Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

With the blessing of the amplification spell, Andrea's call spread far to the sea.

Azshara, who was leaning on the coral throne and tasting the fine wine, paused, a meaningful smile appeared on her bright and charming face.

"It seems that our little friend can't wait any longer, don't you think so? Felicity."

Felicity's eyes flashed, and she bowed her head respectfully and replied, "Queen, please order."

"Hehe~"

Azshara's three naga tails propped herself up from the seat, and with a flash of arcane light and shadow, Azshara in Naga form disappeared, replaced by the posture she once had as a night elf.

Gently stroking the lavender skin that exudes cool radiance under the moonlight, Azshara's beautiful face showed a look of satisfaction.

"Sure enough, this posture is the most used."

Stepping forward with her slender and straight legs and walking towards the suddenly opened portal, Azshara hooked her fingers behind her playfully, "Come on, Felicity, come with me to meet the long-lost old friend."

"yes."

...

In the Naga position on the front line, a faint blue teleportation door opened. First, a slender foot without shoes and socks emerged from the door, and then a stunning beauty with a confident and elegant smile on her face came from the teleportation door. out the door.

The tauren and darkspear trolls had question marks on their foreheads. They didn't know why a night elf woman appeared in the naga camp.

In the night elf camp, some veteran officers were suddenly stunned. They looked at the tall and straight beauty with her head up and her chest in horror.

"No...impossible!"

One of the bearded generals muttered unbelievably, "Queen Azshara has become a Naga, how could she reappear in this posture..."

"Keep calm! Don't be fooled by appearances!"

The cold low voice spread throughout the entire line of defense, and Andrea also stared closely at Azshara who had a half-smile on his face.

At this time, Leticia finally understood what her adoptive father's previous reminder meant. She stared blankly at the female Naga who was looking at her with complicated eyes.

"Mother?"

As the queen came to the front line, the naga, who had been in a mess, quickly formed a line, leaving a passage for Azshara in the middle of the sea.

The pure white bare feet stepped on the temporarily calm sea, causing ripples to spread outward. Azshara walked upright to the front of the Naga army formation, completely fearless that the coalition forces would aim at the shore she had set up. anti weapons.

Pushing back the silver hair that fell on her shoulders, Azshara's golden eyes looked at Andrea floating in the air playfully.

"I'm here on invitation, little Andrea, so tell me what you have to say."

With Andrea's current age and status, it has been a long time since anyone called him that. Azshara's slightly frivolous words once again stirred up some waves in the army that the night elves had finally calmed down.

The other party is so open, of course Andrea can't lose the chain in front of countless people and allies.

Landing slowly from the air, Andrea's feet wearing leather boots also stepped firmly on the water, and walked to a position about five meters in front of Azshara under the gaze of countless people on both sides of the battlefield.

"Long time no see, Queen Azshara."

Andrea saluted Azshara with her chest stroked neither humble nor overbearing, "I am the chairman of the Supreme Council of the Republic of Night, Andrea Moonshadow."

"Hehe~" Azshara smiled slightly with a slightly hoarse charming voice, "So formal? That's fine, let me introduce myself too."

After scanning the coalition soldiers who were waiting in full battle, two pairs of similar golden eyes finally met.

"I am Azshara, Queen of the Night Empire, my subjects, you should have heard of my name more or less."

"Of course..." Azshara looked at Andrea with both eyes, with a meaningful smile on his face, "The premise is that your historical materials have not been tampered with."

During Tyrande's reign, in order to dilute Azshara's residual status in the hearts of the high elves, it was true that Azshara's records in the history books were deliberately erased for a period of time.

But after Andrea took over, he ordered the abolition of these small tricks by Tyrande.

The history that has happened cannot be erased or distorted. With the eternal lifespan of the night elves, the memory of Azshara will always be engraved in the hearts of most of the older generation. This cannot be erased by whitewashing the peace with history books.

Andrea responded with a faint smile on his face, "Don't worry, even if you leave your leader, the night elves will not forget the sufferings they have experienced in the past. We will always keep the lessons of the night empire in mind and be alert to ourselves at all times. Don't make the same stupid mistake again."

"Oh?" Azshara hooked the corners of her mouth with great interest, "Little Andrea, I haven't seen you in ten thousand years, it's much sharper than before."

"Heh~ People always have to grow up."

Andrea responded with a smile, then straightened his face and brought the topic back to the point.

"Let's get down to business, Queen Azshara, are you really going to fight us to the last with your Naga?"

Azshara clasped her hands in front of the majestic mountain, shrugged gracefully, "Otherwise? My allies hope to eliminate the last resistance in Azeroth, 'your' Night Republic is blocking our way a rock."

"ally?"

Andrea sarcastically said, "Is it the master?"

"It's an ally!"

Azshara's expression became a little unfriendly, and she emphasized her tone, "I am Azshara, the Queen of Destiny of the Night Empire! I will not submit to anyone, and the ancient gods cannot be my master, never possible! "

Andrea nodded noncommittally, "So, are you going to follow the instructions of the 'allies' and fight with the Azeroth coalition forces to the point of death?"

"Well..." Azshara said with deep meaning, "It depends on your attitude."

"If you are willing to surrender to N'Zoth and return to my rule, the Supreme Council will still retain its establishment, and you will continue to lead Nuo Da's land and submarine kingdoms."

Andrea asked calmly, "What about the conditions? What role will you play in this country?"

Azshara showed a bright smile on her face, and her natural non-magical charm made many people fascinated.

"You are responsible for governing the country, but the most critical decision-making power is in my hands."

"I want to take back everything that should belong to me. The whole of Azeroth is my back garden. Inferior races are not qualified to survive in my territory."

Andrea stared into Azshara's golden eyes similar to her own, trying to read the true meaning of the naga queen from her eyes.

"Unfortunately, it seems that we can't reach an agreement."

Andrea turned her eyes and glanced at Felicity, who had been looking at the coastline, "Then let the two sides continue to see the truth, Queen Azshara, are you planning to make a move?"

"Hehe~"

Azshara was not surprised by Andrea's answer, covered her red lips with the back of her hand and smiled lightly, "It's rare to come out, it's good to have some activities, just let you play with me."

Qingling turned 360° on the spot, and Azshara's body was covered with a set of extremely gorgeous moon-white dress robes, and she also held a staff with a head carved as a female statue in her hand.

The statue of the woman is Azshara herself. As the energy in the staff gushes out, the red, blue and white three-color balls rotate around the statue on the head of the staff at a constant speed, and Azshara's temperament also changes from lazy to casual. For majesty and solemnity.

"Come on, little Andrea, let me see your progress over the past ten thousand years."