Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1845 71. The ridiculed Azshara’s San value returns to zero [120]

The magnificent palace of the past has become a rubbish dump in old Garni's ecstasy. It's a pity that the garbage man, no matter how powerful he is, can't travel across time and space to pick up garbage.

Around the collapsed palace, loyal and brave guards who were worried about the queen's safety had come from all directions to save their queen from being harmed by "assassins".

But the "spiritual fog" quietly rising around the ruins made them pour as much as they could.

It's like a sharp hammer hitting your forehead. If you can still maintain your sanity under such a heavy blow, then brother, I can only say that you are not an ordinary person.

In short, although there was a lot of movement, the scene was quite satisfying.

It even attracted the attention of Archimonde the Defiler who was sitting next to the Well of Eternity, but so far, the conversation between the Queen and the Silent One has remained uninterrupted.

However, Queen Azshara, who was sitting on the garbage heap with disheveled hair, was in a very awkward state of mind at this time.

That's right.

It's not the anger of being slapped in the face, nor the madness of being arrogant in the heart, but embarrassment!

It's as embarrassing as having the literate and acidic poem I wrote when I was young being read aloud in public.

If the timing hadn't been wrong and the Queen was now weak after her ultimate move, she would have been embarrassed enough to dig out another gorgeous temple for herself with her perfect toes.

The source of the embarrassment came from the Silent One who had just taught her a harsh lesson.

To be precise, it comes from the thing wrapped around the hand of this obscene evil god.

It was a small, delicate, obscene, dissolute, very in line with the corrupt and weird aesthetics of the upper elf, a lace-edged, very interesting little strip of cloth.

Well, it’s just a small strip of cloth!

Even if Lord Sargeras were here today, it would definitely be a small piece of cloth.

The Queen closed her legs tightly.

She thought that this obscene god had "offended" her just now, but in fact, her skirt was intact under her skirt, and the places that should be protected were still protected.

But she really couldn't understand it. Where did the guy in front of her get this thing?

"Well, your focus is not quite right."

The Pirate Pirate glanced at Her Majesty Azshara, who had her head lowered and her face flushed, and then looked at the thing wrapped in his hand. He also felt embarrassed. He was not a pervert, how could he use such a thing to bully a queen like Azshara?

He swore it was just an accident.

Just to weaken the impact of the slap, he had to wrap his hands with some magic items that could weaken the force. He had many things prepared in his bag, but there was nothing more suitable than the Queen's sexy pants.

After all, it is legendary equipment.

Right?

Okay, Lord Silent One can no longer compile it.

He did it on purpose

"Where are you from"

Azshara quickly calmed down in the embarrassment as Black expected.

The return of reason made the queen realize that something was wrong. Her intimate clothes could not be stolen by anyone, not even gods.

Because all her clothes are unique, carefully made by the palace tailor and there is no replica. Each piece of clothing is worn once and then destroyed, and the small strip of cloth in the pirate's hand is now worn on her body.

In other words, the evil god in front of him should have come from the past or the future.

He is definitely not from this era.

No wonder the flow of time around him was so strange.

"Are you sure you want to ask this?"

Black threw the small piece of cloth back into his bag. After seeing that Azshara was calm and awake, he picked up his pipe and said:

"If you ask, I can tell you, but I don't know if you will continue to be embarrassed. You might as well guess, how did I get it?

My dear Majesty. "

"I'm in the future, and not you! This is impossible."

High-level spell casters are all human beings, not to mention the "daughter of the world" in front of her. She understood the very complicated principles of time and space travel in an instant.

Shock appeared in her amber eyes, and then she shook her head in denial. How could the queen who loved herself so much be willing to commit herself to a disabled elf in the future?

Just look at the short sharp ears on the edge of his chaotic appearance and you will know that this guy is an elf subspecies, a hybrid!

Oh my God!

Even if he is a god, this will not work!

Do people sleep with monkeys?

But that wasn't what the pirate wanted to talk to her about.

"Are you awake?"

Blake asked.

Azshara touched her cheek, which had not left any traces, and nodded slightly. Her mind, which had been infected and bewitched by the evil force after meeting Lord Sargeras several times, returned to its most rational form.

Everything she had done during this time came to mind, causing the Queen to rub her forehead and fall into silence.

This kind of bewitchment was not deliberate by Sargeras. A big figure at the level of the Dark Titan would disdain to use such small means.

Just like his "recruitment" in the world of Argus, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde did not choose to join the Burning Legion because their minds were bewitched.

They are succumbing to the temptation of power.

But mortals are mortals after all. Even with the magic infusion from the Well of Eternity, Azshara's life level is still lower than Lord Sargeras. This causes her to be infected by the Dark Titan's aura when she comes into contact with the will of the Dark Titan.

