Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 391 Unexpected Personnel

While the Battle of Argus was in full swing, Azshara in Azeroth in parallel time and space gave her body to the will of Azeroth. This incompletely hatched Titan, who is called the strongest Titan, showed Developed its own extremely powerful strength.

The dazzling arcane torrent instantly enveloped the entire sea where N'Zoth and the incarnation of Sargeras were. The power of Titan's order made the ancient god and the incarnation of the Titan powerless to resist. They wanted to escape. But now it's too late.

Disappeared, N'zoth and Sargeras transformed into giant bodies comparable to islands and finally completely disappeared from this world, as if they had never been there before, and a huge whirlpool replaced the sea area.

Under the attack just now, even the sea water was partially wiped out.

"It worked, Azshara. We successfully killed that Old God and that bastard incarnation of Sargeras."

There was a little excitement in Azeroth's tone. It was very satisfying for him to personally kill an ancient god and the incarnation of Sargeras.

"Yes, the one who disrupted the situation has been solved. It's the turn of the rightful owner."

Azshara feels that her body is extremely exhausted at the moment, both physically and mentally. The Titan's power of order cannot be easily controlled by mortals. If Azshara was not so talented, she might also be in trouble. It disappeared in the torrent.

She was very tired, but the battle was not over yet, and the demons of the Burning Legion had not yet been expelled from the world.

As DeVos spoke, he waved the sword and gun in his hand, igniting golden-red holy flames and pounced on Archimonde.

When dying in battle.

That stupid boy Ellon!

"This is what you see before you."

"Old man, did you really die in battle?"

"Holy Light! We have finally found you, Queen Azshara. We discovered this when we gathered on the battlefield. You should have heard that Mr. Daza disappeared on the battlefield."

Azshara clenched the Spear of Victory Vanguard with both hands and felt the power within it. She looked at the battle that was still going on in the distance and the looming traces in the sky. She was sure that those there were those who were recruited. The fleet group of the Burning Legion.

Azshara said, preparing to use her last accumulated magic power to use this holy spear.

North wanted to reach out and touch the holy spear but was bounced away by an inexplicable force. This made her give up after trying twice, but she also felt how extraordinary this holy spear was.

Azshara never dreamed that after being able to meet the First Emperor, she would have the opportunity to meet this legendary woman recorded in the history of the empire.

"DeVos, you and I both know what the Shadow Realm is like now. Staying there will not solve any problem at all. Denathrius must pay the price for his arrogance and betrayal!"

"Nos? Oh my god! Are you, the old man's wife, the first empress of the empire?!"

While the two were teaching, a scarred shuttle arrived here. After the shuttle's rear hatch opened, the person who appeared was Azshara, whom he knew. It was the Archbishop of the Draenei - Nellie. .

"That's what you said. So, let's end this war together as soon as possible. This battle in the world of the living is not important. We have to find a way to get to Zaresantis in the Shadow Realm."

"It's a joke, that bastard won't die so easily. I have reason to suspect that that guy has been taken to Zaresantis!"

Azshara took the holy spear forged by the Titans. When she first heard the news, she thought it was Dasa who was in some kind of impasse. But when she saw the spear, her heart I can't help but start thinking wildly. Under what circumstances would a warrior abandon the weapon he relies on for survival?

Devos noticed Azshara's condition after the battle. She was in awe of the blow just now, and at the same time, she praised her friend's junior in her heart.

North looked Azshara up and down. Her physical condition at the moment made her frown. As the emperor of the empire and the mistress with the highest combat power, her body was so weak. It seemed that the secrets she left behind back then were Are all techniques banned?

The two characters are very different from each other.

But then, she thought that this resurrection must have some unknown transaction elements with a certain big shot. Now it seems that the big shot needed Dasa to do something to pull him away.

"Well said! Since you are the heir of Elrond, you should maintain your spirit and raise your head. As the empress of the empire, you must not lower your head."

"Well, your qualifications are pretty good. Let me teach you a spell that can help you deal with your current situation very well."

North prepared on-site teaching to let Azshara learn the spell she developed to deal with Daza; she believed that the elf woman in front of her could learn it quickly.

"Zare what?!"

