Stormwind Wizard God Chapter 961: Fortress

This kind of strong acid attack cannot be blocked at all.

Several escort ships that had lowered their altitude to protect the fortress were in trouble.

One of the ships was hit directly by the acid. The magic shield, which was not very strong to begin with, only resisted the acid attack for less than a second before emitting a dazzling blue light and shattered.

The strong acid that could easily dissolve even steel hit the side of the ship. At first, the 40-ter-long frigate could barely maintain its shape. A few seconds later, like ice cream placed in a high-temperature oven, the more than 100 people on the ship, along with the hull, turned into green sticky matter and decomposed and fell in the air. After falling to the ground, it also dissolved pieces of the ground, making a terrible "sizzling" sound.

The other frigates that were hit were not much better. The explosion of their magic shields was inevitable, and most of their cabins were completely destroyed.

The only good thing is that the corrosiveness of Ghazan’s acid is always limited, and it will basically stop corroding within a few ters.

Ghazan twisted his two remaining heads frantically, trying to bite any enemies within the attack range.

This is its final madness,

In the sky, a flying dragon flew over Ghazan’s head. The one riding the dragon was Zuluhed, the forr chieftain of the Dragonmaw Clan. Now... it seed... he was also a death knight.

Standardly speaking, he was actually a Forsaken warrior. Since he fought by riding a dragon during his lifeti, he could only beco a low-level dragon rider after his death. (The Wyrmrest Temple refuses to recognize the subspecies of the wyvern as a dragon.)

"Ready! Jump--" Zuluhed had just finished shouting when Orgrim, who had been sitting on the dragon’s back, jumped down imdiately, performing a show of ’justice from heaven’!

There’s no way, Grom Hellscream has retired.

Although the Horde has many heroes, it is an indisputable fact that it lacks an attacker.

Originally, Thrall had the qualifications, but he is the Warchief!

It could only be Orgrim who did it.

The long snake-like neck kept twisting, and Ghazan, whose head was nailed to the head, didn’t notice the threat falling from the sky at all.

"Hah!" The first one to jump down was Orgrim. He did a front flip in the air and finally perfectly concentrated all the impact force on the hamr head.

This Thornet Warhamr is a good item from the Temple of Ahn’Qiraj, with a standard hexagonal hamr head, which feels more similar to the Doomhamr he is used to. Although he had a Frosted Warhamr dropped by Ossirian before, the items from the Temple of Ahn’Qiraj are slightly better than those from the Ruins of Ahn’Qiraj, and the Frosted Warhamr is a one-handed hamr, while this one is a two-handed one.

Can the power be compared?

The second one to jump down was Zuluhed, holding an Anubisath Hamr. This one-handed hamr was more suitable for him since he often needed to ride a mount.

The two tribal heroes descended one after the other, and because the target’s head was at a different height, they hit the target perfectly at the sa ti.

Because they were too synchronized, it sounded like a "boom", and along with the loud noise, two snake heads exploded instantly. The hamr that fell from the sky directly blew up the remaining two heads of Ghazan, which also ant that another forward monster on the Naga side had died.

Without the interference of these impact monsters, mages like Anasterian, who are more suitable to serve as turrets, can feel more at ease.

Without Jaina and Duke, he is the undisputed number one mage in the Allied forces.

The largest magic amplification tower in the fortress naturally belonged to him. A spell was uttered, and the entire magic tower emitted a strange light, and the magic arrays filled with elf-style arc patterns on it gradually beca brighter.

On the highest level, a magic circle expanded, beyond the area of ​​the tower itself, spreading into the void.

Then, as the magic circle unfolded, three smaller magic circles in a triangle were unfolded next to it, and then twelve huge fireballs appeared in the air one by one. These twelve fireballs were like the twelve o’clock position of a clock, forming a standard circle outside the magic tower.

Then ca the continuous and crazy blows that seed like a punishnt from heaven.

Every second, hundreds of millstone-sized fireballs split from the twelve huge fireballs and exploded towards the Naga troops attacking the fortress.

Unlike the rough and inaccurate bombardnt of the air fleet, the Sun King’s fireballs were more precise, like sniper rifle shots, accurately hitting every Naga’s head.

The Allied heroes perford so well that so people with unclear minds might actually think that the Allies had the upper hand...

This is wrong.

The ruins of the Twin Towers are located in the very center of the swamp, and it is no exaggeration to say that this is the heart of Vashj’s lair.

If the Allies were to use airborne operations or defensive attacks, they could deploy no more than 2,000 ground forces.

However, Vashj could easily capture tens of thousands of murlocs as Cannon fodder here, and add more than ten thousand Nagas to overwhelm this small fortress.

What’s more, this ti, the Naga tribe’s flying snake army no longer held back, and the overwhelming flying snakes could be described as an all-round, three-dinsional attack.

The distinctive "bang bang" sound of the 40mm eight-barreled "bang bang" Cannon has never stopped since the beginning of the battle.

Although everyone knew that continuous firing would easily break down, no one dared to stop firing.

There are too many flying snakes.

Unlike the single charge from west to east, under the command of the leader, so of them climbed to a height of 500 ters outside the range of anti-aircraft guns and then dived down; so used the clouds as cover and attacked in a snake-like manner; so used the giant mushrooms unique to the swamp as cover and attacked from a detour.

The problem is that the Alliance’s early knockoff "Bang Bang" Cannon has a very short range, with an effective range of only 500 ters. Not only is it slightly shorter than the original 700-ter range, but it also damages the barrel.

The original was a two-pounder and had a special chanical design, especially suitable for long-term automatic firing. This knockoff version is actually a large-caliber shotgun, which is not the case at all. It is manually cranked, which often ans that the chanical accuracy and automation are seriously insufficient.

So ’bang bang’ Cannons would explode on their own if fired for too long without any enemy attack.

Of course, the dwarves were also ruthless people, knowing that the barrel would probably explode. The dwarf gunner, sitting on the gun mount between the four gun barrels on the left and right, wore two sets of armor and continued to fire. One set of leather armor inside and one set of plate armor outside. As for what would happen when the barrel exploded, it really depended on one’s luck.

Even though the anti-aircraft artillery fired so desperately, many flying ships were still hit by the high-density impact of the flying snakes.

At this mont, the two anti-aircraft guns of a destroyer accidentally exploded, and a gap imdiately appeared in the tight air defense network.

The flying snakes rushed forward, and even in just five seconds, the other gun positions had filled the gap.

But it was too late.

The extrely flexible flying snakes had already rushed onto the deck. Having already received instructions, they folded their slender wings and began to damage the destroyer’s propeller without hesitation.

Unlike the thick ship’s side deck, the propeller is still fragile even with a protective grille.

A flying snake that had been hit by multiple Cannons chose to die together with the enemy. Its entire body crashed into the propeller, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. However, the snake’s uniquely resilient body also entangled itself in the propeller, and the high-speed rotation of the blades stopped. In the blink of an eye, the entire destroyer lost its balance, sorsaulted continuously, and fell from mid-air into the hills in the distance.

Most of the soldiers who were thrown out of the destroyer did not get the happy ending of "falling to death". Before they fell to the ground, they were killed by flying snakes in mid-air. Under the sharp mouths of the snakes, only broken limbs and flesh fell to the ground.

On the other side, about a few seconds later, a bright ball of fire rose in the direction where the spacecraft was falling.

"Contract formation!" Brian gave orders nervously on the Black Pearl. He had to constantly adjust the positions of each warship according to the situation of the warships on the three-dinsional map.

The situation is still not optimistic. There are countless flying snakes in the sky and a surging army of aquatic creatures on the ground.

The entire Twin Tower Fortress is like a small boat in a tsunami, which may capsize and sink at any ti.

Brian cast his gaze to the east. On the far side of the horizon was the Dark Portal, the only passage for the expeditionary army to return ho. "Duke...you have to make a decision!"

In Karazhan, Duke looked at the battle situation in the magic mirror and suddenly sighed.

The Twin Emperors were indeed suppressing Vashj, and they had the upper hand in the elental realm. The problem was that this was not an overwhelming advantage.

The Demon King desperately drove the frost elent to freeze the surroundings to prevent the land battle from turning into an underwater battle. Vashj kept sabotaging, breaking the ice wall with violent ans by lightning strikes or calling on her big minions.

In the field of close combat, the Sword Emperor had to keep a distance from Vashj. Once the distance was too close, the Sword Emperor would be beaten by Vashj’s super high agility and speed.

"Alas!" With Duke’s sigh, the battle on the throne platform of the Serpent Temple ca to an abrupt end.

Because variables have erged.

"Alas!" Vashj also sighed secretly.

This kind of opportunity to hone your skills against a suitable opponent is very rare.

In this life, Vashj’s life trajectory is subtly different, perhaps because soone went back to the War of the Ancients to cause trouble.

First, before joining Illidan, he first joined Archimonde. Of course, in the eyes of Archimonde, the Naga tribe was just a barge or a ferry. Archimonde, who had destroyed thousands of planets, looked down on Vashj.

Following that damned Ake, not only did he work for nothing, he also got himself into trouble. After all, he lost a large number of his n when he landed in the Azshara area.

Then when Ner’zhul rebelled against the Burning Legion, Vashj, who had barely joined the Legion as a vassal, was directly sent by Kil’jaeden to join Illidan.