That's not even pollution.

It can only be described as a kind of "assimilation".

Just like when a drop of ink is thrown into a basin, it will be diluted and eventually merge into the water. Compared with Sargeras, Azshara's mind is simply the difference between a drop of ink and the ocean.

Of course, Azshara's admiration for Sargeras is not entirely the result of this assimilation. After all, the arrogant Queen has only seen a few men in her life. It is logical for a powerful woman like her to pursue the favor of a stronger man.

She doesn't really love Lord Sargeras, she is just pursuing the power and might of the Dark Titan.

Pooh!

Proper female Neptune style

Blake thought to himself.

I have relieved an emotional secret mine for my service boss. If Lord Sargeras knew that he was serving him so wholeheartedly, he would be very satisfied, right?

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Seeing Azshara's remorseful expression when she was awake, Black blew out a smoke ring and asked again:

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"I did do something wrong. Under the influence of Xavius, I allowed the demon to massacre my people."

Azshara said hoarsely:

"I personally destroyed the foundation of the empire's existence and tore apart my civilization. This is not what an emperor should do. I made almost all the mistakes I could make.

But it was too late.

Sargeras is about to come to this world. Apart from following him, there is no possibility of survival in this world, unless you are willing to become the power behind us. "

The Queen raised her head, looked at Blake's chaotic face, and said:

"Do you want to?"

"What do you think?"

Blake replied angrily.

Azshara's amber eyes showed a light of "It's true", and there was no regret at all. If the evil god Black really came to save the Elf Empire, tonight's conversation would be completely unnecessary.

He can definitely challenge Sargeras in the Twisting Nether.

"I'm just here to make a prediction for you. My dear Your Majesty, our relationship will be good in the future, so this is what I should do. As for your offense just now, wait until the future comes and talk about it slowly.

So, Azshara, the elven king who made a huge mistake, is she ready to listen to the prophecy of the Black Prophet? "

The queen with disheveled hair nodded.

She was waiting for the guidance of fate in these desolate ruins, and her chaotic mind made it almost impossible for her to make an accurate judgment. Such a powerful woman was as fragile as a child in this dramatic conflict.

Arrogance under reason is not a problem, losing control of madness is the most terrifying nightmare.

"Your empire has been ignited, Azshara, you personally lit the first fire, and those flames of resistance have ignited and turned into sparks all over the sky.

You have gone too far to turn back, and your destiny has become two paths at this moment.

Or continue on and fall into the abyss amid the wrath of your subjects and the chastisement of the world.

Either stop, pray for forgiveness from those you have hurt, and do everything you can to reverse the situation. It will be difficult for you to win, but at least you can die with dignity. "

Black stretched out his left hand and then his right hand, placing them in front of Azshara like two roads.

The Queen looked at the two hands in front of her. After a brief thought, she shook her head and said:

"The fate is doomed. Even if I put aside all my arrogance and dignity and join the arms of the rebels now, those subjects who have been extremely disappointed in me will never accept me again.

Highborne who betrayed the demons would only be cleared out more quickly.

There is no choice at all, the mysterious prophet in black. "

Azshara raised her head and said to Black:

"What greets me is despair. That is the fate I have earned for myself. It is a judgment that I cannot escape and cannot escape. There is only one ending that a crazy king can get.

This is not a prophecy.

This is just the final warning before the death knell falls.

It's all irreversible, right? "

"You are really smart."

The chaos under the Pirate's hood was swaying, and he praised:

"Perhaps only such wisdom can allow you to ruin your supposedly rising empire in such a short period of time. Yes, everything is irreversible.

You started the war with your own hands, but the key to ending it is not in your hands.

However, there is one last thing you can do for your subjects before receiving the final judgment, if you really want to leave a glimmer of hope for them.

I won't tell you what to do, I believe that with your wisdom you can definitely think of how to help them.

We don't have much time.

The second prophecy, do you want to listen? "

"Yes, please say so."

Azshara finally lowered her proud head, like a loser who had lost all her glory.

Blake felt a little pitiful when he saw her walking alone, so he put his hand on Azshara's messy hair and helped her tidy it up, like a preaching priest.

He said softly:

"You will not die, Azshara, and the world loves you so much that you continue to live on despite terrible mistakes and disasters.

You will continue to write your own story, which may be repayment or atonement, depending on how you view the world and your dark destiny in the future.

You can also take on the duties of a queen.

Beyond these rebels is a group of loyalists who are willing to follow you to the ends of the earth.

Loyalty is always the best virtue, and every loyalty should be rewarded.

The road ahead will be difficult, Azshara.

