Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1496 129. You made the world's number one queen sad, you **** it!

   Elisande has been sitting on a relic like the Nightwell for 10,000 years.

  As the ruler of Suramar, she naturally does not need to wait for the daily distribution of magic wine with the other bitter night children. For the great magus, magic wine is just a spice of life.

   As long as she needs it, she can immerse herself in the most wonderful magic born in the Nightwell at any time, and even spend half a day taking a good "magic bath".

   Such a life in Suramar is absolutely luxurious.

But what is more extravagant is that Elisande has made good use of the essence and magic of the Nightwell in these ten thousand years to transform his life form. Endowed with a rather magical "time" property.

   Replaced his original magic power with such magic power, and through the continuous improvement of Nightwell, Elisande's legendary power also became quite strange.

   Her legendary power is called "Time".

The effect of    is simple and overbearing, making every magic of the Great Magister come with a high probability of time pause effect, and can give Elisande the power to "escape death".

   Just like now.

   It was obvious that the great magus was ambushed by Black after activating the Scepter of Sargeras, and sent himself to Black and was executed by the pirates with revenge.

   But in the face of such an absolute fatal wound, the Great Magister is still not covered by the shadow of death.

  Under the helpless gaze of the pirates, Elisande's body, who had just been pierced by his heart, was constantly changing, much like his lovely First Officer Sefir's gesture of using time back to reverse this dead moment.

  The outline of the Great Magister is like a faded old photo, rapidly turning yellow and gray, as if being pushed into another phase from the material world.

   After a few seconds, her figure completely turned into a "time stamp" that remained in place.

  The pirates killed her.

   but not completely killed.

   "You are just short-lived ants, my life is much longer!"

  The Great Magister sent herself out of the moment of death. The time stamp she left in place was still expressing her dissatisfaction with the savage assassination of the pirates. She screamed:

   "The Nightwell is protecting me, time is on my side, idiot! You have chosen the side that will fail."

   "Oops, I'd be absolutely terrified if you said that in Suramar."

  Blake shrugged and pulled out his "Blade of Bullying the Soft and Fearing the Hard" from the timestamp in front of him. He moved his neck and said:

   "After all, the one connected to the magic of the Night Fountain is indeed called 'immortality', and the blessing from time will prevent you from encountering any accidental death.

   How terrible you are in your prime.

   But unfortunately, open your eyes, my pathetic Elisande, this is not Suramar, nor is there a Nightwell!

  You are too far from home.

  You have come a long way.

How many more times will the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul protect you? "

  The smelly pirate snorted, picked up his pipe, and said sarcastically:

"You will soon discover that time is so unstable. After leaving the protection of the Eye of Aman'Thul, you who think you are in control of time are just a poor **** with empty ambitions but lack of strength. .

   If I remember correctly, you just died once.

   This is the second time.

  You have stepped into my territory. How many lives do you have to play with me in my territory? "

   Elisande's timestamp is silent.

  Her biggest secret is meaningless in front of Black, the prophet. The pirate accurately stated her biggest weakness at this time. Time does not always protect her when she is far away from the Nightwell.

  The most terrible thing is that the Scepter of Sargeras has been proven to be manipulated by pirates.

   Elisande can use it to teleport, but as soon as the Grand Magister wants to send himself back to Suramar, who can make him immortal, it will immediately trigger the Void Means left by Black.

  The only way to save her at this time has become a mortal trap.

   "Run, little girl, run."

  The pirate retracted the machete, took out the Wrath of Solidar Stars, and stretched his voice again, yin and yang waved to Elisande's time stamp and said:

   "There is a terrifying monster queen chasing you, don't look at my dear majesty always wishing for her demeanor, but only you and I know how terrifying her disgust and killing intent towards you are.

   This is a hunting game.

  I am willing to be the queen's hound, just for a goal that will make me feel good.

   Now, the game begins!

   The rules are very simple, you escape, I chase!

   Friendly reminder, terrible things will happen after I catch up.

   I wish you had bought yourself goblin insurance before you set off, but I'd be very disappointed if the beneficiary wasn't me. "

As soon as the    voice fell, the figure of the pirate suddenly disappeared, and he appeared high in the sky with the flickering of a watchman. He spread his doomsday guard wings in the air and hovered.

  In the entire area of ​​Quel'Danas, he shot an arrow at the great magus who had just escaped death hidden in the ruins.

