The pirate brought two pieces of good news to his queen.

But he asked the Queen to only choose one from among them, which wiped out Azshara's good mood today. The Queen, who specially appeared in a perfect elf posture, had a dark face. The change in her expression immediately caused a response from the tide.

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As the Queen was in a bad mood, the originally quiet coast also saw rolling tides that continued to hit the land. The sky was covered with clouds and it seemed that a violent storm was coming.

"I am the queen! I own everything in the world! I have the privilege of being a queen, you flattering sycophant! You have no right to ask your queen to choose one of two good things!"

Azshara said coldly:

"I want it all! Whether it's the water from the eternal well or the restoration of my perfect demeanor, these are all mine! Blake, I told you last time we said goodbye...

This is what you promised me ten thousand years ago!"

"Ah, yes, yes, I know this. My lord, please don't be angry first. Being angry often is not good for your skin."

Pirates are not afraid.

He came prepared.

He spread his hands and said to the Queen:

"I think the spellcasters who intend to invite you to join the Grand Wizard Salon have given you my papers to read..."

"Well, I have read it. The principle of magic is not profound, but the wonderful idea of ​​using the combination of life and void is refreshing."

The Queen snorted coldly and arrogantly, nodded and said:

"There are few people before you who are proficient in these two almost opposite fields at the same time, so I have to give a very high evaluation to your paper.

It is absolutely feasible in theory, which is why I have hope for you, my captain.

But you have let your queen down."

"NO, I have not!"

Blake explained innocently:

"Please calm down, your angry Majesty, and listen to my explanation. You also know that I used the remains of a Loa god left in the material world to help my lover complete the reincarnation of flesh and blood.

Just like the issue we discussed last time on the Island of Quel'Danas.

My lover is far less powerful than you, so it is even more difficult to complete the reshaping of your flesh and blood. Not only do you have to find a carrier container that can carry your perfect talent and will, but you also have to eliminate N'Zoth himself.

A curse of flesh upon you.

Just having these two is not enough.

We also need an energy source that can provide huge magic power to ensure that you can still have your current magical power after your flesh and blood is reshaped.

According to my calculations, even the Sun Well or the Night Well cannot meet your needs alone. We must create a more perfect energy source based on the existing magic well, more similar to the Well of Eternity.

And it just so happens that I have a bottle of the essence of eternal water in my hand, which is the last remaining blood of the world in this world. If you choose to take it, I have no objection, Your Majesty.

I am so loyal to you that I am willing to dedicate my treasure to you.

But if you absorb the eternal water, you may be able to break through the shackles of power again, but it can only be used once. If you use it, we will no longer be able to complete the reshaping of your flesh and blood to restore your perfect posture.

Can you understand what I mean?"

The pirate blinked and said:

"Although they are two good things, they are actually related..."

"ha!"

Azshara is so smart.

She immediately realized that this was her sycophant, Black Shaw, digging a hole for herself. She sneered and said:

"So, in order for you to complete the reshaping of flesh and blood for me, I must first help you create a degraded version of the Well of Eternity that is better than the Sun Well and the Night Well?

Are you going to let your supreme queen work for you?

You damn arrogant pirate!

Lord Sargeras doesn’t even dare to ask me like this..."

"Ahem"

Blake coughed a few times and whispered:

"Your Majesty, you can brag in front of others. I have been to ten thousand years ago. I know exactly what you were thinking at that time... You were not impressed by Lord Sargeras as a queen, but as a

Women are captivated by the endless masculine charm of the Dark Titan."

"Shut up! Rebellious!"

The pirate's words undoubtedly touched the taboo in the queen's heart. She raised her hand angrily, threw a teleportation spell at the pirate, and threw him into the deep sea.

But the next second, as the Scepter of Sargeras was activated, the wet pirate returned to where he was.

He sighed helplessly and looked at himself who was soaked in water. While using the fire of the void to dry his clothes, he said to the angry queen:

"I'm just telling the truth, Your Majesty, you don't have to be so angry, you can understand this as cooperation... And what I want to do is not just build a place that belongs to me... Uh, no, I will take care of it for you.

Magic Well.

It technically still belongs to you.

After the magic well is established, we will not only restore your perfect posture, but we can also use the magic well to ripen and grow the last fruit of the Arcandor tree.

Although many people say that the magic tree was made by your court arcanists to relieve magic addiction, I know that the tree's perfect balance of the power of arcane magic and life must be due to your plan.

hand.

Under the current circumstances, you should be able to understand that there will be no harm to you after the Tree of Arcandor is shaped."

The pirate said eloquently:

"I heard that a good ruler not only makes the people fear him, but also makes the people follow him voluntarily. Your power and majesty have been known to the world after the Battle of Kuidao.

Now is the time to show your mercy, Your Majesty.

In your name, we can give the first ripe fruits of Arcandor to those who loyally follow you but are tortured by the evil addiction.

The Nightborne will definitely be grateful to you after learning this news, and the rebellious Quel'dorei elves will be struggling between freedom and loyalty for a while.

But considering that the Sunwell is gone, they will eventually return to your empire willingly under the torment of their addiction."

Blake shrugged, looked at the Queen whose face calmed down, and whispered:

"In this way, with the combination of kindness and power, the re-emergence of the Elf Empire is just a matter of time... You see, Your Majesty, I am completely loyal to you!

All my plans are for your benefit.

I have been so loyal, but you still doubt me... This is really sad."

"Okay, okay, don't act in such a disgusting way."

Azshara was a little moved by Black's plan, but as the queen, she had to seriously consider the causes and consequences of this matter and could not give an answer immediately.

She looked at Blake who was still wiping tears in a pretentious manner, shook her head, and said helplessly to the drama queen:

"I'm going to take a step back and assume you were wrong this time, okay?"

"Um?"

The pirate's eyes became strange. He glanced at Her Majesty the Queen and thought that Her Majesty's character seemed a little too twisted. However, considering Azshara's ability to beat him at any time, Black had no intention of pursuing it further.

He coughed a few times and took it as an apology from the queen.

Then, he made a "please" gesture and said:

"Then, please, Your Majesty, come to your Suramar to inspect the last glorious city of the empire. You have not been here for ten thousand years."

"No, now is not the time."

Azshara looked at the gorgeous purple city in front of her. This city that still retained the style of the Elf Empire ten thousand years later made the queen feel nostalgic in her eyes.

She was silent for a few seconds and said:

"There are Kaldorei in this city, there are blue dragons, and there are the Nightborne who are afraid of me because I executed Elisande, but there are only subjects who are not truly loyal to me.

Perhaps Elisande's last words before his death were correct.

Maybe it was me who abandoned them first ten thousand years ago...

Now is not the time, Black. What I miss, what I want to rebuild is the Elf Empire of that glorious era, an empire that all the elves willingly surrendered to me.

Rather than a false empire built with violence and oppression, full of resistance everywhere.

What I should be paying attention to now is not these subjects who are disappointed with me, but the Nagas in the deep sea who are tortured by the void. Their loyalty to me is irrefutable.

I can't make the same mistake again."

"So, you are going to take action against N'Zoth?"

Blake asked in a low voice.

The Queen did not answer immediately. She just looked back at the sea and whispered:

"I need to get the Devourer blade that can destroy the ancient gods, and I also need a chance... You don't have to interfere with N'Zoth, my favorite.
To be continued...