"Her Majesty the Queen..."

It wasn't until she was awakened by this slightly trembling voice that Azshara realized that she had been meditating for almost a month.

She took a deep breath to get rid of the distracting thoughts in her mind, and soon returned to her usual aloof demeanor, turning her head to look at the speaker.

It was Harveys, her most trusted advisor and counselor. This hook-nosed night elf had an expression of uncontrollable ecstasy on his face. It was obvious that something great had happened.

Azshara nonchalantly put the prophet's quilt back on the silver tray, picked up her wine glass, took a sip and said, "What's wrong, my dear advisor?"

"Light within the light, our experiment...has made an amazing breakthrough, you'd better see it for yourself!"

Azshara's heart trembled, thinking that before the prophet issued a shocking warning, he gestured towards the area where the magic experiment that Harveys was responsible for was located, she had a very ominous premonition in her heart.

Sargeras...

"Deception", "bewitchment", authority...

Complex thoughts came to mind, and Azshara didn't know what to think.

She must say that the prophet opened a door for her to see the vastness of the universe. It turns out that the world is so magnificent, but she... is so small.

Trapped in this small area, yet reveling in this extremely small achievement.

When cognition is broken and you realize your own insignificance, is your previous ambition still considered ambition?

At the same time, she must also admit that she was really moved when she heard the prophet say that the "god" would give her far greater authority than before. She knew that with her beauty, wisdom, ability and strength, she could win

These...

Understanding the mysteries of the universe, conquering thousands of stars, and having billions of people who regard themselves as goddesses... just thinking about it makes people yearn for it.

But the prophet's last words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing all the thoughts in Azshara's heart.

Yes, this is really...

Is it what I want?

Azeroth will be destroyed.

Is this really what I want?

Azshara sighed.

"Your Majesty?" Seeing Azshara's strange behavior, Harveys couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

Azshara blinked, stood up and walked towards the door, saying calmly: "Let's go, then let me see what kind of surprise you have brought me."

"You will never be disappointed, I promise!" Harveys immediately stepped forward and opened the door.

The two walked through the splendid corridors for a long time, and finally arrived at the terrace on the shore of the Well of Eternity, which was heavily obscured by illusions.

As soon as she saw the space rift, Azshara opened her mouth slightly.

As the most powerful and knowledgeable night elf mage, no one knows the level of arcane magic in the Kaldorei Empire better than her. Even though the highborne elves under her command are outstanding masters in various fields, they have always been right.

There is nothing that can be done about that crack.

Not to mention that the efficiency of extracting arcane energy from the Well of Eternity is extremely low. Dozens of people combined can hardly reach one-tenth of their own. The lack of proficiency in space spells also leads to most of the energy being wasted.

Since this space rift appeared, the mages have worked extremely hard to ensure that it does not close on its own.

Azshara had only been here a few days ago. At that time, the crack was only as thin as a hair. But now, it has expanded to the extent that it can swallow a night elf. It is quietly suspended in the center of the terrace, exuding the majestic power of space.

It's downright shocking.

"You did this?" Azshara asked, she didn't believe this was the work of these mages.

Looking around, she found that the expressions of the mages were all the same as Harveys. It was as if all of them were overjoyed by the results of the experiment, and she was the only one who didn't know anything about it.

"Your Majesty, it's not us." Harveys bowed and said.

Who is that?

Azshara almost immediately thought of the prophet. For the prophet who came and went without a trace, expanding such a space rift was simply a piece of cake.

"It's... Him." Harveys said, stretched out a hand toward the crack, and bowed deeply.

Him?

Azshara soon realized that the advisor was not paying tribute to herself, but to something in the rift. Judging from the fanatical look on her face, she seemed to regard it as some kind of god.

She frowned, thought for a moment, then slowly approached the crack and looked in.

Thousands of stars reflected each other, and at the end of the space, there was an ancient giant who was far taller than the stars, like a bronze cast, with his back to her.

The vast and boundless wind of the universe blew his body, and the stardust surrounding the majestic body was filled with mist. The knotted muscles containing endless magic power shone like rugged mountains and dangerous peaks on the surface of his body...

Azshara was shocked, he...

So beautiful.

With just one glance, she realized that this ancient giant possessed the supreme power to look down on all living beings.

As if aware of Azshara's gaze, the ancient giant turned around, stirring up a sky-high wind in the universe, and a nebula disappeared in an instant.

Those eyes that shone with holy light seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, which almost made Azshara obsessed. She found that in front of such a supreme existence, she was no different than an ant...

But deep in those eyes, she saw an invisible mass that destroyed all beauty...

