Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Xavius' view of Azshara's choice of a mate has always been difficult to understand.

As a night elf, he thought he was handsome and capable, but Azshara never looked at him seriously, and just treated him as a useful tool for people to order at will.

The arrival of Sargeras aroused Azshara's interest. Xavius ​​once thought that Azshara was not interested in males who were weaker than himself, which was why Xavius ​​turned to Sargeras for powerful power.

Compared with the mighty bronze titan that Sargeras used to lure Azshara, Azshara, who seemed to value appearance, looked down on the ugly and deformed Sartre at all, and Xavius's courtship plan suffered a disastrous failure.

The more unobtainable things are, the more they will be cherished and pursued by intelligent creatures.

Savis' mentality is like that of a dick who pursues a goddess.

After you get it, you may be driven by the sense of freshness and accomplishment and take good care of it, but the term "seven-year itch" is not just a talk, it may not even need seven years at all.

More fresh stimuli will make some people who can't control their lower body go on the road of derailment, and forget about the vows they once made.

Now Xavius ​​is just in the stage of crazy pursuit that cannot be obtained, and it happens to be the period when the desire is the strongest. His feverish brain makes him only see the graceful Azshara in his eyes.

But in fact, the "Azshara" in his eyes is just a fake that someone carefully disguised and imitated. The real Queen Naga has already hidden her figure and started to climb Tianzhu Peak.

It was the first time that Andrea used the illusion spell to disguise the appearance and tone of a woman, and he was very tired of it, but in order to lure Xavius ​​out of his hiding place and kill him in one fell swoop, he could only endure the discomfort and continue to play Azshara.

About a quarter of an hour later, as the ground at the foot of Tianzhu Peak shook violently, a giant fat version of satyr with a height of more than five meters finally appeared in front of "Azshara" surrounded by a large number of nightmare monsters.

"stop!"

"Azshara" glanced indifferently and proudly at the nightmare monster beside Xavius, "As long as these ugly monsters dare to enter within 30 meters of me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Xavius's eyes, but in the end he waved his hand to keep the nightmare army in place, and slowly moved in front of "Azshara" with his fat body twisting.

The fiery-eyed Savis had an "evil smile" on his face that he thought was chic.

"Queen Azshara, you used to be so unattainable, but now you and I are just twisted inhuman creatures with changed forms."

Opening his hands and moving the tentacles on his back, Xavius ​​smiled and put forward his long-awaited suggestion.

"In this case, you might as well agree to my previous request. As long as we work together, even N'Zoth..."

"Azshara" didn't listen to Xavius' nonsense at all, and his attention was always on the distance between the ugly satyr and his nightmare army.

'50 meters, you can do it! '

"Shua!"

The whole body of "Azshara", who was being stared at by Xavius, suddenly emitted bright golden light, and Xavius, whose eyes were flashed white, hadn't reacted for a while.

"Holy Light Prison!"

It wasn't until his bulky limbs and tentacles were bound by chains of light, and the power of the holy light began to burn his body wrapped in void energy, that the pain from his soul brought Xavius ​​back to his senses in horror.

"You! You are not Azshara!"

Xavius, who was temporarily blind, shouted in shock and anger, "Nightmare Army, come quickly...uh!"

The thick vines protruding from the ground acted as the second restraint, binding Xavius ​​tightly from his body to his mouth.

Xavius, who gradually regained his eyesight, finally saw the real appearance of the two figures standing in front of him, even if one of them turned into ashes, he would never forget it.

'Malfurion! '

Although Xavius's current form is very ugly, but with the help of absorbing a lot of power from the void nightmare, his strength is already comparable to that of a demigod to a certain extent.

The chain of holy light arranged by Andrea was shaken by Xavius's struggle. As long as he could get rid of Malfurion's vine blockade, Xavius ​​could chant and cast spells to try to get out of the current predicament.

But no matter how much Xavis struggled, the vines that should have been able to break free easily still bound him tightly.

'How can it be! '

Malfurion is not a person who likes to talk. He is not interested in explaining the whole story of this ambush plan to Xavius.

The archdruid clenched his right fist with a serious expression, and the thorns and vines tied to Xavius' body also strengthened, and the barbs on the vines penetrated deeply into Xavius' body.

"Woooooo!!"

The force of nature entered Xaviz's body along the wound, and the severe pain caused by the foreign body entering the body made Xaviz struggle violently.

'Great master! Your humble servant begs for your help! '

The desperate soul call of Xavius ​​was like a stone sinking into the ocean, and no response was received from N'Zoth.

Andrea jokingly delivered the final blow to Xavius's increasingly desperate heart, "Don't try again, the Prison of Holy Light has blocked all your soul waves, let alone N'Zoth, the army of nightmares is just around the corner I can't receive any orders from you."

"Woohoo!"

In fact, N'Zoth had already been notified of Xavius' distress at this time, not from Xavius ​​himself, but through the Faceless Men who watched him.

But N'Zoth, who was far away in Ny'alotha, was helpless against Xavius' desperation, and Andrea's Prison of Light completely blocked the connection between him and Xavius.

Unable to reach N'Zoth, he could only watch Xavius's muffled cries of despair through the vision of the Faceless Man, being purified into black ashes by the brilliant holy light that illuminated the entire Emerald Dream.

After the long-prepared transcendence spell was completed, Xavius's bloated and ugly fat house disappeared completely, and a large number of residues from being burned by the holy light remained around his satyr body.

"You... a despicable person who takes advantage of other people's feelings..."

Xavius, who had regained his thin Sartre body, stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointed at Andrea and said the last sentence.

"Shua!"

Once again, the holy light transcended to completely purify the soul body of Sartre, who had exhausted Xavius' power. Andrea clapped his hands and said without changing his face, "Have you never heard that soldiers are not tired of deceit? A fool controlled by desire and obsession."

...

The golden light illuminating the entire Emerald Dream made Azshara, who was climbing the mountain, turn her head in surprise.

"...N'Zoth, what's going on?"

"you……"

N'Zoth was furious, but Azshara didn't seem to be blamed for this incident.

From the beginning to the end, Azshara was only a tool man who was used on the side, and did not directly participate in the death of Xavius, and even had no knowledge of it.

"never mind."

N'Zoth sighed dejectedly, "Leave the Emerald Dream as soon as you finish your business, we can't afford more losses."

Although the snow-smart Azshara didn't know exactly what happened, she guessed some clues from N'Zoth's tone.

Thinking of the death of the lingering ugly ghost of Xavius, Azshara smiled unconsciously, but her tone in the soul call was still very indifferent.

"Understood, I will try my best to finish my private affairs within a quarter of an hour."