The bright moonlight shines on the sea, and good weather is rare in the endless sea.
Vashj curled up her tail and belly and gathered her scales, just to press her face against her mistress's thigh and enjoy Azshara's touch.
"Are you wronged?"
In response to Azshara's gentle inquiry, Vashj did not answer directly. Instead, she made a long series of unclear guttural sounds like those of a mammal cub.
"Don't blame me, Naga needs a leader, and I chose you who I trust the most."
In the Eternal Palace, the beautiful female night elf was leaning on the soft coral velvet bed, supporting her chin with one hand, and stroking the Naga Witch's face with waterproof scales as if comforting a puppy.
After restoring the elf's body, the Light of Light still has a figure that is obviously tall for a normal night elf, but it is no longer comparable to Vashj.
If an artist painted this scene into a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation, it would be appropriate to call it "Beauty and the Sea Beast".
Vashj did not bask in divine grace.
Because Azshara still needs her favorite maid to unite all the Nagas scattered in the Endless Sea, and Vashj is needed to conquer Buchen.
"I'll give it to you, my little girl. I still remember your charming appearance back then. Three thousand years or five thousand years. How did your admirers say that a beauty comes out every five thousand years?"
"Evil-minded master, there is no room for me to show off in front of you. You are the most beautiful being among all night elves."
Seeing that Vashj was finally willing to speak, Azshara couldn't help but laugh, and patted her maid's big face to tell her to be more careful with the snake hair on her head.
"Master, do you really not need me to follow up? Even if those guys have legs, they are still useless. It is impossible..."
Vashchi suddenly realized that on this rare occasion of tenderness, her pettiness was a bit out of place, and she was suddenly speechless.
"It is of course impossible to expect them to pave the way for me. Of course I know that. The problem is that I did not expect to regain the trust of the people by relying on the words of dozens of outdated old nobles."
Azshara placed her fingertips on Vashj's lips, indicating that she didn't have to respond.
"Why are the night elves great? Not because of me, let alone the emperors of the empire. Although saying this may make you feel uncomfortable, the fact is that the night elves are great because of the Well of Eternity. I don't need it. To beg my compatriots on land to forgive me, I just need to reshape the Well of Eternity in this maelstrom, and everything will come back."
Azshara thought for a moment and continued.
"Garold Shadowsong, Malfurion, and even your little lover Illidan, these guys are not my enemies. As long as I am glorious again, they will come back. They will all come back."
"However, they are planning to support Jarod Shadowsong as king. This is treason."
Although Vashchi was attached to the warmth of Her Majesty the Queen, she still stood up and stared into the eyes of her mistress.
When talking about business, one should not act like a child, otherwise it would be disrespectful.
"It doesn't matter, this is also within the plan. I will forgive their misdeeds and forgive their sins."
"ah?!"
Vashj was confused. After tonight, she would lead the loyal Naga army to attack the Naga factions who refused to open the city gates to Her Majesty the Queen. How could she be replaced by the night elves on land? Her Majesty the Queen was so easy to talk to. .
It was rare that she was in a good mood, so Azshara was not so tight-lipped. In other words, the light in the light hoped that someone could listen to what she had to say.
So, after snapping his fingers, the magic barrier rose, and even the prophecy spells that could discern destiny could not figure out what Azshara said tonight.
"Because I need someone to destroy that obstructive tree. The goddess finally cares for the night elves and puts the burden of reshaping the Well of Eternity on my shoulders. I am actually heartbroken when I send you to defeat them. I know the consequences of gathering the energy of those undersea cities, but how can I reshape the Well of Eternity without making sacrifices? The strong get stronger. The well on Mount Hyjal is currently the largest in Azeroth. A well, even if I reunite the eternal light scattered in the endless sea, it is still useless. Incomparable, the well of eternity is not a man-made creation, but a phenomenon. Sooner or later, the fragmented eternal light will reunite, and The largest beam of light will swallow up other lights. Malfurion and those nosy dragon kings used the World Tree to seal those arcane energies. After thousands of years of accumulation, it was already too late. The night elves on the land must be allowed to To take the initiative to consume the savings of that well, you must make sure that the well of eternity that is reborn is located in the Eye of the Maelstrom, do you understand, Vashj."
Although Azshara said a lot in one breath, she spoke slowly and in a firm tone.
"The Blue Dragonflight of Northrend..."
"The goddess has her own plans."
"Understood, my master, Vashj will bring you all you desire."
"What a good boy."
The night elves on land are only on the verge of civil war, while the Naga clan under the sea has launched a unified war.
The Naga Siren blocking the shipping lanes that the Alliance had been worried about did not happen.
As supplies from the Eastern Kingdoms and Pandaria were continuously transported to Silithus, the night elves' army gradually stabilized the previously shaky defense line.