Then ca another defeat, with Illidan being beaten 20 tis by Arthas.

There was no choice but for Vashj to follow Illidan to Outland in disgrace.

It’s just that in this life Duke helped Kael’thas, and Kael’thas did not turn evil, but beca the savior of the Draenei. As a result, among Illidan’s direct subordinates, Vashj is the only one who is the most powerful, and she is almost certain to get a share of the spoils in the siege.

By chance, Vashj was promoted.

Although he is just a demigod who strengthens his own body and breaks through his own limits.

After ten thousand years of suffering, Vashj finally found a path to power, so she naturally cherished it very much.

Soon, she could not see the way forward again. Illidan could not help her in any way on the road to advancent.

In the past few years, they have been beating the Draenei one-sidedly, and they can’t find opponents of the sa level. Even if they want to imitate them, they can’t find anyone.

Illidan’s fel path is not sothing she can learn.

Fel energy is made by harvesting lives and souls. Everyone is harvesting, when Illidan, the boss, eats at, she, Vashj, is lucky to drink soup. The more powerful the power, the less likely it is for her to get it.

If you can’t improve yourself through simple plunder, what else can you do?

In her pursuit of power, she was completely lost.

It’s different now.

The Qiraji Twin Emperors are her best touchstone.

She vaguely saw another path in the other person, which had absolutely nothing to do with their previous master, C’Thun.

During the fight, she could only feel that she had to cooperate with sothing and resonate with it. Only by absorbing that thing could a more powerful force take root in her body.

It’s a very mysterious feeling.

Originally, Vashj wanted to experience more in battle.

Unfortunately, at this mont, the Twin Emperors suddenly retreated and stopped without any warning.

Vashj had to interrupt her journey of enlightennt and concentrate on dealing with the battle that might start at any ti.

The twin emperors stood with their hands hanging down. Vashj looked up at them, knowing that behind the two brother emperors was the will of the Demon Web demigod Edmund Duke, and that the demigod had obviously been watching everything that happened here from sowhere.

They stopped and didn’t say anything, which ans...

The main one appeared.

Sure enough, a mont later, illusory elental light extended from the magic net. When the bright light condensed together and ford a human figure in mid-air, a peaceful voice descended from the sky above the Panfang Throne platform.

Vashj suddenly felt dazed, as if she heard the voice that lingered in the mind of every ancient naga like a ghost - it was an absolutely unforgettable voice, a terrifying voice that ended the high elves’ dream of power and even dealt a heavy blow to Sargeras, the invincible god in their hearts.

"Have we... t before?"

A very funny and humorous sentence. If soone had traveled through ti, this would be a terrible pick-up line.

But Vashj did not underestimate these words, or the person who said them.

Looking at Mark Dooku’s face, she quickly put away the weapons in each hand and put them into the storage space bag. She crossed her six hands at the sa ti and bowed deeply: "No Naga who has experienced the Ancient War will forget your face, your voice, and your power fluctuations - the great demon terminator, the void destroyer, the forr high-level void lord Duke... Lord Mark Dooku!"

Duke was a little embarrassed by the sudden flattery, but he still asked directly: "Do you... know a maid nad Celia Eubitilia?"

Duke had never imagined that he could see such a wonderful and complex expression on the face of a villainous woman.

At first, it might be a surprise. You can clearly see that Vashj’s pupils shrink instantly, and the sound of her sucking in air can be clearly heard ten ters away.

Then she started to shiver. Duke’s system AI told her that Vashj’s skin temperature had risen, and Duke saw that she was clenching her teeth... This couldn’t be a good thing.

If things continue like this, there will probably be no other ending except killing Vashj.

But in the next mont, Vashj relaxed her whole body, and her excited eyes returned to calm in a very short ti. Her eyes beca scattered and filled with a sense of distance, and her unfocused pupils seed to have traveled through ti and space, seeing the past years and the glorious glory of the upper elves ten thousand years ago.

But in the end, she smiled.

"Hehehe!" The clear and charming laughter echoed throughout the Panfang Throne and even in half of the Serpent Temple.

Actually...

In just two or three seconds, he perford joy, anger, sorrow and happiness...

Vashj she...

Duke tilted his head, but didn’t say anything, with a ’what are you laughing at?’ expression on his face.

Vashj lowered her six arms. Her expression and posture were all unnatural. She felt at a loss. "You know what? In the past ten thousand years, I have imagined countless tis what it would be like to et you again... My dear master... Mark Dooku, no, Edmund Duke!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

First, the Twin Emperors’ faces turned grim, and then they beca very confused: Did Vashj just call Edmund the master? Then what on earth were we fighting for just now?

Then it was Karazhan. At this mont, all the queens, high priests, and female generals on the continent of Azeroth were there.

People like Ilucia, Sylvanas, and Calia were just spectators, while Alleria slapped her forehead and held it.

"Duke——" From calm to stunned, and then to a high-pitched voice, Jaina beca excited as Du had expected.

Vashj is Jim’s enemy who killed her brother, but suddenly she beca Duke’s subordinate, and it seems they have a close relationship. What the hell is this?

The next second, Jaina found herself being hugged. That gentle touch, that soothing power, was only possessed by one person in the entire harem.

"Tyrande?"

"Calm down, Jaina, I guessed who she is. Believe , Duke has never touched her. That... that was a very faint but incredible relationship between master and servant." Tyrande spoke at a high speed of four or five words per second, like a machine gun, which imdiately cald Jaina’s emotions.

If Tyrande had explained more slowly, there might have been a bigger misunderstanding.

Fortunately, before the rift appeared, Duke specially sought out Tyrande just in case.

Duke turned around and smiled bitterly at Jaina: "Ten thousand years is too long. I couldn’t even be sure of Tyrande’s feelings at that ti, let alone take care of a nominal little maid."

"Is... that so?" Jaina’s voice was almost a whisper.

"Don’t worry, I will not forget the revenge for your second brother Tanred. Even if she is really my maid, I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Duke ca over, hugged Jaina gently, and slowly stroked Jaina’s back. He could clearly feel that the trembling of Jaina’s delicate body had subsided.

The divine consciousness looked at Mark Dooku again, and the situation at the scene was equally exciting.

Wearing the shell of Mark Dooku, Duke sighed: "It is you - Celia. I didn’t know you were Vashj. I should have thought of it, but Queen Azshara has thousands of maids. It’s such a coincidence..."

"Haha, there are so many unexpected things. I never thought that the ssenger of God sent by the great Sargeras, who was worshipped as a god by the entire upper elves at that ti, was actually the biggest traitor in the history of the Burning Legion. I also never thought that the great human hero Mark Dooku, who destroyed the Twisting Nether Fortress and brought endless sha to the Legion, but could not punish him for ten thousand years and brought sha to the Legion, was actually the Alliance commander Edmund Duke who traveled from ten thousand years later with the power of Nozdormu."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Vashj clapped with only her middle arms. "Brilliant! It’s really brilliant! As expected, compared with this great feat that shocked the entire universe, the fate of a maid like who was once indecisive, defected to the new master, and secretly stole information for the old master, is certainly not worth ntioning."

It was clearly a complint, but everyone could hear the bitterness in Vashj’s words.

"Vashj, I..." Duke didn’t know what to say. This was an extre contradiction.

Duke is a nostalgic person. Although he has no psychological burden for giving up Celia at that ti, after all, Celia chose to inform Queen Azshara, but seeing her beco like this ten thousand years later, he still feels a little bit reluctant.

Duke’s words were suddenly interrupted by Vashj: "I am not Vashj! The maid with this na died the mont she was given as a gift by her master, Queen Azshara! I am Celestia! Celestia Eubitilia! An elven maid who was punished and exiled for betraying her new master!"

After that, sothing happened that no one could have imagined.

Vashj raised all six arms at the sa ti, palms facing the sky, and a green light began to linger around her.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Vashj’s body outline deford rapidly.

The two pairs of arms above and below disappeared, the snake-like hair that was dancing in the air also disappeared, and the long snake tail was shortening at a high speed.

When the green light disappeared, what appeared in everyone’s sight was an alternative night elf.

She had long red hair and fair skin, which was completely different from the night elves’ minimum purple-white complexion.

Under the white flying wing-like breast protector, there is an X-shaped garnt ford by the cross-shaped white silk ribbons, which just lightly covers the sexy belly button. The lower body is a white gauze skirt that is similar to the Greek style Du wore before she traveled through ti. Even without the high slits on the side, the looming gauze skirt still makes the long legs look delicate and attractive.

Vashj slowly walked to Mark Dooku, knelt on her knees and bowed deeply.

"Master, you said, ’Not every being is qualified to stand by your side. You entered the Burning Legion as a traitor with the determination to endure the torture of your soul for ten thousand years. If I also have this courage and perseverance, when we et again, you will accept as your maid!’"

Vashj continued:

"Ten thousand years have passed. Although I deceived my forr compatriots with the Ultimate Transfiguration you taught , I have indeed endured unimaginable sufferings, which have more or less redeed my sin of betraying you. Now, I, Celestia Eubitilia, once again solemnly beg you, great master, to let return to be your maid——"

These heartfelt words moved all the won in Karazhan.

Ten thousand years of suffering!