DeVos followed the voice and saw the tall female troll with snow-white skin who was dressed in Gothic-style luxury but still practical. She recognized the visitor.

Azshara proudly showed off the Imperial Army soldiers under her command to North.

North opened her mouth to angrily reprimand Azshara for her decision. She was now wondering what the girl in front of her had learned from Dasa.

"As long as I can end this war, it will be worth it even if I pay the price of my life."

Azshara had not heard of that location.

North glanced at the Saint Kylian with an indifferent expression. When they first met in the Shadow Realm, the two didn't get along very well. After all, one was the noble Kylian and the other was the atoning Venthyr.

North knew Daza very well. This reckless guy always had surprisingly good luck. When she was redeeming her sins in Revendreth in the Shadow Realm, she had seen Maldraxxus Soul Chosen Academy from a distance. Marquis of him.

Even after death, she could not stop. Later, she learned from the mouth of the Saint of Green that he had been resurrected. Resurrection after death undoubtedly made her a little jealous.

Azshara worked hard to calm down her physical and mental state. She looked at the battle still going on in the distance, the battle between angels and demons.

"Stupid. As the emperor of the empire, you shouldn't give up your life so easily. Your life and death are no longer under your control."

"Nos? Archon! I don't want to see you here!"

"Yes, but I am willing to give up everything for Azeroth."

"Don't worry about that yet! I can feel that this weapon contains huge power, but I'm afraid you can't use it now. If you are not careful, it will kill you."

A proud but stern female voice appeared from the horizon, and at the same time, a large army of strange creatures that looked like the Dread Lord appeared on the battlefield.

"Descendant of Dasa, you have done well just now. The next battle is not for you mortals to participate in. You have to take a rest."

"Since you know the old man, you should know that I am not the kind of person who would choose to give up when the battle is not over."

"Oh, Dasa. That guy is a bastard; now is not the time to talk about this. Little girl, where are your subordinates?"

Nellie said as she handed the Spear of Victory Vanguard to Azshara.

"The spell I gave you is to be used at this time. If you want to complete this task perfectly, take action."

North watched Azshara's movements. In order to ensure the continuation of the empire, she reached out and put her hand on Azshara's back. She began to guide the magic power in Azshara's body with her own anima, and implemented the task she had just given her. Spells.

Vashj watched this scene anxiously. She wanted to do something to help Azshara, and even wanted to use the holy spear for her that would kill her once, but she also knew that she couldn't do it.

"Feel my guidance and run this model spell, yes, that's it!"

North had already felt the growing threat above her head, which was the naval gun bombardment from the evil warship. She raised her hand and a scarlet blood shield formed, covering the sea area.

"Warriors of the Imperial Army! Give me your power! In the name of Queen Azshara! Do something to save the world! For Azeroth!"

Azshara felt that after the secret spell was cast, she felt every warrior of the Imperial Army on the entire battlefield. It seemed that she could draw out their power at any time. She also called out here.

"For Azeroth!"

Vashj responded to Azshara's call immediately. She felt that her strength was drained instantly. She couldn't even stand and collapsed at Azshara's feet.

"For Azeroth!"

Varian also responded to Azshara's words after hearing her words. Not only him, but the warriors from the Alliance, the Horde, and the Imperial Army on the battlefield all responded to Azshara's call for power.

The light ribbons of various colors were linked together, and finally converged on Azshara's body. She could feel the thoughts and emotions of the person linked to each light ribbon.

"Reinforce your spirit! Don't be affected by the ideas of those idiots. All you need is their offerings."

North looked at Azshara who was a little immersed in everyone's emotions, and yelled loudly; this woman's willpower was still a little weak.

The entire battlefield was under bombardment from the Fel Fleet. Although the two leaders of the Burning Legion were held back by the Kyrians, no one could handle the Fel Fleet that had just entered. The expedition fleet of the Great Empire of Azeroth cannot break through the barriers of parallel time and space to reach here. All they can rely on is their own strength.

Azshara is desperate this time.

"They are not idiots, Empress North. They are my comrades-in-arms, comrades who fight together to defend Azeroth. In the name of Azeroth!"

Azshara's eyes lit up with a golden-red light, and she held the gun barrel tightly with both hands, holding it high, and a surging power burst out from it.

