"I … I … I …" Even the quick-witted Vashj could not say anything in this situation. No matter what she said, it was a fact that joining the Burning Legion had destroyed the entire Kul 'Tiras. The most terrible thing was that Jaina Proudmoore was one of Duque's Divine Daughters!
Duque seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with her, "I value Jaina very much. She is one of the few mortals who has the opportunity to become a Demigod. Once I become a True God, she will be my follower. "
At this moment, Vashj's whole body was shaking like a sieve.
Since Jaina had a grudge against her, then the best way to solve the grudge was, of course, to sacrifice her, the little maid.
Was there a need to say it?
At this moment, Vashj really felt extremely bitter. She did not surrender on impulse. She had carefully studied Duque's actions.
The Alliance and the Horde had fought for so many years and had a blood feud with each other, but in order to fight against the Scourge Army and the Burning Legion, they joined forces. The Horde took in the Forgotten, who were regarded as taboo by the Alliance. The Alliance maintained silence and calmly accepted this fact. The Qiraji insect people swept through half of the Kalimdor Continent. The Alliance took in the Qiraji insect people, and the Horde did not even let out a fart.
Who knew that when she took all the Nagas to join Duque, Duque would actually say that he wanted to settle the score!?
For a moment, Vashj was really full of grief and indignation!
What was the difference between this and being attacked by a dog?
But she had no choice but to surrender at that time. Duque was already ready to take action himself. Even if Duque did not take action, her useless subordinates could not take down the Twin Tower Fortress, and if she continued to resist, she would definitely die at the hands of the Twin Emperors first.
At this moment, Vashj broke down.
For a moment, countless negative thoughts filled Vashj's mind. If she stubbornly resisted to the end, maybe she would not have to suffer such a humiliating defeat? Maybe her subordinates could succeed? Or maybe Illidan would be merciful and come to help her.
Her mind was full of messy thoughts.
More than one impulse emerged, urging her to make a last stand.
But in the end, the only thing that came out of those squirming red lips was a humiliating plea, "Master Duke … Do you really want your Celia to die?"
Duque turned his head and looked at the sky, bathing his face in the moonlight.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh. "Merit must be rewarded, mistakes must be investigated, and enmity must be avenged. This has always been my principle. As a leader, if the rewards and punishments were unclear, the people around him would naturally be divided. If you can't even lead the people around you, you can forget about leading the entire Alliance, or even the entire Azeroth. "
Vashj didn't say anything. She knelt down and slowly stretched out her trembling hands to grab the corner of Duque's clothes.
Duque did not dare to turn back to look at that beautiful face that was filled with despair and sorrow. He was afraid that his heart would soften.
In the end, he did not turn back.
"Merit will be rewarded, and mistakes will be investigated. I've given you a chance. It's up to you to see if you can grasp it. " With that, Duque suddenly pulled back his robe and disappeared in front of Vashj in a flash.
"Master …" Vashj hugged him fiercely, but what she hugged was only nothingness.
Her whole body froze. After a few seconds, she came back to her senses and suddenly laughed wildly. "Haha! Hahaha! Hahahahaha — my good master, your so-called chance is to let me die in the hands of your woman and let her vent her anger? Hahahaha! Great! You are so great! You are indeed the chosen king of the humans! Hahahahaha! "
It was an unbridled and desperate laughter.
It was the self-hatred of being abandoned after giving everything!
It was the wailing of being kicked into the endless abyss after thinking that she was saved!
After laughing and crying for a long time, Vashj came back to her senses and found herself surrounded.
To be precise, she was not surrounded.
A large group of people stood outside a powerful protective magic array. In the array, there was only her and Jaina Proudmoore.
This was clearly a magic version of a gladiator arena!
"Are you … here to kill me?" As soon as she asked, Vashj realized that her question was a bit redundant.
She did not recognize any of the people outside the magic array.
She was very familiar with the coat of arms on their chests — Kurtiras.
Needless to say, Jaina wanted to kill her enemy in front of all the higher-ups of Kurtiras. Selfless revenge in the face of national calamity?
What a joke!
She did not do it before because it was not time yet.
If she did not kill Vashj with her own hands, how could she appease the anger in her heart?
Not to mention her, even all the generals and ministers under her would be indignant.
Archimonde, who had tortured and killed the previous king, Dailin, was already hanging on Mount Hyjal, and the grass on his grave was three feet high. Even if the last blow was stabbed by Duque, Jaina, who had personally participated in the Archimonde crusade, had received the initial recognition of the people of Kurtiras.
As long as Jaina put an end to the death of the previous king and crown prince, it would be a perfect succession for the people of Kurtiras.
Jaina held the staff in her hand, and a cold frost aura suddenly erupted from her body like a blizzard, dyeing the entire balcony snow-white in a few seconds.
"Vashj! I, the current queen of Kurtiras, Jaina Proudmoore, am here to collect a blood debt from you for the death of my brother Thandred's family! "
What else could Vashj say?
Apart from extreme despair and indignation, she had nothing else to say.
In the next moment, she had already activated the [Ultimate Transformation Spell], turning into the ugly appearance that was hated by the world, and even by herself — a Naga with six arms and a snake tail!
The middle hand on her right crooked her index finger at Jaina. This gesture only meant one thing — come!
Jaina let out a soft shout, activating all the magic circuits in her body. The magic that she had cultivated over the past few years poured out at this moment …
This was definitely not a fair duel.
It was more like a one-sided massacre.
After leaving the water environment, the Naga's combat power would drop by at least 20% to 30%.
As the mistress of Karazhan, Jaina had authority second only to Duque.
The Wizard Tower was the domain of the wizards, and as the old demigod Medivh's inheritance, the Wizard Tower itself was already formidable enough. In addition, Karazhan was the core of the entire Azeroth Weave.
To start a battle in such a place, not to mention Vashj, who had reached the level of a demigod, even C 'Thun would probably kneel if he came here alone.
The intense battle with no suspense only lasted for 15 minutes. An ice greatsword condensed from the void and shot out like lightning, piercing through Vashj's chest and nailing her to the ground.
She did not beg for mercy, nor did she beg for mercy. In the end, Vashj only looked up at the soft moonlight in the sky with her unfocused eyes, and all that was left was confusion.
"Are you … satisfied?"
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