MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1845 71. The value of the taunted Azshara San is reset to zero [1/2

   Chapter 1845 71. The mocked Azshara San value is reset to zero [120]

  The former gorgeous palace has become a **** dump of old Gani's ecstasy. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the garbage man is, he can't run across time and space to pick up garbage.

   Around this collapsed palace, loyal guards who were worried about the queen's safety have come from all directions to save their queen from being hurt by the "assassin".

   But the "mind fog" quietly rising around the ruins made them come and go.

   is like a savage hammer slamming on the forehead. If you can maintain your senses and not fall into a coma under such a heavy blow, then brother, I can only say that you are not an ordinary person.

   In short, although there is a lot of movement, the scene is full.

   even caught the attention of Archimonde the Defiler, who was sitting by the Well of Eternity, but so far, the conversation between the Queen and the Silent One has remained undisturbed.

   But Queen Azshara, who was sitting on the trash heap with her hair disheveled, was very embarrassed at this time.

   Exactly.

   It is not the anger of being slapped in the face, nor the madness after being slapped with pride in the heart, but embarrassment!

   It's as embarrassing as being read aloud in public by the sour poems that I wrote when I was young.

  If it wasn't for the wrong time and the Queen's weakness after her ultimate move, she would even be embarrassed enough to use her perfect toes to carve out another gorgeous temple for herself.

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

   To be precise, it came from the thing wrapped around the hands of this filthy evil god.

   It was a small, delicate, lewd, slutty, very interesting little cloth with lace edges, which was in line with the rotten and weird aesthetics of the upper elves.

   Well, it's a small cloth!

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

  The queen folded her legs tightly.

   She thought that this nasty **** had "offended" her just now, but in fact, the underside of her skirt was intact, and the place that should be protected was still protected.

   But she really couldn't understand it, where did the guy in front of him get this thing?

   "Well, your focus isn't quite right."

  The crumb pirate glanced at His Majesty Azshara, who lowered his head and blushed, and then looked at the thing wrapped around his hands. He also felt embarrassed. If he was not a pervert, how could he use this kind of thing to insult an empress like Azshara?

  It was just an accident, he swears.

   is just to reduce the impact of the slap, so he must wrap some magic items that can weaken the power on his hands, and he has a lot of things in his luggage, but nothing is more suitable than this queen's **** pants.

   is legendary equipment after all.

Right?

   Alright, the Silent One can't make it up anymore.

   he did it on purpose

   "Where are you from"

   Azshara quickly calmed down in embarrassment just as Black had expected.

  The return of reason made the queen realize that the problem was wrong. It is impossible for her underwear to be stolen, not even by gods.

  Because all her clothes are unique, they are carefully crafted by court tailors and have no replicas. Every clothes are destroyed once they are worn, and the small cloth strips in the hands of the scrap pirates are now worn on themselves.

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

   He is by no means the existence of this era.

   No wonder the time flow around him is so strange.

   "Are you sure you want to ask this?"

  Black threw the small strip of cloth in his hand back into his suitcase. After seeing Azshara calm and sober, he picked up his pipe and said:

   "You have to ask and 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, not with you! It's impossible."

  The high-end spellcasters are all human beings, not to mention the "daughter of the world" in front of her. She instantly understood the very complicated principles of time and space travel.

   Consternation appeared in her amber eyes, and then she shook her head in denial, how could such a self-loving queen be willing to give herself to a disabled elf in the future?

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

  My God!

   Not even if he is a god!

   Do people sleep with monkeys?

   But that's not what pirates want to talk to her about.

   "Are you awake?"

   Black asked.

   Azshara touched his cheek, which did not leave any trace, and nodded slightly, because the mind that had been bewitched by the infection of the fel energy after several visits to Lord Sargeras returned to its most rational form.

   All the things she did during this time came to mind, causing the queen to rub her forehead into silence.

   This kind of bewitching was not deliberately done by Sargeras, a big man at the level of the Dark Titan disdain to use such a small trick.

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

   They succumbed to the temptation of power.

  But mortals are mortals after all, even with the magical infusion of the Well of Eternity, Azshara's life rank is lower than that of Lord Sargeras, which causes her to be infected by the other party's breath when she comes into contact with the will of the Dark Titan.

   That can't even be called pollution.

   can only be said to be a kind of "assimilation".

   is like a drop of ink thrown into a basin that will be diluted and finally melted into the water, and Azshara's mind is the difference between a drop of ink and the sea compared to Sargeras.

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

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

  Bah!

  The proper queen of the sea

   Black thought.

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

   "You know what's wrong?"

   Seeing Azshara's remorseful expression in sobriety, Blake breathed out a smoke ring and asked again:

   "Anything you want to say?"

   "I did something wrong. Under the bewitchment of Xavius, I allowed the demons to slaughter my people."

   Azshara said hoarsely:

   "I personally destroyed the foundation of the existence of the empire, I tore my civilization, this is not what an emperor should do, I almost made all the mistakes that 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 be the force behind us. "

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

"Do you want to?"

   "What do you say?"

  Black replied angrily.

   Azshara's amber eyes flashed a gleam of "really so", and there was no regret. If Black, the evil god, really came to save the Elf Empire, tonight's conversation would be completely unnecessary.

   He could take on Sargeras in the Twisting Nether.

   "I'm just here to make a prophecy for you, my dear majesty, we have a good relationship in the future, so this is what I should do. As for your offense just now, wait until the future comes and say it slowly.

   So, Azshara, the erring king of elves, are you ready to hear the prophecy of the black prophet? "

   The disheveled queen nodded.