However, the situation did not fundamentally improve.
When did curbing the alien attack become a great victory that one could be proud of? It was just a pet kept by the Qiraji people, an existence equivalent to a pet dog!
Hundreds of night elves died every day, and frontline camps were lost every day, but Fandral Staghelm had to spend more energy planning things that had nothing to do with the war.
He is connecting those opponents who were once ruthlessly suppressed by him, activating all the ancient connections that can be connected, just to overturn the ban on magic by his teacher Malfurion and reunite the night elves under the banner of Kaldorei.
What are the Kaldorei?
The Empire is the Kaldorei!
In this critical time of survival, Grand Marshal Jarod Shadowsong is back, and he will lead all night elves to rebuild the glory of the empire!
Does this glory include the Highborne?
All night elves.
Why did Maiev Shadowsong establish a thankless Warden force, where they would suffer the most hardships and do the most work, and be looked down upon by others while still suffering from a bad reputation?
Because she never believed that her brother had escaped, she would rather believe that Jarod was assassinated.
Although there were no signs of a fight at the scene.
Even if Tyrande told her that the goddess said Jarod was still alive, Maiev still didn't believe it and she wanted to avenge her brother.
The Shadowsong family will never accept such farce!
Why did Fandral Staghelm use the title of eldest princess to irritate Maiev Shadowsong?
Because this belongs to the dark history of the Lord of Watchfort.
Everyone thought that Grand Marshal Jarod Shadowsong would accept everyone's advice and become the new king of Kaldorei, continuing the great glory of the night elves.
Therefore, Maiev Shadowsong did not resolutely stop other night elf dignitaries from calling herself the eldest princess in private.
Because if her brother Jarod Shadowsong were king, she, Maiev Shadowsong, would be the well-deserved eldest princess of the empire.
So, so... After Jarod Shadowsong disappeared, the weak and weak Shadowsong family, which was in an awkward position between ordinary night elves and highborne elves, became a laughing stock.
Maiev Shadowsong...has become a joke.
Because the power and glory brought by Jarod had been so dazzling before, Maiev Shadowsong became like a clown after losing Jarod.
The kind that even Gotham wouldn't dare to accept.
The original intention of the establishment of the Watch was not simple. Finding Jarod's whereabouts has always been Maiev Shadowsong's unchanging goal.
Thinking about it from another direction, Jarod is worthy of the title of born commander. He and his sister have been fighting guerrillas for ten thousand years, and they just live in the Broken Islands and play under the lights.
What is handsome talent?
I admire you, I admire you.
After all, Maiev Shadowsong did not kill her brother after a long separation.
Not only because of family ties, but also to prove to all the night elves that she must get back what she lost.
Aren’t you laughing at me for being a shameless struggler [beep]? Then look at it, I’m just going to do it anyway.
Those who had the courage and ideas to follow Dath'Remar went to sea, while those who were reluctant to leave and not valued by Malfurion and Tyrande could only be marginalized.
Now that Jarod Shadowsong's marshal banner has been re-erected, it is equivalent to giving all the defeated night elves who stayed in Kalimdor a chance to bet again, a possibility to sit at the card table again.
Malfurion's opponents were far more numerous than the archdruid had imagined.
People who really do things, people who are selfless, will always be treated like this.
The more they communicated in private, the more they understood the Archdruid, and the more Maiev Shadowsong respected Malfurion.
But this does not affect the glory of Watchmen's recast Shadowsong.
Did Malfurion know nothing about all this?
Of course it's impossible. Many druids are jealous of Fandral Staghelm's position.
However, Malfurion took the initiative to restrict the sight and hearing of his wife Tyrande, isolating the Moon Temple from the outside world in the name of security.
Not only that, in the face of his "rebellious" disciples, Malfurion still tried his best to send more troops and supplies to Fandral Staghelm.
Because the archdruid discovered that the reappearance of Jarod Shadowsong had indeed united the night elf factions that were alienated from him.
And this will help the night elves win this imminent war.
In the Battle of Quicksand, not only did Fandral Staghelm lose his heart and his son, but Malfurion also watched helplessly as the night elves' revival was shattered.
If your dislike of me makes you willing to support Jarod, then you may as well dislike me even more, as long as you are willing to contribute your strength to the more tragic war that is about to take place in Silithus.
Never having underestimated the Qiraji, Malfurion knew what kind of horror lay beneath the yellow sand where dragons broke their wings and night elves bled.
Oppose me. If opposing me can help the night elves survive this crisis safely, then you can oppose me to your heart's content.
Malfurion never imagined that everyone liked him. He shouldered the burden of the continuation of the race and did everything he could to keep the night elves alive.
