MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1807 33. Queen Azshara's patience is running out

   Chapter 1807 33. Queen Azshara's patience is running out

  While the fledgling Brothers Stormrage faced the demigod's questioning, in the Shadowsong ancestral house in Suramar City, a warm and beating fire ignited from the fireplace, and Miss Maiev stood up in disappointment and prepared to go back to the Temple of the Moon.

   It's been half an hour since the agreed story time, but she hasn't seen Mr. Black yet.

   There may be no stories to listen to tonight.

  Although I don't know why, I couldn't see the sound that could calm people's hearts to go to the appointment, which made Miss Maiev, who arrived on time, feel slightly disappointed.

  As the cloud of war in Suramar City is getting heavier and heavier, and I don’t know when it started, the story of this night seems to have become a necessary part of life.

   At least when Miss Maiev listened to the story, she could temporarily forget the tragic situation of the wounded who were continuously sent back to the city from the front line.

  Although city administrators have been proclaiming the superiority of the elven rebels, as healers in the rear, Maiev and her sisters can easily discern the increasingly brutal frontline situation from the number of wounded soldiers.

   I heard that the demon army was standing still on the Suramar Plain, but the brutal confrontation outside the battlefield never stopped.

   But just as Miss Maiev turned to leave with a heavy heart, as the shadow shook, that gentle voice sounded behind her.

   "Sorry, something happened, I'm late."

Blake patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and sat on the chair by the fireplace. In the peaceful atmosphere of this dark hall illuminated by the warm firelight, he took out a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses. Wei said:

   "As compensation, I'll tell you two stories tonight, about a pair of brothers and a girl they love together. It's a nice story."

   "Then can I make two wishes?"

  Miss Maiev looked back with a sly smile, which made the pirate laugh dumbly. He handed a glass of wine to the apprentice priest and said:

   "You are too greedy, this is not the virtue taught by the moon god.

   But I sense you are uneasy, maybe I can help you make a prophecy. You know, in addition to the story king, the handsome and successful pirate, and the moon **** and the mysterious time traveler, I'm also a good prophet. "

"OK."

   Maiev did not reject the offer.

   But she refused the fine wine that Black offered her. As a priest, she should not enjoy this addictive liquid, especially at this moment when the war was volatile.

  Time passed by, as if it was midnight in the blink of an eye, Blake stopped talking, poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, and looked back, Maiev was already asleep on the chair by the fireplace.

   She must be very tired.

  Although Blake didn't pay much attention to the situation in the city, he hardly had to guess to know that the Moon Temple in the city was definitely very busy these days.

   As the only healing profession that currently exists in the elven society, the pressure on the moon priests at this time of war can be imagined.

   Seeing Maiev sleeping so soundly, the pirate grinned strangely and fell asleep so calmly in front of a strange man, which probably proved that the young Miss Shadowsong had regarded Black as someone she could trust.

   This seems to fully prove Black's "charm". After all, he didn't use the power of the void to interfere with Maiev's thoughts. This is Miss Shadowsong's own choice.

   "Who else dares to say that I'm a man who doesn't understand style?"

  Black stood up, muttered a low voice, then picked up the blanket from the chair and put it on Maiev gently. He wanted to lean over and kiss the **** the cheek, but he didn't do it in the end.

   When dealing with innocent girls, there will be no good results if you act too hastily.

   But the embarrassing thing is that Maiev's sleep made the pirates idle again. As a void god, he no longer needs sleep to replenish his energy.

Now the brothers of Stormrage, Garrod and Ravencase, Huon Gaoling and other important figures are also advancing according to his ideas. In order to ensure that they are not discovered by the interested people in the other world, pirates must be in this era. Maintain a minimal intervention.

   "Would you like to go around Xin Azali?"

   Black thought so.

   But he quickly rejected the idea, the elven capital was now a den of demons, and there was Azshara and the polluters who had just passed through.

  Although I don’t worry about exposure, it would be meaningless if I just walked around and looked at the scenery in the past.

   Now is the early stage of the ancient war, and the war on all sides is only brewing. There is still some time before the arrival of Sargeras.

   Might as well accompany Maiev here.

  The scum pirate lay back on the chair without any psychological burden, and picked up a book of the elf empire's landscape and flipped through it, but after a few minutes, Blake felt an approaching atmosphere on the nearby street.

   "Another lady's meeting at night, I don't know if it's an illusion, but the woman's relationship with the Silent One has suddenly improved."

