Rise of the blood elves

527【Spouse Issues】

The balcony is not too small, but the distance between the two of them is very close, almost as close as a stone's throw away.

Thanks to their innate connection to the Well of Eternity, no night elf has a keener sense of magic than Azshara.At this time, she could even clearly feel how much of the breeze blowing past her face was the invisible magic spirit mist radiating from Angmar's body.

Her eyes wandered over Angmar for a moment, then she sighed and lay down on the guardrail of the balcony, showing off her soft curves.She put her chin on her arms, looked at the endless water and said, "How does the prophet know when I will need you?"

Angmar turned towards the Well of Eternity.The water surface is ripple-free, gushing out the magical source of Azeroth's star soul, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the moon sky like a bright mirror.

"In Her Majesty's heart, shouldn't I be omniscient and omnipotent?"

Azshara put a smile on her lips, looked at the deep water, and gradually fell into deep thought. After a while, she suddenly said: "But you can't give me what I want."

"I can't," Angmar casually put his hands on the railing and turned to look at Azshara, "but he can. Sargeras has made a promise that Her Majesty the Queen can't refuse, hasn't he?"

The deepest secret in her heart was revealed. Azshara was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. In front of you, I feel like all secrets can't be hidden... Yes, I and I I talked to Sargeras. He said he would give me everything..."

As she spoke, she looked beyond the Well of Eternity and focused on the vast land in the distance.

"...He will make the whole world obey my voice and make me the true queen; he will clear away all imperfections in this land and let the glory of the superior race shine on the earth; more importantly, he will Grant me supreme power. Then..."

She began to daydream about the beautiful vision that Sargeras had revealed for herself, and a blurred color appeared in her eyes, as if she was deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate herself, "I will be perfect."

Angmar asked softly: "But is this so-called 'perfect' really perfect?"

"Yes," Azshara lowered her eyebrows and said leisurely, "Is that really perfect..."

She looked beyond the Well of Eternity and looked at the distant land: "In the eyes of the people, I am the light of light, the embodiment of all the beauty in the world, and I am a wise ruler..."

"Throughout the ages, no ruler can compare with me. I have single-handedly pushed the entire empire to its peak, becoming an eternal kingdom that spans the land where the stars shine forever..."

"I strongly support arcane research, so that my people can live a comfortable life with no worries about food and clothing due to the popularization of magic..."

"I was resolute and resolute. When my national power was at its peak, I brazenly went to war with the trolls. The trolls I killed were routed and they never dared to invade our borders again..."

"In the eyes of the world, I am an extremely powerful mage..."

"I have gone as far as a mortal can reach. No mage can match me..."

The lonely monologue is like talking in sleep.

The ancient times were actually a deformed era.

The five to six thousand years since the dark trolls settled near the Well of Eternity have happened to be a blank period in the history of Azeroth.Although the guardian system collapsed, the ancient gods did not come out in full force. Instead, they were dormant and accumulating the power to make a comeback.

No external factors threatened the night elves. They were able to enjoy the grace of Azeroth alone, thrive under the blessing of the Well of Eternity, and in a very short period of time developed a prosperous civilization that lasted forever.

During this period, they inevitably became arrogant and complacent, forgetting the days when they had lived with nature day and night, and began to regard themselves as the masters of this land, despising all living things except themselves.

In their eyes, the powerful five-color dragon clan is no different than wild beasts.The same is true for the honest and honest tauren, who are no better than the barbaric and backward trolls... They dug deeply into the energy of the Well of Eternity and began to try to use magic to change nature...

When civilization develops to such an extent, even if there is no ancient war, disasters of one kind or another will always break out, reminding them of the price of complacency.

Living in such an era, as the queen of the night elves, Azshara is almost the extreme embodiment of all contradictions.She is ambitious and eager to build on the existing foundation. Personally, she hopes to reach a level above mortals. In terms of rule, she also hopes to make her country perfect...

"I don't know when, I began to get lost in these kind words. I lost my past aggressiveness, became proud, and became complacent. I no longer loved my people, but regarded them as my own people. Violations of that perfect world—things that should not continue to exist..."

Azshara raised her lush green finger and held it in front of her eyes for a long time. A trace of self-mockery flashed in her eyes, and she smiled bitterly: "Until that day, you made me realize that all the achievements that I am proud of and are proud of are like that. Not worth mentioning. I was wrong, horribly wrong."

"You let me understand that I am just a poor frog trapped at the bottom of a well without knowing it, thinking that this world is only as big as the wellhead... You," Azshara stood up and faced Angmar. He saluted, "It helped me see the world and myself clearly. I will always remember this kindness."

Angmar bowed slightly and said, "I feel extremely gratified to witness the transformation of Her Majesty the Queen."

