Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1744 112. The noble queen left the palace to welcome the warriors back [Plus 1720]

  The carnival celebration that lasted for three days finally came to an end.

   In the early morning of the fourth day, all the survivors of the entire Mac'Aree appeared on the hills in front of the Palace of Mysteries, either full of energy or extremely tired.

They have heard about the high-level arrangements from their respective commanders. It is said that the achievements of the warriors of the anti-magic coalition have moved the newly promoted god, Lord Moon Shadow, and he will personally use his divine power to cross the Mac'Aree Floating Island Continent and the anti-magic warriors. The stars are sent back to Azeroth.

  This saves the warriors the trouble of traveling through the stars in a draenei spaceship. Although the spaceship flies very fast, it cannot take everyone away at once.

  Although Mac'Aree is the only place in the Argus world that is not polluted by fel energy, it is very barren and there is no food. If so many people stay for a month or two, something bad will definitely happen.

Moreover.

  Any warriors who have personally participated in the Antoran Wasteland War, no matter how firm their minds are, they are now exhausted. What everyone wants most now is to go back to their own homes and put their arms around the yellow-faced woman at home and have a good sleep.

   They have lived through terrible disasters and doomsday, and there is no better place for them to relax than home.

  Everyone was very excited, and those who survived were also looking forward to it, although almost everyone held one or two urns in their hands. Although the anti-magic coalition had achieved brilliant victories, the casualties were also very terrifying.

   Even if you don't count the dead who have been transferred to death knights, the overall casualty of the anti-magic coalition has reached an astonishing one-third.

   But the good news is that the souls of those who have died are placed in the caskets of souls in the cabin of the Wicked of This World.

  This magical item made by Her Majesty Azshara is really powerful. Just go back to Azeroth and have the queen cast spells in person, and those souls can be released.

   However, there are rumors that the dead in the soul box that was guarded by the Naga will be resurrected in the form of Naga and become the deep-sea warriors under the command of Queen Azshara.

   This caused the dissatisfaction of many fighters.

   But think about it carefully, without the help of the Queen, these brothers might not even be Naga.

  The soft-skinned snake is the soft-skinned snake.

   Being able to live again is better than dying on the battlefield.

   "Tutor! You can't do this!"

  Besides the super-large teleportation array that has been cleaned and built in the Mystery Academy, Black, who is holding Sargeras' scepter, wearing a black robe and a moonlight mask, is preparing to show off his skills, and is being stopped by his disciple Valeera.

   The genius assassin of Quel'dorei, wearing the War Armor of the Warden, complained to his mentor very unhappy:

   "Why should I be assigned to Stormwind City to preside over the watch trial? I'm obviously just a new recruit, and I haven't even completed the veteran challenge. Should at least one warden be assigned to this matter?"

   "Well, what you said makes sense, I didn't think about it."

  The masked Blake nodded solemnly, and then, under the stunned gaze of the pandaren assassin Miss Tao Ya next to him, Blake reached out and patted Valeera on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

   "Then, my disciple, from now on you are an official prison officer. With the fighting strength and will you showed in the decisive battle of Antoran, you can completely fulfill this burden.

   The remaining watchmen are going back to build the Black Moon Academy. They will be very busy next, and when it comes to understanding the Eastern Kingdom, who else in the entire watchmen organization is more suitable than you?

  Go, go to Stormwind City, and preach the glory of the Way of the Watch. I believe you can do this important task well. "

   "You clearly did it on purpose!"

   Valeera screamed with some broken defense:

   "You are between me and Varian."

"Um?"

  Blake made a suspicious nasal voice, and he asked indifferently:

   "What happened between you and the human emperor? What happened to you? You probably haven't forgotten the watchmen's dogma? Even if Maiev Shadowsong fell in love with a **** like me, there was no marriage contract between us.

   That is not allowed!

  You are a priest, Valeera, you can fall in love and even have children, but your faith is dedicated to Elune, at least in name!

   You need to maintain the dedication of the clergy.

   Remember this! "

   After finishing speaking, Blake took a few steps forward with the majesty of a god, then turned back, took out a book from under the robe and stuffed it into the bewildered Valeera's hand, exhorting:

   "Read this book with your heart, it will help you have a better time in Stormwind, I still have a few things to do, that's all."

   Then Black left here in a flash, and the pandaren assassin, Miss Tao Ya, poked her head from behind her good friend Valeera to see what the mystery was in that book.

   In the next second, she was shocked by the name of the book.

"The Hardcover Edition of "You'll Know at a Glance: The Three Thousand Years of Palace Fighting in the Secret History of the Human Court", narrated by Queen Gina Golden Sword and Queen Mia Greymane, organized and published by the famous romantic writer H.E. Prince Rhett's hand-painted illustrations of the secret history of the court are the best way to learn about the hidden stories of the royal family."

