In today's Kalimdor continent, in the northeast corner, there is a land covered with the ruins of the ancient elven empire. Against the coast, the coastline of that land has uneven layers, as if it has been forcibly torn apart. The remaining palaces on that land have weathered and collapsed over time, but their former majesty can still be vaguely seen.
That land is called "Azshara" by the night elves, but believe me, that is definitely not to commemorate the former Queen Azshara.
She was the queen of the ancient elven empire. She single-handedly pushed the elves to establish the most magnificent civilization in the history of Azeroth 10,000 years ago. It was also the most powerful civilization that had ever appeared on this land. .
In the era of the Elf Empire, magic civilization was highly developed. Now in Quel'Thalas, which is famous for its magic power, those high elves were not even considered top-notch magic users in the Elf Empire back then. They were truly masters of magic power. They are the upper elves who obey the will of Queen Azshara, that is, the noble class among the elves.
Their use and understanding of magic are unimaginable in today's world of magic. There is simply a gap between heaven and earth.
So I would say that the entire history of Azeroth is actually a history of regression of power and continuous deterioration of civilization. It is a bad history that is completely inconsistent with the laws of history. However, it is obvious that there is a mastermind behind the scenes. .
But for now, let's focus on Queen Azshara.
The queen's elven empire relies on the most powerful magical object that has ever appeared in the history of Azeroth, the Well of Eternity, which is full of endless holiness and miracles. The origin of that well is very mysterious, and the elves Regard it as a truly supreme divine object. That well is filled with magical power that mortals cannot imagine. It is precisely because of it that the magical civilization of the Elf Empire can reach a world-shattering level.
During the most prosperous period of the Elf Empire, Queen Azshara owned most of the world. She was also an extremely powerful magician. At that time, she was almost the most powerful mortal, just like many powerful people. Likewise, the Queen soon lost interest in mundane affairs, and began to use the Well of Eternity to explore the boundless stars above her head... I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but the Queen soon found a response among the stars.
The being who was so powerful that it made the queen's heart tremble, told her his name...his name was Sargeras.
There is no need to say more about the following story. In short, with the joint efforts of both parties, the Burning Legion entered the world for the first time, but was defeated by the combination of all the forces in the world at that time, including wilderness demigods, druids, and dragons. There were elves who were unwilling to be slaves, and all their forces united to detonate the Well of Eternity with great difficulty, driving the demons back among the stars.
The big explosion of the Well of Eternity also triggered the catastrophe of Azeroth. The originally unified continent was completely torn apart, forming the current world geography. Queen Azshara, who caused all this, also encountered her own fate. Punishment, when the Well of Eternity exploded, she was completely thrown into the deep sea along with her most gorgeous country, Golden Azshara, that extremely sacred magical city, and the people who were most loyal to her. inside.
But they didn't die...
In the inheritance of the night elves, there is a saying that Queen Azshara and her upper elves were completely distorted in body and soul by the aftermath of the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and turned into the ugliest and most ferocious naga. They hid in the deep sea.
They are peeping at the land that originally belonged to them, and are constantly trying to regain their glory.
And Azshara himself has become the ugliest king of Nagas, hiding in the deep seabed where no light can be seen, plotting his own evil conspiracy.
But this statement is biased. In fact, the formation of Naga has nothing to do with the explosion of the Well of Eternity. The aftermath of the explosion did send the upper elves to the bottom of the sea, but it relied on the legendary magic of the upper elves at that time.
Achievements, the deep sea cannot kill them.
What really allows them to stay in the deep sea is another force, an ancient force hidden under the surface of the world with a history almost as long as the birth of Azeroth, that dark evil force.
However, not all elves have lost themselves in the face of the power of darkness, at least Azshara has not. She is proud and disdains to become a slave of an imprisoned "god". After all, she has seen the real one with her own eyes.
The "god" was powerful, but the imprisoned god gave her a promise and exchange. No one knew what agreement they reached. In short, after that... Azshara disappeared completely.