   This arrow is both calibration and intimidation.

The void spikes shaped by the void magic roared like a purple meteor and fell, hitting the front of the hideout of the great magister, smashing the collapsed masonry city wall, and making Elisande, who was hiding in it and preparing for a decisive battle, shrank his eyes. , she placed Sargeras' scepter on the ground and disappeared with a swoosh.

   If you can’t go back to Suramar, go somewhere else!

   Dodge Azshara and Blake for the time being, and wait for the time to pass before making plans.

   This was the best way the Grand Magister could think of, and her figure appeared in the mountains bordering Quel'Thalas and the Human Kingdom in the next instant.

   This should be far enough.

   But before Elisande could catch her breath, an elegant wave of magic power appeared in front of her, and the half-snake-like figure that scared the Great Magister came out of the light.

  Empress Azshara's eyes were as indifferent as ice, which reminded the Great Magister once again of the majesty of the Queen 10,000 years ago.

"Where are you going?"

The Queen    said to the Great Magister in a cat-like tone of voice:

   "My chief guard told me that I could enjoy hunting to the fullest, and he said that there is only one place in the world where you can survive my wrath, but that place you can't go to right now.

  Tell me, Elisande.

  When you arrogantly called yourself a king without my permission, did you expect your despair today? "

   "No, Your Majesty."

   Elisande gritted his teeth and said to Azshara:

  "I only managed Suramar for you better, I am overstepping, but even when you rule the empire, this is not a mortal sin

   For the sake of serving you for thousands of years, spare my life!

  I can transform into a Naga to serve you, and I am willing to pay for my sins with the rest of my life.

Please"

   "That's a thing of the past, my Great Magister."

   Azshara shook her head and said condescendingly:

   "Now I'm just a monster living in seclusion in the deep sea, a poor creature who can't extricate himself from the glory of the past. My majesty has disappeared, and the subjects who once feared me are no longer loyal to me.

  I don't really care about your overreach, Elisande.

   There was an overreacher like Dath'Remar Sunstrider before you, and I could have spared you as much as I had ignored him.

   But unfortunately you still haven't figured out the reason why you really annoyed me. "

  The queen stepped forward, shaking her tentacles.

   She looked at Elisande, her eyes indifferent, and she said softly:

   "I entrust you with my last subjects, I entrust you with my Suramar, and I hope that you will leave me the last glory and honor of the Elven Empire.

   But you have turned my noble subjects into a bunch of scumbags who live off magic wine and roll in the mud! They are no longer the orthodox descendants of the elven empire, no longer the reflections of the past that I can talk about for the rest of my life.

   They became a disgrace to the Empire.

   They became my shame.

   All this is because of your inaction.

Elisande, you keep saying that everything you do is for your people, but even wild elves like the Kaldorei have ruled Kalimdor for ten thousand years, and you hide in Sura like a coward Marty confines herself,

   You let your queen down!

  You have lived up to my expectations of you.

  You are guilty!

   Mortal sin. "

   Azshara stretched out her hand and placed it on the wide-eyed Elisander's forehead. When the two rulers and ministers were alone, the queen finally expressed her thoughts that had been hidden in her heart for countless years.

   She said in a whisper that only two people could hear:

   "You know what? When my people and I turned into this disgusting monster form in the deep sea, I seriously thought about whether to pass on my empire to you.

   After all, Suramar is the last remaining city of my empire and the last fantasy of my good old days.

  Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice.

  Your vision and measure are not even comparable to a pirate whose life span is less than 1% of your life! "

   Elisande heard the feelings of the always strong Supreme Queen at this moment, and her heart was also very complicated. At this moment, she understood the source of Azshara's nameless anger towards her.

   Anger is only possible when there is hope for someone.

   Queen Azshara has never abandoned Suramar. The Naga under her command have never approached the land and never disturbed the people of Suramar.

   It can even be said that Surama has been imprisoned for 10,000 years without incident, and there is probably a secret guardian from the Deep Sea Empire behind this.

   But Suramar failed her.

   A silent shame rose in the heart of the Great Magister, and she was determined to accept the Queen's punishment and die here completely, ending her life of failure.

   But in the end, the desire to survive prevailed.

  Under the disappointed gaze of the Queen, Elisande activated the Scepter of Sargeras again and sent himself out of this place of death. She stopped trying to teleport herself farther to survive.

