MTL - Azeroth Shadow of the Moon-Chapter 742 split the sea

N'Zoth, who is busy healing the wounds of his soul, has not done anything wrong recently, and the Naga's offensive has gradually become procedural.

According to the report of Delaryn who was guarding Senkinlai Beach, she felt no emotion at all from the attacks of these Naga, just like arcane puppets mechanically performing tasks.

The night elves are a race with an extremely low fertility rate, but the Naga is on the contrary. Under the "blessing" of N'Zoth, the Naga violated the rules of life, and at the same time possessed a long lifespan and strong fertility.

Andrea didn't know what Azshara thought of her egg-born people, at least Andrea never recognized that Naga was a branch of elves.

Unlike the Nightborne and the High Elves, the Naga is very different from the Night Elves in terms of the most fundamental form of life, and the differences in customs between the two sides are insignificant compared to this.

Azshara was completely indifferent to the mass deaths of her subordinate Naga. Perhaps in her eyes, except for the core members of the original Naga transformed from the night elves, the other Naga were not regarded by her as her own people and fellow-clans at all.

Anarchy's magic net center temporarily built an altar, and the Gorganes Tidal Stone was floating above the altar, and the water-blue light was circulating around the Tidal Stone.

The main force of the night elves and the reinforcements of Kalimdor's allied races gathered neatly on the southern coast of Suramar.

The residents of Anakis gathered around the cordon around the altar, watching Chancellor Moon Shadow slowly walk up to the altar, reaching out to hold the tide stone floating in mid-air.

The Well of Eternity at the root of Nordrassil began to emit faint blue arcane energy, and countless streams of arcane light spilled out, gradually converging to the top of the World Tree, and merging into the Tidal Stone in Andrea's hand.

Shrunk to the size of a fist, the tide stone rose in the wind under the infusion of pure arcane energy, and soon grew to the size of a person.

Andrea didn't stop the energy injection. As the energy absorbed in the Tidal Stone gradually became saturated, the spherical gemstone in the center of the Pillar of Creation began to rotate at high speed, shooting a water-blue beam toward the sea to the east.

"Shua!"

The light beam sank into the distant sea, and there was no change in a short period of time. The Azeroth coalition forces that were waiting in battle had been notified long ago, and they still maintained strict military discipline and stared at the unchanged sea.

About a minute later, centering on the sea area where the light beam entered, there was a sudden huge wave on the sea surface, and the sea water in the middle of the sea was evacuated by the power of the Pillar of Creation.

Sentinels riding hippogryphs patrolling at high altitudes gradually saw the depths of the sea, and the underwater city of Nazjatar exposed to the air appeared for the first time in front of land creatures.

Allowing the Well of Eternity to continue to provide energy to the Tidal Stone, Andrea turned around to face the cheering citizens of the Night Republic. They also observed the changes in the depths of the sea through the arcane water mirror.

"My fellow citizens of the Night Republic, the battle against Naga and N'Zoth is finally coming to an end!"

"For more than three months, not only our night elves, Kalimdor, and even many races in Azeroth have suffered heavy pressure from the Naga's attack and paid huge sacrifices."

"Today! We will turn from defense to offense, and officially attack Najatar, the capital of the Naga, and Ny'alotha, the lair of N'Zoth, to completely end the corruption of Azeroth by the Old Gods!"

Andrea's mobilization and speech could not only be seen at the scene of Anakis, the ambassadors of various countries, with the assistance of the high elf arcanists, simultaneously transmitted this scene back to their respective capitals.

In the capitals of different races and countries, the local residents looked up at the huge water mirror in the sky, and the Naga city of Nazjatar was intuitively presented in front of them.

"Residents of the Dark Night Republic, all the creatures of Azeroth, please remember this historic moment. The great achievements that the Pantheon Titans failed to achieve will be created by the mortals of Azeroth!"

Andrea raised his right hand and shouted passionately, "Let us unite and accomplish unprecedented feats! Glory to Azeroth!"

"Glory to Azeroth!"

…

The new capital of the Draenei in the Lost Islands, Velen was on the terrace of the bishop's hall, looking at the image in the water mirror with the archbishops, smiling and stroking his snow-white beard.

After the draenei settled in Azeroth, they finally gradually regained their long-lost passion. Velen, who had witnessed the history of the suffering of the eredar and the draenei, showed a look of relief on his face.

"Hehe~ It's rare to see Andrea, who has always been calm and reserved, give such an inspiring speech."

Osar clenched his fists excitedly and said, "This is the responsibility that the leader race of Azeroth should show. Prophet, let us also send troops to eliminate the last hidden danger in Azeroth. The counterattack against Argus is just around the corner!"

Wei Lun withdrew the smile on his face and nodded solemnly.

"Boom!"

The Prophet's staff landed heavily, attracting the attention of all residents in the city.

"Draenei warriors! Show your courage and strength to our allies!"

"It's time to end the tens of thousands of years of Draenei's history of fleeing. Now, we will advance and retreat with Azeroth's powerful allies!"

"Victory will belong to Azeroth!"

…

Coincidentally, Varian, who was in charge of Stormwind Keep, was excited amidst the passionate shouts in the city.

Despite Bolvar's grim persuasion, he put on the full suit of lion armor left by Lane with the help of the royal attendants.

"Your Majesty, please calm down, this battle is up to me..."

"Stop talking!"

Allowing the attendant to finally put on the blue cloak with the Stormwind Kingdom logo on him, Varian said decisively, "I must personally lead and participate in this battle that will determine the fate of Azeroth!"

Bolvar turned his head to look at Queen Tiffin who smiled and said nothing, "Your Highness, you should persuade Your Majesty."

The graceful Tiffin smiled and shook his head, "Duke Fortagan, Varian has already decided, no one can make him change his mind, let him go."

Bovar questioned with a constipated face, "Please forgive me for presumptuousness, in case Your Majesty encounters danger on the battlefield..."

Varian patted Faberval on the back angrily, "Are you cursing me?"

"Don't dare!"

Putting the lion-faced golden helmet on his head, Varian's slightly dull voice came from under the helmet.

"If something really happens to me, Anduin will inherit the throne, Bolvar, your youngest daughter Taelia is Anduin's queen. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Bolvar's bitter and bitter expression suddenly became sharp, "...When did Prince Anduin have that kind of relationship with Taelia? How old is he?"

"Hehe~"

Queen Tiffin covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't get excited, Duke Fordragon, Varian is talking about the future, not the present."

Varian said angrily, "Look at the way you protect the calf, you are useless."

"Let's go! Wabur, you are my adjutant this time."

"Pray that your crow's mouth will not come true, or you will die earlier than me, the king."

…

When the various countries of Azeroth led their armies to Nazjatar through various means of transportation, Andrea first came to the sky above the big hole in the middle of the sea.

He seemed to be able to directly see the Eternal Palace through the countless coral reefs in the sea, and see Azshara's soul-stirring golden eyes from the throne.

The unknown conversation between Elune and Azshara made Andrea quite concerned, but since Elune gave instructions that Azshara and her Naga army must be defeated, Andrea would not have any action until the goal was achieved. hesitate.

"The first, third, and fourth flying fleets, march forward, deploy troops as quickly as possible, and establish a forward base on the outskirts of Nazjatar!"

"yes!"

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