In ten thousand years, no one has ever seen Azshara. Until today, in front of the deep sea sculpture in the Temple of Storms, Azshara appeared, in her new posture...ugly but with a different kind of beauty.
posture.
Her upper body still retains the peerless appearance that was once called the "Light of Light". That face doesn't even need an expression to capture the hearts of any man in the world, but Queen Azshara's originally beautiful white
Her long hair turned into some...little white snakes hovering on her head.
Just like the legendary Medusa.
But what is in sharp contrast to her peerless figure is her lower body. From the waist down, the dark red tentacles are divided into three strands, supporting Queen Azshara's body. Behind her, there are several small tentacles, shining in the dark light.
dancing in the middle.
Those tentacles are covered with suckers and barbs, which makes people's scalp numb to look at. However, Queen Azshara's beauty makes people unable to take their eyes away. It is like a sacred and evil, beautiful and ugly.
But to be honest, when she appeared, it was difficult for you to notice the distortion in the queen, because the aura of the chosen king exuded from her whole body was enough to capture anyone's mind.
The reason why kings are noble and powerful is not because of their appearance, but because of their souls.
To be honest, with Queen Azshara's status and qualifications, she does not need to rely on appearance to conquer her enemies...the act of entertaining others with sex is simply a humiliation for her.
"According to the master's will, the rift between the real world and the unreal has been opened on Tiragarde Strait, and the Tide Sage has suffered heavy losses as a result."
Lord Stormsong looked back at the Tide Sages behind him. Those believers had lost all signs of life. At the last moment when the power of darkness haunted their minds, they dedicated everything to their master's cause.
.
But the Lord did not fully support this action. In fact, he looked at the indifferent Queen Azshara and asked softly:
"But with all due respect, Your Majesty, I don't see how burying the two fleets of Kul Tiras and allowing the undead to capture Boralus will help our cause...the undead are not on our side.
, we don’t need to help them at all.”
"help?"
Queen Azshara's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm, and her voice was hoarse, but with a strong magnetism that made people unable to help but immerse themselves in it:
"Foolish wisdom of mortals! Who told you that we were helping the undead?"
"No, Stormsong, your vision is limited to this island. You cannot see the changes in the entire world. When the inherent order is destroyed, mortals will fall into endless panic because of their cowardice. Panic will bring
Chaos, chaos evokes memories, memories of darkness that are engraved in the bones of flesh and blood creatures... Don't forget that everyone, every life, every drop of your blood, every piece of flesh, comes from the gift of darkness.
"
The queen stretched out her fingers, and the moist air in the temple danced with the dance of her fingers. She let out a series of hoarse laughter and said:
"The undead are indeed not on the same side as us, but what they are doing is exactly what we want to do. When the old order is destroyed and the new order has not yet been born, that will be our era, and the final outcome of the ignorant civilization is inevitable.
It is drowning in the blood of fratricide. After destroying mortal civilization and absorbing enough strength, it will once again target its former mortal enemy..."
"It is different from you, Stormsong. Its eyes have always been fixed on the ancient mission, to corrupt this world and return it to the void. Although it seems meaningless to me, this is what it is, and its
The same as those of our flesh and blood compatriots."
A hint of impatience flashed in Queen Azshara's eyes. She looked at Lord Stormsong in front of her and whispered:
"I come here this time to convey its will to you. The order of Kul Tiras and its king's inheritance will be destroyed together, and the Tide Sage can also take this opportunity to expand his influence to the entire
In the human empire, you and I will benefit from it. In addition...it longs for souls. Maybe it has seen the methods of the undead to control souls. In short, it wants a new attempt."
The queen's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she said with a playful smile:
"It has chosen its target, Daelin Proudmoore, the son of the sea, the most powerful admiral of mankind, a soul tough enough, let him drown in the sea, I know, you
You can do this, and my naga will help you."
"And, next time you call me, choose a sunny place!"
The queen's figure slowly disappeared in the light of the sculpture, and she said with some dissatisfaction:
"I've had enough of the darkness of the deep sea. As a follower, shouldn't you choose a place for your queen that can make me feel happy?"
