"The rebels have entered the palace! The guards on the outside have been defeated, and two garrison troops have chosen to surrender."

In the chaotic and noisy night, in Azshara's palace, a loyal guard reported to his supreme queen with the remaining murderous intent on the battlefield:

"The demons were mobilized, but the Defiler was unwilling to intervene in this civil strife. It shamelessly claimed that this was just an internal matter of the elves, and that the upcoming arrival of the God of Darkness was the real big deal.

Your Majesty, you need to move to a safe place."

"Devils? Haha, I never expected them to do anything serious. They are just a group of beasts that think they are powerful."

Queen Azshara, who was sitting on the throne, did not panic at all.

Faced with the words of her loyal attendants requesting her to transfer, she dismissed them and even had the mood to despise those "allies". Under the bright palace lights, she said in a disdainful tone:

"The power of Lord Sargeras is intoxicating, but it is a pity that the legions under his command lack wisdom. Archimonde comes from a world called Argus, and it is a good idea for those Eredar to be allowed to join the Burning Legion.

But unfortunately, their inferior wisdom was not enough to help Lord Sargeras transform his Burning Legion.

This is why the Dark God chose me and the Highborne.

Ignore them sitting back and watching."

The Queen waved her hand and said:

"When I become their queen, I will let them know what rules and politeness are!

My loyal guards, go rectify my army and send out my court mages to suppress the rebels and drive them out of my palace.

I have to prepare for the arrival of Lord Sargeras, and I don’t have time to play this kind of suppression game with them now.”

"As you command, Your Majesty."

The mighty guards retreated.

During the whole process, he did not dare to raise his head to admire the majesty of the Queen, which made Azshara feel bored. If her loyal and capable Varoson was here, how could these small things disturb her sleep at night?

Unfortunately, there is only one Varosen who can always make people feel reassured, and he has already been sent out to perform an important mission.

"Talent, I need more talents."

The queen sitting on the throne thought so.

Then, she looked at the maid beside her and asked casually:

"Where is my beloved Vashj?"

"Your Majesty, Lady Vashj has gone to deal with Tyrande Windspeaker."

The maid answered respectfully. Azshara was stunned for a moment but then showed a playful smile.

Vashj was a talent she personally selected from among her maids, and the queen knew very well how strong the jealousy was in that girl's heart.

But instead of punishing her, she felt very amused by Vashj's supreme loyalty and fanatical obsession with her.

She has conquered all men.

Now it seems that all women will fall under their own charm, which feels very good, although as a queen, she rarely needs to use charm as a weapon.

"Your Majesty, you should probably go to a safe place."

The maid next to her said cautiously:

"The rebels are approaching, and they will rudely attack your majesty."

"Just them?"

Azshara showed a contemptuous smile and said:

"They can't even try to break my defensive magic. I just sit here and watch my subjects perform a war game for me in this increasingly boring season.

It's interesting that their fighting can please their queen, isn't it?"

"Interesting indeed, my lord, I am glad that your taste is so bad at this time..."

A strange voice appeared in the brightly lit palace. When the voice sounded, the maids and guards around the Queen reacted immediately.

They drew their weapons and guarded the Queen's side, but the figure who walked out of the shadow under the light didn't care at all.

When the first group of guards rushed toward him, he just raised his head, and a wave of truth thoughts centered on him surged in like a shock ring.

Those extremely loyal guards pointed their weapons at the compatriots behind them without any hesitation. In the blink of an eye, blood and roars resounded throughout this luxurious place.

Under Azshara's surprised gaze, her most loyal maids also pointed their weapons at her with trembling trembling. Not only that, but those maids with beautiful faces were also under the influence of some invisible force.

"Changes" begin to occur.

Their skin is shaking.

It was as if something abominable was about to grow out of the flesh, and their eyes were filled with chaos. Their wills were trying to resist the orders of their hearts, but their bodies had already obeyed.