   Such behavior is meaningless in the presence of Queen Azshara.

   Azshara, without relying on the scepter of Sargeras, can easily lock her whereabouts with his supernatural control of magic, then use teleportation to catch up with her and kill her.

   Now, there is only one way to survive.

   "Om"

   Elisande's figure staggered into the center of the chaotic Sunwell ruins.

   The elves here have already evacuated, and even the Naga and the pirates have returned to the sea at the request of their respective leaders.

   Only the heroes and warriors who fought against Queen Azshara just now are here, but they also dare not approach the Sunwell, which has been contaminated with fel energy.

The magic holy land that once shrouded the entire island of Kuei with a golden streamer, and which generously imparted magic power to every elves, is no longer a dazzling golden light. The pungent fel sulphur smell is even more chilling.

  The wind of magic, full of destruction and irritability, swept across this once gorgeous but now ruined land, blowing the long pale hair of the Sun King fluttering about.

   With a bruised nose and a swollen face, Kael'thas, a rare and very embarrassed, supported his father, who was almost fainting.

   He looked at the Sunwell, which was shrouded in fel energy in front of him.

   He knew it was all over.

  The magical holy place that Quel'Thalas has stood for for seven thousand years is over, like the end of the beautiful era when the magic is abundant. Where should the future of Quel'dorei go?

   "What are you doing!"

Just when the prince and the Sun King were feeling sad and lost, a scolding sounded in the crowd, and General Maraad, leaning on the Naaru warhammer, shouted to Elisande who was walking quickly towards the sun well covered with fel energy. road:

   "Don't go there! The legion has begun to teleport the demons, and the barren scorched earth is about to be born here. That's not the place you can go! Come back!"

   Elisande said nothing, and even accelerated his steps into the polluted Sunwell.

   She quickly disappeared into the growing fel storm.

   "Oops, what happened to you Quel'dorei elves? You knew that demons had sneaked into various places in North County before, and I specially reminded you."

  Blake's annoying voice also sounded at this time, and in the eyes of everyone with complicated expressions, the stinky pirate appeared as before, supporting Queen Azshara in this land shrouded in fel energy.

  The smelly pirate said to everyone mercilessly:

   "I remind you time and time again to pay attention to the infiltration of demons, but no one cares, tsk tsk, the prophet's business is not easy to do these days.

   Perhaps the destruction of the Sunwell by demons today will give you a wake-up call.

  I don't know where your confidence comes from. Look at you, even if you gather together, you can't even beat my queen, so how should you face the coming brutal demon?

  When those guys step into this world, I'm afraid you will be scared to wet your pants.

   But I am too lazy to tell you more.

  You do not fear the future, and the future will punish you, just like the present.

   Witness the destruction. "

   "Ow"

   A terrifying roar sounded from the Sun Well, like a hound and an abyss monster. The pirate looked back, and a scorching hound as huge as a hill rushed out of the tower of the sun with a roar.

  The flames around that guy proved that it was a real demigod. This was probably the vanguard of destruction sent to Azeroth by the demons of Argus.

   "Tsk tsk, isn't this Sargeras-sama's favorite scorching vicious dog, Falgo."

  The pirate winked at Queen Azshara and said:

   "Have you seen it ten thousand years ago?"

"No."

  The Queen frowned and recalled:

   "When I interviewed Lord Sargeras that time, beside him was a crimson scorching hound, bigger and fiercer than the one in front of him."

   "Red Throat."

  The pirate laughed, took out his dog-tooth dagger, and said to his queen:

"That guy died so miserably, even his teeth were turned into weapons, and they were collected by me again. But it's disappointing that only two vicious dogs came this time. It seems that Kil'jaeden and Archimonde All learned.

   They finally know how to find a dead ghost to find the way.

  Your Majesty, Elisande has gone to take refuge with the demons. She may think that this will save her life. In order to avoid your punishment, she even wants to flee into the Twisting Nether.

   Oh, Your Majesty, your majesty is truly extraordinary. "

   "She doesn't want to go anywhere."

   Azshara sneered, waved his hand and threw a ball of magic power to easily create an extremely stable portal in the land full of fel energy.

  The queen didn't even look at the people behind her, she waved her hands and said:

   "All kneel, my subjects, I have to deal with some personal affairs next."

   (end of this chapter)