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Chapter 937 Azsharas Expectations

Throughout Azeroth, Orfa's reputation is not prominent, and not many people know of his existence and abilities.

But in the small circle of druids, as the master of the druid branch profession Thornspeaker, Orfa's reputation is still very loud.

Since it was difficult to invite night elf druids to participate in the research from the official level, Sarlayan simply changed his perspective and used Lao Xiong's connections to privately organize a group of druids to join the research project.

According to Danmaku, a large-scale research project will inevitably be split into many detailed groups.

If the people at the top do not take the initiative to step up and paint the pie, many grassroots researchers...commonly known as scientific research dogs, do not know or want to know what the large-scale projects they are involved in research are, and they will just immerse themselves in the part of the tasks they have received.

If Olfa, the old bear, takes the lead in summoning the druids, he must be the one who leads the research on the druids. He does not have to tell the people below about the specific purpose of studying these detailed projects.

Just like a large jigsaw puzzle, no one knows what pattern it will eventually form until the moment all the parts are assembled, except the designer who knows it in advance.

"The Drust, the Thornspeaker..."

Azshara tilted her head thoughtfully: "I seem to have heard of these two terms somewhere. Vashj, do you have any clues?"

"yes."

Vashj, who often served as Azshara's secretary, bowed her head respectfully and replied: "The Drust people existed long before the Troll Empire appeared, but they have always lived in a corner and lived a life without fighting against the world.

Life."

"According to the research data of the Royal Academy of Magic, the Drust are a transitional race before the flesh-and-blood Vrykul degenerated into modern humans. In a sense, they can be said to be the ancestors of humans."

"As for the Thornspeaker, this is a brand new profession developed by the Drust people based on the way of the Druid and their special culture."

"As the Marquis of Deep Shadow said, Thornspeaker is a sub-class of Druid. The more specific situation is not recorded in detail in the data."

‘Aloof from the world?’

Sarlayan's evaluation of Vashj...or the Royal Magic Academy of the Dark Night Empire was somewhat surprising.

But then I thought about it. During the period when the Dark Night Empire was active, Gorak Tur and his fallen Thornspeakers probably had not yet officially gained control of the ethnic group. The Drust people were still led by orthodox Thornspeakers like Orfa.

.

Although Thornspeakers are different from regular druids in that they study the power of balance between life and death, they are inevitably influenced by druid culture. They are more Buddhist in their behavior and do not like to interact with others.

fight.

Even if Gorak Tuor had usurped power at that time, facing the Empire of Darkness, which was gradually entering its heyday, and with Drust's small population, he could only keep his tail between his legs.

Think about it carefully, the Drust people who have experienced brutal internal fighting cannot even defeat one of the Arathi pioneers who came across the sea. Why should they compete with the powerful Dark Night Empire?

As Gorak Tul and his followers were thrown into the Maw, the remaining Drust, whether in Azeroth or the Shadowlands, were determined to restore the original gentle ways of the Thornspeakers and completely destroy them.

Abandon the wrong ideas brought to the Drust people by the family of Gorak Tull.

Fortunately for the Shadow Realm, a large number of Drust souls still live and work peacefully in Ardenweald.

If the information provided by Orfa is correct, the Drust people still living in Azeroth have become a rare species, and whether they can continue the race is questionable.

Now that the matter has come to this, Old Bear Olfa has already thought about it.

If the race cannot be continued, at least the results of the Drust people's research over the years - the correct way of the Thornspeakers - must be passed down as proof that the Drust people once existed.

Olfa, the old bear, is very old, and he doesn’t know how many years he has left to live.

What makes Orfa gratified is that at the end of his life, he met an outstanding successor worthy of entrusting the Thornspeaker legacy.

That is, Sarlayan Deep Shadow, who accidentally broke into Drustvar a few years ago.

Olfa has helped Sarlayan solve various troubles more than once. As long as Sarlayan makes reasonable requests, he will not refuse this time.

Azshara nodded thoughtfully: "Since you are confident, I will leave it to you to take full responsibility for inviting druids to join the research."

"I will send people to secretly contact the decision-makers of Suramar and Quel'Thalas, and complete the transaction between the three parties as soon as possible to form a research team. Don't delay too long."

"correct."

Before the royal prelude ended, Azshara suddenly made a request.

"Help me give Inasi a message. If she has free time after work, remember to come to Nazjatar to chat with me."

Azshara has been trapped under the sea for many years, and there are very few people who can communicate with her on an equal footing.

No matter how powerful the queen is, she has her own social needs in private, which cannot be satisfied by respectful and loyal subordinates like Vashj.

Sharlayan smiled and nodded to express his acceptance: "I will take your words to you truthfully. Then...Queen Azshara, I will take my leave now."

"I wish you good health and may you realize your long-cherished wish as soon as possible."

Watching Sarlayan slowly and gracefully leave under the leadership of the maids, Azshara looked at his back with interest.

"Vashj, what do you think of Inas's child?"

Vashchi's expression changed slightly: "What does Her Majesty the Queen mean...what do you think?"

Azshara glanced at Vashj slightly strangely: "Of course it's his ability, otherwise?"

"Well..." Vashchi was a little disappointed in her heart, but she calmly thought and replied: "Outstanding, even in the Dark Night Empire at its peak, there were very few heroes who could speak so eloquently despite the Queen's infinite charm.

.”

"Ha~"

Azshara chuckled with unknown meaning: "You know, who does he remind me of?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Vashqi: "Please forgive my ignorance."

Azshara didn't care about Vashj's "ignorance" and continued with a smile: "Illidan Stormrage, that rebellious elf who dares to make demands in front of me."

"It's a pity that Illidan used his eyes in exchange for Sargeras's infusion of evil energy. Since the end of the War of the Ancients, no news about him has been heard again."

"I wonder if the legend of the night elves' golden eyes can still be fulfilled in him. I'm quite looking forward to it."

'Legend...?'

Vashj understood what Azshara meant.

There has always been a legend among the night elves that is true or false - night elves with golden eyes will definitely do great things in the future.

Azshara is the first person to achieve the legendary Golden Eyes. With this example, many people have placed a lot of expectations on Illidan.

Unfortunately, at least so far, he has not reached the heights expected.

Illidan had a brief encounter with Azshara when he broke into the Eternal Palace to rescue Tyrande who was captured by Xavius.

His unruliness hidden under the surface of humility left a deep impression on Azshara.

Tyrande was a priest of the moon god Elune, and even Azshara had no intention of offending Elune. She had no intention of doing anything to Tyrande in the first place.

Out of a moment of bad taste, Azshara persuaded Tyrande to give up her faith in Elune and become her maid, which made Vashj jealous and hate Tyrande.

"Hey~"

Azshara, who had looked very interested before, suddenly seemed a little bored. She leaned lazily on the armrest of the throne and stared at the ceiling of the Eternal Palace in a daze.

"It's been ten thousand years. If this kid Sarlayan hadn't unexpectedly brought us some hope of restoring the form of the night elves, maybe I would have been driven crazy by this boundless loneliness and loneliness sooner or later."

As the undisputed number one beauty in Azeroth, Azshara's self-admiration is also planet-level. She has always been very proud of her beauty.

Except for Vashj and other personal maids, no one knew how unhappy Azshara was after being forcibly transformed into a naga, and this negative emotion had accumulated for ten thousand years.

Under the long-term mental torture of the ugly Naga form, Azshara, who loves beauty extremely, can still maintain normal sanity as she is now, which is considered an amazing willpower.

A faint sigh came from the palace hall where only Azshara and Vashj were left: "I hope this large-scale research proposed by Sarlayan can really achieve the expected results, otherwise..."


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