Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 379 Shadow of the Abyss

When the brilliance of the Sunwell became even brighter because of a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity, the magic concentration of the entire Quel'Thalas increased sharply, and many magic networks that were depleted due to that catastrophe were lost. Filled up again.

"It seems that it was still very successful."

Azshara stood by the lakeside of the Sunwell, in a good mood.

"The Sunwell has revived again! Thank you for your help! Your Majesty Azshara."

Although Sylvanas was a ranger, she knew very well what would happen to the sin'dorei who lost their magic power supply.

Elves who have been born in a magical environment powered by the sun well need magic power just like ordinary people need food and oxygen.

As for magic addiction, it is easy to explain. Can living beings not eat or breathe?

"This is the expected reward for you, I think you should understand, Sylvanas."

Vashj, standing next to Azshara, looked down at Sylvanas, who was shorter than her, and said slightly arrogantly.

As Azshara woke up, a whisper like the language of a nightmare appeared deep in her heart.

"Ah~ It's that dream again. This is definitely not an ordinary dream."

Sylvanas looked at Vashj seriously, and finally her eyes fell on Azshara.

"Your Majesty! Are you okay?!"

Azshara's body suddenly burst out with a strong magic power, causing the air in the entire palace to tremble. Her movement also caused Vashj, who had been guarding the door, to rush in immediately.

After the two parties reached an agreement, the Empire's expansion of Sunsail Port began. While the expansion of Sunsail Port was being carried out, the Imperial Army's advance reconnaissance force also traveled to Kalimdor via airships and intra-atmospheric shuttles. Preliminary reconnaissance began.

Azshara turned around and looked down at Sylvanas.

Azshara heard Sylvanas' misunderstanding of the matter, and she explained it.

Azshara was once again awakened by the images in her dream, and what awakened her was that she looked in the mirror in her dream, and the image reflected on the mirror made her become an underwater monster.

"Submit...surrender...surrender to the void...all things will eventually turn into nothingness...only the void will last forever..."

"Yangfan Port still belongs to you, but we need to renovate it. It is impossible to carry out large-scale transportation at the current scale. You can also continue to use that port. I said, we are here Those who help you get through this difficult time are not here to conquer you.”

That twisted body was foreshadowing something to her.

During this time in Quel'Thalas, Azshara was warmly received by the people of Quel'Thalas, and there were even rumors in Silvermoon City about electing Azshara as the new king of Quel'Thalas. News, Azshara laughed it off.

"Of course I know that we Sin'dorei have a duty to fight against the Burning Legion!"

She is not from this time and space, her real home is still in her own time and space.

And that dream happened in the abyss. She was like a snake-like creature living in the maelstrom abyss.

"Get lost! Don't even think about causing trouble for me at this time!"

Sylvanas agreed without hesitation. It was just a Sunsail Port. Quel'Thalas had no reluctance to part with it. It was the largest port in Quel'Thalas; but it was completely restored and even surpassed it. Compared with the former Sunwell, all this is worth it.

"Even if you ask for Silver Moon City, we will agree to it, let alone Yangfan Port."

However, recently she began to have rare dreams, and there were waves of whispers. The whispers made her feel extremely familiar.

"As the empire's forward base here, we need to use Yangfan Port as our temporary base. I hope you can agree."

Vashj looked concerned at Azshara, who was sitting on the bed with disheveled clothes, disheveled hair and an angry look on her face.

"I'm fine. How is the construction of Yangfan Port? How is the assembly of our troops?"

Azshara took a deep breath and looked at Vashj.

"The engineering troops are still stepping up efforts to expand the dock, and related ship maintenance preparations have been transferred directly from our side. The troops are still being assembled."

Vashj reported the truth to Azshara. She was now more concerned about what had happened to Azshara during this period. It seemed that since she came to Quel'Thalas, she had been frequently awakened by nightmares, which made her a little confused. disturbed.

"Old Gods, the Ancient Gods in this world have not all been cleaned up yet. I may have been targeted by an Ancient God, Vashchi."

After thinking about it for a while, Azshara has finally deduced who the guy who is pretending to be is. According to the intelligence received so far, C’Thun is located in Ahn’Qiraj in the Silithus Desert. It has been wiped out by both the Alliance and the Horde, and Yogg-Saron, who is located in Northrend, the frozen soil in the north, has also been wiped out by the forces of both parties.

I even heard that not long ago, these two forces completely eliminated the remaining influence of Y'Shaarj in Pandaria, the foggy continent in the south.

So, it can now be inferred that the one who is still influencing her is the ancient god whose identity is unknown, N'Zoth.

"The Ancient Gods?! Damn it, why would they come out to cause trouble at this time!"

Vashj knew very well how terrifying those ancient gods were. What she didn't expect was that these monsters would jump out and cause trouble at this critical moment in the fight against the Burning Legion.

"Do you think they are a group of smart guys? They are just a group of shadow polymers who only follow their instincts. They don't have any brains. They just think they dare to jump out and cause trouble when they see a little opportunity."

Azshara began to put on her clothes with an unhappy expression, and allowed Vashj to come forward to help her dress up.

"But it won't be a problem if this continues. Even the Black Dragon King Neltharion was driven crazy by these whispers. Can you hold on?"

Vashj looked at Azshara worriedly as she combed her hair.

"Don't forget, Vashj. Where did Nazjatar come from? Its previous name was Ny'alotha."

Azshara said, a flash of murderous intent flashed across her amber-gold pupils.

If the ancient god continued to whisper in her ears during this period, she would not mind defeating the ancient god before retreating from the Burning Legion. Although Vashchi wanted to say something else, she hesitated and did not say it.