  Tao Ya read out the words on the cover word by word. She looked in shock at her friend whose cheeks were flushed with anger, thought for a while, and then whispered:

   "Well, do you really need this? I heard that the Sangunars have been court assassins of Quel'Thalas since the days of the first Sun King.

   Your family must know more about the inside story of the palace than humans, right? "

   "Do you think this is what you should be concerned about right now?"

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   I just found a boyfriend, what's the embarrassment about that?

   Being the emperor's lover is better than abiding by the rules and living a long life alone, and His Majesty Varian seems to be a reassuring person.

   "Are you ready? Everyone."

   Black, who appeared mysteriously, raised the scepter of Sargeras in his hand, and the giant teleportation array around him was filled with the best spellcasters of Azeroth.

Two liches, an elven prince, an eredar enlightener and the archmages of Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, and the weak purple archmage Khadgar, who is like It's like being drained, this will still be yawning.

They are responsible for pouring their own magic into the scepter of Sargeras through rituals, and then the new **** Blake will control the huge magic power unimaginable to mortals to tear apart the space and tear the huge floating island of Mac'Aree. The continent is sent directly into the endless sea of ​​Azeroth.

   On the destination side, there are already Velen and Faao who returned to Azeroth in advance by spaceship, as well as the spellcasters who stayed in their hometown as the magic beacon at the other end, so as to achieve the most accurate transmission.

  The scepter of Sargeras erodes the world space too strongly. One teleportation is the limit. It cannot be fine-tuned, otherwise it will seriously affect the spatial stability of Azeroth.

   Teleporting the Iron Legion from Ulduar twice before has made the world unstable.

   Seeing that the archmages began to condense their magic power, on the hills below the Mystery Palace, the chattering Warchief Red was still complaining to Warlock and Drek'Tal beside him.

   The fat orc chieftain leaned on the gorgeous beast head scepter he made specially for himself, and whispered to the two people around him:

   "I still think that the Mac'Aree continent should be placed in our Draenor world. There are enough continents in Azeroth, and there are enough people there. Sending such a continent is just icing on the cake.

   But for the recovering Draenor, it's a help in the snow."

   "Reid, I understand your thoughts, and I'm also moved by your desire to make your hometown a better place, but the truth is, our world can't hold this land."

  Drek'Tal Shaman, who covered his eyes with black eye cloths, was sitting in a wheelchair because he was too old and weak.

   He sighed and said:

   "This continent has been rooted by the Titans, look at the tree of life, Red, the heavy pressure it brings will crush our world the moment it falls into the Zangar Sea.

  Draenor, after all, is not honored to breed star souls, and only a world like Azeroth can resist the pressure of being a Titan.

   Combined with the imminent threat of the Dark Titan, sending it to Azeroth was the most appropriate option. "

   "We are Lord Aggramar's family!"

  Reid retorted reluctantly:

   "Draenor was born in the war between Aggramar's creation and the life force. Our world is small, but it is also a very unique existence among the stars.

   I think we can take a risk, if it goes on like this, even if Draenor really recovers to its heyday, it will only be a vassal of the world of Azeroth.

   The resources of the two worlds are so different that we can't lift our heads. "

   "Reid, don't think so."

   Varok Saurfang looked back at the Tree of Life deep into the sky, the old warrior whispered:

   "You can't survive the next decisive battle. All your ambitions and dominance are in vain. Draenor should not have competed with Azeroth in a war stance. We tried it, and what we got is a tragedy that is close to destruction.

   A mistake like that is enough.

  Unity, two worlds must come together to create a true miracle, such as this Argus War, which proved that the wheel of hatred can be dispelled.

   But it takes both of us working together.

  Reid, this is what you should think about and execute as a warchief. "

   "Whatever you say, but I'll keep Blackrock Mountain."

   Red snorted and said:

   "I've already agreed with the human kings that it will be the outpost of Draenor and the starting point of the trade route between the two worlds. Hey, Garrosh, are you interested in being a warlord in Blackrock Spire?

  If you do it well, the warchief can also give it to you to do it in the future. "

"Not interested in!"

  Roar Young Hero pouted and said:

   "I just want to kill demons right now, and wait until I've had enough. If you really need an Overseer, Thrall or Dranosh are obviously more suitable than me."

   "Look, Your Majesty, those greenskins are discussing what to do with us."

   On the other side of the orcs, the regent of Stormwind City, Bolvar Fordragon, slung his arms with bandages, and whispered to Varian:

   "They are not trustworthy. I think after returning home, we should strengthen the defense line of the Burning Plains."

   "Bovar, don't do this."

   Varian sighed:

   "We just fought the devil together, give peace a chance, I beg you."

   "Your Majesty is right."

   In the shadows beside the Emperor, Shaw whispered:

   "It's not now if we really want to fight. We still need the orcs to stay in Blackrock Mountain as cannon fodder for the demon war. Your Majesty the Regent, it's not too late to talk about this after the war is over.

