Azshara, the magical city, is a glorious giant city and the capital of the night elves. Its architectural style has the unique exquisiteness and artistic taste of the elves.
No one knows that it is actually a floating city.
The entire city was shrouded in a lavender spherical shield. The black lake water containing magic from the Well of Eternity quickly erupted and filled the entire spherical shield, tightly protecting the city within it.
The black moon blocked the power of the moonlight, which was thousands of miles in diameter, and Elune was obviously unwilling to do so.
The dragons and Burning Legion on the ground didn't know what happened. They just saw a few strong flashes of light. The black moon covering the sky finally disappeared, and the bright moon Elune once again showed its pure white moonlight.
However, over the city of Azshara, a black moon rose again, and the moon god was not willing to use the power of the moon in vain.
The moon shell made of rock slowly cracked, and three huge-headed monsters appeared, with a ghost-like pale white color.
Three different faces, each facing one side, with sharp edges and corners like sculptures, all with their eyes closed.
The newly hatched, city-sized moth teleported Tyrande back to the altar, then approached one of the heads and was swallowed by it.
The expressionless face slowly opened its eyes and made a strange sound that was unknown whether it was male or female.
"Azshara, your highborne are about to see true magic, the power of an ancient god. Fall into despair and fear. Let sorrow and suspicion dominate your souls. I will be happy to see you go to your own destruction."
Illidan raised his head. Even after many years, he still remembered this monster with three heads.
In that short moment, all living creatures within a thousand miles fell into despair and pain.
The dragons, the Burning Legion, and the elves of Mount Hyjal were not spared. They knelt on the ground and cried, made painful confessions, and even ended their lives in despair.
The Red Dragon Queen kneeled on the ground in despair and cried loudly: "I am guilty. I knew clearly that the arrival of the moon god Elune would destroy Azeroth, but I still did it. I dare not offend the great man.
existence."
"I am a poor coward." The green dragon Ysera hit her head on the ground in pain: "I am cowardly and timid. I dare not face difficulties. I will only sleep in the Emerald Dream to escape reality."
Green Dragon King Malygos cried blood every step of the way: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the cold reality. I'm desperate and sad. The world has defeated me. In the face of this huge difficulty, I am just a useless lizard."
The Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu buried his head in the ground like an ostrich and murmured to himself:
"I clearly saw the cold future, but I didn't dare to issue a warning. I can't accept that kind of horror. I don't know when I will have the courage to fight. I am really a coward."
Archimonde stood upright and looked coldly at Mannoroth, who was rolling back and forth on the ground and crying bitterly:
"I am a despicable villain. I should not have embezzled loot to enrich my own pockets. I should not have killed innocent people indiscriminately. My hands are stained with the blood of innocent people. I should not have flattered Archimonde and managed him so well.
Disgusting, ugly, arrogant, always praising himself even though he can't beat him."
Archimonde didn't care about this. He was surprised that the Black Dragon King Neltharion, like himself, was not affected at all.
Suddenly, Archimonde became alert and looked in one direction.
A powerful presence peeks into the battlefield.
In the boundary space between life and death, walking death summons a mirror, and you can clearly see the battle between the moon god Elune and Queen Azshara.
"This is the Eye of C'Thun, C'Thun's most proud ability. Although the effect after using it is a little worse than his, it is enough to spy on the entire battlefield. Archimonde is very alert, and he actually noticed it. He is worthy of being called the Eye of C'Thun."
Polluter."
Walking Death began to comment on the entire battlefield: "The Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun, the Thousand-Mawed Demon Yogg-Saron, the Thousand-Bearded God N'Zoth, Xal'atath is the Thousand-Stomach Demon, her ability is to eat,
By swallowing the opponent's flesh and soul, you can gain the opponent's abilities. A very powerful ability. If you swallow the star soul of Azeroth, she will become the new Titan.
"But this ability is actually very weak. Although it has helped her master many abilities, it is a pity that she cannot achieve mastery. Look, she has devoured my flesh, flesh and soul essence, but she has only scratched the surface."
The scene in the mirror changed, and it was the interior of Azshara City. Queen Azshara on the throne was slightly moved, her eyes seemed to penetrate the infinite space, she was quickly relieved, and she didn't take it to heart.
"Azshara is more alert than Archimonde. She is a dangerous woman. I am observing her, and she is also observing me to see how her upper elves deal with the magic that controls emotions."
Illidan and Xavius still stood firm, with firm eyes. The magic of the Well of Eternity did not fluctuate their emotions at all. The strength of the upper elves varied, and some could still persist. A few who were not strong enough, just took
He took out a white pill and swallowed it, and soon regained his composure.
In the city of Azshara, countless magic devices are operating, and work is still proceeding in an orderly manner.
"What is the white pill?" Bwonsamdi rolled his eyes. Y'shaarj's specialty is controlling the emotions of living beings. If he had this white pill, he would not be afraid of this ability.
"A powerful stimulant drug." Walking Death explained: "I can directly affect the emotions of living beings from the depths of the soul. Xalatas can only affect the physical body. One pill is enough to break her magic."
Bwonsamdi was quite disappointed. It seemed that he had obtained the pills but still could not cope with walking death.
The magical city Azshara slowly flew towards the moon. Compared with the moon with a diameter of more than 3,000 kilometers, this city was pitifully small. Queen Azshara's cold voice spread in all directions.
"Elune, your magic doesn't work. Now it's my turn to counterattack."
A black net appeared in the sky above the city of Azshara. The black net expanded as fast as lightning, soon covering the sky for thousands of miles, and then slowly tightened.
"Not bad, a network completely composed of space rifts." Walking Death praised: "No one in Azeroth can complete this magic independently. This is a magic performed by the upper-level elves working together. Azshara deserves to be a
A brilliant leader.”
Dangerous space rifts can cut through everything. The flesh and blood of the ancient gods and the rocks that make up the moon are vulnerable to the black net. The scope of this large net is getting wider and wider, wrapping the entire moon.
Robbie looked at Bwonsamdi: "Continue our deal and tell me the true origin of the moon god Elune."
When he thought of his princess bride, Bwonsamdi didn't even care about this unprecedented battle:
"Where do I start with this? Well, let's start with the bride. I want to marry a bride. It's not that I feel lonely. After all, I'm used to it. The real reason is to reproduce future generations. The more beautiful the bride, the better the figure, the smarter.
The higher the height, the more likely the offspring will be, so we must choose excellent breeds. Yes, this is just the reproductive instinct of our lower-level creatures, but have you ever thought about why advanced creatures like Titans also need to form partners?"
Robbie was stunned. Why does a Titan need a mate for such an advanced life form? This question has never been considered.
Bwonsamdi chuckled and said: "If the Titans were born from star souls and naturally conceived, then their union is meaningless, they can't produce offspring, and they can't do anything interesting and interesting. The strange thing is
, the consort of Aman'Thul, the Supreme Father of the Pantheon, is the guardian of order and the protector of all life, Iona." (To be continued)