Was it another black and white issue?
Duque had a slightly strange expression on his face. "That's not important! If he refuses to participate in the war against Nesario, then make him hand over part of his water elemental authority to Vashj! Let Vashj fight in his place! I think if he was rescued from a desperate situation, he would be very happy to do so … "
When Duque said this, all the members of the Storm Naga clan understood.
They could not let the Tidehunters kneel, but if this coward refused to work, then they would squeeze him dry.
Vashj swayed her snake tail and came in front of Duque. She crossed her three pairs of arms in front of her chest and bowed. "My master, Vashj will obey your orders."
Duque did not say much, and Vashj also understood what Duque meant. Anyway, as long as Neptulon was not beaten into a dog, Vashj did not have to do anything.
Duque pressed his hands on Vashj's shoulders, and Vashj's body suddenly trembled.
After following Duque for so long, she of course knew that Duque did not like non-humanoid monsters. She was also disgusted with her Naga form. But she had no choice. If she did not appear in the form of a Naga, it would be difficult to convince the Nagas and sea monsters under her.
Duque rarely touched her body in the Naga form.
Duque was willing to press her slippery, scaly shoulders, largely because of what he was about to say next. "I'm going back to Vashj … Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." The only part of Vashj's body that did not turn back into a Naga was her head. Her smooth white face leaned down and pressed against the back of Duque's right hand. She intimately rubbed it a few times. "I am both Vashj and Master's Celaia. Both of them are me. And it is because of Master that I did not go crazy during those long dark times … "
With the destruction of the Well of Eternity, the city of the High Elves, Vaschir, sank into the sea. Elven Queen Azshara and her High Elven followers could not escape this catastrophe. Although they escaped death, the price of their lives was N 'Zoth turning them into terrifying Naga Sirens.
Now, time had washed away the history of the High Elves. Many people had already forgotten this painful lesson.
But Vashj was definitely an exception.
Back then, the lord of Vasjir's city had been her mother, Lysariel Vasjir. Because of her mother, she was able to enter the Azshara Palace and serve Queen Azshara, becoming the Queen's maid.
After Vasjir sank to the bottom of the sea with Azshara City, Vasjir had been Vasjir's territory for the past ten thousand years. Until she led the Naga of her clan to seek refuge with Illidan.
This time, following the Great Cataclysm, the Water Elemental Plane and Azeroth's greatest overlap was Vasjir. This caused the Water Elemental in Vasjir to riot and produce a terrifying resonance. It passed through the abyss of the sea and reverberated throughout the World of Azeroth for a long time.
To solve the problem of Vasjir, there was no one more suitable than Vasjir and her Storm Naga. Perhaps there had been other Naga clans who did not have eyes and came to take over, but as a demigod, everything would be easily solved.
Through the almost non-existent Plane Barrier near Vasjir, they could reach the Throat of the Abyss.
The Throat of the Abyss was an ocean located in the Elemental Plane. It was the source of all Water Elemental and the territory of the Water Elemental Lord, Neptulon. It was constantly brewing and using waves and storms to attack the land that was surrounded by it. Normally, unless mortals relied on special methods, they would not be able to get close to this godforsaken place.
The Naga were originally aquatic creatures, but it was different.
Without a doubt, this was their backyard.
Duque sent the Storm Naga there, so it was safe.
"Celaika, remember safety first."
"Yes!"
After saying goodbye softly, thousands of Naga and Murlocs jumped into the water under Vasjir's lead. The entire sea was filled with bubbles from the rapid diving of these aquatic creatures.
Ten minutes later, the entire island suddenly became empty.
That was not entirely true.
At least, the Murloc Prophet Mogor had stayed.
As the leader of hundreds of thousands of Murlocs, he was already Vasjir's other deputy, and his position was only below the Deepwater Lord, Karathress.
"Look after Lordamir Lake!"
"Understood! My Master! "Mogor bowed deeply to Duque.
A day later, in the deep sea northwest of Stormwind City.
A huge army arrived at Vasjir.
Vasjir swayed her snake tail and came to a seemingly ordinary high platform. She raised her hand and gently wiped off the thick moss on a stone tablet.
If not for her actions, anyone would think that this stone tablet was an ordinary deep sea stone.
When she finished wiping the stone tablet, she was shocked to see that the stone tablet was written in the High Elven language.
[This tablet commemorates the benevolent leader, our beloved Lady Lyssarel Vasjir. For a hundred years, she has guided the people of the Glimmering City, Vasjir, into an era of endless prosperity. May she and her daughter, the dazzling Lady Vasjir, continue to illuminate the way forward for our people in the darkness for the next hundred years.]
Vasjir seemed to be muttering to herself. It was the Naga's special sound wave language underwater, "My Master … The one who truly illuminates the way forward in the darkness is you, not me. And … Vasjir is my surname, not my name! My name … Forget it, from the day you saved me, I am Vasjir Ubitiria Vasjir. "
Vasjir smiled gracefully, and then there was no trace of a smile on her face.
She raised her trident high and pointed it forward. "Storm Naga! Attack – Destroy all who resist! "
The queen's clear voice spread throughout the dark underwater world.
Beside her, Karathress, who was even more burly, raised his weapon, "Attack – Destroy all who resist! Tell those thieves who is Vasjir's master! "
"Attack –" Thousands of voices responded. They converged into one, and then turned into an incomparably huge war machine, beginning to rush into every corner of the underwater city of Vasjir.
The surrounding water constantly fluctuated greatly. With the scouring of the underwater turbulence, there were red waves everywhere.
Vasjir was like this. Just like her current position, she did not participate in the battle.
She stood on the triangular roof of the tallest temple in this underwater city, ostentatiously displaying her divine power fluctuations.
She was declaring her ownership of this underwater city, and also longing for a challenger with enough weight to appear.
Unfortunately, there was none.
The one who occupied this place was merely a second-rate Naga clan. She did not even need to do anything. Yuslar had already swallowed the guy whose name it did not even know into its stomach.
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