Everyone thought that the upper elves deserved it. They betrayed their compatriots and eventually fell into the deep sea because of the judgnt of fate. In order to survive, they sold their souls to N’Zoth, but their beauty was lost forever, and they turned into dirty and ugly naga, wandering in the dark deep sea, and living with the most disgusting sea creatures.

However, an Ultimate Transfiguration deceived N’Zoth and beca the last hope and redemption in Vashj’s heart.

After thousands of years, he recognized Duke just like Tyrande did.

Does this an that after thousands of twists and turns, the right result has finally co to fruition?

At the top floor of Karazhan, the won were silent.

It is really cruel to test a relationship for 10,000 years, no matter whether it is a relationship between a man and a woman or a relationship between a master and a servant.

No one dares to say that they can still remain true to themselves after being separated from each other for more than 3.6 million days and nights.

Not to ntion, staying in such a dark underwater world filled with negative emotions such as resentnt and madness.

Only Jaina lowered her head slightly. No one knew what kind of complex emotions were hidden under that delicate face that constantly showed the waxing and waning of expressions.

On the throne platform of the Serpent Temple, Duke also sighed.

"Your loyalty is truly remarkable. I don’t know what this relationship that has lasted for ten thousand years has brought you, nor can I understand the suffering you have gone through. Since it was the promise I made in the beginning, and you sincerely turned to , I can’t think of any reason to refuse."

After that, Duke, who looked like Mark Dooku, gently opened his arms and smiled faintly: "Welco, Celia."

The whole incident can be characterized in just one sentence.

The twin emperors standing next to them had a dim light in their yellow eyes.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t angry.

If they could defeat Vashj more cleanly, even if Vashj returned to Duke’s arms, they would still have made a contribution. Now they are neither up nor down, and they still can’t win in a two-on-one situation. The situation has changed - they have beco Vashj’s touchstone.

It’s too late to regret now. If they were given another chance to choose, they would choose a more fierce way of fighting.

Vashj, who had completely transford into a night elf, straightened up first, with a face full of piety and fanaticism beyond the imagination of others: "Ten thousand years ago, I had a chance to be redeed. But I chose to flatter my forr master, Queen Azshara, who had abandoned . It was my stupidity that caused ten thousand years of suffering. However, every ti I see the hideous and ugly appearance of my compatriots, and then compare it with my beautiful body after canceling the Ultimate Transfiguration, I always feel comforted. My Lord - this is the beacon of hope that prevents from falling into madness."

Vashj prostrated herself again, this ti with trembling hands, gently holding both sides of Duke’s right boot.

Vashj, the Lord of the Fangs, who controls the water supply for millions of creatures in the Outlands and can easily change the situation in the entire Outlands, prayed her loyal prayers in front of Duke in the most humble manner.

"Praise you, my Lord!"

"Praise you - great master Edmund Duke!"

After saying that, Vashj kissed Duke’s vamp heavily.

To be honest, Duke could never get used to this exaggerated way of saluting no matter how many tis he did it. Although the Nagas were dispersed and beca clan-based, the customs that had been passed down from the ti of the upper elves had not changed at all.

Power, status, and class are all very rigid.

Seeing that Vashj insisted, Duke accepted this great gift.

The master-servant relationship was settled, and Duke said, "The farce outside can end now. More unnecessary sacrifices are happening every mont."

"Master, if I stay in Illidan’s camp..."

Damn, are you addicted to playing Duke like ?

Although he was complaining in his heart, on the surface, Duke claid to be the man of the Light. Duke’s face straightened: "I am a demigod who peeks into fate, and I am the standard-bearer who overthrows the tyranny of the Burning Legion. Ten thousand years of wandering is enough. Illidan is not worth my maid taking any more risks."

After the charlatan said these words, the fanaticism on Vashj’s face intensified even more.

"Thank you, Lord, for your compassion!"

"However, we should keep this relationship that dates back ten thousand years ago a secret." Duke said mysteriously.

Strictly speaking, the na Mark Dooku was not on the Burning Legion’s must-kill list. Because when Duke publicly destroyed the Twisting Nether Fortress, he used the na "Duke". Mark Dooku was just a temporary alias that Duke used in the city of Azshara.

There were three demon leaders in charge of Azshara back then - Magtheridon and the Eredar Twins. The Eredar Twins were Duke’s accomplices. Magtheridon had just been killed by Varian, and it would take ti to revive him, so he wouldn’t be a problem for a while.

As long as Duke doesn’t co out and claim that he is the "Duke", the Burning Legion has no reason to imdiately pull in its main force.

In fact, Duke really didn’t believe that Kil’jaeden didn’t know that he was causing trouble in Outland. According to Kil’jaeden’s character, after blowing up the Twisting Nether, Kil’jaeden would definitely turn all the intelligence and clues upside down.

It is very likely that the fact that Duke is Mark Dooku has been exposed long ago.

The key point is that Kil’jaeden is playing dumb!

What are you pretending for?

If Duke was not a ti traveler, he really wouldn’t know what Kil’jaeden would do next.

The shaless thing is that Duke is the kind of ti traveler who uses "history" and "future" to the extre.

Since the commander of the Burning Legion is playing dumb, Duke might as well play dumb too.

We’ll see then who is the real idiot.

Duke calculated correctly. As long as his real body did not run to Outland, Kil’jaeden would definitely continue to pretend not to see him.

In this way, what to do next will co naturally.

After a few seconds.

Two voices suddenly rang out on the battlefield of the Twin Towers Ruins, which was originally extrely fierce.

One is the crisp and mysterious ancient upper elf language of Vashj: "I, the Fang Queen Vashj, hereby declare that I have failed in the battle just now. It is the duty of the weak to obey the strong. I choose to be loyal to the great demigod of Azeroth, Edmund Duke. My people, my servants, now I command you to lay down your weapons and surrender to the Alliance. Otherwise, die-"

Vashj’s declaration caused a flash of astonishnt in the eyes of all the Nagas.

The other was the voice of Brian Bronzebeard, who spoke in the common language of humans: "Notice to the entire Alliance and Horde army. Just now in the battle of the Serpent Temple, the Qiraji Twin Emperors under the Alliance Commander Edmund Duke successfully defeated the Naga Queen Vashj. Now Vashj surrenders on behalf of all Nagas. Attention - do not attack enemies who have laid down their weapons, but for those who resist - kill them without rcy!"

Compared to the Naga side who were at a loss as to what to do, the Horde’s reaction was even more shocked.

Orgrim’s expression was very interesting. At this mont, he seed to have been hit in the face by all the seasonings and sauces in the kitchen. Almost at the mont when he made the declaration, he realized that the gap between the Horde and the Alliance in terms of combat power had been widened again.

As an old chief who personally commanded the most brutal Second Dark Gate War, Orgrim knew best what role a strong navy could play.

He still rembered that those brave warriors who grew up with him and fought on the front line of the battlefield did not die on the battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere, but drowned in the water helplessly and desperately. His companions who escaped by chance did not even have the opportunity to pull out the fangs of these warriors according to tradition and bring them to their wives and children.

the Alliance used naval warfare, which was extrely unfamiliar to the Horde, to shatter the Horde’s dream of dominating Azeroth.

You have to know that in that year, the Alliance was still using the shabby sailing ships that are no longer worthy of today, and they were commanded by a group of second-rate Nagas and the weakest Murlocs.

Can the Nagas of the Angry Scale Clan be compared with these powerful Nagas who can fight on equal terms with the elite of the Horde on land?

Thrall patted Orgrim on the shoulder, smiled and shook his head: "the Alliance made a profit, and we didn’t lose anything."

Orgrim was stunned for a mont, then he laughed heartily: "I think too much."

This Draenor expedition now seems more like a feast for expanding the army and recruiting new followers.

the Alliance received the Draenei and a large group of elite Naga, greatly increasing its strength.

the Horde isn’t bad either!

Regardless of what happens after the evil orcs regain their sanity, now that the biggest obstacle of Zangarmarsh has been cleared, the Horde does not need to fight the undead and arakkoa in the Auchindoun area, and can directly cross the continent of Zangarmarsh and enter Nagrand to trace their ancestors.

Not only that, Orgrim also whispered: "There are many ogres and Gronn in Blade’s Edge Mountains."

Once upon a ti, Orgrim had an ogre guard. It was a formidable assault force even today. The ogre’s strong body allows them to wear the heaviest armor effortlessly. They are living human tanks.

In the Battle of the Searing Canyon, this hundred-man guard was killed and wounded. They were killed by the Alliance’s most powerful artillery and the Paladins of the Silver Hand. When they died, they dragged Alliance warriors thirty tis their number to be buried with them.

As long as the ogres are ard and placed in places where they cannot be reached by artillery and other heavy weapons, they will still be the most terrifying existence on the battlefield.

Not to ntion, there is the Goron, the most powerful killing weapon in our world since ancient tis.

Thinking of this, the hearts of two generations of tribal chiefs felt a little ward.

the Alliance eats at and the Horde drinks soup, but at least the Horde does not get nothing and suffer huge losses.

Vashj led the entire army to surrender to the Alliance, which had an extrely huge impact on the coalition forces. Whether it was tactical or strategic, it had earth-shaking significance.

The entire supply line of the coalition forces was opened up.

