Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

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In the Tower of the Sun, a Silver Moon councilor's heart was pierced from behind by an ice knife. He let out a desperate cry and tried to escape using teleportation.

But the assailant was well prepared. When the figure of the congressman staggered on the steps leading to the door in the magic light, the hidden assailant let out a cruel laugh.

He raised the gorgeous and powerful tidal scepter in his hand. When he felt the power of magic and tidal power being used for him, he let out a cheerful and rebellious laugh. As for the unlucky congressman who was wrapped up in the magic tide , then being wrapped in the rapids seemed to be thrown into a storm of swords.

His flesh and blood was washed away wildly by the swirling torrent, and in just a few seconds, all the flesh and blood was peeled off, leaving only a bloody skeleton lying on the ground.

"Darkan! You madman!"

In the messy hall of the Tower of the Sun behind the perpetrator, a Silver Moon councilor whose lower body was frozen roared angrily:

"What did Azshara give you? To make you so willing to become her lackey? It was this country and this land that raised you, you idiot!

You shameful traitor! "

"Traitor? You call me a traitor?"

Using his identity as Senator Silvermoon, Dar'Khan Drasil, who quietly sneaked into the Tower of the Sun amidst the chaos and carried out a ruthless sneak attack, turned around with the sacred object of power bestowed by the Queen.

His handsome and elegant face was full of ferocity.

He said without any psychological pressure:

"All elves are the subjects of the Queen. Our souls are engraved with the memory and following of the Elf Empire. We were so powerful in the past.

We dominate the world!

But look at us now.

We bury our heads in the land of Quel'Thalas like a flock of ostriches, pretending not to see the development of the world and the rise of other civilizations through the power of the Sunwell.

We call ourselves the elegant heirs to the Empire, but I don't see the possibility of the Sunstrider kings leading the rise of the Quel'dorei.

They are just bastards living in a corner!

I.

I am an elf with ideals and pursuits. My compatriots, I do not want to see our civilization continue to sink, so I followed His Majesty Azshara without hesitation!

I know that she can lead us to the top of the world again, and she can also generously give us everything we desire. She is the perfect ruler, the destined elf emperor!

The Sunstriders are not worthy of carrying my Majesty's shoes. Whether it is vision, strength or magnanimity, Anastarion is too far away from His Majesty Azshara.

It's like the difference between a firefly and the sun.

There may be some hope for Kael'thas, but I can't wait any longer. I'm two thousand years old. I don't have much longer to live, my people. "

Darkan walked towards his compatriots holding the powerful staff given by the Queen. He pressed the object of power against the hearts of his compatriots. He sneered and said:

"Of course you can call me a traitor, you can also insult me ​​and scold me, but the Queen is kind, and she has granted me the power to rebuild cities for the Elf Empire on this land.

She named me Governor of Quel'dorei. This is an extremely orthodox claim, a hundred times more orthodox than Dath'Remar Sunstrider calling himself the Sun King!

Come, my companion.

You can share this honor with me. "

The female elf councilor who had Dar'Kan holding his staff against her heart swallowed hard. There was no doubt that she did not want to die, but it was also difficult for her to make up her mind to betray Quel'Thalas.

So after a few seconds, she asked in a low voice:

"Queen Azshara, what do you need from us?"

"Ha, wise choice!"

Darkan laughed and waved his hand, melting the ice that bound his companions in front of him.

After receiving the blessing of the Queen's scepter that has been used for thousands of years, Darkan's spellcasting ability and magic manipulation were forcibly improved to a higher level, which gave him the confidence to call himself powerful.

He held the gorgeous deep-sea scepter and reached out to support his weak and frightened companion. Among the corpses killed by his sneak attack, Darkan pointed at his feet and said:

“The Queen needs to use the magic of the Sunwell to give herself the power to shake the world, and we loyal servants need to fulfill Her Majesty’s wish.

Then, the Queen will personally destroy the fake magic well that imprisoned all the potential of the Quel'dorei. Don't look at me like that, my poor compatriots.

Are you still aware of it?

Overreliance on the Sunwell has transformed the Quel'dorei from noble subjects of the Empire into lowly demon addicts like the Nightborne.

But we can still be saved.

The Queen promised me that she would give us new, more powerful forms and give us new hope.

Under the leadership of the Supreme Queen, we will return to purity and greatness. Come, let us complete this liberation and change together. "

"But the magic tide of the Sunwell cannot be controlled by the two of us!"

The female elf who was persuaded by Darkan was still a little afraid. She glanced at the dusty stairs leading to the magic well below the tower and said:

"We'll be minced if we go in."

"No, we have this! Although my magical attainments are completely unable to decipher the truth of the supreme knowledge and magic contained in this staff.

