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In her dreams, she could always see the natural scenery that she had never seen before, and the incredible things that this land had never seen before.

She saw the trolls of Zandalar prostrate in front of the majestic temples in front of the stone statues of the djinn, she saw the unprecedented scenery and race in the Splendid Valley, and she saw the magnificent pyramids built by the strange cats in the distant desert.

And that's not all.

Esshara also saw the remnants of the memories of the torrent of this world's history, and she saw that in ancient times, the four elemental lords who ruled this world, the flame lord Ragnaros, the water lord Nepturon, the wind lord Orakir, and the stone mother Serrazane.

They once dominated almost everything in Azeroth, and fought each other for millennia until the Old Gods from the Void rained down their thick haze on the land, enslaved several elemental lords to their use, and created the Faceless and Yakee Zerg to assist them in order to control the planet and hatch the Star Souls.

However, their ambitions were eventually dashed by the Titans who arrived, and now three of the four Old Gods who invaded Azeroth are left behind, dormant in the darkness, waiting for the moment to return to the surface.

Such a sight made Azhara excited, even if it was just a scaly claw under the huge background, it was something Azhara had never seen before, she suddenly felt very small, her past knowledge of the world was just a speck of dust in front of the truth, she used to think that the army of three thousand trolls was already an incredible number, but seeing the unparalleled war that once took place in the land of Azeroth, from the horizon to the black pressure of the minions of the ancient gods, only to know that the trolls into it are just a drop in the ocean.

The more she felt like this, the more she felt her own insignificance and inadequacy, and the more she wanted to know more.

Dreams seemed to satisfy her desires. Hope.

Esshara is like a conglomerate of contradictions.

She is beautiful, intelligent, kind, gentle, industrious, and generous, and can apply almost all the beautiful words in this world to her, but at the same time she is also good at trickery, she can be ruthless and unscrupulous, she loves power, and she also has a little vanity.

In this way, she is not perfect, but has many shortcomings.

In fact, the light in the light is just an ordinary person, but her golden eyes seem to reflect a path destined to be different.

Aishara saw the future in her dreams.

The self in the dream, bright and loved, was embraced by her people to become the queen. Her warriors carved out the wilderness for her, and it took only three years for the Night Elves to wipe out the trolls that had reigned in the land for millennia after Essarien established their capital.

The Trolls of the Amani Empire who had invaded her territory were bloodied by the slain Lost Armor, and their territory shrank rapidly, becoming a territory where the banners of the Night Elves were flying, and from that vast territory they could only curl up in Zuaman to survive the **** wound, and another powerful Troll Empire, Gulabash, also tasted an indescribable defeat in the confrontation with the Night Elf tribes - powerful arcane tore apart their troops, all their resistance, Even the protracted war with the Bugmen didn't break the trolls' backbones like this.

Eventually, their spiritual pillar and leader, the Trolls of Zandalara, in order to preserve and perpetuate their bloodline, submit to Azhara, and the Trolls must swear never to set foot in the territory of the Night Elves.

It was the time of the Night Elves, the dynasty of Cadore.

Magnificent palaces and ancestral halls were built, and the footprints of the Night Elves had almost covered the entire land of Camlido, and the Queen's prestige was recalled in this land all night, but many things were also buried at this time.

Instead of waiting for Azhara to feel happy and comfortable with the flowery dream in front of her, she saw a terrible future.

The city destined to become the capital of the Night Elves collapsed before her eyes, and the Well of Eternity was torn apart by terrifying energy, from which a flood of inexplicable monsters poured into the world. As she watched her people slaughter and her proud throne and palace in flames, Azhara screamed in rage to stop the intruders, only to be met with endless laughter and the corpses of her fellow slashes......

When Azhara woke up from her dream, it was midnight, but her sleepiness was gone. The silk underwear was already in a cold sweat against her proud body, and she thought carefully about the scenes in her dream, and the effects of each scene were like movie clips reproduced in her mind at a glance, along with the sense of despair that came from the bottom of her heart surrounded her.

The rasse of crimson bodies, winged and spiky creatures crept in her ears again, causing Azhara to shudder in her insecure hugs. This went on for a while, and she suddenly tore off the blanket sewn from animal skins on the bed, and ran out of the room from the bed.

"Lord Azara?" The maid Sandora rubbed her eyes and walked out of the other side of the room, she was a little tired at first, until she saw Azhara burst through the door and came to her senses: "Lord Azhara! ”

Aisara's purpose was very clear, and she went straight to the house where Eren lived, and when she knocked on the door, Alan, who was a little angry by the tireless harassment, didn't have time to complain, but when she opened the door, she was stunned, and in front of him, it was Aishara who was wearing only a thin nightgown.

In this era, there is no such thing as underwear, so there is a vacuum in Aisara, who is only wearing a nightdress woven from silk. That thin layer of silk, where could it completely cover Aisara's ******** figure, and Alan could even see the two protrusions through the translucent silk.

The hormone secretion in his body accelerated, and his mouth was dry for a while, does this mean that?

And it was at this time that Azhara begged him, "Can you let me in?" ”

Alan raised his eyebrows, then reacted quickly, pretending not to care and said, "Come in, of course, it must be fine." ”

The stumbling speech revealed his inner nervousness, and as Azshara approached the house from his side, Eren took a look at the movement outside, made sure that no one else was there, closed the door, and then added a confinement spell to the door of his house.

Even if the other party demolished this room, he didn't want to enter through this door.