   He grinned, dodged and disappeared into the room, and when he reappeared, he was standing in the shadow of the approaching person like a ghost.

   "My dear Dean Lanyue, why are you running around without rest at night?"

  Black said softly to the hooded elf archmage in front of him:

   "Isn't the double stress of assisting Lord Ravencrest in military affairs during the day and doing magic exam papers at night to increase your knowledge still not draining your energy?

   We made an agreement when we separated last time. In order not to cause waves of fate, we should maintain a minimum contact. "

   "I'm here for something."

   Lady Elya Lanyue shook her head. She ignored the complaints of her mysterious disciple. On the quiet street at night, she turned back and said to Black:

   "I have been following your advice in this necessary war, but things have changed and I feel compelled to talk to you. About Suramar, about Elisande."

   "What happened to her?"

  Blake asked in surprise:

   "Does the Great Magister want to join the enemy? Given that she has already made a substantial hostility with Queen Azshara, she will not be so childish."

   "No one can guess Elisande's mind, but I found that she was definitely planning something in the dark."

   Dean Lanyue said very seriously:

   "The two suggestions she made to Ravencrest seem to be normal on the surface, but I found some clues today when I found time to go to the main body of the Nightwell that has been advanced to the final stage.

  Some of the magic runes aren't quite right, Black.

   Elisande said that she wanted to set Suramar as the logistical base of the rebel army, but she kept it, and the Grand Magister left some 'back doors' in the Nightwell.

   As long as she wants, she can use the powerful magic of the Nightwell to completely block the city.

   This worries me, maybe Elisande and we are not on the same page, she is only forced to stand with us against Azshara's tyranny because of the current situation.

   But whenever there is a chance, she will withdraw from this war, and she is fighting the idea of ​​​​snipe and clam. To be honest, I'm not very relieved to put our way of retreat into the hands of such a person. "

   Having said that, the young Dean Blue Moon glanced at Black, and she said:

   "I haven't told Ravencrest about this. After all, I have no evidence in my hands. My reason tells me that I'd better talk to you, maybe I can get an answer from you."

   "I am honored to be so trusted by you, my dear Dean."

  Black grinned and said to the worried Dean Blue Moon:

   "But my opinion on this matter is to let her go, remember the prophecy I gave you on the night of Azsuna's destruction? The key to this war is not winning, but time.

  You participated in the previous battle at the Great Temple, and you saw the power of the Burning Legion with your own eyes. A wise spellcaster like you wouldn’t really think that our odds of winning will get better after the war is prolonged, right?

  Suramar is only where the war begins, but the city is not where the disaster ends.

  Whether we like it or not, we will go to Zin Azsari to face the originator of all disasters, the proud Queen Azshara who sits on the throne.

   Your personal feud with her, my personal feud with her, and how to destroy the portal on the Well of Eternity and shatter her dark fantasies are all things that can only be done in that city. "

  The pirate reached out and patted the Dean on the shoulder, and he whispered to comfort:

   "As for Suramar, this city has its own destiny, just like each of us has our own destiny, there is no need to interfere or force it.

  You can distrust Elisande's character, but you must believe in her cunning. Before the victory of the Suramar War, the Grand Magister will firmly support Lord Ravencrest.

   She knows very well what conditions are needed to achieve the situation of snipe and clam competition. Before the turning point, she will be our firmest ally.

   As for the victory, let her go.

  At least I never expect an ambitious grand magus to give his loyalty to someone completely.

   That's not realistic. "

   "So, the crux of the matter is the Well of Eternity."

   Dean Lanyue narrowed his eyes.

   The thick dark circles under her crystal glasses indicate that she has not had a good rest these days, but the indifference lingering around this lady at this time represents the burning anger in her heart.

   She glanced at Blake and said:

   "We're ultimately going to destroy that magic well that brought prosperity to the elven empire, right?"

   "You are such a wise lady."

  The pirate said in a subtle tone:

   "The breach of the Well of Eternity will cause a cataclysm, which will be the twilight of the Empire, but if it is necessary to prevent a mad king from dedicating the world to the dark gods, we must make up our minds."

   "I look forward to that day, my future disciple."

  Ms. Lanyue’s worries were eased, she let out a long breath, clenched her fists in the long sleeves of the robe, and said:

   "Azshara ruthlessly destroyed what I loved, she took my hope and tormented me, and I will crush her ambition and let her **** pain.

  Thank you, Blake.

  Thank you for giving me a chance to be an Avenger. "

   "Protect Ravencrest High Lord, my mentor."