But I know it can help us ride the magical tides of the Sunwell. "

Darkan raised the scepter with a drop of the essence of the Well of Eternity sealed in his hand. His eyes were filled with greed for power and knowledge. He said:

"With this deep sea scepter given by the Queen herself, we can apply the magic tide of the Sunwell to the Queen, just like its preset magic flow will be applied to Anastarian.

We don't even need to interfere with the process.

And while the Queen uses this magic well to declare the return of the Empire, you and I, as the Queen's loyal servants, can also enjoy the grace and blessings that come from power.

We will also be reborn and become stronger.

These are all gifts from the Queen, and we must not refuse them, nor can we refuse them. "

After saying that, the "unparalleled loyalty" Darkan Drasil strode towards the stairs that were not allowed to enter. The female elf behind him folded her arms and felt a terrible chill.

She wanted to run away, but when she looked back at the strewn corpses of her colleagues killed by Darkan, she really couldn't jump left and right at this time.

In desperation, she could only follow Darkan, who seemed to be a little crazy in front of her, down the stairs of the Sun Tower.

She didn't know what would happen next.

But she had a hunch. She knew that the entire historical process of Quel'Thalas would be completely changed because of their actions today. Even the Quel'dorei civilization would deviate from its original trajectory and be forcibly pushed into something. Don't know the future of the end.

The moment she walked down the stairs, when this weak female mage was enveloped in darkness, she suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as if there was a pair of invisible black hands pushing behind this sudden war.

Everyone in this war is the pawn of the black hand, including her, the Sun King and Elisande, Darkan in front of her, and even Queen Azshara.

They were taken advantage of.

Sadly, they were completely unable to fight back.

They don't even know who to punch.

——

Time returns to the present.

After Queen Azshara forcibly seized the magic of the Sunwell using completely unscientific and magical means, the four elven leaders who were unable to defeat her fell into a catastrophic battle.

With the blessing of the Sun Well, the destructive power of Queen Azshara's magical magic has been elevated to a level that the Sun King simply doesn't want to think about.

Even the determined Tyrande felt the warning from the moon god to her in her heart.

Lady Elune is worried about her chosen one. She knows that if Tyrande is not lucky enough in the current battle, she may really die here.

To this end, Lady Luna even sent a message to Black.

On the character card in front of the stinking pirate, a line of text was beating: Lady Elune was very worried about Tyrande's safety, and she hoped that her loyal Dark Moon Chosen could intervene in the situation when necessary.

"Hey, look at how my own daughter is treated."

The pirate curled his lips sourly and said, as if he had eaten several lemons:

"I have done so many things for you, yet you never send someone to rescue me when I am in trouble."

Faced with the pirates' complaints, Ms. Elune also comforted and responded. In front of the pirates, the will of the Moon God emerged again, this time with only one word:

"good"

"Well"

Ms. Elune's attitude made the stinky pirate a little confused. He didn't know how to respond to Luna's sudden "mom tone", so he could only respond with an awkward silence.

However, the pirates are not worried about Tyrande's ending today.

Because Queen Azshara had made it clear before that she only wanted to announce the return of the Elf Empire, and did not intend to kill someone here to establish her authority.

As the world's number one queen, Ms. Azshara does not need to use such stupid methods that only tyrants would use to declare her majesty.

Of course, Elisande is an exception.

The great mage who had offended everyone was dead, and no one could save her.

Elisande himself seemed to have guessed his tragic ending, so when Queen Azshara "generously" gave them ten minutes to shake people, the Grand Magister was the most active.

She really didn't want to die, and her desire to live was so full at this moment that she no longer even paid attention to the Sun King's disgust for her, and took the initiative to use the Scepter of Sargeras to help "pull people".

"Alas! This won't work!"

Seeing Kael'thas Sunstrider walking out of the portal opened by the Sun King, Black, who was drinking, jumped up, made a "daaa" gesture, and shouted over there:

"Kaizi, you promised me before. Today's matter has nothing to do with you. Go! Go back to your Draenor and continue your work."

Faced with Black's scolding, Prince Kael'thas also held back his anger.

Always handsome and gentle, he rarely lost his temper and shouted to Blake:

"This was not our original agreement! Look, how far you have pushed my country and people! Black, I warned you before, I will give everything for my people.

My personal reputation is not worth mentioning in the face of such an incident. I must participate in this battle!

No negotiation! "

"Uh, okay."

The pirate shrugged and said casually:

"If you want to ask for a beating, that's your freedom. I've persuaded you anyway."

The next second, with the flying cry of the dragon eagle, the Windrunner sister also fell from the sky with Turalyon. The moment Alleria took out the bow, she secretly exchanged glances with Black.

The pirate nodded inaudibly, then turned to look at the edge of the sky, where a black dragon eagle was flying towards here carrying the dusty Sylvanas and her little boy.