But I hope you can persevere in the dark nightmare. No matter how terrible the nightmare is, you will always wake up. But if you choose to give up on yourself, then you can only remain as a coward, a mad king and a loser. in history.

I think that's not the impression you want to leave on the world.

persist in"

Black leaned down and whispered into Azshara's long ear:

"Persist until the end of the nightmare, after all the painful and heavy past has been turned over, you elves forgotten by the world will usher in a new life.

Yes

Azshara, when we meet next time, if you are still conscious, if you still retain your last remaining dignity, if you still remember me.

Then, I will help you rebuild your empire. "

The Queen's body tensed up at this moment.

Her fingers trembled, not just because of excitement, but because Blake's warm breath hit her most sensitive ears when he spoke.

This bastard must have done it on purpose!

But it also illustrates a point.

It is indeed possible that he will have some unimaginably close relationship with this mysterious prophet in black in the future, otherwise he would not be able to know his "weakness".

"Okay, the prophecy has ended, and the fateful meeting will also be parted here."

Black took a step back and shook off the demon whip in his hand. He leaned down and said to Azshara like a loyal courtier:

"Then, my dear Queen, please allow me to retire."

"Buzz"

The pirate's figure disappeared from Azshara's eyes.

Just as abruptly as he appeared, the mental fog around him also dissipated at this moment, and the bewildered guards woke up and rushed into the ruined palace.

They saw the injured on the ground and the injured maids lying beside the ruins of the throne. Their bodies had returned from the posture of Naga to the elves, as if the distortion just now was just a nightmare.

This scene made the queen close her eyes thoughtfully.

She just sat on the twisted throne, sitting in the messy ruins. No one dared to disturb the queen's contemplation, but there were always bastards with no eyes who would jump out at this time to show off their presence.

"Did the rebels send terrible assassins to kill our respected Queen?"

The Defiler's voice came from the dark night. Although it was not sarcastic or even filled with sincere concern, the bastard obviously came to see Azshara's embarrassment after being bullied.

The Queen's untimely arrogance has made the Polluter very impatient, and it will not miss this opportunity to beat the drowned dog.

But its concern was immediately responded to by Azshara.

"Defiler! I order you! Take all your demons to Black Crow Castle immediately and kill all the rebels!"

The Queen's anger came so suddenly and so violently.

She roared in her spiritual conversation:

"I want them to die! I want them to die in extreme pain! To pay for this shameful assassination! You must complete my instructions!

Act now! "

"Huh? I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I can understand your anger and discomfort, but the problem is that we need to stay by the Well of Eternity to provide for the arrival of the gods."

The polluter said in an indifferent tone:

"Perhaps your loyal elves can shed their blood for your shame and make those who resist pay the price. Anyway, haven't you upper elves always claimed that you are a 'perfect life'?

It’s not like you can’t do such a small thing, right? "

This bastard!

Not even pretending!

But Azshara's weakness in front of Black doesn't mean that anyone can bully her.

The moment Archimonde refused the Queen's order, the rolling black tide in the Well of Eternity suddenly stopped and began to rotate in the opposite direction under Azshara's control.

At this moment when the terrifying magic power from the Heart of the World was reversed, thousands of demon wizards who cast spells to maintain the portal around the Well of Eternity all burst to death.

And the portal that has been integrated with the Well of Eternity also made a tooth-breaking crackling sound, and ferocious magic lightning jumped back and forth on the portal,

If this continues, the portal will collapse in a few minutes at most.

"What the hell are you doing!"

The Defiler's angry roar sounded in the mind connection, but Azshara just said in a more indifferent tone:

"Go to Black Crow Keep! I only say this once, now! Now!"

"This woman is crazy!"

The Defiler was shocked and angry as he watched the inverted eternal tide, but it obviously underestimated Azshara's control over the Well of Eternity. Under the threat of the mad queen, Archimonde gritted his teeth.

A few minutes later, large swaths of evil gates were erected, and the elite demons guarding near the Well of Eternity crossed the portal and headed for the battlefield of Black Crow Castle under the command of the big demon.

"Maronos! Guard the portal!"

The polluters warned:

"The arrival of the master cannot cause any more disturbances! Anyone who dares to break into this place will be killed!"

The powerful and brutal Destroyer loves this command.

It laughed maniacally and stood guard on the road leading from the palace to the Well of Eternity. The blue-skinned Defiler took one last look at the ruined palace. It vaguely saw a disheveled Azshara standing beside the ruins.

The Defiler sneered and disappeared across the portal into Zin-Azshari's battlefield.

Azshara, who was watching all this, lowered her head tiredly at this moment. She clenched her fists and sighed that only she could hear:

"Here Elune, look what I've done."