It sounded exaggerated, but when one thought about it carefully, it made sense.
The stubborn High Elves attracted the Burning Legion in pursuit of greater power, and they called Sargeras "God" and "Creator" over and over again. They longed for self-evolution, longed for more power and power, but what did they get in the end?
Apart from the most fanatical ones who followed Sargeras to become Satyrs.
The remaining High Elves were actually feeling uneasy and afraid. If it wasn't for Duque temporarily comforting them with the demonic crystals after Archimonde's arrival. Perhaps guys like Dathrema would have split up earlier.
In the original history, Queen Azshara had always foolishly believed, or perhaps hypnotized herself, that as long as Sargeras married her, everything would become perfect.
In this way, she and her followers would be able to bear the consequences of the destruction of their country and territory. After all, if she became the mistress of the Burning Legion, she and the High Elves would obviously gain more.
Unfortunately, this beautiful fantasy was mercilessly pierced by the cruel reality.
None of the lords of the Burning Legion took the High Elves seriously. If it wasn't for Duque, the lords would even cruelly exploit them, making them work day and night to open the portal.
In a sense, the relatively gentle Duque had become the last spiritual harbor of the Queen and the High Elves.
It was a certain traitor with bad intentions who told the Queen the truth — the legion would not look up to a weak race like the High Elves. Either they were more powerful than Eredar in magic, or they were comparable to the Lord of the Abyss in close combat.
Since Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon 15,000 years before this point in time, and formed the Burning Legion to dominate the universe, it had been 15,000 years of history, and all kinds of powerful creatures had found their place in the legion.
Basically, there was not much hope for promotion. Only people like Duque who fought his way out could be promoted to a higher position. Just by selling beauty and a planet, she wanted to become Sargeras' wife, what a joke.
Of course, Duque didn't tell the Queen directly. He leaked it to Celia when he was bored, like a slip of the tongue.
Celia used to be the Empress's maid. She was here to bribe Duque and was also the Empress's spy.
Duque was not worried that his words would not reach the Queen's ears.
Duque was not afraid that the Gemini would find out and tell on him. After 15,000 years of continuous victories, the entire army was filled with absolute arrogance. Even the Gemini believed that the moment Archimonde arrived, the outcome had been decided.
No one cared about the feelings of the High Elves and treated them like pebbles that could be found on the side of the road. Only the Highborne Elves thought that they were gems or something.
Because what Duque had revealed was the truth, Queen could no longer deceive herself.
She chose to stand up. Even if she had to threaten or make a deal to force Sargeras to marry her, she wanted to complete this political marriage.
Of course, Duque was not the only one who made Queen Azshara step forward. Duque used the System Elf's scan to find a well-hidden cultist among the High Elves.
Hehe!
When it came to unscrupulous brainwashing, there was really no one better than that one!
In the end, under the instigation of that one, Queen Azshara activated the inherent magic formation in the forbidden palace at such a perfect time and began to force Sargeras to abdicate.
Wishes were beautiful, but reality was cruel.
Who was Sargeras?
Just because of a disagreement, he flipped over his boss's car and ran off to work alone. Then, as if he had too much on drugs, he casually killed hundreds of millions of creatures every few days.
It seemed that such an existence would bow down to a mere Elf?
Then where would King Sargeras put his face in the future?
Moreover, Azshara was not a beautiful orc with sexy fangs in her mouth. Her chest was as big as a coconut, her waist as thick as a bucket, and her butt was as hard as a rock!
No way!
Of course not!
President Sargeras swore to die. His earth-shattering roar resounded throughout the world, even the thick black clouds in the sky were shaken away. "What a joke! No one! No one has ever threatened me — Lord of the Burning Legion! Demon King Sargeras — not in the past, not now! Not in the future! Insignificant worm Azshara, are you ready to pay the price for offending me? "
"Haha!
"Hahahaha!
"Hahahahaha —"
Azshara laughed. Her staccato laughter gradually became maniacal. Everyone who heard Azshara's laughter could feel the ominous and hopeless tone in her voice.
Far away in the Twisting Nether, Tyrande couldn't help but hug Duque's waist tightly …
On the other side, Azshara had indeed fallen into some kind of extreme hysteria.
"Hahaha! Sargeras, for you — I am willing to go against the entire world! Now, all the gods and demigods in the heavens, as well as my people, want to tear me into pieces! You actually dare to tell me that I am threatening you by asking you to marry me!? Hahaha! Hahahaha! "
Actually, President Sargeras was also very bitter! Who knew that you, a nuisance queen, would marry him without even seeing him! The so-called sweetness, the so-called endless glory, were all things that you, Azshara, never agreed to.
President Sargeras was also furious. His main body was still outside the spatial barrier, and he angrily tore at the spatial barrier while cursing, "Azshara! Just you wait, after I enter this world, the first thing I will destroy is you and your powerless and arrogant people! "
"Sargeras! I won't give you this chance! "Azshara picked up the [Demon's Soul] that Guard Captain Varosen had handed over and raised it high.
The next moment, as Azshara chanted a mysterious and evil spell, everyone realized that something was wrong.
"This is …" Malfurion's whole body trembled.
This was not any language that existed in the world. Tracing back, it could be traced back to the even crazier Dark Empire period. That was the terrifying era when the Kalimdor Continent was ruled by the believers of several ancient gods and Elemental Lords.
Out of nowhere, a few consciousnesses descended.
"Yes! Yes! That's it! "
"Well done! Azshara, you will receive a reward. "
"This continent will be destroyed, we will be free, and a new order will be established on the ruins. You will become the unique queen of this planet!"
Malfurion's face turned green. "Not good! It's the few ancient gods of N 'Zoth. "
With the ancient gods in hand, it was definitely not a good thing.
No one had thought that the crazy ancient gods would actually want to blow up Kalimdor so that they could escape the cage left behind by the Creation Titans!?
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