Because the Panya Reservoir no longer frantically draws water from the Hellfire Peninsula, the poverty and water shortage of the Hellfire Peninsula have been alleviated to the greatest extent. In ti, it will even be able to fill the entire sunken Glory Road with water to form a canal.

The transport capacity of river transport is many tis greater than that of land transport, and it saves more fuel.

The Horde directly divided its troops into two groups, with the main force led by Orgrim into Blade’s Edge Mountains, saying that they were clearing out the remnants of the fel orcs, but in fact they were conscripting n.

Thrall led a detachnt of 5,000 n to Nagrand to recognize his ancestors. If nothing unexpected happened, he would inherit the shamanic heritage and beco the original shaman who mastered both elental and enhancent skills.

The Horde was busy conscripting n, and the Alliance was also busy. Without the Horde’s main force to suppress them, the undead and ravens in the Auchindoun area were in chaos, and at the most exaggerated ti, they even killed their way to the outskirts of Shattrath City. As a last resort, Varian could only lead his army to destroy the ravens first.

On the other hand, in order to allow the main force of the Alliance to more safely wipe out the Arakkoa, Duke, who was freed up, led the chanized army into Shadowmoon Valley and built a city in the middle of Shadowmoon Valley, less than 300 kiloters away from Illidan’s lair, the Black Temple. Because the dwarves were the main force and a large number of air forces were required, it was naturally called the Wildhamr Fortress.

On the surface, Mark Dooku was strolling around with his hoof Yrel, looking around, seemingly doing nothing and giving orders all day long.

In fact, Duke has been secretly busy integrating the forces of Vashj.

Vashj had been the Queen of Coilfang for so long, and her prestige was great. Most aquatic monsters and leaders chose to obey, but the swamp giants were not smart enough, or perhaps the fel energy they had injected made them more violent. They were the most fierce rebels.

In addition, there is the blind Leotheras, who is not as crazy as in the original history. Instead, he has beco a die-hard supporter of Illidan. Duke originally wanted to control him, but he resisted to the death, so he could only let him die.

After gathering Vashj’s forces and letting Vashj’s loyal deep-water lord Karathras take control of the army, Duke let Vashj pass through the Dark Portal and co to Karazhan.

"My dear master, where are you taking ?" Vashj, who was in completely human form, followed Duke through one palace and hall after another, and finally ca to a vast terrace.

That was once the place where the Nightmare was located, and Duke also resisted the invasion of Ner’zhul, who was still the Warchief, here.

Now, this is just a window to Karazhan.

Ten steps away from Vashj, Duke stood with his hands behind his back.

The atmosphere in the air seed to beco quiet because of what was going to happen next. There was silence all around, with only the soft moonlight pouring down on Duke.

"Celica, you know what? Everyone is responsible for what they have done." Duke said this as if without any reason.

"Master, did Celica do sothing wrong?" Vashj lowered her head, with a hint of grievance in her voice.

"Well, you did make a mistake. Do you rember that you once led your army to attack Kul Tiras and killed the Crown Prince Tanred and his family?"

Duke’s words made Vashj’s face turn paler than paper in an instant. Not a trace of blood could be seen on her pale face.

"I...I...I..." Even a smart person like Vashj couldn’t say anything in this situation. No matter what she said, it was true that she had joined the Burning Legion and destroyed the entire Kul Tiras. The worst thing was that Jaina Proudmoore was one of Duke’s celestial maidens!

Duke seed to be talking about sothing that had nothing to do with her: "I think highly of Jaina. She is a rare mortal who has the opportunity to be promoted to a demigod. Once I beco a true god, she will be my subordinate god."

At this mont, Vashj’s whole body was shaking like a sieve.

Since Jaina had a grudge against her little maid, the best way to resolve the grudge was, of course, to sacrifice her little maid.

Is there any need to say this?

At this mont, Vashj felt extrely miserable. Her surrender was not an impulse. She had carefully studied Duke’s actions.

the Alliance and the Horde have been fighting for so many years, and they have a deep hatred for each other, but in order to fight against the Scourge and the Burning Legion, they joined forces. The Horde accepted the Forsaken, which was considered a taboo by the Alliance, and the Alliance remained silent and calmly accepted this fact. The Qiraji insects swept across half of the Kalimdor continent, and the Alliance accepted the Qiraji insects, but the Horde didn’t even say a word.

Who knows, when she brought all the Nagas to join Duke, Duke actually said he wanted to settle the score! ?

For a mont, Vashj was filled with grief and indignation!

What’s the difference between this and being yelled at by a dog?

But she had no choice but to surrender, as Duke was ready to take action himself. Even if Duke didn’t take action, her useless subordinates couldn’t capture the Twin Towers Fortress, and if she continued, she would definitely die at the hands of the Twin Emperors.

At this mont, Vashj collapsed.

For a mont, countless negative thoughts filled Vashj’s mind: If she had resisted to the end, perhaps she would not have suffered such a humiliating defeat? Perhaps her n would have succeeded? Or perhaps Illidan would have shown rcy and co to help her.

My mind is full of ssy thoughts.

More than one impulse erged, trying to drive her to make a last-ditch effort.

But in the very end, what ca out from those two squirming red lips was only a humiliating plea for rcy: "Master Duke... do you really want your Celica to die?"

Duke turned his head and looked up at the sky, letting his face be completely bathed in the moonlight.

After a long while, he sighed deeply: "Those who have made contributions must be rewarded, those who have made mistakes must be investigated, and those who have had grudges must be avenged. This is my principle. As a leader, if rewards and punishnts are unclear, the people around you will naturally beco disunited. If you can’t even lead the people around you, let alone lead the entire Alliance, or even the entire Azeroth, forward."

Vashj said nothing, she just knelt down, walked over, slowly stretched out her trembling hands, and grabbed the corner of Duke’s clothes.

Duke didn’t dare look back at that beautiful face full of despair and sorrow, for he was afraid that the girl would soften her heart.

In the end, he did not look back.

"rits must be rewarded, and faults must be punished. I’ve given you a chance, and it depends on whether you can seize it." After saying that, Duke suddenly pulled back his robe, and the whole person flashed and disappeared in front of Vashj.

"Master..." Vashj hugged suddenly, but all she hugged was nothing.

She froze for several seconds before she ca to her senses and burst into laughter: "Haha! Hahaha! Hahahahahahaha - my dear master, what you call opportunity is to let die in the hands of your woman so that she can vent her anger? Hahahaha! Great! You are really great! You really are worthy of being the chosen king among humans! Hahahahaha!"

It was a laugh of wanton despair.

That is the self-pity of giving everything and being cruelly abandoned!

That was the howling of soone who thought he was saved but was kicked into the endless abyss again!

After not knowing how long she laughed or cried, Vashj finally ca to her senses and found herself surrounded.

Not surrounded, to be exact.

A large group of people stood outside a powerful protective magic circle. In the circle were only her and Jaina Proudmoore.

This is clearly a magical version of the Colosseum!

"Are you... here to kill ?" As soon as she asked, Vashj realized that her question was a bit redundant.

She didn’t recognize any of the people outside the magic circle.

The emblems on their chests were familiar to her - Kul Tirans.

Needless to say, Jaina was going to kill her enemy in front of all the Kul Tiras leaders. No selfish revenge in the face of national crisis?

What a joke!

The reason I didn’t report it before was simply because the ti had not co yet.

How can I calm down my anger if I don’t kill Vashj with my own hands?

Not to ntion her, even all the generals and ministers under her would be resentful.

Archimonde, who murdered the late King Daelin, has been hanged on Mount Hyjal, and the grass on his grave is three feet high. Even though Duke was the one who dealt the final blow, Jaina, who personally participated in the crusade against Archimonde, has also received preliminary recognition from the people of Kul Tiras.

As long as Jaina puts an end to the deaths of the previous King and Crown Prince of Kul Tiras today, this will be a perfect inheritance of the throne for the people of Kul Tiran.

As soon as Jaina leaned on the staff in her hand, a cold frosty breath suddenly burst out from her body, like a blizzard, dyeing the entire terrace white in a few seconds.

"Vashj! I, the current Queen of Kul Tiras, Jaina Proudmoore, am here to avenge the death of my brother Tanred and his family!"

What else can Vashj say?

Apart from extre despair and grief, she had nothing else to say.

The next mont, she activated the Ultimate Transformation and turned into the ugly Naga with six arms and a snake tail that was hated by the world and even by themselves!

The middle hand of the right hand hooked the index finger towards Jaina, and this gesture had only one aning - co!

Jaina gave a light shout, activating the magic circuits in her body. The magic she had cultivated over the years poured out at this mont...

This was definitely not a fair duel.

This was more like a one-sided massacre.

Away from the water environnt, Naga’s combat effectiveness would drop by at least 20% to 30%.

As the mistress of Karazhan, Jaina has authority second only to Duke.

The Mage Tower is the domain of mages. As a legacy of the old demigod divh, the Mage Tower itself is a fortress. In addition, Karazhan is the core of the entire Azeroth magic network.

If a war were to start in a place like this, let alone Vashj who had reached the level of a demigod, even C’Thun who ca here alone would probably have to kneel.

The fierce but suspenseful battle lasted only fifteen minutes. Then, a giant icy sword condensed from the void, shot out like lightning, pierced through the chest, and nailed Vashj to the ground.