And in the stream of teleportation, Vereesa Windrunner, who was not ashamed to be friends with Luo Ning in the Keep, also jumped out, just in time to appear together with General Lyressa who was summoned by the Sun King himself.

What a great guy.

The Windrunner family is here.

Queen Azshara also opened her eyes when she saw General Lilesa appearing in a hunting suit of undead. She looked at Windrunner's mother and asked:

"So, who are you here on behalf of? Does Your Majesty Lothar also want to participate in this elf affairs?"

"No, Your Majesty."

Windrunner's mother reached out and pushed her black helmet, and she said in the indifferent tone that an undead should have:

“I don’t represent the natural disasters or other camps, I just represent myself. As a mother, I cannot sit back and watch my children face danger.

As an elf, this is probably my last contribution to Quel'Thalas.

Of course, I also shoulder the mission of His Majesty Lothar.

This land is full of death, and those dead will become the best source of soldiers for the Scourge, but this matter has nothing to do with you. "

"very good."

The Elf Queen nodded and said:

"I will visit His Majesty Lothar at the right time. He is the second human ruler who I consider to be outstanding, besides Emperor Thoradin, in the rise of human civilization that I have watched.

Unfortunately, it would have been rude of me not to invite him to Nazjatar while he was still alive. "

"Your Majesty, the time is almost up."

Black waved his pocket watch next to Azshara, rubbed his hands and said as if urging:

"I'm not reminding you that this fun conference should start. The main reason is that there are only so many people they can find, and there won't be any surprises if we delay it any longer."

As he spoke, the pirate looked back at the invited "spectators".

Just like the last time he hosted the enthronement ceremony of the Lich King in North County, this time in addition to the powerful elves, the human side is still the classic combination of paladins and Dalaran mages.

The Draenei also sent people over because of Kael'thas' relationship.

Maraad and several archbishops stood in the crowd. They had not even figured out the complicated and complicated relationship between Azshara and various elven factions.

Rather than coming to fight, it was more like watching the fun.

Old Velen did not come this time, probably because he had predicted in advance that this battle would not have any results. However, because of the Kaldorei, the Green Dragon Legion sent several powerful green dragons to participate in the battle.

But this will not affect the outcome of the battle.

Judging from the data observed through Blake's character card, Azshara at this time has surpassed the demigods with the blessing of the magic power of the Sunwell. It is still possible to cross the shackles of life forms and reach the true "God of Magic". There is a slight gap.

But she can no longer resist these "mortals" in front of her.

Ten thousand years ago, Azshara, who was sitting on the Well of Eternity, was so powerful that even Archimonde was frightened. The current queen is not at her peak, but it is enough for her to sweep the world.

She is indeed the most powerful woman in Azeroth, and this appearance alone is enough to make Blake drool with envy.

"Then, let's get started."

Queen Azshara gracefully grasped the wand again, and a group of people in front of her also raised their weapons. Just when the training was about to begin, a light of teleportation suddenly rose.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of the pirates, headed by Magna Aegwynn, the members included Merry Winterwind, Elya Blue Moon, Arch Lich Antonidas, Little Lich Kel'Thuzad, Elf Ghost Prince Farodis, The "luxurious lineup" of the "Great Wizard Magic Salon" including the enlightener Mr. Sachiel appeared in front of everyone.

"No!"

Blake shouted desperately:

"Why are you here, Dean? Didn't I tell you in advance and just pretended to be asking for help and didn't hear it?"

"Well, never mind, my apprentice."

Dean Lanyue pushed up his glasses with some embarrassment and said:

"Everyone just heard that Queen Azshara appeared here, so we plan to come to discuss the truth of magic with Her Majesty the Queen. In your words, we are just here to see the world.

By the way, I’ll record today’s battle.

Since it's a discussion, let's stop there and there will be no casualties.

Oh, by the way, there’s one more thing.”

Dean Lanyue glanced at Blake and said:

“Your paper has been suspended from review after three discussions among all of us.

Because you not only hired Xiaoxingxing to help you write your paper, but also some of the expected data in the paper were seriously inaccurate, we believe that you are suspected of 'academic misconduct' and 'academic fraud'.

Sorry, my apprentice.

But you still can't graduate from me, but don't worry, I'm trying my best to help you pass the next round of review, but you may need to revise your paper, I mean, you have to complete it by yourself.

This is due respect for knowledge and truth. "

"No!!!"

The pirate cried out in despair.

He was filled with despair that would destroy the world.

The heart is tired, destroy it.

At this moment, Black, who was despairing because of his failure in graduation, turned back to look at the Queen with a cheerful smile on his face. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Majesty, have you seen those stubborn old men and women?"

"I will help you destroy the Sunwell with my own hands. I have only one request. Beat them! Beat them hard! Help your poor guards breathe.

But just give me a lesson, don't really beat me to death. To be honest, they were pretty good to me. "