"Don't let me see your incompetence again, it will make me very disappointed..."
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"The lighthouse, the lighthouse was destroyed by the undead..."
The great knight Cyrus looked at the collapsed lighthouse on the distant coast, clenching his fists tightly. After a moment, the messenger rushed up to the city wall and reported to the great knight and the frost-faced Queen Catherine:
"Your Majesty the Queen, the coast guards observed the 3rd and 4th fleets entering the strait, but they... they disappeared into the fog. Prince Tanred did not send any news, he... he..."
The messenger wanted to say something, but a strange force was affecting his thoughts. He could not even remember the name of the commander of the Fourth Fleet. Opposite him, Queen Catherine suddenly covered her heart. She could feel
, some memories are quickly dissipating in her heart. They are very precious memories, memories that she absolutely does not want to forget.
The great knight turned back and looked at the messenger:
"Who did you just say? Prince? Isn't Prince Drake following His Majesty Dailin on an expedition? He's back?"
"No, no, it's... it's another one."
The messenger stammered and gestured:
"But I can't remember his name..."
"Nonsense!"
The high knight scolded: "Are you scared out of your mind by the undead? There is only one prince in Kul Tiras, and his name is Drake! Now, get out of your defense line! Hold on until our two fleets return!"
"Cyrus! Cyrus!"
The queen suddenly called out the name of the great knight. The latter hurriedly stepped forward and saw an unconcealable sadness in the queen's eyes. Her eyes were red and she asked in a low voice:
"I really... only have one son? Derek, no, I remember, there should be another... his name, his name..."
"Your Majesty the Queen! Calm down!"
The great knight roared:
"I know the disappearance of the 3rd and 4th Fleets makes you very painful, but now, calm down, the country needs you!"
At the same time, thousands of miles away, in the magical city of Dalaran, the 17-year-old Archmage Jaina was preparing an experiment in her mage tower. It was an experiment on the necromancy energy used by the undead.
Her senior brother Kel'Thuzad presided over it, while Jaina assisted as his deputy.
Just when the experiment was at a critical juncture, when the holy light energy and the death energy collided violently on the experimental platform, Kel'Thuzad's calm voice came:
"Anna, give me the sample of the Necromantic Rune!"
"Anna? Anna!"
He called several times in succession, but received no response. Seeing the light on the experimental table extinguished, Kel'Thuzad turned back angrily and looked at his little junior sister, only to find that Jaina was holding a hand like a puppet.
A piece of undead rune stood there sluggishly, while a vague dark power lingered on her body.
As an outstanding archmage, Kel'Thuzad immediately discovered something that really should have happened to Jaina. He did not wake Jaina immediately, but quietly picked up the communication crystal and looked at his junior sister with some worry.
, and then inject magic into the crystal.
"Mentor! Come to Jaina's mage tower... I feel that there is a power we have never seen before, which is changing Jaina's body, maybe tampering with her memory, yes! I'm not kidding, come on!"
A few hours later, Gianna woke up from her strange coma. When she opened her eyes, she saw her mentor looking at her nervously, and Gianna seemed to have recalled something. There was something on her beautiful cheek.
She shed tears and said with sobs:
"Tutor, I have a younger brother... I forgot his name, I can't remember... I can't remember everything about him, my God, I forgot him, how could I forget him!"
"It's okay, Anna, it's okay, it's all over."
Master Antonidas's expression became ugly. After calming the fragile disciples, he walked out of the mage tower and said to the archmages waiting outside the door:
"Anna's memory was indeed tampered with...she said she had a younger brother."
"But she and Prince Drake are the only inheritors of the Proudmoore family. The entire empire knows about this... In short, don't let my disciples leave Dalaran recently. She needs a period of observation."
"This is to protect her. Also, don't tell her the news about Kul Tiras. She'd better not be irritated now."
Tanred Proudmoore, a magical person...a person who was eaten by Blizzard and then spat out...what a miracle.
