Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1496 129. You made Her Majesty the number one queen in the world sad, you should die!

Elisande has held relics like the Nightwell for ten thousand years.

As the ruler of Suramar, she naturally doesn't need to wait for the daily distribution of magic wine with other bitter night children. For the great magister, magic wine is just a life adjustment.

As long as she needs, she can immerse herself in the most wonderful magic power born in the Nightwell at any time, and even take half a day to take a good "magic bath".

Such a life is definitely a luxury in Suramar.

But what is even more extravagant is that Elisande has used the essence magic power of the Nightwell to transform his own life form during these ten thousand years. Endowed with a rather magical "time" feature.

Replacing his original magic power with this kind of magic power, and after Night Well's continuous improvement, Elisande's legendary power has also become quite strange.

Her legendary power is called "Time".

The effect is simple and domineering, allowing every magic of the great magister to have a time-pause effect with a high probability, and can give Elisande the power to "escape death".

Just like now.

Obviously, the great magister was ambushed by Boo Laike after activating the Sargeras Scepter, sent himself to Boo Laike's eyes, and was executed by the pirates with revenge.

But in the face of such an absolute fatal injury, the great magister is still not covered by the shadow of death.

Under the helpless gaze of the pirate, the body of Elisande, who had just been pierced through the heart by him, was constantly changing, just like his lovely first mate Sefiel using the gesture of time retrospect, reversing this dead moment.

The outline of the great magister is like a faded old photo, quickly turning yellowish and gray, as if being pushed into another phase from the material world.

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

Pirates killed her.

But not 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 stayed in place was still expressing dissatisfaction with the pirate's brutal assassination. She screamed:

"The Nightwell protects me, and time is on my side, fool! You chose the side that will lose."

"Gee, if you said that in Suramar, I'd be absolutely horrified."

Bu Laike shrugged and pulled out his "blade of bullying and fearing hard" from the time stamp in front of him. He moved his neck and said:

"After all, you who are connected to the magic power of the Night Fountain are indeed 'immortality', and the blessing from time prevents you from encountering any unexpected deaths.

How terrible you are in your prime.

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

You are too far from home.

You have come a long way.

How many times will 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 shelter of the Eye of Aman'Thul, you who think you are in control of time are nothing more than a poor bastard with empty ambitions and lack of strength." .

If I remember correctly, you died once just now.

This is the second time.

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

Elisande's timestamp stopped talking.

Her greatest secret meant nothing in front of the seer Braike, and the pirate pinpointed her greatest weakness at this moment, time not always protecting her 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 whenever the Grand Magister wants to send himself back to Suramar, where he can be immortal, it will immediately trigger the void device left by Laike.

The only way to save her at this time has become a deadly trap.

"Run, little girl, run quickly."

The pirate withdrew his scimitar, took out Thoridar Stars' Fury, and stretched out his voice again, waving at Elisande's time stamp and said:

"There's a scary monster queen chasing you, don't look at my dear majesty's demeanor, but only you and I know how terrible her disgust and murderous intent towards you are.

This is a hunting game.

I am willing to be the queen's hound, just for a goal that makes me feel good.

Now, the game begins!

The rules are simple, you run away, I chase!

Friendly reminder, terrible things will happen after you are caught up by me.

I hope you bought yourself goblin insurance before you set off, but I'd be very disappointed if it wasn't for me. "

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the pirate disappeared suddenly, and appeared in the sky with the flickering of the watchman again. He spread his doom guard wings and hovered in the air.

Within the scope of the entire Isle of Quel'Danas, shoot an arrow towards the Grand Magister who has just escaped death hidden in the ruins.

This arrow is both calibration and intimidation.

The void spikes shaped by the magic power of the void whizzed like falling purple meteors, hitting the front of the great magister's hideout, smashing the collapsed masonry wall, and making Elisande, who was hiding in it and preparing for the decisive battle, shrink his eyes , she tapped the scepter of Sargeras on the ground, and disappeared in place with a whoosh.

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

Stay away from Azshara and Bu Laike for a while, and wait for the time to pass before making any plans.

This was the best way the Grand Magister could think of, and her figure appeared in the mountainous area bordering the human kingdom in Quel'Thalas in the next instant.

It should be far enough from here.

But before Elisande took a breath, an elegant wave of magic power emerged in front of her, and the half-snake figure that made the great magister tremble in fear stepped out of the light.

Queen Azshara's eyes were as indifferent as ice, which made the Grand Magister recall the majesty of the queen 10,000 years ago.

"Where are you going?"

The Queen said to the Grand Magister in a cat-and-mouse tone:

"My chief guard told me that I could enjoy the hunt to my heart's content, and he said there was only one place in the world where you could survive my wrath, but that place is something you can't go now.

Tell me, Elisande.

When you presumptuously proclaimed yourself king without my permission, did you anticipate 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'm presumptuous, but even when you rule the empire, it's not a death penalty

For the sake of serving you for thousands of years, spare my life!

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

Please"

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

Azshara shook her head, she said condescendingly:

"Now I am just a monster living in seclusion in the deep sea, a poor wretch drowning in the glory of the past and unable to extricate myself. My majesty has disappeared, and the subjects who once feared me no longer owe their allegiance to me.

I don't really care about your presumption, Elisande.

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

But it's a pity that you haven't figured out the reason why you really angered me until now. "

The Queen stepped forward, shaking her tentacles.

She looked at Elisande with indifferent 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 with the last glory and decency 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 elven empire, no longer the reflection of the past that I can talk about for the rest of my life.

They became a disgrace to the Empire.

They are a disgrace to me.

It's all 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 10,000 years, but you are hiding in Sura like a coward Mary imprisoned herself,

You have let your empress down!