  Black reminded:

   "Once we are lucky enough to win the battle of Suramar, then Lord Ravencrest, the leader of the rebel army, will definitely become a thorn in Queen Azshara's eyes.

   She will do whatever it takes to kill the leader of the rebels.

   That would be a terrible catastrophe for the coalition forces. "

   "I will, Blake, my disciple."

   Dean Lanyue nodded and said:

   "I'll do my best to do anything that makes Azshara miserable, not to mention Ravencrest is my old friend, I won't sit back and watch him get hurt by conspirators.

  I think this is probably why you rescued me from the fate of death, I have my responsibilities to take on. "

   "Well, yes, that's what I thought, Master."

  Blake blinked, grinned, and said:

   "It's late at night, it's time for you to take a good rest, of course, I hope you have brought the magic papers you have completed these two days, we can take a moment to check your progress.

   After all, to the caster, knowledge is our power. "

   "I brought it."

   Dean Lanyue shrugged and took out a stack of thick test papers from her luggage. She pushed on her glasses and said:

   "I still have a few questions that I don't understand very well. Maybe you need to take a little time to explain these obscure and novel magic theories for me."

   "Of course, of course, as you can see, I'm free."

  The pirate sighed and said:

   "In an age where many things are destined to happen and I can only fine-tune how things are going, as a prophet, I have plenty of time to answer your questions.

   So, let's look at this question.

   Regarding the use of pure magic power in an ionic state in the state of time acceleration, to understand this theory, you must first master time acceleration magic.

   I remember that I parsed this magic spell model to you in a dream the day before yesterday. "

   "I've mastered this spell, but I'm not very proficient yet. Do I need to demonstrate it to you again and then let you point out my mistakes?"

   "Well, yes, let's find a safe place first, mentor, lest the magic power get out of control and blow up the whole street. I can adjust your mental state for you by the way.

  You look terrible and look very tired.

  You need to rest, even if it's just a few minutes of light sleep. "

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   "Well, the Well of Eternity! The power of shocking hearts."

In the splendid court of Zin Azsali, Archimonde the Defiler, who had just crossed the fel portal to Azeroth, was standing on the edge of the Well of Eternity. Arm, as if to embrace this miracle of energy bursting from the heart of the world in front of him.

The Defiler marveled at the rare and supreme being among the stars in front of him, and behind him, a large swathe of eredar wizards took over for the already exhausted Highborne spellcasters and continued to expand the energy supply supplied by the Well of Eternity. The gate of the devil, it continues to expand in the material world, forming a huge rotating reflection like a hill.

   "The supreme master is approaching this world, he wants to see a star soul that completely surrenders, we must achieve this great victory for him!

   Work harder, you trash!

   Expand the portal and throw the master's legion into the world. "

   The big blue man scolded the eredar wizards under his command, and its roar made the entire Xin Azali tremble, and the bony upper elves also showed fear in the surrender of all demons.

  As spellcasters, they have never seen such a powerful alien creature as the Defiler, and the supreme power possessed by the great demon seems to represent the generosity and majesty of the Lord of the Legion.

   This made many high-level elves who had completely surrendered to show eager anticipation, but also made many nobles in the palace watching this scene worried.

   However, the master of this gorgeous palace did not care about the arrival of the great demon.

On the high dome of the elven court, Queen Azshara still leans on her chariot in a graceful and relaxed posture, and this arrogant ruler with unparalleled manners does not even bother to focus on Archimonde. .

   She just stared at the growing portal in front of her, her amber eyes could see the flaming figure of the stalwart from the reflections of the swirling stars.

   She could feel the power of the dark gods, which fascinated her deeply.

However, before meeting the God of Darkness, the queen also had her own troubles. She looked at the demons walking around, put the golden goblet in the hand of the maid next to her, got up and walked to the edge of the platform, and said to Archimonde :

   "Defiler, your master has promised to make this world a perfect paradise for the Highborne, and you and your fellow demons have declared that there is no one in this world that can resist the power of the Legion.

   But unfortunately, you got a defeat.

  My unwise subjects slammed your vanguard, which frankly disappointed me. If this is the power of the 'Invincible' Legion, then perhaps I should reconsider working with you. "

   The arrogant queen snorted disdainfully, she looked at Archimonde, and said in a frivolous and majestic tone:

   "Come on, convince me, polluter, convince me to keep supporting your demons roaming my land, if you can't do what you promised

   I don't mind doing it myself. "

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