When the man in black walked up the steps to the throne, the maids loyal to the Queen knelt down respectfully one by one, as if to greet their true master.

"You have trained them well, and they can still grit their teeth and dedicate themselves to the Queen when facing the truth."

Blake's voice came out from under the hood, with a hint of surprise as he was appreciating strange objects.

He took out the demon whip captured from the Dog King Haka from his luggage and said:

"It's a pity that flesh and blood are not as strong as will. They are still resisting, but they have lost. My dear Your Majesty, do you want me, the court jester, to perform a little trick for you?

On this depressing night, maybe watching a play would cheer you up?"

Azshara didn't answer.

The Queen is secretly mobilizing the magic power of the Well of Eternity to infuse herself.

She started doing this when the man in black appeared, because she felt a very familiar aura from the guy in front of her.

Not a message of identity, but a characteristic of strength.

Just like her shocking power when talking to the God of Darkness in the connection of evil energy, this is the power of the Force and Godhead, a supreme power that should not appear in the human world.

For a magician of Azshara's level, she could even clearly feel that the time flowing around Blake was being distorted, and the invisible time was trembling.

"A god?"

The Queen tried hard to maintain her indifferent expression and said:

"Should I feel honored that a god has come to my palace? You should inform me of your visit tonight in advance so that I can prepare a grand welcome ceremony for you.

So sudden, it seems that we highborne do not understand etiquette."

"Informed in advance? Didn't I inform you in advance?"

Black stepped up the golden stairs, approaching Azshara while playing with the demonic whip in his hand.

He said in a casual tone:

"The battle in Suramar, the demigods and dragons, and Lord Sargeras suddenly accelerating towards Azeroth...Don't tell me that a wise ruler like you wouldn't realize that a force is approaching you.

Or is your desire to become the Dark Titan's consort so strong that your mind can no longer hold any wisdom other than obscene devotion?

Well, you are a woman.

A woman's IQ is indeed appalling when it comes to love. Well, well, it's not your fault. You are just obeying the dictates of your own despicable desires.

However, what I want to know is..."

Lord Silent One's sarcasm caused Azshara to tighten her grip on the armrest of the throne. The rolling waves of magic power represented the changes in the Proud One's mood after being sarcastic.

But all this is no big deal to a well-informed pirate.

He paused.

Then, in an undisguised sarcastic tone, she whispered to Queen Azshara, who was struggling to maintain her majesty:

"You are even willing to follow a dark god like Lord Sargeras, so how can you pretend to be pure in front of the mighty and beautiful me? I think you should kneel down now and pray that I will give you some meager power...

Um, are you angry?

Why are you angry? Have I offended you? But when Lord Sargeras steps into this world, you will also kneel down, right?

Or...

Are you afraid of Him, but not of me?"

"Puff puff"

The moment the pirate's heart-wrenching rhetorical question fell, the flesh and blood of the eight maids surrounding the Queen's throne exploded at the same time.

The original body was torn apart like a weird eggshell. In the disgusting surge of blood, the originally white-skinned and beautiful long-legged sisters were twisted by the curse of flesh and blood cast by the Quiet One himself and turned into half-human and half-snake monsters.

Their bodies are covered with fine scales, just like newly born snakes.

The lower body turns into a coquettish snake tail, while the upper body maintains a female posture but grows four arms. There is also a fish-man-like dorsal fin on the back, and the hair on the head also turns into small snake-like tentacles.

Their wills and minds obviously maintained their sanity. They screamed as they saw themselves becoming real monsters, but they did not dare to take revenge on the evil god who transformed them.

The transformation of their legs into snake tails made it impossible for them to hold up their bodies, and they could only cry and lie in the flesh.

This scene made Azshara's fingers dig into the armrest of her throne.

She couldn't understand how Blake could complete such an extreme transformation of life form while retaining his mind in an instant, but there was no doubt that this represented a small display of threat and power from the stranger in front of him.

If the Well of Eternity was at its peak, she would not be afraid of such a threat.
To be continued...