There was no begging for rcy, no craving for compassion. In the very end, Vashj just looked up at the soft moonlight in the sky with her dazed pupils, and all that was left was confusion.

"Are you...satisfied?"

Jaina was silent, she knew that Vashj was not talking to her.

The person to whom Vashj confided her sorrow was Duke.

Jaina sighed secretly: Put yourself in his shoes. After enduring thousands of years of suffering and torture, you think you can finally live a good life, and even sacrifice your soul and loyalty for it, but in the end you are betrayed by your master... If it were her, Jaina, she would also go crazy.

But she is not Vashj, she has her subjects and her position.

It’s not about right or wrong, it’s just a difference in each other’s positions.

Jaina found that she no longer hated Vashj.

Outside the magic barrier, Kul Tiras generals and ministers raised their right fists and placed them on their left chests. This was their tribute to their queen for completing her great cause of revenge.

Obviously, before this mont, Jaina was looking forward to this scene, but now she couldn’t be happy at all.

This kind of lancholy is almost as bad as the guilt of accidentally killing a little civilian girl.

Her body wanted to raise the staff high in her hand to show off and demonstrate the glory of the queen. However, the growing sense of guilt in her heart made her arms feel as heavy as a thousand pounds and she couldn’t lift them at all.

All that can be conveyed on his face is an extrely formulaic smile.

At this mont, Vashj’s pupils, which had begun to dilate, suddenly shrank, and the originally soft and pleasant female voice abruptly changed into a sharp and evil male voice.

"What a waste!"

The next mont, the hair that had been hanging down and even stiff and broken like a dead snake suddenly grew larger.

The tiny snakes instantly turned into octopus tentacles as thick as thighs and rolled towards Jaina madly.

"Ah!" Without hesitation, Jaina used a Flash and flashed thirty ters away, sticking closely to the edge of the magic circle.

However, dozens of octopus tentacles grew suddenly at the sa ti, like maggots on the tarsal bones, and arrived at Jaina’s landing point almost in no particular order, and blew up Jaina’s two magic shields as easily as drinking water and breathing.

Jaina had been through so many battles and had rich combat experience. When she shot out an ice cone with her staff but found that it still couldn’t stop the opponent, she used Ice Barrier in ti.

but...

Useless!

It was a feeling of powerlessness as if one was fighting against the entire endless ocean.

That kind of divine power that completely surpassed its level easily pierced through the freezer barrier composed of ultra-high-density ice elents.

Just one centiter away, the tentacle would have pierced Jaina’s body.

At this mont, fear was frozen on Jaina and on the faces of every Kul Tiran.

Even ti seed to stand still.

At the critical mont, a more powerful and more vast divine force descended.

Moonlight - like a dream.

The faint moonlight, like water, enveloped Jaina like a veil, lightly separating those terrifying tentacles.

The tentacles were twisted very hideously. With her whole body tense, Jaina could clearly see the palm-sized suction cups full of sharp teeth extending and shrinking in front of her, as if they wanted to grind her into ashes.

However, just a short distance away is as far away as the world!

The tentacles couldn’t advance an inch!

A pleasant but majestic voice sounded in the sky: "Enzos, go back to your abyss!"

The next second, all the tentacles extending from Vashj’s head lted at high speed under the moonlight, like popsicles lted by the scorching sun.

It was not until this mont that Jaina was shocked to find that Duke had hugged her from behind without her knowing when.

"Duke... this is..." Jaina was still in shock.

Duke gently stroked Jaina’s brilliant golden shoulder-length hair, with a gentle smile on his face: "From the mont Azshara fell into the deep sea, the entire Highborne beca slaves of N’Zoth. How could the dignified Old God N’Zoth not discover a re Ultimate Transfiguration?"

"That..."

"Vashj thought she hadn’t turned into a naga. In fact, her heart and soul had long been secretly corrupted by N’Zoth. N’Zoth planted his power in her so that one day, she could take revenge on the one who ruined their good deeds in the War of the Ancients - that is, !"

At this point, Duke was secretly thankful that if the system hadn’t found a problem with Vashj during the scan, and if he hadn’t specially found a place with direct moonlight and asked the moon goddess Elune to co to the rescue, he might have been defeated this ti.

If you were to be attacked at zero range by that kind of attack, you would be in trouble even in your own nest!

Duke was scared to death just thinking about the horrific scene of being ravaged and devoured by a bunch of tentacles.

Jaina’s breathing was a little rapid. She opened her bright eyes wide and suddenly thought of a lot of things.

"Yes! Vashj is so cruel because of N’Zoth using ’Whispers of the Old Gods.’" Duke concluded firmly.

Well! No matter if it is true or not, you, Enzos, must bear the bla.

Well, you force to continue pretending, and you take the bla!

The plan worked!

"Then... did I... did I kill Vashj by mistake?" Jaina asked with all her courage.

Duke said sincerely: "Wrongful killing? I don’t think so. If you hadn’t killed her, N’Zoth would never have made a move. Let’s not pursue this matter... Promise that from this mont on, you will forget the hatred forever. This will be good for you, for , and for the entire Kul Tiras."

"Yes, I will." Jaina nodded heavily, then she turned around, facing the generals and ministers of Kul Tiras, and raised the staff in her hand high: "I, Jaina Proudmoore, declare in the na of the Queen of Kul Tiras that the revenge of the late King Daelin Proudmoore and my brother Tanred Proudmoore’s family has been avenged! From today on, the people of Kul Tiras must learn to forget hatred and treat the Naga and Murloc who joined the Alliance fairly and justly! Do you understand?"

"Understood! We will follow Her Majesty the Queen’s orders!" All the generals and ministers knelt on one knee at the sa ti and lowered their noble heads to their queen.

"Duke, I..." After sending her subordinates away, Jaina suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Duke had helped her so much, and logically they should have had an in-depth discussion on magic circuits tonight, but she knew that her subjects needed her, and she had to release the magical image of killing Vashj as soon as possible.

Duke smiled gently. "Go and win over your subjects first. You are the greatest queen of Kul Tiras in history. You must stay with your subjects. We can talk about our business later."

A large number of Kul Tirans left.

The huge terrace suddenly beca empty again.

Duke walked over to Vashj’s body.

The forr Queen of Panya seed peaceful after her death, and she died with her eyes open.

Duke laughed: "Fool, you have been sincere and loyal to , how can I let you die so easily?"

A mysterious atmosphere suddenly began to brew in the air, and so unknown factor behind the world of laws was becoming restless.

Vashj felt that her soul, which was about to disintegrate, seed to have received so incredible mysterious call...

Where is this?

Am I dead?

Vashj was confused for a mont, and she felt as if she was in a world of complete silence.

There was no sound of wind, no chirping of insects, and even less the familiar sound and touch of flowing water.

Not on the earth, nor in the oppressive deep water.

At this mont, there is a voice in my heart that is becoming extrely clear and certain.

That is the voice of hope.

"Celica... Celica... Celica..."

The voice was extrely hazy and distant, as if the last call was from ancient tis ten thousand years ago.

It’s so long ago that I can’t even rember it.

But in the past ten thousand years, every ti he woke up from a nightmare, it was this voice that soothed his soul - the voice that he believed to be his true master.

That was because you made the wrong choice and were abandoned.

It’s not real abandonnt.

All because of the Ultimate Transformation left by the master!

I’ve had enough of the Queen’s self-hatred and her bossing around.

The second month after falling into the deep sea, I left Azshara City, taking with so compatriots who had lost faith in the queen...

Whenever all his compatriots fell into a deep sleep and no one was watching, he would take off all his clothes, stand in front of the mirror, and admire his unique body.

No disgusting long snake tail.

There are no scales glowing with ominous green light.

Without those sharp, fierce and vicious claws.

Without those six horribly deford and twisted hands.

The person in the mirror is still as perfect as he was ten thousand years ago.

A pair of well-proportioned and fair long legs, an even more slender and charming waist, pink and attractive breasts, and a face that looks like a work of art...

It was once believed that Queen Azshara was the most beautiful being in the world. Unfortunately, out of fear of death, she succumbed to the evil god and turned into 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 a kind of fanatical narcissism.

"Great Master - Lord Mark Dooku - when will you appear? Take away from this horrible world? I swear, I will offer you my eternal loyalty."

Vashj declared this to herself countless tis.

Life on the seabed is extrely terrifying, filled with giant sea beasts that are unimaginable on the surface.

Sothing that looks like a bright lamp is often a bait organ used by so terrifying sea monster to seduce the Naga.

Vashj had personally seen no less than ten of her compatriots who, because of their longing for light and the prosperity of the past, threw themselves upon him when they had a ntal breakdown.

The light disappeared, and all that was left was the sea beast’s ferocious mouth with thousands of sharp teeth.

Blood and minced at floated in with the tide, and whether I wanted it or not, I could taste the flavor of my compatriots in my cheeks.

Such disgusting days go on day after day, year after year.

It is impossible to live in the deep sea in human form. If you want to survive, you can only use Ultimate Transfiguration to transform into the appearance of your compatriots, wield a trident in the deep sea, and fight with limited natural magic.

Precisely because of the hope in her heart, Vashj, who originally had ordinary talents, beca more and more outstanding.

