Elisande has held a sacred object like the Nightwell for ten thousand years.

As the ruler of Suramar, she naturally does not need to wait for the daily distribution of magic wine with other bitter children of the night. For the Grand Magister, magic wine is just a way of life.

As long as she needs it, she can immerse herself in the most wonderful magic born from the Night Well at any time, and even spend half a day taking a good "magic bath".

This kind of life is absolutely luxurious in Suramar.

But what is even more luxurious is that Elisande has made good use of the essence of the Nightwell to transform his life form during these ten thousand years. The pure magic born from the eyes of Aman'Thul, the Pillar of Creation, was used by the Pillar of the World.

It is endowed with quite magical "time" characteristics.

Replacing his original magic power with this kind of magic power, and then constantly improving it through Dark Night Well, Elisande's legendary power has become quite unique.

Her legendary power is called "Time".

The effect is simple and overbearing, allowing each of the Grand Mage's spells to have a high probability of a time pause effect, and also giving Elisande the power to "escape death".

Just like now.

It was clear that the Grand Magister was ambushed by Black after activating the Scepter of Sargeras, and sent himself to Black's eyes, where he was stabbed through the heart with a ruthless execution by the pirates.

But in the face of such an absolute fatal injury, the Great Mage was still not covered by the shadow of death.

As the pirate watched helplessly, the body of Elisande, who had just been stabbed in the heart by him, kept changing, much like his lovely first mate Sephiel used the gesture of rewinding time to reverse the dead moment.

The outline of the Grand Magister was like a faded old photo, quickly turning brown and gray, as if he had been pushed into another phase from the material world.

After a few seconds, her figure completely turned into a "time stamp" that remained in place.

The pirates killed her.

But it couldn't be completely killed.

"You are just short-lived ants, my life is much longer!"

The Grand Magister sent herself out of the moment of death. The time stamp she left behind still expressed her dissatisfaction with the pirates' ruthless assassination. She screamed:

"The Dark Night Well is protecting me, and time is on my side, idiot! You have chosen a side that will surely fail."

"Gee, if you had said this in Suramar, I would have been absolutely terrified."

Blake shrugged, pulled out his "bullying blade" from the time stamp in front of him, moved his neck and said:

"After all, you are connected to the magic power of the Fountain of Night and are truly 'immortal'. The blessing from time prevents you from encountering any unexpected death.

How terrifying you are in your full glory.

But unfortunately, open your eyes and see, my poor Elisande, this is not Suramar, and there is no Nightwell here!

You are too far away from home.

You have gone far.

How many times can the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul protect you?"

The smelly pirate snorted, picked up his pipe, and said sarcastically:

"You will soon discover that time is so unstable. After leaving the protection of the Eye of Aman'Thul, you who think you control time are just a poor man with empty ambitions but lack of power.

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If I remember correctly, you died once just now.

This is the second time...

You have stepped into my territory, how many lives do you have to play with me in my territory?"

Elisande's timestamp is silent.

Her biggest secret was meaningless in front of Black, the prophet. The pirate accurately stated her biggest weakness at this time. Time did not always protect her when she was far away from the Nightwell.

The most terrible thing is that the Scepter of Sargeras has been proven to have been tampered with by pirates.

Elisande can use it to teleport, but as long as the Grand Magister wants to send himself back to Suramar, where he can make himself immortal, the void method left by Black will be triggered immediately.

The only way to save her at this time became a fatal trap.

"Run, little girl, run."

The pirate retracted his scimitar, took out Solidar Wrath of the Stars, and then stretched out his voice, waving his hand at Elisande's time stamp in a sinister manner:

"There is a very scary monster queen chasing you. Despite how my dear Majesty always wants to behave, only you and I know how terrifying her disgust and murderous intention towards you are.

This is a hunting game.

I am willing to be the Queen's hunting dog, just for a goal that can make me feel happy.

Now, the game begins!

The rules are simple, you run, I chase!

Friendly reminder, terrible things will happen if you catch up with me.

I hope you bought yourself goblin insurance before departure, but I will be very disappointed if the beneficiary is not me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pirate's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the sky with the flicker of a watcher. He spread his Doom Guard wings and hovered in the air.

Across the entire island of Quel'Danas, an arrow was fired at the Archmage who was hiding in the ruins and had just escaped death.

This arrow is both a calibration and a threat.

The void spikes shaped by the magic of the void roared and fell like purple meteors, hitting the front of the Grand Magister's hideout, shattering the collapsed masonry wall, and making Elisande's eyes shrink when he was hiding inside and preparing for the decisive battle.

, she touched the scepter of Sargeras on the ground and disappeared with a whoosh.

If you can't go back to Suramar, then go somewhere else!

Avoid Azshara and Black for the time being, and wait for time to pass before making any plans.

This was the best solution the Grand Magister could think of. Her figure appeared in the mountainous area bordering Quel'Thalas and the human kingdom in the next moment.

This should be far enough.

But before Elisande could take a breath, an elegant wave of magic energy appeared in front of her, and the half-snake-like figure that frightened the Great Mage walked out of the light.

Queen Azshara's eyes were as cold as ice, which once again reminded the Grand Magister of the majesty of the Queen ten thousand years ago.

"Where are you going?"

The Queen said to the Grand Magister in a tone like a cat playing with a mouse:

"My captain of the guard told me that I can enjoy hunting as much as I want. He said there is only one place in the world where you can survive my wrath, but you can't go to that place now.

Tell me, Elisande.

When you presumptuously claimed to be king without my permission, did you expect your despair today?"

"No, Your Majesty."

Elisande gritted his teeth and said to Azshara:

"I did it just to better manage Suramar for you. I overstepped my bounds, but even when you were ruling the empire, this was not a mortal sin...

For the sake of my thousands of years of service to you, please spare my life!

I can transform into a naga to serve you, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life paying for my sins.

Please..."

"That is a thing of the past, my great mage."

Azshara shook her head and said condescendingly:

"Now I am just a monster living in seclusion in the deep sea, a wretch who can't extricate himself from the glory of the past. My majesty has disappeared, and the subjects who once feared me no longer pay allegiance to me.

I actually don't care about your transgression, Elisande.

There have been transgressors like Dath'Remar Sunstrider before you, and I could have let you go, just as I ignored him.

But it’s a pity that you still haven’t figured out the real reason why you made me angry.”

The Queen stepped forward waving her tentacles.

She looked at Elisande with cold and ruthless eyes, and she said softly:

"I entrust my last subjects to you, I entrust my Suramar to you, and I hope you will leave me the last glory and dignity of the Elven Empire.

But you have turned my noble subjects into a bunch of bastards who live on magic wine and wallow in the mud! They are no longer the orthodox descendants of the Elf Empire, and they are no longer a reflection of the past that I can talk about for the rest of my life.

They became a disgrace to the empire.

They have become a shame to me.

All this is because of your inaction.

Elisande, you keep saying that everything you do is for your people, but even wild elves like the Kaldorei have ruled Kalimdor for ten thousand years, and yet you are hiding in Sura like a coward.

Ma imprisoned herself,

You have let your Queen down!

You have lived up to my expectations of you.

You are guilty!
To be continued...