Yes, in their time and space, Azshara did kill the last ancient god on Azeroth with her own hands, but the situation that time cannot be carried out in today's Azeroth. Reproduced.

In that battle, Azshara wore the gifts of the Loas, the moonlight in the sky shone on her body, and even the will of the star soul of Azeroth was attached to her body. The Dragon Kings and Titan Guardians They fought side by side with her, and even so, they paid a heavy price when facing the ancient gods.

Relying on the infinite magic power of the Well of Eternity, the entire Ny'alotha, together with the ancient god N'zoth, was pulled out from under the Well of Eternity in Azeroth and ascended into space.

It was with the power of the sun that N'Zoth was finally killed.

It is almost impossible to implement such a grand plan here.

Not to mention whether there are so many Loas here, but whether those Loas are willing to bestow blessings on her is a question.

"So, what we have to do next is to regain the recognition of those Loa first."

Azshara smiled confidently. She looked very satisfied with herself in the mirror after Vashj helped her dress up.

"Based on the current situation, our time is very tight. If we let those demons take action first, we may be in trouble."

The worried look on Vashj's face could not be eradicated.

"We are going to the Zandalari Islands first. Through the Loa altars in Zul'Dazar, I can gain the recognition of those Loa to the maximum extent. Don't forget, I have experienced twelve years of experience. The orthodox emperor of the trial."

Azshara was very confident about this. She was confident that she could gain the recognition of the Loa of this parallel time and space in a short time. But when she took the shuttle and flew over the Zandalari Islands, she understood, How wrong I was.

"Get out of here! Night Elf! This is the territory of the Zandalari Empire! It is the habitat of the Loa! Get out of here immediately!"

Before the shuttle landed, a group of pterodactyl riders gathered around them. They held their spears high, and the masks on their faces made it difficult to see their expressions at this time, but as you can imagine, it was definitely not a good expression. .

Looking at the scene in front of her, Azshara patiently explained her purpose and origin at first, but the troll riders present would not believe her words at all, and would only think that there was something wrong with the night elf in front of her.

It didn't make sense, and she couldn't fight in directly, so she had no choice but to give up, temporarily giving up her trip to the Zandalari Islands, and instead tried to go to Kalimdor.

Azshara didn't understand why some of the wilderness demigods chose to help the Kaldorei and some chose to help the trolls even though they were all wilderness demigods.

When did this split happen? !

Zin Aessarin, once the capital of the Kaldorei Empire, is now in ruins. In the big explosion ten thousand years ago, most of the capital was sunk into the depths of the sea. Only A small number of them resurfaced under the ebb and flow of the tide after the big explosion.

As time went by, both the Alliance and the Horde regarded this place as a contested territory. Both the tribe's caravans and the Alliance's merchants set up temporary trading points here. After all, this is a coastal area. In this area, the once abandoned ruins have been faintly revived under such circumstances.

But with the emergence of Nagas, this place has become a paradise for adventurers.

When Azshara's shuttle passed over the ruins of Zin Azzarin City, overlooking the ruins below, her temperament inevitably became much heavier.

And N'zoth's whisper also appeared at this moment, continuing to show her how powerless she was in this time and space when the world collapsed.

"Don't compare me to that idiot! Get out of here!"

Azshara's eyes lit up with arcane blue light, and she decided to disembark here and head to Mount Hyjal by walking. Maybe she could meet those wilderness demigods during the hike. .

But before she could get out of the ruins of Zin Aessarin, she was attacked by a group of naga. These snake-like monsters were exactly like the monsters in her nightmares, which made her feel extremely sick.

Arcane missiles lit up around her body, turning into a torrential rain and wiping out all the Nagas that rushed up. Azshara frowned tightly as she looked at the Naga corpses on the ground leaking stinky pus and blood. stand up.

A flame ignited from her hand, and then the flame burned everything here to ashes.

When Azshara continued to move along the seashore towards Ashenvale, she still encountered a large number of Naga attacks. These few times were dealt with by Vashj, and Azshara was not stained by this again. own hands.

Until, a Naga who was suspected to be a priest did not take the initiative to attack, but greeted Vashchi in her somewhat weird Salas language. It was strange that the other party actually knew Vashchi.

"Vashj?! You, broke the curse?!"

The Naga priestess's tone was filled with disbelief and excitement.

"Monster! Do you know me?!"

Vashj frowned and looked at the ugly Naga priest in front of him.

"Are you going to betray the Queen?! Vashj!"

The Naga priest was very angry after hearing Vashchi's words. She wanted to step forward and catch Vashchi.

But before she could take action, a dazzling light blinded her eyes, and a huge roar caused her body to collapse to the ground uncontrollably.

"I am very interested in the queen you talk about. Tell me your origin, monster."

Azshara raised the corner of her mouth, stepped on the chest of the Naga priestess, and looked down at her.

When the Naga priestess recovered from her brief blindness and deafness, what she saw was indeed a beautiful face obscured by a hood, and the pair of amber-gold pupils made her extremely familiar.

"Your Majesty Azshara...you, have you found a way to break the curse?!"

The Naga priestess looked at Azshara in disbelief, and the words her twisted voice said made Azshara shudder.

Curse, could it be that I am not dead in this time and space? ! Instead, it turned into the monster in her sleep? !

Why is it like this? !

What kind of stupid thing did she do in this time and space? Without the old man's guidance, what kind of deal did she make with what kind of existence to be twisted into the existence of such a snake-like monster? !

No! Azshara will never admit this ugly appearance, this twisted self!

(End of this chapter)