Destroy sea beasts.

Recover the water elent as a slave.

Conquer the deep sea giant.

At so point, a large group of Nagas, both n and won, had gathered around her. Every one of her subordinates regarded her as their hope and faith.

Suddenly smiled bitterly.

"My greatest hope is actually my master—" These words of infinite emotion never ca out of her mouth.

"Celica... Celica..." The call of her forr master would always ring in her mind when she woke up in the middle of the night, becoming the driving force for her survival.

This voice encouraged her.

Because the master saw through fate and foresaw all this in advance.

In her demonic consciousness, this voice has beco the mighty pulse of fate. It has led her through countless painful tis, broken through her inevitable death, and given her the courage to lead more compatriots to move forward.

right!

This voice remains the embodint of hope.

"Master...how could you do this to ?"

In a trance, I started crying.

Huh? Am I not dead? How can I still feel?

Confused, I suddenly felt as if soone was touching my body.

It’s cool, yet gentle, just like mother’s caress.

The mysterious power was injected into her body, allowing the blood to flow again, driving away the cold evil and bringing warmth and hope.

The mysterious substance in his blood flowed faster and faster, to the point that he had the illusion that there were countless trains rolling and roaring inside his body.

But at this mont, my heart is extrely quiet, and my soul seems to have transcended the body and is suspended in the air, quietly watching all the bizarre scenes in front of - my translucent body has a strange power circulating.

Ah! What is this?

The illusion of mories overlaps with the things in the field of vision, and for a mont it seems that I have transcended the shackles of ti.

She saw the city of Azshara and the Twisting Nether destroyed in the explosion ten thousand years ago.

She saw Stormwind City and the Alliance flourishing in the hands of one man ten thousand years later.

The alternation of the old and the new, the rise and fall of the millennia, all co from the fate of a hero. He uses the supre mysterious power of the bronze dragon king Nozdormu to weave the fate of the millennia together.

The War of the Ancients, Burning Returns.

Countless lives were involved, but only he used his strength, strategy and courage to write the epic of destiny that belonged only to him into true history.

therefore--

The greatest legendary hero in the history of Azeroth was born -

His na is Mark Dooku, no, that’s his pseudonym.

His real na was Edmund Duke, the true master who gave her hope and future.

Ten thousand years of hardship had beco a thing of the past. Vashj raised her head and opened her eyes. She vaguely saw N’Zoth jumping out after her ’death’, and also saw that N’Zoth’s conspiracy had been thwarted once again.

At the end of the scene, she finally saw the figure that had haunted her dreams again.

When she saw Duke’s eyes eting hers on the other side of the long river of fate, she was so shocked that she blurted out, "Master, so you never abandoned ?"

Vashj saw her master’s confident smile, as if she had the world and destiny in her control.

"Fool, you have been sincere and loyal to , how could I let you die so easily?"

The sound of Master Duke’s response was like a morning bell, driving away the darkness and awakening her from her confusion.

"I... I’m not dead?" Vashj struggled to sit up and was surprised to see Duke walking towards her.

"No! To atone for your sins, you died before. But now I grant you a new life!"

That was the man who should be her master, walking slowly towards her in the light.

The azure cloak was like the sky, supporting his majestic figure.

The white robe symbolizes supre holiness.

Behind him, six colors of elental light were spinning continuously, yet blending into one.

His black eyes were like the deep universe, with no end in sight.

Duke stepped forward and patted her shoulder, only smiling at her: "Co on, your resurrection is not complete yet, imprint your soul on Azeroth and beco a true demigod!"

What?

A true demigod?

"Can I...?" Vashj hadn’t co back to her senses yet.

"You have to be able to do it, otherwise you’re really going to die." Duke pointed at her chest with a smile.

There, the ice sword summoned by Jaina had lted, leaving a huge wound. If it were an ordinary creature, it would have died long ago.

"I, this..." Vashj was at a loss.

At this ti, a gentle voice echoed around: "Don’t worry, kid, leave it to . Just follow my guidance."

Even after thousands of years, Vashj still clearly rembers who this voice belongs to - the great moon goddess Elune.

Elune once favored all night elves and regarded every night elf as her own.

However, later on, a part of the elves beca obsessed with the supre power of the arcane and abandoned Elune, whom they once believed in. These were the High Elves.

How ironic it is that as a mber of the Highborne, they have to rely on the power of Elune for redemption in the end.

A look of sha suddenly appeared on Vashj’s face.

The temperature of the big hand on her shoulder seed to rise by two degrees. She raised her head again and saw Duke’s gentle smile: "You proved your loyalty to with your death. Now is my reward for your loyalty. No need to doubt or hesitate. I have arranged everything. Just follow your heart."

Vashj nodded vigorously, then looked up at the moon in the sky. She seed to see the encouragent of the goddess.

Then she slowly closed her eyes and felt the world with her soul.

different!

Big difference!

After Draenor was promoted to a demigod in the physical sense, only her individual self beca stronger. She could not get any response from the dead and collapsed world, let alone borrow strength from it.

Azeroth is not like that.

This is a vibrant world.

Although the earth had been traumatized not long ago, it had healed itself after the abscess was cut off.

Completely different from the Draenor that was completely dead.

Moreover, there is ample room for advancent here.

If Azeroth also has a so-called Pantheon, then this great hall must be empty at this mont.

Vashj already felt the world responding to her.

"Welco, kid!"

In the haze, Vashj heard the voice of the planet.

By joining the Pantheon of Azeroth, you can gain the power of the planet and also bear the fate of the planet.

He was stabbed so hard that he lost his life, but the reward was to be deified.

This ti not only did I not lose money, but I made a lot of money!

"So this is the bright road that my master has arranged for !" Vashj was suddenly filled with emotion.

No more hesitation, no more confusion.

With her broken body, Vashj walked into the light...

Late at night, Jaina rolled into Duke’s bedroom, drunk.

She really rolled to the ground as soon as the door was opened. At the door, there was also a head maid who looked unhappy.

Duke frowned, "Vanessa!?"

"Well, it was Queen Proudmoore who couldn’t stand steadily." The implication of this wicked maid was ’I didn’t push her’.

Duke rolled his eyes, but finally went over to help Jaina up and put her on the bed.

Apparently Jaina had washed herself, but she was so drunk that every breath she took was filled with alcohol.

Jaina’s hands and feet were not very agile, but her mind seed to be relatively clear: "Duke, I’m sorry, I made things difficult for you this ti. I know that I will eventually follow you on the path to God, but I still can’t abandon Kul Tiras..."

Duke smiled and said, "It’s okay. I know you don’t have a bad heart. You’re not that twisted and jealous woman."

Jaina apologized: "Is Vashj really dead?"

"Dead, but Azeroth needs more powerful people to be deified to help fight against the Burning Legion. So maybe she will beco a demigod directly under the planet."

Jaina stuck out her tongue. "I knew you, a pervert, wouldn’t do anything cruel to a beautiful woman. Humph! Just because she ca back to you after thousands of years, you even banned her as a demigod. And you still say you didn’t touch her back then?"

Duke was miserable, and raised his hands in surrender: "I swear to God, I really didn’t do anything to her."

At that ti, I was busy training Tyrande!

"Really?" Jaina sat up and looked over.

Jaina’s eyes are fierce, well, those magical peaks are also fierce.

Duke was a little intrigued, and when he got closer, sothing suddenly happened.

"Wow... Ugh..." Jaina drank too much and vomited again.

Duke, who had no moral integrity, flashed and rolled ten ters away. He knocked on the door and shouted, "Vanessa!"

Vanessa ca in neatly dressed and imdiately slled the sour stench of vomit in the air. She imdiately said venomously: "Hmph! The drunk queen is no different from a drunk woman in a tavern."

As if an eagle were catching a chick, he grabbed Jaina and walked away.

Duke raised his hand and blew an icy wind, which finally drove away a lot of the sour sll in the room.

The problem is that even if Vanessa cleans the master bedroom later, it will take ti for the sll in the air to go away. Magic doesn’t work well for bad slls.

Duke scratched his head and it seed that he would have to sleep in the next guest room tonight.

Theoretically, Duke doesn’t need to sleep after becoming a demigod.

Duke was a mortal who was deified. Sleeping was more of a habit, a kind of luxury. After all, the magic network was watched by Khadgar and the Demon King Vek’lor, and maintained by the system elves.

Mark Dooku, who was left in Draenor, was sleeping at the ti, and there was also a system watching him, which would alert Duke if anything happened.

Duke went to sleep peacefully.

However, in the middle of the night, Duke suddenly realized that sothing seed wrong!

This feeling...

Woohoo! That’s amazing!

who!?

Who is it?

Who is playing the ga of Excalibur on the tip of the tongue?

Duke woke up from his sleep and pulled back the quilt. He imdiately saw the smiling face of Vashj in human form.

"You...when did you co back?"

"For a while."

"You...what are you doing?"

"I’m doing what you loved to do ten thousand years ago! Don’t lie to , you bullied High Priest Tyrande every day, and I was watching from the side."

Oh——No——

Dark history!

It’s definitely a dark history!

I thought that going back ten thousand years to cause trouble wouldn’t leave any consequences.

