War?

No, of course it's not war, the world has just returned to fragile peace for less than 1 year, and no one except a madman would choose to start a war at this time.

Azeroth's largest group of madmen had been banished to Draenor two years earlier, and under the command of the Dominant, they had become an indispensable force in the Draenor war zone, although according to Illidare's observations, they were even crazier than before, but for the soldiers of the war, it was a good thing.

The slightly brutal "exile" system is still in place, but petty thieves will no longer be exiled directly to that cruel world, unless a felony is committed, and in general, the social situation in Azeroth has slowly recovered during the year, although it will take a little time to recover to its peak.

Dick's figure stepped through the Dark Gate into the cursed land of Azeroth, a dark red land synonymous with barrenness and barrenness, where it is hard to imagine living creatures, but in fact, just beyond the large crater erected by the Dark Gate, the town that had been used as a garrison had grown into a city, small but commercial.

As far as the paladins see, it has almost become an important stronghold of the smuggling industry in the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor, with the enjoyment and weapons from Azeroth, and the rare medicinal herbs, rare minerals and creatures from the world of Draenor all of which are highly sought-after high-end goods in both worlds.

Smugglers from the goblin consortium buy raw materials at the lowest prices and sell the goods they bring for two bucks, and these cunning green-skinned dwarves are the city's biggest financiers, but there are other small shrimp who get a slice of this fully established business.

For example, the merchant guilds of Stormwind, such as the deep mountain mining company of Ironforge, even the famous carriage merchants of Gilneth, and the representatives of various warbands in the Outlands, in short, this city known as "built in hell" has become more and more prosperous, and the upper echelons have turned a blind eye to it, and the huge taxes paid by the city have even caused Stormwind to send several capable tax collectors.

It was a perverse prosperity based on the interconnectedness of the world, but Dick had not studied economics, so in his opinion, since this kind of commerce already existed, it was an inevitable consequence and did not need his interference.

The paladins stepped out of the Dark Gate, and the Iron Giants stationed on either side of the Dark Gate immediately saluted, Dick waved his hand to signal them to continue their duties, and then looked into the famous "Eternal Night" sky of the Cursed Lands, where the stars were brighter than anywhere else.

"It's peace... It's a wonderful taste. ”

Dick sighed, and after taking a step, his figure turned into a silver ray and disappeared in place, soaring as fast as he could towards the center of Azeroth.

In the Maelstrom, the Broken Isles, something unexpected happened.

In the border area between Surama and Asuna, at this time, the red maple leaves on the magic plain outside Surama City have been fully bloomed, making this land transformed by magic like a red velvet shawl, extremely beautiful, coupled with the ruins and broken walls with the style of High Elves that appear from time to time between the maple leaf forests, it adds a decay and residual luxury here.

The elf in a white gauze dress walked in the maple forest of Sulama, her long skirt dragged on the ground, it should have been covered with dust and falling maple leaves, but no, where she walked, the dust avoided, and the maple leaves swirled and flew up, as if to make way for this beautiful and inhuman-like girl, and let go of the innate nobility, she chose to retreat.

She wore light silk gloves on her hands, and on her forehead was a splendid and brilliant headband of precious stones, which were unusually smooth and polished by skilled craftsmen, and pasted on her smooth forehead, did not take away any of her eyes, on the contrary, the most beautiful jewels, as if to reflect her presence.

It is like a pure white light, born from the light, out of the light.

She carried a small crown, which was searched by countless Naga in the depths of the sea, and finally found the symbol that best represented her identity, a real treasure that had been exchanged from history, which had belonged to her, had been lost for 10,000 years, but had returned to her hands again.

Isaa stretched out her hand and gently stroked a hanging maple branch, like caressing her lover's face, and in the depths of her silver eyes, there was a lingering melancholy and nostalgia, standing on the land that once belonged to her, looking at the past where things were wrong, the corner of the queen of the deep sea also shed a tear of nostalgia at the moment when no one noticed.

Soon, however, when she stepped out of the Maple Leaf Forest, she saw an army loyal to her, tall and sturdy Naga royal guards, and petite but powerful storm callers, all lined up in two rows to welcome Her Majesty's return.

There was no longer nostalgia for the past on Azara's face, her left hand gently flicking the tidal scepter representing the authority of the Deep Sea Kingdom, her gaze was cold, she looked at the two figures standing by the sea, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Even if she returned to civilization and established contact with other forces, it did not mean that she had forgotten the betrayal she had made 10,000 years ago, whether it was Tyrande, Malfurion, or the archmage Elisandr who had sworn allegiance to her.

She hasn't forgotten, and she doesn't need to forget, women always hold grudges, let alone a queen who controls the seas of the world?

"Elisander, we haven't seen each other in 10,000 years, have we?"

Eshara stepped out of the beach, wearing a pair of high heels made by the most skilled dwarven craftsmen on her tiny feet, like fairy tale jewel shoes, and this shoe was undoubtedly more expensive and more beautiful than the fairy tale ruby shoes.

Hearing Azhara's casual inquiry, the look on the emaciated and pale face of the Grand Magister Elisander changed drastically, and she hurriedly leaned down and saluted,

"Venerable Queen, I never thought that I would see you again after 10,000 years, this is the greatest honor of my life!"

