Sitting on the throne in the Forbidden Palace, Azshara's face lost all its color.
"It's over …" she murmured, "Everything is over …"
Azshara's maids screamed wildly around her. The queen held an empty wine glass in her hand, unwilling to believe what had happened. She was Azshara, the brightest light. She was the light, and the light was her! She was her, the supreme ruler of her people!
Even though she knew that destruction was right in front of her, she still stubbornly told herself that she would never allow such a thing to happen!
Sargeras refused to marry her.
She was just a pitiful creature that was abandoned after being used.
Perhaps many of her followers saw this humiliating scene, but she still didn't want to admit to them that she was wrong.
She abandoned her people, and in the end, she was abandoned by the 'God' that she worshiped.
How ironic was this!?
How bitter was this!?
The rumbling sound of destruction grew louder and louder. The palace, which had sunk to the bottom of the water, began to be shrouded in darkness. Even the night elves' dark vision couldn't see through it.
The only light in the palace came from the violent power of the Well of Eternity. The dark lake water began to surge into the palace, washing away her two maids. The maids let out shrill screams and quickly disappeared into the lake water.
"I am Azshara!"
The queen muttered in her heart, her expression still cold. She cast a spell, and a magic shield suddenly appeared around her and the living maid beside her.
"My wish is the highest!"
She used her powerful magic to block the lake water, but as the water got deeper, the pressure on the magic shield increased. Azshara's brows furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. This was the first time in her life that she had sweated.
At this moment … the familiar and disgusted voice in the darkness whispered to her.
"We … have a way … to make you stronger … stronger than before … We can help you …"
The queen wasn't stupid at all.
Especially when a woman had just woken up from a dream of love, this woman was definitely at the smartest moment of her life.
She knew that her shield wouldn't last long. Soon, the cold water would swallow her and her followers, and the glory of Azshara City would disappear from this world forever.
The silver-haired elf queen nodded.
"Ah!" Accompanied by a scream, the glass fell from her hand. Pain shot through her body. She felt her limbs twisting and entwining. She could also feel her back turning into liquid, as if it had suddenly melted.
Her magic shield was obliterated.
Azshara screamed in despair as she was drowned by the lake water. She could also hear other people's voices coming from the depths of the lake … Her maids, her guards, and other Highborne Elves who still served her.
The lake water quickly filled her lungs, but she did not drown.
Riding Alexstrassa, Duque watched from the sidelines as the city that symbolized the highest arcane civilization of the night elves was sucked into the center of the giant whirlpool.
Duque didn't know whether he was following history or changing it. For a moment, he even had the mischievous thought that if Azshara City could be blown into pieces before it sank to the bottom, a new masterpiece would be born.
Unfortunately, since he dared to attract the ancient gods and even used Queen Azshara to trick Sargeras, then the ancient gods that joined him, such as Enzos, would definitely not let Queen Azshara and her followers go.
It was very likely that after a few centuries, a new horror would be born under the sea.
Duque shifted his gaze away from the center of the Well of Eternity. Witnessing the standard world-shattering disaster quickly dissipate in all directions, Lin Feng's eyes widened in shock.
Large pieces of land on the ancient Kalimdor continent were still being pulled into the lake, and the power of the horrifying scene didn't diminish at all. It looked like a domino effect. The land kept falling, and the horizon kept expanding.
The only fortunate thing was that because the Burning Legion was massacring with Azshara City as the center, all the creatures in the vicinity had basically run away. Otherwise, it would have been another large-scale massacre, and Duque might have felt a little guilty.
What a pity!
Mountains were uprooted one after another. Large tracts of land split open in the raging whirlpool, and then disappeared into the center of the whirlpool.
Sitting on the Red Dragon Queen and looking down, Duque saw the land where the elves lived disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye. No power could withstand the destructive impact of the Well of Eternity.
Perhaps to nature, even the bloody massacre of the Burning Legion was nothing … After all, what the Burning Legion did couldn't compare to what was happening now.
Beyond his reach, the wheel of history still followed its inherent inertia and continued to move forward.
Without the influence of external forces, everything was inevitable!
A red dragon approached his queen at high speed. Rhonin sat on a red dragon and waved his arms vigorously. Seeing that his master was safe and sound, he was very excited.
"Du … Master Kang!"
Rhonin, who was still very innocent, almost let it slip. Duque rolled his eyes at him.
A few more dragons came over.
Grom clearly saw Duque, and then …
"Hmph!" He snorted and turned his head away.
No one knew if he was sulking because he couldn't repay the favor, or if it was something else.
Krasus also came with a smile.
On the other hand, Vanessa, the maid with a belly full of evil tricks, didn't say anything, but when Duke looked at her. This bad maid, who often challenged her master in all sorts of ways, looked at Tyrande in Duque's arms. Her face was full of mockery, and she actually mouthed a few words to Duque — Bird! Beast! Male! Baron!
No, no, no!
The wind must be too strong, and my eyes must be playing tricks on me.
Confess and be lenient, and you'll spend the rest of your life in prison.
As an honest and reliable young master, how could Du Moke admit to such a thing?
It must be an illusion!
This is definitely the world's fault!
Hahahaha!
In the distance, the outline of Mount Hyjal appeared on the horizon.
Looking down from the sky, Duque could see the main force of the Night Elves moving toward Mount Hyjal. Their blue-purple figures were easy to recognize.
Behind them, the waves of destruction were still far behind them, seemingly chasing them closely.
Tyrande suddenly became nervous. She asked Duque, "My compatriots … will they escape?"
Duque looked at the ground, and the system elf quickly compared the surrounding environment with the geography of ten thousand years in the future.
If he didn't make a mistake, this would already be the territory of Durotar in the future.
Fraud Duque was very sure, "It's okay, the disaster won't reach here."
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