The West Coast of the Well of Eternity, the Imperial Palace of Sin Azalene.

This semi-open terrace is located on the banks of Lake Eternal Well, which can see the magnificent water surface at a glance. Under the rigorous illusion, no matter which angle you look over, you can only see an ordinary wall.

Angma stood on the terrace and quietly observed the upper elf mage in front of him.

In front of him, the upper elf mages came and went, debugging spells and recording readings, but no one noticed the existence of Angma.

It's as if he's transparent.

At the far end, dozens of mages joined forces to cast spells in sweat, induced the magic power that scattered from the Well of Eternity and gathered towards the space crack in the center of the terrace.

But no matter how much magic power comes in, the space crack will be as usual, without any change. If it weren't for the power of space that overflowed from it and constantly stirred up waves on the surrounding protective barriers, no one would have thought that this black line that was only the thickness of a hair in the air would be a space crack.

Seeing this scene, Angma shook her head secretly.

This space rift opened the source of all evil that opened the prelude to the ancient war.

Two years later, the end of the rift that moves rapidly in the endless universe will span the boundless end and appear in the twisted void, attracting the attention of Sargeras.

Isn’t this world Azeroth, who has been searching for many years, has nurtured the Titan Star Soul but has been corrupted by the light-dark sensory parasitic community?

By then...

Just like the Ereda clan who had met Argus many years ago, Sargeras would also engage in contact with the night elves as a god who spreads blessings. When the rift eventually expanded into a portal, the demon army of the Burning Legion finally arrived smoothly.

only……

Judging from the current situation, these upper-level elves wizards still have a long way to go before they can understand the composition of space rifts.

Because of the Well of Eternity, the dark night elves in ancient times were superb in their use of external energy sources, especially good at powerful energy-shaping spells. Even Dalaran, who had received all the extraordinary magic knowledge of the Blue Dragon clan after the Demon Push War, could not match him.

But everything has two sides.

Excessive reliance on external energy sources has caused the ancient night elves to have a serious biased situation in the mysteries of the ancient night elves, and lagging behind in space research is one of the disadvantages. So even though these mages are the top related talents in the Kadore Empire, they are helpless in this rift.

"Perosan, it's been two months, two months, we haven't made any progress!" A night elf man in a luxurious robe and a hooked nose said in dissatisfaction.

Angma knows who this person is.

Harves.

Queen Azshara's most beloved consultant has great voice in the Cardore Empire, and is above ten thousand people. Not only that, he is also an extremely powerful legendary wizard, and he is responsible for this research.

The purpose is to please Queen Azshara who is eager to break through the existing arcane magic framework. Two years later, the research results were beyond expectations, and he actually found a "true god" in the boundless realm, allowing the night elves to receive the blessings of the gods.

The mage known as Perotsan showed anxiety and explained: "Mr. Harves, we have too little knowledge reserves, and our research on space spells has almost just begun..."

Harves snorted coldly and interrupted Perosan, "I don't want to hear excuses."

"But..." Perosan defended, "Sir, exploring the universe and perfecting the framework of original power are all great innovations. Looking at the history of the Cardore Empire for thousands of years, there has been no such research! Such research should be carried out in conjunction with the Nassalas Academy and the City of Surama. With us alone, it is not enough to complete it. My people have done their best..."

"Perrosan, you must understand the meaning of 'secret research'. You must also be clear about what the Queen expects us."

"yes."

...

While the two of them were talking, Angma's figure was like a ghost, leisurely passing through the crowd and coming to the space rift, but did not attract the attention of any upper-level elves.

He silently recited a spell, smashed a force of order into the crack of space, and then left leisurely.

"Master Perosan, Lord Harves, the space rift has changed! It...it is actually expanding! Elon is on, what's going on?"

After Angma left, the space crack expanded rapidly and eventually turned into a terrible crack that was as thick as an adult's waist. It was deep and unknown, revealing the thousands of stars in the universe.

A green line lies across the end of the space. After looking at it for a long time, you will find that it is a burning green magic flame.

...

Wow...

Wow...

Deep in the bedroom, Azshara in the pool gently teased the warm water and splashed it on her body. Her slender fingers slid across her skin, and the delicate touch almost made her intoxicated.

Perfect.

This is the only evaluation she can think of herself. A beauty that is not enough to tell her after all the gorgeous words.

She loves her skin.

Love your own double...

Love yourself very much...

Love your round and slender legs.

Better than everything.

She never allowed others to touch her. She always bathed alone on weekdays. The maids waited and only handed over bath supplies that were hard to find. Because any touch was undoubtedly a blasphemy to herself.

In fact, the magic of the eternal well contained in her body has long made her not stained with dirt. Bathing is not for enjoyment. For her, bathing is just to throw heavy empire things behind her head and be able to calm down and quietly appreciate the relaxing activities of her flawless body...

But now, she has a new definition of "beauty".

When he thought of the existence of the gods, his handsome face once again appeared in front of him.

In the hazy mist, the deep eyes as bright as stars looked at Azshara calmly. Her white skin looked even more flawless in the rippling pool water.

Azshara turned her head and looked at the face in a daze. When her fingertips swept across the top of her tall chest, the feeling of being electrocuted made her blush. She felt that she was a little too obsessed, so obsessed that she had hallucinations...

Only me can deserve such an existence. Only he can make me more perfect. She thought to herself.

"Female... Queen." The maid's panic-loving voice woke Azshara up.

She instantly recovered from the confusion, and then realized that the face at the end of the mist was not an illusion.

The prophet who was thinking about it stood at the edge of the pool and looked at himself quietly.

A touch of bright red flew onto Azshara's cheek.

"Go down."

She waved her maid back softly, then slowly stood up from the pool, without any doubt about the spring light, put her hands on her waist and abdomen, and saluted slowly, "Prophet."

Noting that the prophet's eyes stayed on his body for two more seconds, Azshara's mouth couldn't help but smile.

It seems that he agrees with my beauty, doesn't he?
Chapter completed!