This battle, the fight to save the world, recognizes - Aman'Thul.

This battle is not for one's own selfish desires, admit it - Norgannon.

This battle is a battle against those who are stronger than oneself, and recognition - Aggramar.

This battle is not a battle against nature, admit it——Gorgones.

This battle, the fight for truth, acknowledges—Katzgross.

This battle, the battle for survival, recognizes - Argus.

In this battle, I will not fight against good people, but acknowledge—Elune.

In this battle, we fight to protect the weak, and admit—Eonar.

This battle is not a battle against glory, admit it - Draenor.

This battle is a battle against evil, admit it - Azeroth.

In this battle, do not be the enemy of the Titans, admit it - Sargeras.

As the blessing of Azeroth was poured into the holy spear, a total of eleven seals were lifted; the white-gold light gradually gathered into a spiral spear head.

"Shine! Spear of Vanguard Victory!"

Azshara struggled to deliver the blow.

The white-gold light rising into the sky enveloped everything in the world. The three Kyrian saints who were fighting Archimonde and Kil'jaeden in the distance immediately moved away after sensing something was wrong.

The evil fleet in the sky turned into ashes under the ray of light and dissipated in the sea breeze; the Faceless Legion and the demons of the Burning Legion on the coast of the Broken Islands were also wiped out by this ray of light.

"Damn Dasa!"

"This shouldn't have happened!"

Neither Archimonde nor Kil'jaeden thought that the sharply threatening holy spear would appear here, in Azshara's hands.

But if you are killed like this, your soul can still return to the Twisting Nether. Now that you have heard the news that Argus was invaded by that group of mortals, let's just fight a decisive battle in Argus!

"Assault with the entire army! Capture the Tomb of Sargeras! End this war once and for all!"

Kurtalos Ravencrest also led the reorganized Imperial Army to the battlefield. After witnessing Azshara's blow with the Holy Spear, the blood in his heart was already boiling, and he personally led the team to rush towards the battlefield. Tomb of Sargeras.

Those demon portals collapsed under the impact of the holy spear. The remaining demons were no match for the Imperial Army. The only ones who were lucky enough to survive here were Gul'dan and the Shadow Council under his command.

"Leave this traitor to me."

Orgrimmar is holding the Doomhammer in one hand, and the fire elemental war hammer of the Black Hand in the other hand.

"His Majesty will decide how to deal with him. Lock him up first!"

Kurtalos glanced at the orc with contempt, and then ordered the soldiers on the side to imprison the captured Gul'dan and all the members of the Shadow Parliament.

The Battle of the Broken Isles ended with the victory of the Azeroth Alliance.

The Venthyr resistance led by North and the Kyrian Ascendants led by the saints led by Devos were studying around the Spear of Victory Vanguard.

"There is Dasa's aura and mark on it. Through these, I have a way to track his location. I am sure that Elon is also with him."

North closed her eyes slightly and inspected the spear.

"Then move quickly, maybe he is with the warden, and the deal he made may be with the warden!"

DeVos urged North anxiously.

"Oh, although Dasa is a bastard, he is my husband; although we don't deal with each other, I am his only wife. You should remember it best, Grien."

There was a hint of amusement in North's scarlet eyes.

"Let me help you. Together we can better find the old man's location."

Azshara ignored the quarrel between the two, now more interested in making sure Dasa was safe.

In the end, with the joint efforts of all the spellcasters, Dasa's location was finally determined, and Zaresantis in the Shadow Realm appeared in front of everyone.

"Living people have missions as living people. Your battlefield should not be in the world of the dead; descendants of Dasa, please remember these words."

After Devos said this to Azshara seriously, he led a group of Kyrians back to the Shadow Realm. They needed to pass through the Shadow Realm to go to the place of birth.

"Girl, remember my words and raise your head, otherwise, the crown will fall. Go to Argus, your last battlefield, there. The trouble between my son and my bastard husband is only I can solve it myself."

After saying that, North also disappeared into the Broken Islands with a group of Venthyrs.

After Azshara also watched the two batches of reinforcements leave, she immediately ordered Kutalos's division to withdraw to Draenor and go directly to Argus to participate in the final battle.

(End of this chapter)