Who would have known that Tyrande was willing to be lonely for him for ten thousand years, and that the little maid whom he casually accepted and gave a copy of Ultimate Transfiguration out of a sense of humor was actually Vashj?

Ten thousand years ago, that was a world that could be called an entertainnt desert!

I’m used to seeing all kinds of novel variety shows. I can watch movies when I have nothing to do, or even go to Station B to find up masters to watch spoof videos...

Duke, who had adapted to this kind of life, was not used to it when he first ca to Azeroth. But at that ti, he was playing "Left 4 Dead" in which he was the protagonist, so he didn’t have ti to care.

After finally not having to suffer so much, Duke exported a lot of his own products to Azeroth, such as the chanical pinball ga and the very appropriate Werewolf ga.

But going back to ancient tis and going deep into the enemy camp, there was no ti to do these things.

At that ti, I was being watched by the Eredar Twins all day long, which put under a lot of pressure. Besides, I couldn’t stay there for long, so how could I have the energy to produce entertainnt?

Why was there so many people in ancient China? Because they had no money to light lamps, so they could only have sex.

In Azshara, it was a similar situation. At that ti, in order to prove his loyalty to the Legion, he did all kinds of evil things and used all his skills on Tyrande.

What 48 hands, the tortoise shell magic, the high priest Muzan... If he wasn’t careful and revealed his true identity by saying "I’m actually a good person!", there might really be so drama like the fall of the saint.

Well, the point is, it seems that I didn’t hide it from Vashj when I was causing trouble.

What I was thinking at the ti was: Don’t you want to monitor ? I’ll let you monitor to your heart’s content...

It would be fine if we never et again, but who knows if she will co into contact with us again ten thousand years later.

It was so long ago that Duke himself had forgotten about it. Now thinking back, Vashj was the tainted witness who knew all about his dark history and bad hobbies!

Tyrande was the high priestess. After being trained by him, she would keep her mouth shut as long as she was not embarrassed in public.

But Vashj has no scruples!

The hypocrite Duke was shocked!

"Ah! My glorious and great image! My heroic halo! It’s all gone—" Duke scread in his heart, "No, Vashj must be silenced."

Just as this thought ca to mind, the system AI suddenly complained, "Bitch is just hypocritical. Didn’t you silence her with the Duke Sword?"

Huh?

Yes!

What am I thinking about?

Vashj paused with her seductive eyes. Her sweet voice was like a cat’s paw scratching: "Dear master, I missed you ten thousand years ago. This ti I didn’t let go and offered my soul completely... This is indeed the right thing to do."

"Well..."

"I am your little maid Celica. I was, am, and will always be. As long as you don’t abandon , I will use everything I have to serve you forever." Having said this, Vashj paused, her face full of fanatical worship like a martyr: "Don’t worry, I will definitely keep the master’s secrets. Master, all your fantasies can be used on !"

Duke frowned and said righteously, "No! Actually, you misunderstood . At that ti, I was responsible for saving the world from being destroyed by the Burning Legion. So I indulged myself and pretended to be evil. I am not what you think."

"Really? The current master is not very convincing." Vashj teased with the slender fingers unique to the night elves.

"No! You’re wrong!" Duke said firmly.

"real?"

"Really!" Duke stood firm and unyielding!

"Okay, please accept my Naga clan’s ultimate secret technique Dragon Sucking Water!"

"Woo woo—"

"You can withstand this? Very good, take my move Six-Handed Tornado!" The rapidly spinning slender jade hands made Vashj in night elf form look like she really had six hands of a naga.

"This...this...this..."

As for Duke, there are always a few days every month when his moral integrity drops particularly badly.

He is always a gentleman, except when he is particularly ungentlemanly.

If the other party happens to catch your weakness, there’s nothing you can do.

The lower limit of moral integrity is man-made. When the artificial setting is destroyed by oneself, all that is left is the will to fight.

At this mont, in Duke’s mind, the only thing left was that extrely famous spell... the modified version.

"I am Sword Bone."

"Blood after blood after blood!"

"He has fought countless battles without losing."

"I have never been defeated, and I have never been misunderstood."

"Often standing on the top of the harem, drunk with victory."

"Therefore, moral integrity has no aning anymore."

"My body is destined to be born for one blood——"

Sigh! Didn’t it agree that Elune would guide Vashj to beco the demigod of justice in Azeroth?

Why is this guy so devilish?

He just gave up his first blood, but why is he so reckless?

Does Naga rely on waves to swim?

Anyway, Duke almost couldn’t control this goblin!

Here, Duke used the holy sword to teach the fairy Vashj a lesson, but he didn’t know that sothing almost happened in the Serpent Temple.

"What are we now? Slaves of humans? Maybe we were defeated, but our main force is still there. Why don’t we even have a decent status? What the hell is this? And I heard that because we once destroyed Kul Tiras, the Alliance commander Edmund wants to settle accounts with us for Jaina Proudmoore!"

The news brought up by the people below made Deepwater Lord Karathras secretly frightened.

Now the Naga have handed over almost everything, even the Coilfang Reservoir is controlled by people sent by the Alliance. Most of the Naga were sent to Terokkar Forest to repair waterways and clear wild monsters from the tributaries of the river.

If the Alliance wanted to burn bridges, it would be easy.

The entire Naga tribe, with more than 100,000 people, plus their vassal troops, waited for a whole day in anxiety.

On the third morning after their queen left, Vashj finally returned.

Every leader was stunned when they saw Vashj’s new look.

"Your Majesty, you..." Karathras had no idea what to say.

What appeared before the Naga tribe was an out-and-out night elf. If it weren’t for that recognizable, charming and cold face that hadn’t changed, everyone would have thought it was a different person.

Fair skin, slightly slender hands and legs, and red hair that falls to the waist. If it weren’t for the iconic Elves and eyebrows, one would even think this is a human rather than a night elf.

Not only the appearance, but also the aura has changed drastically.

If it was a towering mountain before, Vashj is now the entire earth, vast and incomparably solemn.

Vashj shook her hair and said, "I have good news for you all. I have beco the demigod of Azeroth and will be nad the goddess of the lake of Lordare."

What?

The real demigod of Azeroth?

It took the Nagas several seconds to react.

This is great news!

What’s the benefit of joining the Burning Legion? He seed so powerful, but he was slaughtered like a dog by the natives in their eyes. The huge demon army was slaughtered to ashes, and the grass was three feet high on the grave of Archimonde, the commander of the legion.

He was forced to join Illidan, who was affiliated with the Legion, but was beaten black and blue by those bones in Draenor. Finally, he ca to Outland, a remote place, to eat and wait for death.

So what if we dominate the outer realms?

Who doesn’t know that the core of this planet has been shattered and the entire planet may be destroyed at any ti?

Is it really interesting to do aningless work of pumping water on this suspended continent which is becoming increasingly dry and breaking apart every day?

Countless Nagas are thinking of returning to the Endless Sea. Fighting with deep-sea monsters every day at the bottom of the sea would be more rewarding than it is now.

Now, it seems that we have lost to the combined forces of the Alliance and the Horde.

Lost face, won substance.

Look at the storm emblem pinned on the left breastplate of Her Majesty Queen Vashj!

In the past few days, they have already figured out that those who can possess the Storm Badge are the most loyal ones in the Alliance!

Every Naga’s eyes lit up.

It turns out that Her Majesty the Queen is trying to seek status for us!

In just a mont, all the Nagas present raised their longbows or tridents high in their hands.

"Long live His Majesty Vashj—"

"Your Majesty Vashj is wise and powerful!"

No matter how much flattery there is, it never gets worn out. The cunning of the Nagas also cos from the court struggles in Azshara in ancient tis.

Anyway, flattering won’t hurt anyone. Those guys who had just questioned Karathras imdiately changed their tune and praised him non-stop.

Vashj stood up, and with her graceful steps, her whole body was illuminated by the light of the lake, and she turned back into her Naga form.

The only difference is that the hideous and evil snake hair is gone, replaced by waist-length red hair that neither Nagas nor even night elves have.

Vashj swung her tallest arm on her right hand, and a cold, clear, and majestic voice rang out: "Okay, now, in the na of the Queen of Coilfang, the leader of your clan, I declare that from today on, I will serve as the servant of Edmund Duke, the demigod of the Azeroth Magic Web, as a personal maid, and change my na to Celega Eubitilia. And our clan will be renad Storm Naga."

The Nagas didn’t think there was anything wrong with changing their na and joining a new master. After all, after thousands of years, the Nagas that were once united and led by Queen Azshara had already split apart.

The most loyal royalists are one part, and the rest are each looking for their own way: there are heretics who believe in the long-dead water elental lord Neptulon, there are also non-believers, and there are those who directly bypass Azshara and kneel down to lick C’Thun and beco servants of the Old Gods.

Everyone is happy to see themselves joining a more powerful master.

As for Vashj becoming a maid, if it were the human concept, this would be a slap in the face, self-degradation or sothing like that.

The Naga is not like that.

Ten thousand years of brutal competition in the underwater world had already made them develop the habit of respecting the strong. Not to ntion being a maid, wouldn’t it be the sa for their own queen to be a slave with them?

What’s more, when Vashj explained that she was baptized by Elune and then joined Duke’s army, the Nagas actually looked up to their queen even more.

Returning to Azeroth and making enemies with N’Zoth is a terrifying thing, but having Elune as a golden thigh behind him is another matter.