Ignoring the lost dog, she had known about Elisander's fate for a long time, and had been driven out of Sulama City, where it was said that there was also the shadow of the World Manager, and she turned her gaze to the High Elf opposite Elisandr.

"Who are you?"

The Grand Arcanist Talisa bowed respectfully in the face of this gaze, in the time she was born, Aishara had already fallen to the bottom of the sea, she had only seen the record of this light in the scriptures, she never imagined that she would actually see Aishara one day.

"Your Majesty, the Queen of the Deep Sea, I am Talisa, an arcane master from Surama, the current ruler of Surama, and I am honored to meet a legendary man here. ”

Talisa's first impression of Azshara was... Sure enough, it is extraordinarily beautiful and noble, it is almost like a natural ruler.

However, compared to Elisander's sincere fear, Talisa's attitude is much more solemn, she is the current ruler of Sulamar, under her rule, the children of the night of Shadore have begun to gradually get rid of the hunger of demon addiction, although they need to be attached to the Phoenix Dynasty of Quel'Salas, in Sulama City, Talisa's prestige is already extremely high.

She abolished the unjust laws left by Elisander, she proclaimed that all men were equal, she dealt with the gangs that were rampant in the city, she opened the halls of the stars to civilians, bought enough food from Pandaria to alleviate hunger, and actively participated in world affairs, spreading the prestige of the newly revived Sulama, especially after participating in the War of the Dead and the battles outside of Draenor, Sulama had officially entered the world stage as a small force.

All of this makes Talisa a competent ruler, and she has her pride, which does not allow her to be too humble in front of Azhara, even if she herself is very curious about Azhara.

"Raise your head and let me see. ”

Aishara whispered, mildly, but with a hint of undeniable strength in her tone.

Talisa looked up, her face was no longer as thin and ugly as Elisandr's emaciated and ugly appearance tortured by demonic addiction, under the light of the mature Akando, Talisa's face and her body had returned to their original appearance, with a hint of dark purple skin, pointed chin, and ears that were shorter than the Night Elves, but longer than the Quel'Thalas Elves, and the eyes were the most outstanding.

The eyes that truly belong to the magician, full of wisdom and confidence, as well as a hint of proud stubbornness.

This look undoubtedly reminded Aishara of the proud magicians in the Kadore Elven Empire under her rule back then, so she nodded with satisfaction.

"Good... I'm glad to see the Children of the Night return to their former glory, even though you're out of the Elven Empire... Ah, let it pass, the Elven Empire is in the past, now that you have crawled out of that dark hell, go down bravely, Talissa. ”

Azhara withdrew her gaze, and she whispered,

"If Sulama is in trouble, you can always come to Vaskir to find me... I'd love to help you guys. ”

The promise was undoubtedly a surprise, and a gleam flashed in the depths of Talissa's gaze, and she whispered, "Thank you for your kindness, the light of the honorable light, and Surama will remember your kindness." ”

This sentence was spoken in the oldest Salas language, and the familiar salutation made Aishara startled, and then a look of pleasure appeared on her beautiful face, and she smiled and waved her hand, and Talisa stood aside, and Aishara continued towards the sea, and as she walked past Elisander, the queen threw down a sentence,

"I hate betrayers, I hate losers even more, and unfortunately, both of you are... But I'll give you a chance, Archmage, and take your soldiers and my warriors to garrison the Panya Reservoir in Draenor, where you can stay for 10 years, or find another place for Naga to live, and I'll allow you to return to the Deep Sea Kingdom!"

"I'll give you everything you want, but Elisander, remember, this is your last chance, if you're confident that you can overcome the furious waves of the four seas, then go for it, but next time, it won't be so easy. ”

Elisander fell to her knees, her face bitter, but it was the only chance for the desperate loser who had been expelled from Surama and had no choice but to defend the Night Fortress.

Her haughty head hung deeply,

"Thank you for your kindness, Her Majesty the Great Queen. ”

The queen waved her hand without looking back, and her loyal guards retreated into the sea like a tide, taking Elisandr with them, leaving only Aeshara and Talisa on the beach, and in front of them lay a delicate chest, in which an irregular, sword-like crystal was placed.

It shone with a golden light, warm and divine, but even as strong as Azhara could feel a whisper rising from within the moment she reached out and pressed her hand against the crystal surface.

A language she had not heard, but it was not evil, as if it were some kind of prophecy, or warning.

"What the hell is this... What's that?"

Aishara withdrew her fingers, a lingering look of doubt on her face.

"If I were you, I'd stay away from those weird things that fall from the sky... What looks good may be the most vicious curse. ”

A gentle voice sounded behind Azhara and Talissa, and the paladin strode out of the silver light, he was wearing a black hunting suit, and the power of the gods lingering in the four-colored light floated behind him, and the paladin also had a special demeanor.

"So, what the hell is this?"

Isa stretched out her fingers and brushed her silver hair back as she looked at Dick, whose gaze rested on the light-filled crystal, and after a moment he spoke,

"It's a prophecy, it's a bad future. ”

After speaking, the paladin glanced at the graceful Queen of the Deep Sea again, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Speaking of which, Your Majesty, do you believe in fate?"