You have lived up to my expectations of you.

You are guilty!

Mortal sin. "

Azshara stretched out her hand and placed it on the forehead of the wide-eyed Elisande. When the monarch and his subjects were alone, the queen finally expressed the thoughts she had hidden in her heart for countless years.

She said in a whisper that only the two of them could hear:

"Do you know? When my people and I took the form of this disgusting monster in the deep sea, I seriously thought about whether to pass on my empire to you.

After all, Suramar is the last remaining city of my empire, my last fantasy of the good old days.

Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice.

Your vision and size are even inferior to a pirate whose life span is less than one percent of yours! "

Elisande heard the mood of the always strong supreme queen, and her heart was also very complicated. At this moment, she understood where Azshara's nameless anger towards her came from.

Only get angry when you have hope in someone.

Queen Azshara never abandoned Suramar. The Naga under her command never approached that land, and never disturbed the people of Suramar.

It can even be said that Suramar was safe and sound after 10,000 years of self-confinement. Behind this, there is likely to be a secret guardian from the deep sea empire.

But Suramar failed her.

A wordless shame rose in the heart of the great magister, and she was determined to accept the Queen's punishment and die here completely, ending her life of failure.

But in the end, the will to survive prevailed.

Under the disappointing gaze of the Queen, Elisande activated the Scepter of Sargeras again and sent himself out of this place of death. She no longer tries to teleport herself further to stay alive.

Such behavior is meaningless in front of Queen Azshara.

Without relying on the scepter of Sargeras, Azshara can easily lock her landing point by relying on her supernatural control of magic, and then use the teleportation technique to catch up with her and kill her.

Now, there is only one way to survive.

"hum"

Elisande's figure staggered into the center of the chaotic Sunwell ruins.

The elves here have already evacuated, and even the naga and pirates retreated into the sea at the request of their respective leaders.

Only the heroes and warriors who fought against Queen Azshara just now are here, but they dare not approach the Sunwell that has been polluted by fel energy.

The magic holy land that once covered the entire Kui Island with golden streamer and generously endowed magic power to every elf is no longer a bright golden light shining. The dark green light flickering from the tower of the sun is like a low dark cloud covering the sky. The pungent fel energy and brimstone breath made people shudder even more.

The wind of magic full of destruction and rage swept across this land that was once magnificent but now it was in ruins, and the long pale hair of the Sun King fluttered around.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, Kael'thas, who was in a rare embarrassment, helped his father who was almost fainting. The once handsome prince was already in tears.

He looked at the Sunwell, which was shrouded in fel energy in front of him.

He knew it was over.

The magical holy land of Quel'Thalas that has stood for seven thousand years is over, just like the end of a beautiful era full of magic power. Where should the future of Quel'Dorei go?

"What are you doing!"

Just when the prince and the Sun King were dejected and extremely lost, a yell sounded from the crowd, and General Maraad yelled at Elisande, who was walking towards the Sunwell covered by fel energy, with a naaru hammer road:

"Don't go there! The legion has already started sending demons, and the barren and scorched land is about to be born here, there is no place for you to go! Come back!"

Elisande didn't say a word, and even quickened his steps to enter the polluted Sunwell.

She quickly disappeared into a storm of fel energy that grew thicker.

"Oh, what are you Quel'dorei doing? You knew that the demons had sneaked into various places in North County before, and I specially reminded you."

Bu Laike's annoying voice also sounded at this time. Under the complicated gazes of everyone, the stinky pirate appeared in this place shrouded in fel energy, supporting Queen Azshara as before.

The smelly pirate said to everyone mercilessly:

"I have repeatedly reminded you to pay attention to the infiltration of demons, but no one paid attention, tsk tsk, the profession of prophets is not easy these days.

Perhaps the destruction of the Sunwell by demons today will sound the alarm for you.

I don't know where your confidence comes from, look at you, you can't even beat my queen together, how can you face the coming brutal demon?

When those guys step into this world, I'm afraid it will make you pee your pants in horror.

But I am too lazy to tell you more.

If you don't fear the future, the future will punish you, just like the present.

Witness the devastation. "

"Aww"

Horrific roars sounded from the Sunwell, like hounds and monsters from the abyss. The pirate looked back, and a scorched hound as huge as a hill rushed out of the Sun Tower roaring.

The flaming breath lingering on the guy proves that it is a real demigod monster, which is probably the vanguard of destruction sent by the demons of Argus to Azeroth.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this Falgar, Lord Sargeras' favorite scorching dog?"

The pirate winked and said to Queen Azshara:

"Did you see it ten thousand years ago?"

"No."

The queen frowned and recalled:

"When I met Lord Sargeras that time, he was accompanied by a scarlet red scorched hound, which was bigger and more ferocious than the one in front of me."

"Red Throat."

The pirate laughed, drew out his dog-toothed dagger, and said to his queen:

"That guy died miserably. Even his teeth were turned into weapons, and I collected them again. But this time only these two vicious dogs came, which is disappointing. It seems that Kil'jaeden and Archimonde They all learned well.

They finally know how to find a scapegoat to find the way.

Your Majesty, Elisande has gone to join the demons. She may think that this will save her life. In order to avoid your punishment, she even wants to escape to the Twisting Nether.

Oh, Your Majesty, your majesty is really extraordinary. "

"She doesn't want to go anywhere."

Azshara sneered, and waved a ball of magic power to easily create an extremely stable portal in the place where the fel energy was abundant.

The Queen didn't even look at the people behind her, she waved her hands and said:

"Kneel down, my subjects, I have to deal with some personal affairs next."

(end of this chapter)