"When the invisible shackles that bound me quietly disappeared, and when my vision suddenly opened up, I began to re-examine myself, and even the relationship between the night elves and the world. You are right, the night elves are not nobler than other races... we just happen to be We are just the lucky ones who came to settle by the well. Without us, there will be a second and third 'Children of the Stars'. As long as the Well of Eternity remains, the rise of the night elves will never be the same as this land. An isolated case."

In night elf legend, the moon goddess Elune resides on the larger moon, the White Lady.At this time, bathed in the bright light of Lady White, Azshara, whose heart was clear, was like the incarnation of Elune, with fluttering clothes and indescribable holiness.

A smile appeared on Angmar's lips unconsciously. Changing Azshara's fate could finally be said to have achieved a staged success.

Azshara looked towards the secret terrace in the corner of the palace, where the portal connecting to the twisted void was located.She said: "If you hadn't appeared, I'm afraid I would have agreed to Sargeras without hesitation. Even if I knew that I might become a puppet, in order to satisfy my miserable deformed desire, I would. But now, in front of me A very different path emerged than before.”

"What kind of road is it?" Angmar asked.

Azshara's eyes flashed with a strange light, as if she was looking forward to a bright future.She immediately realized her gaffe, her face turned red, and she said: "Actually, it was just an idea, but once it emerged, it took root in my heart, and I can no longer get rid of it. I..."

"...I want to have a child, and I will raise her well. When she grows up, I will let go of all the heavy responsibilities, return to myself, and pursue everything I originally longed for."

Angmar was surprised. He had no idea that his words in the past few days would actually make Azshara, who was at her peak, want to abdicate.

Noticing his expression, Azshara said sadly: "It turns out that in your heart, I am just a woman obsessed with power."

"Of course not," Angmar shook his head, "I just can't imagine that Her Majesty the Queen can let go of everything she owns so easily."

Azshara smiled, "Compared with the magnificent picture of the universe and the ever-changing and magnificent timeline you revealed to me, what is my status and my empire worthy of attachment?"

Angmar was silent.

He found that his understanding of this powerful empress - her ambitions, her desires, and even her paranoid pursuit of "perfection" - were all too rigidly rigid.

And now Azshara taught him a vivid lesson.

Who can single-handedly push the Kaldorei Empire to its peak, and who can rely on his own talents to become the strongest mortal being, who lives in the rigid history written by future generations?Who is an ordinary person?

At the same time, he also realized that he had underestimated the impact of the conversation a few days ago.Azshara's changes were undoubtedly too radical.

Angmar looked at the hidden terrace in a corner of the palace, thinking about how Azshara planned to deal with matters related to the teleportation channel.Although Azshara has never said it clearly, her previous words have accurately stated her intention. I am afraid that there is a chance that she will close the portal.

With this in mind, he gestured toward the secret terrace and asked: "So, what troubles Her Majesty the Queen is not the portal, nor is it Sargeras on the other side of the portal?"

"Um……"

Azshara nodded, touched her reddish cheeks and said: "You have revealed Sargeras' true motives to me a long time ago. I will not let my empire be destroyed by the hands of the fallen titan. What really bothers me is It’s none of these.”

As expected.

Angmar nodded secretly.

He should have been disturbed by this and persuaded, even tricked, Azshara not to do it.

Because the forces of the Old Gods have been ready to move due to the return of high-level guardian Rai, as if they want to kill the threat in the cradle, and are about to send their slaves to attack the Uldum region.The ancient war must begin before then, otherwise the world situation will undergo unpredictable changes, and no one can say what kind of twists and turns the history of future generations will suffer.

But not long ago, Xavius ​​had secretly surrendered to Sargeras and became the latter's pawn.Angmar could clearly hear the conversation he had with his cronies.It would be good if the Queen agreed to expand the transmission channel. If she didn't agree...then she would have to do some bad things for the sake of the new master.

The key to this period of history has been changed from Azshara to Xavius.

Angmar is not worried that Xavies will fail. This is a resourceful careerist. Even if he has obtained the powerful power given by Sargeras, he will never be stupid enough to brew a war in Azshara's palace. A coup that struck an egg against a stone.

No matter how Xavius ​​prepares to ensure the arrival of Sargeras and the Burning Legion, Angmar will secretly help him in order to ensure that the history of the War of the Ancients happens smoothly.

He broke away from his contemplation and did not go into too much detail about the transmission channel. Instead, he asked: "So... what is it that really bothers the Queen?"

Lying on the guardrail of the balcony, supporting her reddish cheeks with her slender arms, Azshara quickly glanced at Angmar and smiled: "How should I choose a successor for me..."

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