   She is waiting for the guidance of fate in this desolate ruin, and her messy mind makes it almost impossible for her to make an accurate judgment. Such a powerful woman is also as vulnerable as a child in this drastic conflict.

   The arrogance of reason is not a problem, the loss of control of madness is the worst nightmare.

   "Your empire has been set on fire, Azshara, you have lit the first fire with your own hands, and the flames of resistance have been ignited and turned into sparks in the sky.

  You have come too far to turn back, fate turns into two paths at this moment.

   Or go on and fall into the abyss in the wrath of your subjects and the punishment of the world.

  Either stop, pray for forgiveness from those who have been hurt by you and give everything to turn the tide, it is difficult for you to win, but at least you can die with dignity. "

  Black stretched out his left hand, and then his right hand, before 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:

   "Fate is doomed. Even if I now put down all my arrogance and dignity into the arms of the Resistance, those subjects who have been extremely disappointed in me will no longer accept me.

   Highborne who have betrayed the demons will only be cleared more quickly.

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

   Azshara looked up and said to Black:

   "There is only despair that greets me, that is the destiny I have earned for myself, the judgment that I cannot escape and cannot escape, and that is the only ending a mad king can get.

   This is not a prophecy.

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

   Everything is irreversible, right? "

"You are really smart."

   Chaos swayed beneath the pirate's hood, and he complimented:

   "Perhaps only this kind of wisdom can let you ruin your empire that should have been rising in such a short time, yes, everything is irreversible.

  You started the war with your own hands, but the key to ending the war 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 wish to leave them a glimmer of hope.

   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 hear it? "

   "Yes, please say it."

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

  Blake felt a little pitiful when she saw her standing alone, so he put his hand on Azshara's messy hair and helped her straighten her hair, just like a preacher preaching.

   He said softly:

   "You will not die, Azshara, the love of the world for you is so great that you can keep yourself alive after terrible mistakes and disasters.

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

  You can also take on the duties of a queen.

   In addition to these rebels, there 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 will always wake up, but if you choose to give up on yourself, then you can only exist as a coward, a mad king and a loser in history.

   I don't think that's the impression you want to leave the world.

persist in"

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

   "Hold on till the end of the nightmare, after all the pain and weight of the past has been turned over, you elf forgotten by the world will usher in a new life.

Yes

   Azshara, the next time we meet, if you are still awake, if you have the last remaining dignity of yourself, if you remember me.

   Then I will help you rebuild your empire. "

  The Queen's body tensed at this moment.

  Her fingers trembled, not just because of excitement, but because of Blake's warm breath as he spoke, it hit his most sensitive ear.

   This **** must have done it on purpose!

   But that also makes a point.

   He may indeed have an unimaginably close relationship with this mysterious black-clothed prophet in the future, otherwise he would not be able to know his "weakness".

   "Okay, the prophecy is over, and the meeting of fate will also be parted here."

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

   "Then, esteemed queen, please allow me to retire."

   "Om"

The figure of the    pirate disappeared in front of Azshara.

   was as abrupt as when he appeared, the surrounding mental fog also dissipated at this moment, and those dazed guards woke up and rushed into the ruined palace.

   They saw the wounded all over the ground and the wounded maids lying beside the ruins of the throne. Their bodies had recovered from the posture of the 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 ruins of the mess, no one dared to disturb the queen's contemplation, but there are always **** who don't have a wink will jump out at this time to show off their presence.

   "Is this a terrible assassin sent by the Resistance to assassinate our esteemed Queen?"

   The polluter's voice came from the dark night, and although it wasn't sarcastic or even genuinely concerned, the **** was clearly looking at 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 underdog.

   But its concern was immediately answered by Azshara.

   "The Defiler! I order you! Take all your demons to Black Rook Keep and kill all the rebels!"

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

   She roared in the conversation of the mind:

   "I want them to die! I want them to die so painfully! To pay for this shameful assassination! You must fulfill my orders!

   Act now! "

   "Huh? Sorry, Your Majesty, I can understand your anger and unhappiness, but the problem is that we need to stay at the Well of Eternity to supply the arrival of the gods."

   The polluter said indifferently:

   "Perhaps your loyal elves can shed blood for your shame and make those who resist pay the price. Anyway, haven't you high elves always claimed to be 'perfect life'?

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

   This bastard!

   Don't even install it!

   But Azshara being deflated in front of Black doesn't mean anyone can bully her.

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

   At the 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 burst to death.

   And the portal, which has been integrated with the Well of Eternity, also made a sour cracking sound, and the ferocious magic lightning jumped back and forth on the portal,

   If it goes on like this, the portal will collapse in a few minutes at most.

   "What the **** are you doing!"

   The Defiler's horrified roar resounded in the telepathic connection, but Azshara just said in a more indifferent tone:

   "Go to Black Rook Hold! I'll only say it once, now! Immediately!"

   "This woman is crazy!"

   The Defiler was furious at the reversing 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, a large number of fel energy gates were erected, and the elite demons who were guarding near the Well of Eternity crossed the portal to the battlefield of Black Rook Castle under the command of the great demon.

   "Malonos! Guard the portal!"

   The polluter warns:

   "The arrival of the master cannot have any more waves! Anyone who dares to break into this place, kill!"

   Powerful and savage saboteurs love this command.

  It was laughing wildly and guarding the road leading to the Well of Eternity. The blue-skinned polluter took one last look at the ruined palace, and it vaguely saw Azshara standing by the ruins.

   The Defiler sneered, and disappeared across the portal and disappeared on the battlefield of Zin Azsari.

   Azshara, who was watching all this, bowed her head wearily at this moment, she clenched her fists, and let out a sigh that only she could hear:

   "Elune, look at what I've done"

   (end of this chapter)