The magnificent palace of the past has become a ruined garbage dump that old Garni was ecstatic about. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the garbage man is, he cannot travel across time and space to pick up garbage.

Around the collapsed palace, loyal and brave guards who were worried about the queen's safety had come from all directions to save their queen from being harmed by "assassins".

But the "spiritual fog" quietly rising around the ruins made them pour as much as they could.

It's like a sharp hammer hitting your forehead. If you can still maintain your sanity under such a heavy blow, then brother, I can only say that you are not an ordinary person.

In short, although there was a lot of movement, the scene was quite satisfying.

It even attracted the attention of Archimonde the Defiler who was sitting next to the Well of Eternity, but so far, the conversation between the Queen and the Silent One has remained undisturbed.

However, Queen Azshara, who was sitting on the garbage heap with disheveled hair, was in a very awkward state of mind at this moment...

That's right.

It's not the anger of being slapped in the face, nor the madness of being arrogant in the heart, but embarrassment!

It's as embarrassing as if the literate and acidic poem I wrote when I was young was read aloud in public.

If the timing hadn't been wrong and the Queen was now weak after her ultimate move, she would have been embarrassed enough to dig out a gorgeous temple for herself with her perfect toes.

The source of the embarrassment came from the Silent One who had just taught her a harsh lesson.

To be precise, it comes from the thing wrapped around the hand of this obscene evil god.

It was a small, delicate, obscene, dissolute, very in line with the corrupt and weird aesthetics of the upper elf, a lace-edged, very interesting little strip of cloth.

Well, it’s just a small strip of cloth!

Even if Lord Sargeras were here today, it would definitely be a small piece of cloth.

The queen closed her legs tightly.

She thought that this obscene god had "offended" her just now, but in fact, her skirt was intact under her skirt, and the places that should be protected were still protected.

But she really couldn't understand, where did the guy in front of her get this thing?

"Well, your focus is not quite right."

The Pirate Pirate glanced at Her Majesty Azshara, who had her head lowered and her face flushed, and then looked at the thing wrapped in his hand. He also felt embarrassed. He was not a pervert, how could he use such a thing to humiliate a queen like Azshara?

He swore it was just an accident.

Just to weaken the impact of the slap, he had to wrap his hands with some magical items that could weaken the force. He had many things prepared in his bag, but there was nothing more suitable than the Queen's sexy pants.

After all, it is legendary equipment.

Right?

Okay, Lord Quiet One can no longer compile it.

He did it on purpose...

"Where did you come from..."

Azshara quickly calmed down in the embarrassment as Black expected.

The return of reason made the queen realize that something was wrong. Her intimate clothes could not be stolen by anyone, not even gods.

Because all her clothes are unique, carefully made by the palace tailor and there are no replicas. Each piece of clothing is worn once and then destroyed, and the small strip of cloth in the pirate's hand is now worn on her body...

In other words, the evil god in front of me should have come from the past or the future.

He definitely does not exist in this era.

No wonder the flow of time around him was so strange.

"Are you sure you want to ask this?"

Black threw the small piece of cloth back into his bag. After seeing Azshara calm down and awake, he picked up his pipe and said:

"If you ask, I can tell you, but I don't know if you will continue to be embarrassed. You might as well guess how I got it?

My dear Majesty."

"I'm in the future, with you... No! This is impossible."

High-level spell casters are all human beings, not to mention the "daughter of the world" in front of her. She understood the very complicated principles of time and space travel in an instant.

Shock appeared in her amber eyes, and then she shook her head in denial. How could the queen who loves herself so much be willing to commit herself to a disabled elf in the future?

Just look at the short sharp ears on the edge of his chaotic appearance and you will know that this guy is an elf subspecies, a hybrid!

Oh my god!

Even if he is a god, this will not work!

Do people sleep with monkeys?

But that wasn't what the pirate wanted to talk to her about.

"Are you awake?"

Blake asked.

Azshara touched her cheek, which had not left any traces, and nodded slightly. Her mind, which had been infected and bewitched by the evil force after meeting Lord Sargeras several times, returned to its most rational state.

Everything she had done during this time came to mind, causing the queen to rub her forehead and fall into silence.

This kind of bewitchment was not deliberate on Sargeras' part. A big shot like the Dark Titan would disdain to use such small means.

Just like his "recruitment" in the world of Argus, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde did not choose to join the Burning Legion because their minds were bewitched.

They are succumbing to the temptation of power.

But mortals are mortals after all. Even with the magic infusion from the Well of Eternity, Azshara's life level is still lower than that of Lord Sargeras, which causes her to be infected by the dark titan's breath when she comes into contact with the will of the dark titan.

That can't even be called pollution.

It can only be described as a kind of "assimilation".

Just like a drop of ink dropped into a basin, it will be diluted and eventually merge into the water. Compared with Sargeras, Azshara's mind is as different as the difference between a drop of ink and the ocean.

Of course, Azshara's admiration for Sargeras is not entirely the result of this assimilation. After all, the arrogant Queen has only seen a few men in her life. It is logical for a powerful woman like her to pursue the favor of a stronger man.

She doesn't really love Lord Sargeras, she is just pursuing the power and might of the Dark Titan.

Pooh!

Proper female Neptune style...

Blake thought in his mind.

I have relieved an emotional secret mine for my service boss. If Lord Sargeras knew that he was serving him so wholeheartedly, he would be very satisfied, right?

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Seeing Azshara's remorseful expression when she was awake, Black blew out a smoke ring and asked again:

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"I did do something wrong. Under the influence of Xavius, I allowed the demon to massacre my people..."

Azshara said hoarsely:

"I personally destroyed the foundation of the empire's existence and tore apart my civilization. This is not what an emperor should do. I made almost all the mistakes I could make.

But it's too late.

Sargeras is about to come to this world, and apart from following him, there is no possibility of survival in this world, unless...unless you are willing to become the power behind us."

The Queen raised her head, looked at Blake's chaotic face, and said:

"Do you want to?"

"What do you think?"

Blake replied angrily.

Azshara's amber eyes showed a light of "It's true", and there was no regret at all. If the evil god Black really came to save the Elf Empire, tonight's conversation would be completely unnecessary.

He can definitely challenge Sargeras in the Twisting Nether.

"I'm just here to make a prediction for you. My dear Your Majesty, our relationship will be good in the future, so this is what I should do. As for your offense just now, wait until the future comes and talk about it slowly.

So, Azshara, the elven king who made a big mistake, are you ready to listen to the prophecy of the black prophet?"

The queen with disheveled hair nodded.

She was waiting for the guidance of fate in these desolate ruins, and her chaotic mind made it almost impossible for her to make an accurate judgment. Such a powerful woman was as fragile as a child in this dramatic conflict.

Arrogance under reason is not a problem, losing control of madness is the most terrifying nightmare.

"Your empire has been ignited, Azshara, you lit the first fire with your own hands, and those flames of resistance have ignited and turned into sparks all over the sky.

You have gone too far and cannot turn back. Your destiny has turned into two paths at this moment.

Or keep going and fall into the abyss amidst the anger of your subjects and the punishment of the world.

Either stop, pray for forgiveness from those you have hurt, and do everything you can to reverse the situation. It will be difficult for you to win, but at least you can die with dignity."

Black stretched out his left hand and then his right hand, placing them in front of Azshara like two roads.

The Queen looked at the two hands in front of her. After a brief thought, she shook her head and said:
To be continued...