Disasters, like hope, come unexpectedly.

The glorious era of the Night Elves continues, and Queen Azhara in the palace has received some special information.

The great light of the light, the light of a thousand moons, Eshara, her life is endlessly extended by arcane energy, this most beautiful elf, not only has the appearance of a vase, because of the power of the Well of Eternity for many years, Her Majesty is also an extremely powerful archmage, but because of the supreme brilliance of the queen, there is no need to do anything personally.

As usual, Aishara reclined lazily on the large terrace on the top floor of the palace, looking down at the Well of Eternity below, while gently shaking the moonshine glass in her hand.

"Queen, your afternoon tea snack. ”

The head lady-in-waiting, Vaschi, came softly, carefully placed the delicate pastries on the tray on the small table beside the chaise longue, and then stepped aside with great respect, waiting for any orders from Her Majesty.

At the door of the terrace, a male Night Elf in heavy armor stood like a sculpture, his right hand holding the rune-enchanted sword at his waist.

The Queen's most loyal Captain of the Guard, Varone, who gave everything he had to the Great Light of Light, guarded his master for decades.

However, Varone tried his best to hide his deep possessiveness for Azara, and sometimes he even suspected that his feelings had been discovered by the Queen, but Azhara said nothing about it.

The beautiful Light of Light does not fall in love with any elf, nor does it have a physical intersection with any elf.

She is not to be blasphemed, he must protect her, and only the great gods can be worthy of the queen, so Varone told himself.

And Aishara thought so, too.

It's just a pity that the gods didn't respond to this.

The moon god Elune didn't say anything, she knew by her name that she was a woman, and Azhara had no interest in same-sex relationships.

And Sarodar, the god of magic... Well, the god didn't know how to take care of himself at all, even though he asked the upper elves to take the lead many times, but the result was the same as the dragons: nothing.

I can't even compare to those so-called Chosen One! Azhara had some resentment, and some hatred arose from this.

Again, disasters and hopes, like hope, come inadvertently, and sometimes you can't even tell the difference between the two.

A mysterious being connects with him, and his voice comes from the Well of Eternity.

The voice told itself that the gods and his Endless Celestial Legions wanted to come to this world and would cleanse it of all filth.

The Night Elves, on the other hand, will become the sole darlings of the gods and will receive the highest ascension.

And Queen Azhara will rule the world forever, even becoming the wife of the gods.

God's Name: Sargeras.

All this can be done is simple, the queen only needs to order the mages to gather energy, harness the power of the Well of Eternity, and turn the well into a portal, and then welcome the arrival of the Celestial Legion.

And then... The Celestial Warriors will assist the elves in continuing to stabilize and expand the portal until it can carry the glory of the gods and allow the gods to descend into the world.

Aishara was intrigued and soon became obsessed.

Sargeras... GREAT GODS ...

God's wife ... Azhara ...

The name sounds great.

Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on Aisara's beautiful face.

And his rule will last forever.

"Varonn, my dear captain of the guard?"

Hearing the Queen's call, Varone immediately walked up quickly, bowed his head deeply, and desperately controlled himself not to pay attention to the hazy tulle dress that the Queen was wearing.

"I'm going to summon Darthrema* Sunchaser, and now, I'm going to give you a notice for me, is that okay?"

"As you wish, a light in the light. ”

Varoon took possession of the command, and then quickly retreated.

A few days later, the latest order for the upper elves was issued.

Queen Azhara needs to gather a group of the most elite archmages to leave for the capital city of Asarin, and embark on a glorious plan like never before.

At the same time, a magical message from Darth Rema* Sunstrider in Aisaline was sent back to Sulama City, with a list of the Chosen Ones.

The chosen archmages did not dare to delay, simply packed their bags, and immediately set off for the capital of Asaline.

Elisander will be in charge of Sulama and will continue to manage the city's day-to-day affairs and arcane studies, with the Eyes of Truth Council fully cooperating with her.

Darth Lema is very optimistic about Elisand, a former librarian, and believes that she is a talent with great potential and political thinking.

Not only is he easy to learn, but he also learns quickly, and at the same time he is extremely interested in government affairs and handles it very well.

Therefore, Elisand's ascent is flying fast, and this time ordering her to serve as the interim speaker can be regarded as giving her a chance to hone her skills, and observe the results she has made, and wait until everyone returns before making follow-up decisions.

It's just that everyone didn't expect that if they left, they would never come back.

In the area of Varsara, in the forest outside Crow Castle.

Above an overgrown clearing, a violent cloud of quicksand suddenly appeared, emitting energy fluctuations that mortals could not comprehend.

The next moment, two slender creatures were sprayed out by quicksand, and then fell to the ground fiercely.

"Ahh Nozdorm, can't he be gentle... My poor ass... Are we there? The War of the Ancients, on the eve of the Great Schism?"

Ronin got up from the ground, slapped the dirt off his robe, and reached out to pull his companion up.

The fiery red robe on Crassus's body was also covered with mud and messy at the moment, but he didn't care about his appearance anymore, but held his forehead with a pained expression.

"I feel ... It's a little strange.,It seems that there is some ability to be ... Oh no ... I can't transform, I can't regain my dragon form, I'm trapped in a human state, this can't be... I learned that there can't be two identical dragons in the world at the same time. ”

"Congratulations, it seems that you need to be familiar with the feeling of us humans using our feet to hurry, but then again, what Nozdorm sent us here for, the mystery of what we are not clear, and where we are... Enemy attack!"

Luo Ning, who was chattering, suddenly changed his face, turned around quickly, and held up a mana shield at the same time.

Sou!

A sharp arrow with a black feather tied to its end was now stuck in the dirt in front of the two of them, and the shaft of the arrow was still shaking slightly.

"Strange aliens, tell me what you are coming from, outsiders are not welcome in Crowsburg!"

Seven or eight Night Elves emerged from the forest not far away, and one of the mages was holding his staff, ready to attack at any moment.

"Crows?"

Ronin was stunned when he heard this, he and Crassus both knew Elven language.

What the hell did Nozdorm send the two of them to!

That ghostly ruin of the Broken Isles, the Crow's Keep?