Where is this?
Am I dead?
Vashj was in a daze. She felt as if she was in a world of silence.
There was no sound of the wind, no chirping of insects, and neither was there the familiar sound of running water or the feeling of flowing water.
She was not on the ground, nor was she in the deep water.
At this moment, there was a voice in her heart that was extremely clear and certain.
It was the voice of hope.
"Celia … Celia … Celia …"
This voice was incomparably indistinct and distant. It was as if the last call was already ten thousand years ago in the ancient times.
It was so long ago that she could not remember it.
But in the past ten thousand years, every time she woke up from nightmares, it was this voice that comforted her — the voice that she recognized as her true master.
That was because she made a wrong choice and was abandoned.
It was not a true abandonment.
It was all because of the [Ultimate Transformation Spell] left by her master!
I've had enough of the Queen's self-hatred, enough of her bossy attitude.
Two months after falling into the deep sea, she left Azshara City with some of her compatriots who had lost faith in the Queen …
Every time her compatriots fell into a deep sleep and no one spied on her, she would take off all her clothes and stand in front of the mirror, admiring her unique body.
It didn't have that disgusting long snake tail.
There were no scales glowing with an ominous green light.
There were no sharp and vicious claws.
There were no deformed and horrifying six arms.
In the mirror, she was still as perfect as she was ten thousand years ago.
A pair of well-proportioned and fair long legs, a slender and enchanting waist, pink and alluring peaks, and a face that was like a work of art …
She once thought that Queen Azshara was the most beautiful existence in the world. Unfortunately, the Queen had succumbed to the Evil God under the fear of death and became a monster that even she hated.
"Only I … only I, Vashj, no, Celia … escaped this vicious curse …" Gently stroking her still perfect body, Vashj fell into some kind of fanatical narcissism.
"Great Master, my Lord, Mark Dooku, when will you appear? Take me away from this terrifying world? I swear, I will pledge my eternal loyalty to you. "
Vashj declared herself countless times.
Life under the sea was extremely terrifying. There were giant sea beasts that could not be imagined on the surface everywhere.
A lamp-like thing was often a bait organ used by a terrifying sea monster to seduce the Naga.
Vashj had personally seen no less than ten of her compatriots. Because they yearned for the light, yearned for the prosperity of the past, when they were on the verge of a mental breakdown, they directly threw themselves forward.
The light disappeared, leaving behind only the malevolent mouth of the sea beast with thousands of sharp teeth.
Fresh blood and minced meat floated along with the tide. Whether they were willing or not, they could taste their own kind in their cheeks.
The nauseating days, day after day, year after year.
It was impossible to survive in the deep sea in human form. If they wanted to survive, they could only use the [Ultimate Polymorph] to transform into their compatriots and fight with limited Nature Magic.
Because there was hope in her heart, Vashj, who originally didn't have outstanding aptitude, became even more outstanding.
Exterminate the sea beasts.
Enslaving the water elementals.
Subduing the Deep Sea Giant.
Unknowingly, a large group of Nagas had gathered around her. There were men and women. Every one of her subordinates saw her as their hope and their faith.
He suddenly smiled bitterly.
"My greatest hope is actually my master –" This sentence of infinite emotion never flowed out of her mouth.
"Celia … Celia …" The call of her former master would ring in her mind every night when she woke up, becoming her motivation to survive.
This voice encouraged her.
Because her master saw through fate and foresaw all of this in advance.
In her bewitched consciousness, this voice had become the majestic pulse of the river of fate. It led her through countless painful times, broke through the fate of certain death, and gave her the courage to lead more compatriots.
Yes!
This voice was still the embodiment of hope.
"Master … How can you do this to me?"
In a trance, she cried.
Huh? Am I not dead? Why can I still feel it?
In a daze, she suddenly felt as if someone was touching her body.
It was cold, but gentle, like a mother caressing her.
A mysterious power poured into her body, making her blood flow in her body again, driving away the cold evil, bringing warmth and hope.
The mysterious substance in her blood flowed faster and faster, to the point that she felt as if there were countless trains roaring in her body.
At this moment, her heart was extremely quiet, as if her soul had detached from her body, floating in the air, quietly watching the strange scene in front of her. There was a strange power circulating in her translucent body.
Ah! What is this?
The illusion of memories overlapped with the things in her vision, as if for a moment, she had passed through the shackles of time.
She saw Azshara City and the Twisted Nether being destroyed in an explosion ten thousand years ago.
She saw Stormwind City and the Alliance prospering in the hands of one person.
The replacement of the old and the new, the rise and fall of ten thousand years, all stemmed from the hands of one hero. He used the supreme mysterious power of the Bronze Dragon King, Nozdormu, to weave the fate of ten thousand years together.
The ancient war, the return of the Blaze.
Countless creatures threw themselves into it, but only he used his power, strategy, and courage to write the epic of fate that belonged only to him into the real history.
Therefore –
The greatest legendary hero in the history of Azeroth was born –
His name was Mark Dooku. No, that was his fake name.
His real name was Duke Marcus – the true master who gave her hope and future.
Ten thousand years of hardship had become the background. Vashj struggled to raise her head and open her eyes. She vaguely saw N 'Zoth jump out after her' death ', and also saw N' Zoth's plot thwarted once again.
At the end of the scene, she finally saw the figure that haunted her dreams once again.
When she saw Duque's gaze meet hers on the other side of the river of fate, she was so shocked that she could not control herself. She blurted out, "Master, so you never abandoned me?"
Vashj saw the confident smile on her master's face, as if he had the world and fate in his hands.
"Fool, you have given me your sincerity and loyalty. How can I let you die so easily?"
Master Duque's voice was like a morning bell, driving away the darkness and waking her up from her daze.
"I … I'm not dead?" Vashj struggled to sit up and was stunned to see Duque walking towards her.
"No! In order to atone for your sins, the previous you died. But now, I will grant you a new life! "
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