Green magic flame.

"I'm here..." the ancient giant said.

Azshara's throat slid, forcing herself to stay rational, and asked respectfully: "God, can I be lucky enough to...know your honorable name?"

"My name... Sargeras."

Azshara's mood suddenly became complicated.

…

The Magic Vault of Suramar.

Angmar walked out of the Eye of Aman'Thul, declined the person in charge's invitation to stay, and the invitation to explain the history of this "ancient artifact", and was teleported directly to the surface.

He just used this Pillar of Creation again. Trying his best to control the parameters of the event and ensure that the results are true, reading the thousands of possibilities derived from a certain choice is an extremely draining behavior and a burden on the spirit.

It is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Walking in the bustling streets of Suramar, Angmar rubbed his brows tiredly, thinking a lot in his mind.

"You activated the Eye of Aman'Thul again, right?" Senior Guardian Rai's voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

Due to the origin of order in the body, part of it comes from Raiden's heart and part of it comes from Raiden's power of Aman'Thul. The connection between the two is extremely close. Through magic, real-time communication can be easily achieved. At least, for An

For beings like Gemma and Rai, there is no difficulty in constructing such a spell.

"That's right. How is the situation with the high-level guardian?" Angmar responded.

"We have begun to repair the Forge of Origin. Thousands of years ago, in order to repel the God of Thunder, Tovir forcibly activated the Forge of Origin without sufficient authority. It is somewhat damaged, but it is not a problem." Lai's voice always sounds like it is

So calm, so calm that it's almost ice cold.

Angmar asked again: "Where are Ahn'Qiraj's movements?"

Rai chuckled and said: "C'Thun has noticed my return. During this time, there have been more Qiraji people operating around Uldum. To'vir, my subordinate, even captured one of Loken's men.

.It seems that these ancient gods are all uneasy about my return."

"I wish you all the best, senior guardian. If you need help, I will come immediately."

"I will."

After breaking off contact, Angmar let out a sigh of relief.

The world is not an immutable chessboard, and those transcendent beings are not fools who are deaf and blind and only know how to be trapped in a dangerous place. On the contrary, no disturbance in this world can escape their eyes.

Angmar's actions in the Pan-Pandalia region can be said to affect the whole world. Especially the return of high-level guardian Rai.

As the strongest guardian with the highest authority in the past, even if his power is not as good as before, Rai is still fully capable of threatening those ancient gods. For example, he can contact Azadas and Elonaya who are still "missing", as well as being

Odin, who was blocked in the Hall of Valor, planned to counterattack Ahn'Qiraj and Ulduar, and put the ancient god in prison again.

Although the ancient gods are not afraid of the guardians who have lost power, they will not remain indifferent to this.

The return of high-level guardian Rai has an impact on history that can no longer be described as a butterfly in the butterfly effect. The changes in various forces caused by him are likely to completely disrupt the history of the upcoming ancient war.

…

As early as the first time the Eye of Aman'Thul was activated, Angmar saw such an ending - one stone stirred up a thousand waves, Yogg-Saron's puppet, Loken, the former guardian of the King of Wisdom, wreaked havoc

Troops were sent to encircle and suppress the high-level Guardian Rai. In order to compete with him, the latter had to unite with Valhalla and Uldaman's colleagues to start a huge war between the remaining forces of the Guardian and the resurgent Dark Empire.

At this time, there is still at least more than a year before the ancient war begins.

If Angmar turns a blind eye, the Old Gods will achieve a complete victory. The war will even spread to the Kaldorei Empire and drag the night elves into the flames of war. By then, the ancient war that determines the situation of future generations will completely disappear in the long river of history.

No matter how hard we try, we can't fix the timeline and change it towards the known future situation.

Even if Angmar reaches out to help, he will eventually face the dilemma of being unable to cope. Not only will a group of corrupted guardians participate in this war, but what is even more frightening is that the ancient gods are also very likely to appear in person. He

The power of the human being is at its limit when fighting against such a being. It is simply not enough to influence the outcome of the war...

In other words, if no other method can be thought of, the timeline will be irreparably changed. If the ancient war does not happen, the continent will not be divided, and the most fundamental historical foundation is damaged, even if "Magan" comes in person, there will be no way

Let the timeline change towards the main timeline of your origin.

So, he went to the night elves' capital of Zin Issaleen and did something like that. This move was extremely risky, but it could find a chance of survival in a dangerous situation. There was no other way.

and……

This move also has the opportunity to change the fate of Queen Azshara, who is crucial to the history of Azeroth.
Chapter completed!