Azshara's promise of immunity surprised Sharlayan.
"Queen Azshara, do you mean that you know that what I am going to say next may not be so pleasing to you?"
"Ha~"
Azshara smiled nonchalantly: "For so many years, the elves living on the land have only heard the rhetoric formulated by Tyrande after the war."
"Even without a detailed investigation, I know that they will not have any objective evaluation of me in determining responsibility for the War of the Ancients."
As Azshara said, even the high elves who traveled to the Eastern Kingdom could not deliberately praise Azshara, the legitimate king of all elves, in order to ensure the legitimacy of Dath'Remar's throne.
The history of the War of the Ancients stored in the Great Library of Quel'Thalas still follows the "official history" drawn up by Tyrande's people after the war.
Sharlayan grew up in Quel'Thalas, and when he received his education, he was naturally guided by the bias left by the night elves in the history books.
And this history book compiled by the night elves obviously does not have a good opinion of Queen Azshara who attracted the Burning Legion.
There was a flash of electricity in his mind, and Sarlayan asked meaningfully: "So, what was the truth back then? Can Her Majesty the Queen explain it to me?"
Azshara waved her hand noncommittally: "Let's not mention these old things for now. Rather than looking back on the past, I think it is more important to look to the future."
"If you are really interested in the history of that year, after this conversation is over, I can ask Vashchi to take you to the Royal Library to look through the information and see how the orthodox Dark Night Empire history books record that war."
"Let's get down to business."
Azshara sat up straight again and guided her with a hint of direction: "Salayan Deep Shadow, you mustered up the courage to accept the invitation and come to Nazjatar, it should not be just to talk about these old things about Chen Mazi and rotten millet.
Right? If you have something to say, just say it."
Sarlayan nodded knowingly: "Indeed, I have many questions that I would like to have answered personally by you. Let me first mention a less sensitive topic."
"The Night's Watch of Azsuna have been punished for ten thousand years. I wonder if Her Majesty the Queen can forgive their sin of rebellion and free the souls of those poor people."
"Azuna?"
Azshara's golden eyes moved upward slightly, seeming to be thinking about the meaning behind Sharlayan's words.
"Ah~ you mean Farodis."
Azshara, who looked astonished, said with a hint of fun: "Is this your first question?"
"That's right. After thousands of years, it's almost time to atone for the treasonous sins of Farodis' gang."
"It just so happens that the cursed Tidestone has returned to my hands. If they are willing to admit to me the mistakes they made back then, I can forgive their sins."
Sarlayan frowned slightly: "Do you have to admit your mistake in person?"
"That's right."
Azshara seemed to be pointing out something and said: "Farodis has long been an adult and must be responsible for the choices he makes."
"Back then, he launched an unplanned rebellion against me without any plan. As the Queen of the Dark Night Empire, it is my duty to suppress the rebels. His fault is not his. Do you still have to blame me?"
One thing to say is that Faroldis's original intention was undoubtedly correct. He wanted to use military remonstrance to force Azshara to reconsider her alliance with the Burning Legion.
But as Azshara said, Farodis's rebellion plan was too foolish. After one of the links went wrong, it quickly fell into a complete collapse, and was easily suppressed by Azshara without any effort.
At that time, the upper echelons of the Dark Night Empire were at war with the Burning Legion, which had not yet revealed its true colors.
From Azshara's perspective, Faroldis started a rebellion at this juncture to tarnish the image of the Dark Night Empire in front of future allies.
However, as a future generation who knows the details of the Burning Legion, Sharlayan will inevitably consider the issue from the standpoint of the defender of Azeroth.
From this aspect, Farodis's motivations were correct, but the means of protest were obviously inadequate.
Just when Sharlayan was about to refute Azshara's words, one of the barrage suddenly reminded him.
[Xiao Sa, don't get excited, there seems to be another mystery in Azshara's words. 】
Sarlayan swallowed back what he was about to say: "What's the mystery?"
["If they are willing to admit to me the mistakes they made back then", this sentence does not mention what the mistakes were from beginning to end.]
Sarlayan was shocked: "This..."
"Does Azshara mean that as long as Faroldis admits his mistakes to her in person, no matter what the mistakes he admits, she is willing to fulfill her promise to lift the curse?"
[At least that’s how I interpreted it, or maybe Azshara didn’t tell the whole story. 】
[No, I think this is Azshara's original intention.]
Another barrage began to express its own opinions.
[For a veteran politician like Azshara, who has been in power for more than 15,000 years, it should be impossible to say such half-sentences that can easily leave people with clues, unless she did it intentionally.
.]
Sarlayan lowered his head and fell into deep thought: "Do I just need to admit my mistake..."
Just as Sharlayan lowered his head, Azshara's eyes flashed with a hint of admiration.
"My mind works very fast. No wonder Inas boasted about her baby boy so much that he was in the sky and there was nothing on the ground. There is indeed something there."
"I see."
After a brief thought, Sarlayan responded calmly: "I will convey your words to the Azsuna Night Watch unchanged. As for how they will reply... I am not sure."
Azshara nodded slightly, "Okay, let's end this topic, next one."
After the first round of the Riddler's confrontation, Sarlayan once again raised his guard. He did not want to fall into Azshara's text trap again.
"second question."
Sarlayan narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously: "This is just my guess. There is no evidence for the time being."
"Queen Azshara, the reason why you want to obtain the Tide Stone despite making a promise not to invade the land, is it because you plan to use the power of this Pillar of Creation to destroy Nazjatar... or Zin Azshari?
Rise to the surface of the sea again?”
"oh?"
Azshara's originally playful gaze became sharp. Sarlayan, who was locked with those golden eyes, felt like a mouse being stared at by a cat. All the muscles in his body were subconsciously tense, ready to be ejected at any time.
slip.
"Ha~"
Azshara noticed Sharlayan's overreaction and chuckled to dispel the intimidating aura.
"Don't be nervous. I promised to forgive your rude words. At least in this meeting, you don't have to worry about being convicted for your words."
"But, I'm curious."
Azshara looked into Sharlayan's eyes with interest: "Where did you draw this inference?"
Sarlayan shrugged and replied: "It's just a guess without evidence. Just think of it as a whim."
"So? Am I right?"
Azshara smiled meaningfully: "The answer to this question is reserved for now. Do you have anything else you want to ask? Tell me all."
"Okay, now comes the last question."
Sharlayan took a deep breath and looked at Azshara solemnly, focusing on her deep golden eyes, deliberately ignoring the infinite charm she unconsciously exuded.
"Queen Azshara, I have asked Ms. Vashj this question before."
Vashj, who was standing beside the throne, had an expression on his face. Apparently he had guessed what Sarlayan wanted to ask, and there was a look of astonishment on his face.
Sarlayan stared at Azshara without hesitation and continued: "I heard that changing from night elf to naga was not your original intention, but a compromise you had to make due to the pressure of survival."
"I wonder if Her Majesty the Queen has considered how to transform back into a night elf from the twisted form given by N'Zoth."
"What I'm referring to is not a temporary illusion cast by you and Ms. Vashchi, but a change in the nature of life."
The carefree smile that always hung on Azshara's face disappeared, and the atmosphere in the hall became stagnant.
Sarlayan gritted his teeth and resisted the invisible pressure, still stubbornly looking directly into Azshara's eyes.
"Son of Inas."
After looking at each other for more than a minute, Azshara finally said in a deep voice: "The meaning behind your words...could it be that you want to use this as an inducement to persuade me to completely abandon all ties with N'Zoth?"