"Are you, Her Royal Highness the Queen?" Elisande looked surprised, and then immediately denied it: "Impossible, Her Royal Highness the Queen's appearance is perfect, she is the most beautiful woman in the world."
The blurry image of Azshara in the candlelight sighed softly: "Ellisande, you have seen my true face. It was the hypocritical lie that deceived you. After mastering powerful magic, does appearance still mean anything?"
"
With powerful magic, you can have whatever appearance you want, and appearance has become unimportant. Elisande shook her head hard, and she actually ignored this simplest truth.
"What happened ten thousand years ago?" Elisande murmured. The long-standing doubts had already buried a thorn in her heart, making her uneasy for a long time.
Azshara in the candlelight said with hatred: "Ten thousand years ago, the upper elves carried out the act of killing the gods. I taught you the spell of time so that you could help us at this critical moment, but you let me down.
Already."
Elisande was stunned for a long time and shouted: "No, that's not my fault, it's the Eye of Aman'Thul."
Although she had forgotten that memory, she could guess the reason for her decision and said with certainty: "The Eye of Aman'Thul must have given me a bad prediction. Yes, that must be the case."
Queen Azshara nodded seriously:
"Yes, the Eye of Aman'Thul predicted that we will all die. After the Catastrophe, the contaminated Highborne experienced the most brutal transformation. It can be said to be a rebirth after death. The tribesmen who failed to transform are still trapped in the bodies of Nagas.
Inside, maybe you can find the body I left behind in the deep sea Naga, she is still alive."
Elisande originally thought that the upper elf had become a naga, but it turned out that it was just a shell left behind by transformation.
"Your Highness, how are you doing?" Elisande's eyes were filled with tears.
"We lived a very hard life." Queen Azshara said quietly: "After losing our home, we realized the cruelty and ruthlessness of the universe, and the ruthless exploitation of weak civilizations by strong civilizations. In order to survive, we paid a heavy price
, including our night elf form, if you see us again, you will definitely not recognize us."
Ten thousand years later, what happened to the wandering high-class elves now? Elisande hated herself for not being able to be with the queen, and she vaguely regretted it.
"Because of my nostalgia for the night elves, I have helped you secretly more than once. But now, our friendship has ended. The owner of the Eye of Aman'Thul has appeared. Elisande, your fate is in your own hands.
, you have to make a choice, this time it’s up to you.”
The image of the queen in the candlelight disappeared with a snap, and no matter how much Elisande prayed, she never appeared again.
"Is the owner of the Eye of Aman'Thul Illidan Stormrage?" Elisande pondered the meaning of Queen Azshara's words: "The history may be false, but Illidan must have something to do with Queen Azshara.
Intersect, I understand, this artifact was left to Illidan, so Queen Azshara secretly protects the city of Suramar."
"Perhaps surrendering to Illidan is the path to salvation for the Nightborne." Elisande made up her mind. She secretly walked out of the Night Fortress, trying to find Illidan's whereabouts and swear allegiance to him.
All of Elisande's actions were monitored by Robbie's Eye of C'Thun. Because of his lack of understanding of the situation, Elisande made wrong judgments, and Robbie thought about how to deal with it.
The black cat on the side didn't take it seriously, as Elisande's decision had already been expected.
"Elisande relies too much on the Eye of Aman'Thul, so she lacks judgment. Of course, everyone's wisdom is limited, and judgments are not always correct. Elisande acted arbitrarily and regarded the city of Suramar as her own.
own private property and decide the fate of the Children of the Night on their own without even having a companion to discuss it with. How can such an approach be undefeated?"
"Let's go steal the Eye of Aman'Thul." Robbie suggested: "We must not let Aman'Thul get the artifact he made with his own hands. This will greatly increase his strength."
"Stealing is a good decision, but it is not the best way." Black Cat smiled and said: "We are acting in secret, and we cannot let Ammansur notice our existence, otherwise he will definitely be wary. My suggestion is
Tampering with the Eye of Aman'Thul and quietly installing a backdoor."
Tampering with the Pillars of Creation, Robbie thought to himself, this is not something that can be accomplished by ordinary technical means.
The black cat spit out the golden disc again and handed it to Robbie: "You can take this disc and transform into Elisande, walk into the Night Fortress, and then use the disc to make contact with the Eye of Aman'Thul.
It's done, Aman'Thul has the ability of time and can foresee the future. You can do this without being discovered."
Robbie nodded, convinced that this was a good idea.
Elisande is so powerful that she is the supreme queen of Suramar City. Robbie pretends to be her, and there is no obstacle along the way. Nobles and commoners alike must avoid it.
Robbie entered the Night Fortress unimpeded and the secret room where the Eye of Aman'Thul was placed.
After completing the black cat's mission, Robbie saw the half-burned red candle beside him.
This was a prop used by Elisande to communicate with Queen Azshara. It was undoubtedly made by the Highborne Elves. Robbie noticed that there was a vague cat paw print at the bottom of the candle.
As the saying goes, there are three caves of a cunning rabbit. Aman'Thul has many hiding places, all of which are built deep underground, where the moonlight cannot shine.
Injuries such as a broken arm and a cut throat are not difficult for a Titan, and he can recover by just resting.
Aman'Thul recovered from his injuries, opened his eyes, and was surprised to see Xal'atath packing his things.
"Are you leaving here?" Aman'Thul asked with a frown.
"I not only want to leave this dark mouse hole, I also want to leave you forever." Xal'atath looked at the man in front of him mockingly: "Aman'Thul, look what you have done, an Elisan
Virtue makes you lose your composure. This is not the Supreme Father I know. It seems that ten thousand years of imprisonment have made you not so calm."
Aman'Thul must admit that ten thousand years of soul torture has changed his psychology. If Aman'Thul was ten thousand years ago, faced with Elisande destroying the hard-trained withered ones, he would definitely choose to endure.
Instead of jumping out and fighting with him.
"I have endured this for ten thousand years." Aman'Thul said bitterly.
"Yes, so you risk your own future." Xal'atath's sarcasm became more intense: "Sooner or later, Moon Goddess Elune will discover that there is something wrong with this Illidan, can't you just be patient?
When you enter the planet Argus, a world without the supervision of the moon god, you can use your strength at will."
Xal'atath looked at Aman'Thul seriously: "It wouldn't be a shame for you to be defeated by Maiev at that time."
Aman'Thul was unconvinced: "Maiev's victory was just a coincidence."
"Coincidence, who knows? Maybe Maiev is also a fighting genius like Illidan." Xal'atath packed up his clothes and saluted, packed them into a package and carried it on his shoulders, leaving his last words before leaving:
"I remember ten thousand years ago, Illidan cut off one of your fingers." (To be continued)