fate is terrible."

"Wow! A blue dragon? I have to sacrifice myself to save the world?"

The spirit blinked in surprise, shook his head like a rattle, and she frowned and said:

"I don't think I'd like a blue dragon. Those blue dragons have been trying to come to see me without disturbing the elves for a long time.

But I don't like them.

Because they always say that I cherish the research sample very much, they also tempted me to take me out of here and go to fun places...Damn, do you really treat me as a stupid child?

Speaking of which, you said just now that you want to take me away too?"

The spirit of the Sunwell stared at Black with a vigilant look at the traffickers. She took a step back and said to the pirates:

"Give up, I won't leave here. This is my home, I like my home."

"Don't be so direct, little girl."

The pirate picked up his pipe, rubbed his forehead and said:

"I didn't mean to force you away. I just need to take some time to explain the current situation to you, so be patient and listen to me?"

"I don't have time for you."

The spirit shook his head and said with some concern:

"I can hear the pain of little Anastarien here. He must be in need of help now. There is a very bad woman who is beating him. I have watched him grow up since I was a child.

I can't let him be beaten like this.

I want to help him.

I'm going to lend him all my magic."

"If you dare to move around, that bad woman will come and beat you up in a while."

Black terrified:

"She hasn't discovered your existence yet. Once she discovers it, you will be caught back to the deep sea and be her pet. Believe me, that bad woman has a criminal record. She tried to capture my Blue Dragon friend as a pet before.

Speaking of which, when were you born, Little Anwina? Was it when the construction of the Sunwell was completed? Or did Dasrema Sun Chaser use some method to awaken you?

As far as I know, there is no magic spirit like you in the Dark Night Well.”

"I don't know either."

The spirit body called "Anwina" by Black tilted its head and frowned. After thinking hard, it gave a less reliable answer.

She said:

“When I woke up, Dasrema was dead and buried by the elves, his son discovered me, he taught me a lot, and said that my birth was a gift and blessing from the world to Queldore.

But I feel that I didn't seem to be born from this well, I seem to be born from an older power.

Oh...it hurts so much!"

Anwina cried out in pain and said:

"That bad woman is drawing my magic again, she has a big appetite! She must be very powerful. I have never felt this level of absorption in this long time.

She almost sucked me dry!

Is that crazy woman the embodiment of magic?

How could she control my power so easily?”

While Anwena rubbed her head and screamed in pain, the pirate quickly threw a detective on Anwena. The next moment, the entry of this strange spirit figure appeared in front of the pirate:
To be continued...