Duque said neutrally. "Dark energy extracted at the cost of life and destruction will undoubtedly hasten the arrival of Lord Sargeras."
"Then I have no objections." The Queen sighed as if she was bemoaning the state of the universe and the fate of mankind. She placed her hand on her chest. "Yes, I hope that when Sargeras comes, I can be the first to know. If I can't personally greet him here, I will be very regretful. "
"I also really hope to let you know in advance." Duque said without a trace. "Now, please leave, Queen. I have to open the portal."
The Queen bowed absentmindedly. Her eyes seemed to be completely immersed in the huge and psychedelic portal in front of her and the true meaning of the gods.
That's right, in Azshara's mind, she began to imagine the world she dreamed of.
An even greater planet. Every inch of land on the planet was her territory. There were no more eyesore ancient gods to stop her from extending her power. Everywhere, there were glorious monuments erected in her honor.
This planet would no longer be called Azeroth like people were used to. No, it should be called Azshara.
For the Queen's hometown, this was such a fitting name.
Azshara … She said it to herself twice, and she was intoxicated by it.
She should have made this change a long time ago, but it did not matter now. Besides, she had an even more attractive idea. Indeed, her face was exceptionally perfect. It was the symbol of her people. But there was something more glorious and greater … Soon, he would come.
His name was Sargeras.
She whispered, "Sargeras … God Sargeras …"
A smile that was almost childlike flashed across her face. "His partner, Azshara …"
Accompanied by the almost crazed whisper, the tall and slender figure disappeared from the gate.
Duque was speechless.
Crazy woman!
If I tell you that Sargeras does not like you at all, will you kill yourself in anger?
In recorded history, Sargeras had only f * cked one woman — yes! Ten thousand years later, when he possessed Medivh, he f * cked the standard green-faced, fanged Garona, and gave birth to a monkey called Medan. Oh, a mixed-blood.
Do you have measurements of 60, 50, and 60?
Do you have green skin?
Do you have hideous little fangs?
No!?
I'm sorry, but you're not qualified!
Duque let out a long sigh in his heart. He fully activated his Best Actor power and announced loudly in front of the Eredar Twins and the other Void Dukes with a mocking expression, "Open — the door —"
Following Duque's announcement, the four gates of Azshara's inner city finally opened slowly. The elves outside the door all crowded forward like a surging flood. They were certain that Queen Azshara would eventually answer their pleas.
However, the one who appeared in the palace wasn't an empress, a minister, or a ceremonial official. It wasn't something that the Night Elves had seen before either. Instead, it was the Burning Legion, a demon army that represented death and destruction!
A four-legged creature with strong, canine-like limbs, bright red skin with black spots, long white bull horns, and two sharp black whip-like tentacles — this was the infamous Hellhound of the Burning Legion, even in the next ten thousand years, to the mages!
Looking at the Hell Hounds that formed a huge carpet behind the inner city gates, the Night Elves who were about to charge forward let out sharp shrieks.
The tragedy officially unfolded at this moment.
The elves at the front retreated, and the elves at the back who had become reckless due to their magic addiction surged forward crazily. When a few elves at the front tried to cast magic, their spellcasting ability was temporarily sealed by the Hellhound's [Spell Block], and their end was inevitable …
At three o 'clock in the morning, the first victim of a demon on Planet Azeroth was born!
The Hellhound easily used its huge horns to break open the stomach of the unlucky fellow. Then, with its mouth that was as sharp as a bird's beak but filled with sharp teeth, it tore out the long intestines in the elf's stomach.
"Ahhh —"
The heart-wrenching screams instantly ignited the panic of the people.
They only wanted to see Queen Azshara and vent their dissatisfaction and resentment for losing the magic of the Well of Eternity. They never thought that they would be greeted with such an inhumane massacre.
Tens of thousands of elven magic addicts were drowned by the even more terrifying Hellhound tide within minutes.
Tons of fresh blood gathered at high speed and filled the entire moat of Azshara's inner city.
Mannoroth's huge figure appeared at the city gate that was slightly narrow for him. He swung his double-headed sword that weighed several tons and burst into the most joyous laughter since he descended. "Hahaha! Go! My little bastards! Massacre — Destruction — Tonight is the Burning Legion's feast of death! Hahahahaha — "
Beside him was the Hound King Hakkar, who had been bestowed with power and had advanced to a low-level Lord.
Hakkar's body was covered in light and shadows, and the space around him rippled like water. Countless Hellhounds were leaping out of this special portal for Hellhounds, allowing even more Hellhounds to directly arrive from the distorted void to participate in this massacre.
Not only low-level demons like the Hellhounds and Demon Guards, but even the Lords of the Abyss under Mannoroth had entered.
Those massive war machines that looked like dragons turned into bulldozers and smashed the tall and beautiful elven houses as easily as a pile of toy blocks.
The continuous rumbling sounds spread from near to far, all the way into the distance.
Azshara, which had always been a city that never slept, welcomed light after a short period of darkness. Unfortunately, this was the Light of Destruction.
Every fire represented the collapse of a thousand-year-old cultural relic house, symbolizing the death of a double-digit number of elves.
Krasus, riding a huge red dragon, was hovering outside Azshara City. He was dumbfounded as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"Impossible … Why didn't he stop this even though he knew that this would happen …" Krasus was a little confused. He could not understand why Duque did not stop this destruction, even though he knew that his goal in coming to the Ancient War was to protect history …
"Who is he? Krasus? "the huge Red Dragon asked.
Krasus did not know how to answer. Because any spoilers from him could very well affect the attitude of the dragons towards Duke ten thousand years later. In the end, he answered vaguely: "He is the leader of our alliance, a great being whose soul will not fall into the abyss even if he is cursed with the darkest of curses."
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