Chapter 308: Happiness and Sorrow
"Illidan!" Tyrande finally ran in front of Illidan, and worry was written on the priestess's face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
"Use the power of the Well of Eternity against itself...... You're going to throw the whole world into chaos! Don't forget the story of 'Arutalis'......"
As the priestess of the Temple of the Moon and the acolyte of Elune, Tyrande clearly knows more about the legends and history of the Well of Eternity than Illidan.
"Arutalis is nothing more than an ancient legend!"
"Could it be that the big hole that has cracked, the generations of Kalimdor, is also a legend?"
Illidan waved his hand violently, motioning for Tyrande to stop talking.
"Nobody knows what's going on in that city, maybe it doesn't exist at all! Don't tell me your stories of wisdom and fear......"
"Illidan ......"
"Enough!"
Illidan looked furious, his face contorted slightly.
"I don't have time to listen to your stories right now, I'm going to rush to the Well of Eternity and destroy the Burning Legion!"
After saying that, Illidan ignored the aggrieved Tyrande, picked up his weapon and rushed to the entrance of the palace.
The others may not have understood what the two were arguing about, but Illidan began to rush towards the queen's palace, with Doungard and Yug leading his men to follow.
However, without waiting for them to rush to the entrance of the palace.
Two curved blades flew out from the entrance to the palace, grazing the cheeks of both men. If it weren't for the fact that both of them were veterans with a rich sense of battle, the horror would be more than just leaving a scratch on the face.
Immediately after the blade flew out was the tall figure of the Demon Hunter.
Illidan was knocked out like a cannonball, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"Her Majesty!"
Aisara's noble and graceful figure appeared at the entrance of the palace. Varoson and the Praetorian Guards quickly withdrew from the battle, guarding the Elven Queen.
"Get out of the way!"
The Queen's voice was soft and majestic, and the unquestionable tone of her voice made Valosen's heart tighten.
Could it be that the wise queen has returned?
"Yes, my Queen."
Esshara walked gracefully through the Praetorian Guards, apparently accustomed to the fanatical and adoring gaze of the Praetorian Guards.
"You're the ones who want to enter my palace?"
The battle continues, and the demons of the Burning Legion simply do not listen to the orders of the Elven Queen.
Crassus glanced at Ronin and Malfurion, and Malfurion stepped forward.
The druid bowed slightly to Azhara.
"Your Majesty, we have no intention of offending." Even if it is suspected that the queen in front of her has betrayed the Night Elves, Azhara's thousands of years of prestige are not easily erased.
"The Burning Legion is using the Dragon's Soul to open portals, and we must make our way through the palace to stop them! Otherwise, Kalimdor will face a catastrophe! β
"So what?" Aishara frowned. The queen's every move was full of charm, and even Malfurion herself couldn't help but move slightly.
"Without the master's consent, he led people who wanted to storm my palace. Tens of thousands of years of politeness by the Night Elves have thrown you to Mount Hyjal! β
"What are you talking so much nonsense to him for! Azhara has taken refuge in the Burning Legion, and she's stalling for our time! β
Illidan got back to his feet with Tyrande's support and yelled at Azhara.
"Rude! Barbarous! β
Azhara waved her hand. There was a crisp 'pop', and Illidan almost fell to the ground with his face covered.
The rage almost ignited Illidan entirely. The Demon Hunter struggled to break free of Tyrande, the runes on his body gleaming, and his hands began to glow with black light.
"Illidan, stop!"
Malfurion commanded his brother. But the latter obviously didn't care, and the black light in his hand became more and more abundant. Illidan's face was fierce and distorted, and he jerked out his palm to cast a spell.
The elven queen stood indifferently in front of everyone, waving her hand seemingly casually. The magic that Illidan was about to cast suddenly dissipated, and the magical energy that had gathered in his hands disappeared without a trace. It's like they didn't exist at all.
"You...... What have you done to me? Illidan's face was full of horror, and he kept dancing his hands in disbelief, "Why can't I sense the magic anymore, why!" What kind of demonic sorcery are you?! β
"Ignorance! Do you think that if you are lucky enough to gain a little power from the Demon King, you will be able to run amok? Varosson's disdainful sneer enraged Illidan.
"Seems like a silence spell?" Ronin asked Crassus in a whisper. Even though he studied under Dalaran, who claimed to be the Magic Kingdom, Ronin was amazed by the spells cast by Queen Azhara.
"Perhaps." Crassus frowned, "He looks like he's been sealed with power, and he can't sense the magic around him. This spell means ......"
Only then did the two realize that the elven queen in front of them was not simple, and Eshara's magical attainments might be even more superb than the red dragon queen.
"Carl? What about Al, where is he? β
To everyone's surprise, Aishara did not continue to attack, but suddenly asked about Carl. Except for Azhara and Fasqi's master and servant, everyone else was confused.
It's just that Aishshara has an inexplicable expectation for Elune's messenger.
High in the sky above the palace, Karl looked at himself with a wry smile on his face, looking at Onexia who was waiting for you to explain, feeling the power of the dragon at his waist.
"I said it was a fortuitous coincidence, do you believe it?"
"I believe it, of course I do!"
An inexplicable smile appeared on Onexia's face.
Carl's heart was trampled by a group of grass and mud horses, how could he be so unlucky. If you don't come sooner or later, you come at this time, and you can also listen to the ambiguous question of Aishara, who is obviously considered by Onexia. Although Heilong MM has always been very generous to his flowers, as a woman, how can there be some emotions in her heart.
Karl didn't want to and wouldn't cheat on Onexia, but this time it was a bit hard to talk about - should he tell his woman that he had accidentally fallen for a trick and almost became a stallion?
"Long time no see, Your Majesty!"
Just when Luo Ning and the others didn't know how to answer the elven queen for a while, Karl's voice came from the sky.
The blue uniform, red cape, and the big S pattern on the chest - the signature outfit of the Star Messenger, falling like a meteor, and falling like a feather.
There was a gleam of joy in Azara's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure when she saw Carl holding a woman in her arms.
"Carl? Al, Starbringer. I can't believe that we will meet again in such a situation. I've been missing you since we parted. β
Azhara walked over to Carl, oblivious to the glare of Onexia beside him. Ronin and Crassus, who knew who Carl and Onexia were and what was going on, coughed and turned their heads wisely.
"Why don't you call me by my name just like you used to?"
Without waiting for Karl to reply, Azhara turned her head and deliberately looked at Onexia with a curious look.
"This is your lover? Congratulations on finally finding her. β
"Katrana." Onexia laughed suddenly, and her poppy and poppy-like smile made her charm and maturity unmistakable, and she was no more than Azhara did.
"I'm Carl's lover. Nice to meet you, Her Majesty the Night Elves! β
Onexia stretched out her white hand to Issa.
The Elven Queen froze imperceptibly, but then reacted - Karl had shown her that this was the way to meet and greet him in his hometown.
Isa stretched out his right hand and held it together with Onexia, the purple and white hands shaking 'gently' under the gaze of the crowd.
"I, too, yes! Ms. Katranaβ"
(To be continued.) )