She said with a straight face:

"Ms. Deyana and the other Moon Shadow Priests are already waiting. Maybe I can complete the transfer of the Watcher for them in the ruins of the Great Temple."

"Well, you are the commander, you are responsible. I will let go and be the boss. Anyway, you know who to call when you need it."

Black flashed to Mavie with a whoosh, and the rose in his mouth fell down. He reached out and pulled Mavie into his arms. He was no longer as shy as before to kiss the priest lady before.

After all, everything you should do and should not do has been done.

"Ms. Deyana has two young priests, Nasa and Sera Moonwei."

After a suffocating kiss, Black pressed his forehead against Mavi's, and he whispered:

"They are very talented and are only a little younger than you. They will become your right-hand man in the future, but you have to rely on your personal charm to convince them.

Can it be done?"

"Don't underestimate me."

The priest said with biting her lips, and she struggled for a moment as she felt Black's hand moving down from behind her back, saying:

"It's time to do a good job."

“Isn’t the gods who serve you serious?”

The vulgar evil god asked softly in her ear, and Mavi rolled his eyes and said:

"Don't joke about faith...and there is Tyrande..."

"Let her wait."

Black shrugged and said:

"You think Tyrande is at stake, but they are just visiting. This is the conversation between the queen and the high priest and Azshara has always been very decent in this regard.

She won't be hurt if she goes later, but I don't have that much time, every minute and every second are precious."

The Pirates took a step back, opened their hands to Mavie, and said in a lengthened voice:

"So, the Moon Saint who uses her body to restrain the evil god, would you like to see an evil god who is dissatisfied with the world and wants to destroy it? This is not a depravity.

You are saving the world.”

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Black's prophecy has always been accurate, and even ten thousand years ago, the power of this prophecy has not diminished at all.

The palace of Sin Azallie is different from the past. The ancient and majestic temple that once shines and symbolizes imperial power is now full of the aura of chaotic devils.

On both sides of the platform stairs leading to the Throne Hall, the armor of the royal servants was still majestic and smooth, but the elite demons who stood beside them who were also defending the Queen's safety actually announced to the world that the times had changed.

Although these destructors from other worlds believed that they were conquering the world, in the eyes of Queen Azshara, these unwise guys were just tools to calm the chaos and recreate the world for themselves.

The upper elves may be afraid of them, but the queen does not take the demons seriously. She will also be punished if she dares to mess around in her own court.

Where can the brainless demons bear such grievances?

But now they are honestly standing guard for the Queen, and the chaotic guys actually show a trace of orderly dispatching. This can only prove one fact, that is, Queen Azshara has become their master.

The Queen uses her own strength to convince these demons.

When the polluters did not dare to speak loudly in front of Azshara, these lowest-level demon soldiers naturally did not dare to look up and confront the queen's majesty.

This may be the few times that the Burning Legion has been rampant in the hands of the indigenous people for tens of thousands of years. Some old demons vaguely saw the figure of the Audac, who was once destroyed by the Dark Titans himself, from Azshara.

But the Queen's advantage is that she is much smarter than the stubborn, bloodthirsty and powerful Audac.

Tyrande was "escorted" by several upper-level elf maids and walked towards the Throne Hall. The High Priest of the Moon was expressionless, and she was wearing exquisite shackles on her wrists, which were gadgets made by the Queen herself.

This thing locks the flow of energy, making the priest of the Moon unable to even pray for strength to Ms. Eluen.

But what surprised Tyrande was that she was caught by the demon and suffered no abuse after she was caught back to the fallen city. Azshara even sent her own palace maid to serve her and summoned her in the early morning.

The young high priest didn't know what the Queen sold in the gourd.

But she was sure that Azshara sent the demon to invite her over to not just for a cup of morning tea.

"Kneel down!"

Several charming and beautiful maids sent Tyrande into the Queen's private palace and made her kneel in front of the Queen, but how could the Priest of the Moon bow his head in this situation?

She ignored these upper elves with jealousy in her eyes and looked up at Queen Azshara sitting on the luxurious throne with a fearless look.

This is the first time Tyrande has seen the light in the light.

Although he was extremely hated for this tyrant, when he truly saw the person on the throne, the Priest of the Moon was still shocked.

Tyrande was a very beautiful priest. Although she didn't care about her appearance, she felt happy about her beauty and thanked Elu for giving her such a face.

But at this moment, Tyrande's confidence and pride completely collapsed in front of Azshara's face that was so perfect that it was not like a mundane creature, and she couldn't help but feel frustrated.

It was not that he gave up as the high priest of the Moon, but that he was defeated in the battle between the two women.

"It's really rare to be such a handsome girl."

On the throne, the graceful queen was actually shocked by Tyrande's white moonlight-like face. This girl was so beautiful that she even felt a hint of threat...

This is rare.

The proud Queen Azshara fell in love with this pure face at once.

She stood up with the help of the silver-haired maid beside her, her eyes shining with the light of appreciation and possession of beautiful things, and said to Tyrande condescendingly:

"Windling, they only told me that you are my enemy, but they did not tell me that you are a lady with such outstanding temperament. It is a treasure of the empire.

I can even forgive you for your stupid resistance and rebellion, and I have always been generous to the good things.

Tyrande, would you like to be my personal maid?”

The arrogant queen in the rumors said in a gentle tone:

"Your hometown Surama will be glorified."

This sentence made the young priest who was prepared for a lot of rebellious words and even prepared to "kill the thief and die" suddenly fall into a strange silence.

Tyrande felt that she was preparing for nothing on the road. This queen... why didn't she play according to the routine?

Hello, I'm a rebel, His Majesty Azshara.

Your reaction makes me feel that you are really expensive and have a bad brain...

Stealing fragrance
Chapter completed!