Why does the cunning and cunning Kil'jaeden look like this?
Queen Azshara was not surprised. She had known it would be like this, and said sympathetically: "My mentor, haven't you come out of despair yet?"
Kil'jaeden stared blankly above his head, his whole person seemed completely numb:
"There is no eternal authority, no eternal change. I am not that reckless man like Archimonde. I know that the momentum is unstoppable. After all, I am old and can no longer keep up with the situation. Maybe this is the pain of immortality.
, watching helplessly that I am about to be eliminated. Unfortunately, my life has not come to an end yet. Perhaps dying on the battlefield is the best destination for me.
"Now I can finally understand Velen. He deserves to be called a prophet. He has seen through all this a long time ago. In order to maintain eternal power, he led a group of tribesmen to flee. This cunning guy has probably predicted our future."
"Sorry, my mentor, I know I can't convince you."
Azshara didn't know how to persuade her, so she shrugged and said:
"I found something interesting. I hope you will be interested in it. A little gadget. My mentor, your wisdom, your long life of experience and knowledge are not comparable to those new and cute things."
Azshara pushed the magic ball with the tentacles sealed into the mirror. Kil'jaeden in the mirror took the magic ball absentmindedly and smiled to himself: "Don't persuade me, Azshara, what we know,
They all know it, and what they understand, we can't understand, we can't learn, and the ancient Eredar people are really going to be eliminated."
Kil'jaeden stared at the magic ball with no interest. Compared with his huge body, the magic ball was like a bean. Suddenly, Kil'jaeden woke up, his eyes radiating light like fire.
"This is..."
The decadence and loss disappeared immediately. Kil'jaeden stood up abruptly, as if he had gained a new life. He excitedly looked at the tentacles in the magic ball, his breathing became heavy and heavy, and he kept spitting out green evil energy.
"My student, Azshara, tell me, where did you get this?"
The strange changes in the mentor caught Azshara's attention, and she quickly asked: "My mentor, can you tell me the origin of this tentacle?"
"This is hope, the key to the eternal road, the biggest taboo in the world, Azeroth, the ancient gods don't have this ability, this is the power of the moon god Elune, right?"
Kil'jaeden's eyes revealed a cunning look: "I have seen a bright future, a truly unparalleled ultimate power. It seems that I have to make some plans. My best disciple, you have brought the best to the mentor."
gift."
Azshara heard the tone of rejection, frowned and asked: "My mentor, aren't you willing to tell me the truth?"
Kil'jaeden fell into thinking. His face was tangled, and he was struggling hard. After a long while, he finally let out a long breath: "It cannot be said. There are several taboos in the universe. This is one of them. It is related to the end."
If I tell you the secret of this moment, Azeroth will probably be destroyed because of it."
Then, Kil'jaeden looked cautious, raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at the top of his head, and issued a warning: "Azshara, you must be careful, be careful of the people in the sky."
This was a code word with a specific meaning, and Azshara fell into thinking.
The link to the image disappeared. Queen Azshara thought for a long time, still looking confused.
Robbie looked at Azshara suspiciously and had a question to ask, but Her Majesty the Queen quietly explained:
"The Burning Legion has been making progress, and now a new force has emerged. They are a group of cute creatures, cute in appearance, and powerful. Archimonde, Kil'jaeden, and the old eredar mages are all outdated and have been questioned at the same time.
There is also the policy of foreign war. Pollution, destruction, fraud, and conspiracy are no longer the main themes of the Legion."
So it was like this. Robbie suddenly realized why Kil'jaeden became like this. He couldn't help but think of King Terenas' famous saying: Kingship has no eternity.
The secret message left by Kil'jaeden was too profound. Azshara sat on the ground, her twin tails loose, and thought quietly for a long time, but she had no clue.
"The known conditions are not enough to make correct inferences. Kil'jaeden is a cautious man. He is unwilling to tell us the truth. He must have his own purpose. This ambitious guy will definitely have something to do with the Burning Legion.
Action, luckily I know who to ask, the Old God C'Thun, he's a good conversationalist."
In Silithus, yellow sand covered the ground, and a golden sandworm emerged from the sand, looking at the dim sky.
Queen Azshara takes Robbie into the ancient Ahn'Qiraj Empire.
The tall obsidian guards guarded the gate silently. They didn't know that someone had sneaked into the heavily guarded city. Queen Azshara was just strolling around. The Ahn'Qiraj bugs turned a blind eye to the queen's arrival, and the tight defense seemed not to exist.
Same.
Arriving at the deepest part of the Ahn'Qiraj Temple, the Ahn'Qiraj priests who were serving C'Thun around the altar received the revelation at the same time and hurriedly left the altar.
On the top of the empty altar, countless light spots gathered, finally forming a huge eye.
"Azshara, how dare you come to my empire, my domain, you are challenging an ancient god."
A ray of light shot out from the depths of C'Thun's pupils, which was the most terrifying eye edge of C'Thun. Azshara waved her hand casually, and a black ball of light appeared, swallowing up the light of the eye edge that could be infinitely refracted.
"In my opinion, you are nothing more than that." Azshara smiled contemptuously.
"Disdain an Old God, and you will soon pay the price."
C'Thun roared, the queen's figure was reflected in the huge pupils, and countless dark tentacles continued to entangle. Azshara suddenly felt short of breath and turned pale.
"Dark reflections, interesting abilities."
Azshara took a deep breath, and the shadows in her pupils grew larger and larger, until she finally stood almost upright and broke away from the unwrapped tentacles.
After this battle, C'Thun's pupils dimmed and Azshara panted violently, consuming a lot of mana.
Not long after, Azshara recovered her mana, and C'Thun's pupils lit up again.
This time both of them looked at their opponents cautiously and did not act rashly.
C'Thun made a strange sound, as if it was echoing directly in his mind:
"My true body is in the Titan's seal, and I can only use part of my mental power to fight you. Azshara, don't force me. As long as I am willing to break through part of the seal at any cost, you will definitely not be able to leave here today."
"Really, C'Thun, I don't think you have such a chance." Azshara said calmly: "The glory of the ancient gods has passed. This is not your era. The old gods came from the throne.
Up and down, the new civilization is about to become the master of the world."
C'Thun was silent for a long time before he said in a daze:
"Yes, Azshara, you have indeed embarked on the path we want to see, but it is not enough. The waves of fate are affecting you. Azeroth is covered in fog, and no one knows what is deep in the fog."
"So what about this? Is it a clue to something deep in the mist?" A magic ball appeared in Azshara's hand.
Looking at the earthworm-like tentacles in the magic ball, C'Thun couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
"I see, I understand, this is the conspiracy of the people in heaven." (To be continued)