Moreover, being granted the title of Lordare Lake was also a clever move, as it was equivalent to avoiding direct competition and confrontation with N’Zoth, the Lord of the Deep Sea.

N’Zoth’s power in water is great, but in the shallow water of Lake Lordare, his power must be greatly reduced.

On the other hand, Duke also solved a problem.

You should know that when N’Zoth ambushed Deathwing Neltharion in Lordaeron City, he attacked directly from Lake Lordare and almost let Neltharion escape.

There was no way out before because the conditions were not there, but now with Vashj, Duke will definitely not allow such a ti bomb to appear on his territory again.

For Vashj, who was only a demigod, a vast inland lake was absolutely perfect for cultivating her divine power. It could both nourish herself and provide space for expansion. Vashj had personally explored it and found that there was a waterway deep in Lake Lordare that led to the Endless Sea.

After the announcent, Deepwater Lord Caratheras had one last question: "Your Majesty, why did you change your na to Celega or sothing?"

Vashj raised her eyebrows and said, "Vashj was one of the culprits who destroyed Kul Tiras Island. The night before yesterday, the evil Coilfang Queen Vashj was killed by Jaina Proudmoore. So, Vashj is dead. The new ms. of the Lake and leader of the Storm Naga, Celica Eubitilia, is the new leader who is completely loyal to Master Edmund Duke. Do you understand what I an?"

At this mont, all of Vashj’s n understood.

Isn’t it just fooling humans?

It’s just that the dicine remains the sa in a different form.

Queen Vashj, on the other hand, didn’t even change the dicine.

Well, replacing the head with a night elf’s can be considered a head transplant. Anyway, Nagas look the sa to humans, so isn’t it easy to deceive humans?

In fact, politics is just like that.

Of course, since she was conferred the title of demigod, Vashj would not let her subordinates suffer any harm.

The first thing that was bestowed upon the most loyal Naga was the incomplete Ultimate Transfiguration. Even if it was a weakened version that could only allow the Naga to maintain the upper elf form for half an hour, it was enough to make the Naga, who had been miserable for ten thousand years, cry with joy.

The second is a batch of epic equipnt that was eliminated from Molten Core. The Naga don’t have many blacksmiths, and their tallurgical technology is terrible. With this batch of weapons, it can be regarded as a good upgrade.

In addition, there are also so magical inheritances and so on.

After stabilizing the Storm Naga clan, Vashj hurried back to Karazhan.

As soon as I returned to the top of the tower, I saw Jaina coming out.

"Good day, ms. Proudmoore." Vashj, dressed in a white lace maid’s uniform, stepped aside obediently, knelt down gently and perford a ms.’s salute.

ms.?

This na made Jaina feel sweet in her heart.

She ca to her senses imdiately, stared at Vashj for three seconds, and finally nodded, but said sothing cruel: "I don’t care how many masters you have served, if you dare to betray Duke, I will kill you again even if you are a god."

"My ms., you are too kind. I, Celica Eubitilia, have never changed my loyalty since Master Edmund gave the na!" Vashj said with a double aning.

Jaina stared at her again, and finally sighed softly: "Serve Duke well."

"I will."

Watching Jaina swaying her body and leaving in her iconic belly-exposing mage robe, Vashj bowed and smiled secretly.

"Of course I will take good care of my master..."

This ti, she saw through it completely.

Maybe this is fate.

This epic struggle between all living beings on Azeroth and the Burning Legion does not belong to any one person or any one sage.

But as a tiny individual like her, if she wants to struggle to survive, she must find the most reliable support.

Fate once gave her a chance, but after missing it, she endured hardships for ten thousand years.

This ti she said she would not let go of the opportunity no matter what, and as a result she now has this comfortable feeling of breaking free from the cage and fate, and being able to fly freely in the vast sky and the sea.

Isn’t the authentic demigod of Azeroth a thousand tis better than that self-proclaid king who collapsed Outland?

What’s the point of following Illidan?

Even though he seems to be very powerful and is the king of the outside world, he is a complete loser in front of Duke.

The Tyrande he loved was already in Duke’s arms, with the vast grassland on his head.

He was addicted to fel energy, but he couldn’t defeat Arthas. On the contrary, Arthas was just a poor guy who was beaten by Duke again and again. But Illidan couldn’t even defeat Arthas...

Once the allied forces arrived in Outland, the solid Hellfire Citadel was destroyed in a short ti. Hundreds of thousands of evil orcs were in chaos, and 200,000 to 300,000 were captured or killed.

When they arrived at Zangarmarsh, they filled up the swamp without any reason and killed more than half of the Naga’s precious flying snakes.

Fortunately, she surrendered quickly when she saw the opportunity, and there was still a fate from ten thousand years ago, otherwise...

"I always have a feeling that if I hadn’t surrendered to my master, I would have died in the Serpent Temple..." Vashj murmured to herself, "I never believed that there are heroes in the world who can change their destiny. Master, it is you who changed ..."

Vashj was a little self-deprecating. She herself hadn’t expected that such a yearning was hidden in her heart: "Thank you, my master, thank you for making realize my own limitations..."

Imdiately, a voice in her heart urged her on.

Hurry and hold on to this life-saving straw!

Gently pushing open the door, Vashj saw Vanessa, who looked at her unhappily. She nodded politely, then pushed open the door of the inner room and walked in.

"Vashj, aren’t you going to deal with the Naga tribe?" Duke’s voice gave Vashj an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Vashj first gave a very standard court maid’s salute, then lowered her head and said graciously, "Thank you, Master, for allowing to pass on the Ultimate Transfiguration to the outside world. Now the entire Storm Naga is praising the Master’s greatness."

"Storm Naga?"

"That’s the na we, the Nagas, gave ourselves to thank our master for saving us from our ugly appearances for thousands of years. If our master thinks it’s inappropriate, we’ll change it imdiately. But our joy at returning to our beauty is absolutely not false."

Duke had to smile bitterly.

Elves are very conceited, whether they are night elves, high elves, high elves, or later blood elves, they all claim to be the most beautiful creatures in the world. As for other races, even if they are recognized in other places, they will never give in to beauty.

To prove that she was not lying, Vashj also showed Duke a magical video of the Nagas being ecstatic after transforming back into high elves.

This isn’t really fake.

"Do they know that they are still Naga at heart?"

"Of course, even so, they are very grateful. Just like , I also doubted whether the upper elf I transford into with the Ultimate Transfiguration was my true self or an illusion. But during those unforgettable and painful years, this was my best spiritual comfort."

This guy is really good at flattering.

Vashj stepped forward and said, "My Storm Naga clan and I are extrely grateful for your gift, so we are willing to do anything for you, even to die for you."

That’s a bit exaggerated.

Duke sounded weird.

At this mont, Duke suddenly discovered that there was a layer of water vapor surrounding Vashj. It was like when Duke was not familiar with elental energy, he let several energy balls mixed with arcane, fire, and frost surround him, on the one hand to connect with him, and on the other hand to improve his status.

It is understandable that Vashj is of Naga origin.

But who can tell him why Vashj’s white gauze skirt becos almost completely transparent once it cos into contact with moisture?

A pair of long legs, straight and just the right amount of plump, coupled with the hazy water vapor, it’s simply !

Gentleman Duke frowned and said, "It’s working ti now. Don’t do this kind of tricks again."

Vashj bowed deeply, and a dazzling white light blinded Duke’s krypton gold dog eyes.

"I don’t know why, but I suddenly want to...I want to..."

Duke summoned up the little moral strength he had and said sternly, "I said..."

"real?"

"real!"

Suddenly, Vashj stuck out her flexible little tongue.

It’s really flexible!

She is obviously an upper elf now, and her seemingly slightly longer tongue can perform stunts that theoretically only Nagas can do - the first is a 360-degree backward roll.

"Humph!" Duke tried to remain calm.

Then, after returning to the starting position, turn one circle to the left and rotate the tip of the tongue 360 ​​degrees.

"Uh!" This is a bit powerful!

Return to the position again, this ti turning one and a half circles to the right, plus a lightning-like 1080-degree turn of the tongue tip.

Duke’s wall of moral integrity was instantly smashed to pieces under Vashj’s tongue battering ram!

Woohoo——

My moral integrity -

Gone forever!

Ten minutes later, Vanessa knocked on the door and ca in. She said coldly, "Master, a cat that always wanted to steal fish has disappeared from the Mage’s Tower."

"Well, is that so?" Duke sat seriously behind the large desk, leaning back in a comfortable chair.

"I heard that this cat ran here."

"No... this... must be... an illusion."

Vanessa’s ears moved, and she imdiately put on a sullen face: "Dear Master Duke of Beasts, I have the obligation to remind you that the Alliance Magic Mirror eting is about to begin. Please hurry up! Get! Ready!!"

"Yeah! Almost there! Almost there! Right away!" Duke frowned.

Vanessa stomped her feet and walked away angrily.

Duke was excited and beca a great sage.

In the realm of sages, Duke began to think about life - he had fucking managed to deal with his beloved Tyrande, and he had maliciously taken over two of his capable generals, Kael’thas and Vashj.

I wonder if Illidan will really beco a real villain after pretending to be a villain too much?

Well, this problem seems to be serious...