McDonald glanced twice at Azshara, his gaze that penetrated her body to the darkest and most obscure corners of her soul, making Azshara's heart tremble and her whole body tremble unconsciously.
"It seems that you have at least positioned yourself correctly."
McDonald's words immediately made Azshara gasp for air. She knew that she had passed the test, and she immediately knelt down again and prostrated deeply.
"Thank you Master for your mercy."
"No, make no mistake. The emperor's mercy is not that cheap."
These words immediately made Azshara's relaxed nerves become tense again.
Sure enough, McDonald's next words came: "Let's get things done this time. After defeating Sargeras, I will allow the upper elves to become the first-class race of the Alliance."
Azshara was stunned for a moment and understood immediately.
As the former rulers of Kaldorei, if the Highborne Elves were not as good as the Night Elves and High Elves in the Alliance, it would be okay for a short time, but over time, Azshara would not be able to suppress the elves below. This is considered enough.
She lost face.
She has gained face, so naturally she has to pay for it.
The status of the high-level elf has risen, but Naga has not been mentioned. This means that she is cut off from the power of the sea tribe under her. However, even with Naga and fishmen in hand, can she change the world?
This is actually the greatest gift McDonald's can give her.
"Thank you Lord for your gift. I...I will definitely deal with those traitors."
McDonald glanced at her frightened face mixed with joy and flattery, as if to shoo away a fly: "Go ahead."
After Azshara left, McDonald's rested his right hand on the armrest and tapped the desk with his left index finger, thinking about the current situation.
The direction of history has long since changed.
I don’t know if many events will happen again, after all, many big events have been messed up. For example, [Emerald Dream] should normally come out now, because N’Zoth wants to jump out, forcing Xavius not to follow the time node, first
Jumped out and gave it away.
Thanks to Mr. Xaviers, McDonald’s is happy to introduce the Dragon King Empress.
The upcoming battle for Suramar City will undoubtedly become much easier due to Azshara's intervention.
McDonald felt that he could be more confident and get rid of all the Nightborne bosses in it. Now that Gul'dan has died at the hands of his good friend Duke in the Galactic Council, [Night Fortress] can be said to have destroyed most of the raids in this game.
Already.
This is why McDonald dared to let Lao Wu take 2 groups to Suramar.
Just as McDonald's was preparing to attack Suramar City, in the distant void, a gleaming golden fleet was folding and flying in space.
In the universe, there are few ships with such a cool appearance, and they are all golden. Fortunately, this is not gold, but pure... holy light.
Looking through the bright golden surface, you can see the streamlined hull that is very Draenei style.
Rather than saying this is a space battleship, it is more like a Draenei temple in the shape of a football. The vine-like lavender metal outer wall is wrapped with pieces of dark purple glass-like portholes, making everything look beautiful.
Inside the ship, in the spacious bridge, there was a paper figure suspended in mid-air. No, it was the golden Naaru who spoke.
She is none other than Naluri's eldest sister, Zera, the Mother of Holy Light.
Facing a paladin in the direction of her attack, her majestic and sacred voice echoed throughout the audience.
"Turalyon! I understand your desire to save your homeland, but this is already our maximum speed."
Yes, the old man with white hair and white beard in front of him is Turalyon, the last of the Alliance's long-lost Silver Saints.
When there was a big explosion in Outland, Turalyon ordered the army to evacuate, but he himself was unfortunately involved in the turbulence of time and space. Fortunately, he was picked up by the Legion of Light and escaped death.
Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, discovered his talent in the Holy Light and baptized him personally, turning him into an extremely powerful and ageless [Lightcaster].
Since then, in the twisted void where time flows at a completely different speed in Azeroth, Turalyon followed the Legion of Light and fought against the demons of the Burning Legion for countless years.
To the outside world, maybe this is only 20 years.
In the Twisting Nether, this has been thousands of years.
Armed with brand new power and the entire Legion of Light, Turalyon and Zera rushed back as soon as they learned of the attack on Azeroth.
Although he quite recognized Macdonkan's abilities, Turalyon was still worried. He could not imagine his hometown falling under the iron heel of the Burning Legion.
"I hope we can make it in time." Turalyon sighed.
Suddenly, the lightcast draenei navigator reported: "Approaching the target space...this...a large-scale space battle at the level of the space fleet is taking place in the target space. High-energy reactions are constant. If you jump out according to the original coordinates, you will be involved.
The danger of energy turbulence, please temporarily fine-tune the transition coordinates."
Turalyon and Zera were stunned at the same time.
Where did Azeroth get its space fleet?
Turalyon knew best about his own technological level.
It's okay to pull out some primitive cannons, but talking about space fleets is too ridiculous, right?
While Turalyon was in a daze, Zera made a decision: "I agree to the fine-tuning."
The light and shadow flew past the portholes of the spaceship. Beings who were not at the level of astral wizards would not feel the slight twist in the passage of light and shadow.
Not long after, the scene outside suddenly changed, from extremely dynamic to a relatively static starry sky.
Turalyon and Zera were no strangers to the starry universe. What really made them feel extremely strange was the mysterious and huge fleet surrounding the planet Azeroth.
"This is..." Turalyon's pupils suddenly shrank into small particles.
There is no need for an optical observer to help magnify. Just from a distance, the flash of light emitted when the mysterious fleet fired a salvo of ten thousand guns instantly turned the face of every Holy Light Legion soldier white.
The beam cannon passed through half of the star field at high speed and bombarded the battleship of the Burning Legion, the old enemy of the Holy Light Legion.
In the past, the evil energy shields that would only collapse after being blasted with so many cannons by Holy Light warships were useless. The expanding flashes of light represented the explosion of legion warships.
The light produced by the continuous explosions on the legion battleships strongly stimulated the eyes of the lightcasters.
You can completely imagine what it would be like in the exploding legion battleship. Sparks were flying from every corner, and the wild turbulence of destruction was tearing apart the demon's body. However, the demons had nowhere to escape.
These demonic troops, who were capable of destroying a planet at will, died meaninglessly at the hands of these mysterious enemies.
However, the battleships of the Burning Legion seemed to have received some kind of death order. They kept jumping out from other distant galaxies and rushed forward without fear to be cannon fodder, just so that the landing ships could survive with a 100% chance.
Evading the intensive protection of the guardian fleet, it forcibly broke into the atmosphere of the planet Azeroth.
Zera spoke, her voice almost whispering: "Where did the powerful fleet come from? Is there really a space fleet in this universe that is superior to the Burning Legion?"
