Capital Isaline, Queen's Palace.

This is the highest level of the palace, the private residence of Queen Azshara.

On the silver-white walls, various patterns and decorations are luxuriously carved with various magic crystals, and white long yarn woven from ice web spider silk is hung everywhere.

The Queen's residence has a large terrace from which you can directly see the eternal well that is tumbling below, and a panoramic view of the glorious capital.

Azshara gracefully lay down on her soft recliner, looking down at the eternal well below. The upper elves were building portals day and night under the leadership of Dasrema * Sunstrider.

But at this moment the beautiful queen fell into an endless confusion and entanglement.

Another **** came!

The newly arrived mysterious **** seemed more powerful, and the whisper of Sargeras on the other side of the portal was suppressed by the **** named Sarodhar.

It seems that the entire world of Azeroth is helping him and supporting him.

The difference is that the Lord Sarodhar's attitude is extremely tough, using commands and a high tone to instruct her to slow down the process of the portal, and to order her to ask a deity without being noticed. Level of Summon and Spell of Domination.

Azshara was very clever and proud. As the elven queen of the light of light and the light of a thousand moons, it was intolerable that someone would speak to her in a high tone.

But she soon regretted and succumbed.

It was endless suffering, every second seemed like a lifetime, and the black void energy was like a sharp blade on her body.

The dark **** condensed his eyes and looked aside, smirking lowly, mocking her.

"Stupid ant, who do you think you're talking to? Compared to my anger, Sargeras' cruelty is worthless."

There was darkness in Azshara's eyes, and the space around it seemed like endless void. What scared her was the dark golden eyeball, who had been staring at her coldly, torturing her.

"Do you want Sargeras to save you? Sad ant ... you are just a little useful ant ... in my dark brother's eyes, you are even an unbearable bug."

The dark Titan named Saroldal tortured Azshara's body constantly, destroying her spirit (there is no book here, don't ask!).

Azshara's heart was slowly filled with endless fear and submission, and she did not even dare to hear the name of the **** again.

"I promise you! Let me go ... begging you ... to be merciful and forgive me!"

Azshara's spirit shouted in this dark space, the kind of body and soul with the terrible torture of thousands of swords, she could not bear it anymore.

The dark gold god's eyes suddenly appeared, staring at Azshara, who was kneeling in the void and trembling violently for a moment.

At this moment Azshara was naked, the devil's figure and beautiful face were almost unique among the night elves.

But God's Eye had no interest in this, and the eyes of inspection directly probed the spirit of Queen Azshara.

"When you fulfill my order, you will come to me, ants ... about your sad future ..."

The words of the god's eyes fell, and a strange memory melted into Azshara's mind like a tide.

The sky fell apart, Sargeras failed, the portal collapsed, and he sank into the sea with the palace. . .

At last. . . Fierce pain spread throughout the body, his body was being distorted by the whispering voice of the ancient gods, his hair became a poisonous snake, scales grew on the white skin, and his feet like water snakes replaced him. . .

Do not! !! !!

Azshara emerged from the scene, kneeling again in the void, her eyes widened, panting.

Sad ants. . .

Sad future. . .

Azshara finally heard the disdainful whisper of the god, and then her spirit returned to her body.

The queen sat up suddenly from the soft chair, and Xianghan wet the soft silvery white dress.

It seemed like a lifetime in spirit, but in reality it was just a blink of an eye.

The captain of the guard, Watson, hurriedly opened the door and rushed in, looking at Queen Azshara, who was breathing heavily on the soft chair.

"Her Majesty? What's happening? I notice your mental swing ..." Varousen lowered his head and asked respectfully, burying his deep desire for the Queen deep in his heart.

Azshara waved her hand and looked at Varosen.

"Nothing ... Also, go and tell Daslemma to let him slow down the portal a little without being noticed."

The captain of the guard led the way, and the queen's faithful waitress, Fasi, walked in gently with a glass of good moonlight.

"Her Majesty, please."

Azshara took the wine glass awkwardly, but her face did not slow down.

"How long has it been since I took a nap?"

Fassie's head lowered deeper, "Back to Her Majesty, it's less than half an hour."

Azshara took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

The seemingly endless torture and vision of the future are real. . . Still a game. . .

Azshara suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the wall behind Fasqi, her eyes filled with endless fear.

A dark gold eyeball logo is engraved on the white wall. The stones and patterns on the wall have been melted to form an irregular stream, like the light emitted around the eyeball.

The eyes felt Azshara's gaze, and her huge pupil looked back at the queen, still disdainful and ridiculed.

"That ... there ..." Azshara stepped back sharply, pointing at the god's eye on the opposite wall.

Fasiqi looked back, and the white walls were still the decorations and patterns she had seen countless times.

"Her Majesty? What's wrong with you? I'll call the priest!"

"Don't! Come back!" Azshara immediately stopped the mad Fashchi ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But it was too late, and a few dark golden energy lashes were shot in the eyes of God, and he was instantly and firmly trapped. Fasci.

The waitress also saw the change on the wall at this moment, and her face was incredible.

Later, she also collapsed to the ground, and her spirit was drawn into the world of the gods.

Azshara shuddered in fear, slowly kneeling.

"It's not me, it's nothing to do with me, God doesn't punish me!"

A whip of divine power whipped Queen Azshara's whip fiercely, and the latter flew out suddenly, knocking down the soft chair on the terrace.

At this moment, Queen Azshara's inner fear had broken through the sky, and she did not dare to resist and shout, but only half-walked and half-climbed back to the eyes of God and knelt down again.

At this moment, Fasiqi woke up again, and immediately began to tremble violently, with incomparable despair and fear in her eyes.

"Don't ... don't ... don't torture me anymore ... forgive me ..."

The waitress shrank into tears, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"The next time is the torture of eternity."

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