Sitting on the throne in the Forbidden Palace, Azhara lost all the color of blood on her face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's over......" she muttered, "it's all over......"

Aisara's handmaidens surrounded her and screamed wildly. The Empress held an empty glass, unwilling to believe what was happening. She is Azhara, the brightest light, she is the light, the light is her!

Knowing that destruction was imminent, she still stubbornly told herself that she would never allow this kind of thing to happen!

Sargeras refused to marry her.

She's just a wretched creature who gets used up and gets rid of it.

Perhaps many of her followers saw the humiliating scene, but she still wouldn't admit to them that she was wrong.

She abandoned the people, and eventually she was also abandoned by the 'gods' she worshipped.

What an irony!

How bitter is this!?

The rumbling of the surrounding symbolic destruction grew louder and louder. The palace, which had sunk to the bottom of the water, began to shroud itself in darkness, unable to see through even the dark vision that the Night Elves had been blessed with.

The only light in the palace comes from the furious power of the Well of Eternity. The dark waters of the lake began to pour into the palace, washing away her two maids at once. The maid let out a shrill cry and quickly disappeared into the lake.

"I'm Azhara!"

The empress muttered silently in her heart, her expression still grim. She cast a spell, and a magical shield suddenly appeared around her and the living maid beside her.

"My wish is supreme!"

She used her powerful mana to keep the lake out, but as the water deepened, the pressure on the magic shield increased rapidly. Aisara's brow tightened, and beads of sweat were already oozing from her forehead, the first time in her life that she had sweated.

Then...... The familiar and disgusted voice in the darkness whispered to her.

"We ...... There is a way...... Make you stronger...... Stronger than ever...... We can help you ......."

The Empress is not stupid at all.

Especially when a woman has just woken up from the dream of love, this woman is definitely in the most shrewd and wise moment of her life.

She knew her shield wouldn't last long. Soon the icy waters will consume her and her followers, and the glory of the city of Aishara will be erased from this world forever.

The silver-haired Elven Empress nodded.

"Ahh She was in sharp pain. She felt her limbs twist and tangle. She also felt her back turn into liquid, as if it had suddenly melted......

Her magical shield was annihilated.

Azhara let out a high-pitched, desperate cry as she was submerged in the lake. She also heard the cries of others coming from the depths of the lake...... Her handmaidens, her guards, and the other high-class elves who still serve her.

The lake soon filled her lungs, but she didn't drown......

Riding Alexstrasa, Duke gazes as a spectator at the mega-city, which symbolizes the Night Elves' supreme arcane civilization, and is sucked into the center of the great maelstrom.

Duke didn't know if he was now following history or changing it. For a moment, he even thought to himself that if the city of Azhara could be blown apart before it sank, then a new masterpiece would be born.

It's a pity that since he dared to summon the Elder Gods and used Empress Esshara to trap Sargeras, then the Elder Gods who caught up with the line, such as Enzos, would not let Empress Azhara and her followers go.

It is likely that centuries later, new horrors will begin to breed beneath the seabed.

Duke looked away from the center of the Well of Eternity. Witnessing this standard catastrophe quickly disperse in all directions.

Large swaths of the ancient Kalimdor continent are still being dragged into the lake, and the power of the terrifying sight is undiminished. It looks like a domino effect, with the land toppling and the horizon expanding.

The only thing that is fortunate is that because the Burning Legion is killing people around the city of Azhara, all the creatures in this vicinity have basically run out. Otherwise, it would be another super-large-scale devastation, and Duke might really feel a little guilty.

What a pity!

Mountains were uprooted. Large swaths of land split apart in the churning whirlpool and disappeared into the center of the whirlpool.

Sitting on top of the Red Dragon Queen, Duke saw the land inhabited by the elves disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye. No force can withstand the devastating onslaught of the Well of Eternity.

Perhaps even the bloody slaughter of the Burning Legion is nothing to nature...... After all, what the Burning Legion has done doesn't seem to be comparable to what is happening at this moment.

Outside of his reach, the wheels of history still follow their inherent inertia.

Without external forces, everything is inevitable!

A red dragon approached his queen at high speed, and Luo Ning sat on a red dragon and waved his arms vigorously, and he looked excited to see that the master was safe and sound.

Du ...... Master Kang!"

Luo Ning, who is still very simple, almost leaked his mouth, and Duke gave him a blank look.

A few more dragons came over.

Grom clearly saw Duke, and then ......

"Humph!" he turned his head away.

Whether he was sulking because he couldn't repay the favor, or something else, no one knows.

Crassus also came, smiling.

Vanessa, on the other hand, the maid with a bad stomach didn't say anything, but when Duke looked at her. This bad maid, who often challenged her master with fancy tricks, looked at Tyrande in Duke's arms, and then her face was full of ridicule, and she actually said a few words to Duke with her mouth - fowl, beast, duke!

No, no, no!

It must have been too windy, I was dazzled and misplaced.

Confess leniently, and sit through the prison.

As an honest and reliable Xiaolangjun, how could Du Mouke admit such a thing?

It must be an illusion!

It's definitely the world's fault!

Hahahaha!

In the distance, the outline of Mount Hyjal appears on the horizon.

Looking from above, Duke could see a large army of Night Elves, mainly the Night Elves, moving towards Mount Hyjal. Their blue-purple figures are easily recognizable.

Behind them, the waves of destruction were still in the distance behind them, seemingly chasing them closely.

Tyrande suddenly became nervous, and she asked Duke, "My compatriot...... Will they get away with it?"

Duke glanced at the surface, and the system elf quickly compared the surroundings to the geography of 10,000 years from now.

If there is no miscalculation, this is already the territory of the future Durontal.

Duke was extremely sure: "It's okay, the disaster of destruction will not reach here." ”

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ps, the big guy who gave me the leader of the alliance at the beginning of last month specially registered a name that made me feel a little embarrassed - just ask the storm god to write to the end of the world.

Is this a shameful play? or is it some kind of public execution?

Okay, big guy, I received your wish, but it's a pity that Yunfei's ability is limited and he can't write to the end of the world! First of all, I don't have the ability to live for thousands of years......

Poof, I'll try my best to write anyway. The rules of the paste can't be broken, and the alliance leader can't owe it...... So be it!