   By the way, Your Majesty, Lord Jean has just woken up from a serious injury. Since he saved your life on the battlefield, you may need to personally **** Lord Jean back to Gilneas after we go back.

   By the way, we will publicize our victory in the northern border countries, which will help the people to support you more.

  The Uncrowned's propagandists are ready for a grand victory celebration in Lordaeron as soon as you arrive. "

   "My God."

  Varian reached out and covered his eyes, he said in a tired tone:

   "Is it alright to let His Majesty Fao go in my place? I just want to go back and see my son now."

   "Please don't be so willful, my majesty."

   Shore reminded in a low voice:

   "This is a necessary job for you as an emperor. As for the queen and the prince, I will specially send someone to bring them to the northern Xinjiang. You can meet your family after work. This is not a conflict."

   In Shore's words with a smile, a thick light burst out from the academy in front of him and easily cut through the stars, like a revolving gate on the floating island of Mac'Aree.

With the easy and freehand movement of the Sargeras Scepter in Black's hand, the power of space transmission was exerted on this ancient and vicissitudes of land, and it turned into a light spot in the slight vibration and disappeared in this star field among.

  In the endless sea of ​​Azeroth, near the waters near the archipelago inhabited by the Draenei, the tide hunters Neptulon and the stone mother Therazane, who have already received news, have rarely appeared in the material world.

  The two elemental kings mainly assist a continent to be fixed on the endless sea.

  The Tidehunter is responsible for suppressing the tsunami and the oceanic changes of the entire world, and the Stone Mother uses the Hammer of Khaz'goroth to shape the part of Mac'Aree connected to the deep sea shelf of Azeroth.

   But aside from them, there is another person here who shouldn't be here.

   "Well, I felt the vibration of the space, the powerful vibration, it's really shocking power."

In front of the expressionless old Velen and the helpless Fao, Queen Azshara, dressed in fancy clothes and surrounded by a large group of Naga War Mistresses, leaning on her gorgeous pearl king chariot is to look forward to.

   She saw the space being torn apart in front of her eyes, a vortex leading to the stars, and said arrogantly:

   "My valiant subjects have won a glorious victory for their supreme queen on the alien planet that is enough to go down in history and shock the stars. As a benevolent ruler, I naturally cannot let my subjects chill.

  I think that when these warriors return to their hometowns, they will be in a good mood when they see their queen come to greet them for the first time. "

   "Ah yes yes yes, this is our honor, Your Majesty Azshara."

   His Majesty Faao replied softly.

   But looking at the look in the old man's eyes, he knew that he didn't feel honored at all, but if everyone came, could he still drive her away? And even if he and Velen join hands, there is no way to expel Azshara.

   It can only be said that this arrogant queen is really not particular.

   "My subjects have returned victorious, they are coming back, play music!"

  The queen sat up on her royal chariot and made a gesture to the huge Nazjatar Royal Band behind her. The next moment, the grand and brilliant music of the imperial period sounded.

   And the Queen herself is not here to travel, she is really here to help.

  When she felt that the huge floating island on the opposite side was approaching the endless sea, the queen picked up her deep sea scepter and injected her huge magic power into the extremely unstable space vortex in front of her with her shocking magic skills.

   She single-handedly stabilized the dangerous teleportation across the galaxy, and made Mac'Aree's landing posture much more stable when she appeared in the ocean of Azeroth, and even the huge waves were suppressed.

   Of course, with such a large land falling on the ocean, sea level rise is inevitable, and those lowland islands in the South China Sea and the North Sea are estimated to be much better submerged.

   At this time, Velen and Faao looked at each other, and the two old Holy Light looked at Azshara, who was as majestic as the **** of magic in front of them, and their faces showed a look of excitement.

   They hid something from Queen Azshara.

   "Ah, where is my favorite court jester, Blake?"

  The Queen waved her fingers arrogantly and said:

   "Let him come up to receive the reward, I prepared it for him? What's the matter with that breath? What else is there on the land besides the Titan Soul?

   Gods?

  Why does it appear here, wait, that smell.”

   "He's coming towards you, Your Majesty! Run!"

   "Escort! Escort!"

  The whole crowd was in chaos. The Naga mistresses were loyal and guarded in front of their own queen, but they were rudely pushed aside by the queen with magic in the next moment.

   She trembled as she felt the familiar aura coming from a distance in front of her. The moment Blake appeared from the light, an incomparably charming smile appeared on the queen's bewitching face.

   She stretched her body, spread her four hands out, leaned over to Blake like a graceful lady and said:

   "Welcome to your return in ten thousand years. The Prophet in Black."

"good"

  Black shrugged, pointed to the floating island behind him, and said to Azshara:

   "Come with me, my dear supreme majesty, the promise that I owe you so long is due. I am sure you will cheer for it."

   (end of this chapter)