Time goes back ten minutes.

"puff"

In the Tower of the Sun, a Silver Moon councilor's heart was pierced by an ice knife from behind. He let out a desperate cry and tried to use teleportation to escape.

But the assailant was well prepared. When the figure of the congressman staggered in the magic light and appeared on the stairs leading to the door, the hidden assailant let out a cruel laugh.

He raised the gorgeous and powerful tidal scepter in his hand, and when he felt the power of magic and tidal power being used for him, he let out a cheerful and rebellious laugh. As for the unlucky congressman who was caught up in the tidal wave of magic

, then being wrapped in the torrent is like being thrown into a storm of swords.

His flesh and blood was washed away wildly by the swirling torrent, and in just a few seconds, all the flesh and blood was peeled off, leaving only a bloody skeleton lying on the ground.

"Darkan! You madman!"

In the messy hall of the Tower of the Sun behind the perpetrator, a Silver Moon councilor whose lower body was frozen roared:

"What did Azshara give you? To make you so willing to become her lackey? It was this country and this land that raised you, you idiot!

You shameful traitor!"

"Traitor? You call me a traitor?"

Using his identity as Senator Silvermoon, Dar'Khan Drasil, who quietly sneaked into the Tower of the Sun amidst the chaos and carried out a ruthless sneak attack, turned around with the sacred object of power bestowed by the Queen.

His handsome and elegant face was full of ferocity.

He said without any psychological pressure:

"All elves are the subjects of the Queen. Our souls are engraved with the memory and following of the Elf Empire. We were so powerful in the past.

We dominate the world!

But look at us now.

We bury our heads in the land of Quel'Thalas like a flock of ostriches, using the power of the Sunwell to pretend that we cannot see the development of the world and the rise of other civilizations.

We call ourselves the elegant successors to the Empire, but among the Sunstrider kings, I don't see the possibility that they can lead the rise of Quel'dorei.

They are just bastards living in a corner!

I...

I am an elf with ideals and pursuits. My compatriots, I do not want to see our civilization continue to sink, so I followed His Majesty Azshara without hesitation!

I know that she can lead us to the top of the world again, and she can also generously give us everything we desire. She is the perfect ruler, the destined elf emperor!

The Sunstriders are not worthy of carrying my Majesty's shoes. No matter in terms of vision, strength or magnanimity, Anastarion is too far away from His Majesty Azshara.

It's like the difference between a firefly and the sun.

Kael'thas may still have some hope, but I can't wait any longer, I am already two thousand years old, and I don't have long to live, my people."

Darkan walked towards his compatriots holding the powerful staff given by the Queen. He pressed the object of power against the hearts of his compatriots. He sneered and said:

"Of course you can call me a traitor, you can also insult me ​​and scold me, but the Queen is kind, and she has granted me the power to rebuild cities for the Elf Empire on this land.

She named me the governor of Quel'dorei. This is an extremely orthodox claim, a hundred times more orthodox than Dath'Remar Sunstrider calling himself the Sun King!

Come, my companion.

You can share this honor with me."

The female elf councilor who had Dar'Kan holding his staff against her heart swallowed hard. There was no doubt that she did not want to die, but it was also difficult for her to make up her mind to betray Quel'Thalas.

So after a few seconds, she asked in a low voice:

"Azshara...Queen, what do you need us to do?"

"Ha, wise choice!"

Darkan laughed and waved his hand, melting the ice that bound his companions in front of him.

After receiving the blessing of the Queen's scepter that has been used for thousands of years, Darkan's spellcasting ability and magic manipulation were forcibly improved to a higher level, which gave him the confidence to call himself powerful.

He held the gorgeous deep-sea scepter and reached out to support his weak and frightened companion. Among the corpses killed by his sneak attack, Darkan pointed at his feet and said:

"The Queen needs to use the magic of the Sunwell to give herself the power to shake the world, and we loyal servants need to fulfill Her Majesty's wish.

Then, the Queen will personally destroy this fake magic well that has locked away all the potential of the Quel'dorei... Don't look at me like that, my poor compatriot.

Are you still aware of it?

Overreliance on the Sunwell has transformed the Quel'dorei from noble subjects of the Empire into lowly demon addicts like the Nightborne.

But we can still be saved.

The Queen promised me that she would give us a new, more powerful form and bring us new hope.

Under the leadership of the Supreme Queen, we will return to purity and greatness, come on, let us complete this liberation and change together."

"But the magic tide of the Sunwell cannot be controlled by the two of us!"

The female elf who was persuaded by Darkan was still a little scared. She glanced at the dusty stairs leading to the magic well below the tower and said:

"We will be minced if we go in."

"No, we have this! Although my magical attainments are completely unable to decipher the supreme knowledge and magical truth contained in this staff.

But I know it can help us ride the magical tide of the Sunwell."

Darkan raised the scepter with a drop of the essence of the Well of Eternity sealed in his hand. His eyes were full of greed for power and knowledge, and he said:

"With this deep-sea scepter given by the Queen herself, we can apply the magic tide of the Sunwell to the Queen, just like its preset magic flow will be applied to Anastarian.

We don't even need to interfere with the process.

And while the Queen uses this magic well to declare the return of the Empire, you and I, as the Queen's loyal servants, can also enjoy the grace and blessings that come from power.

We will also be reborn and become stronger.

This is a gift from the Queen, and we must not refuse it, nor can we refuse it."

After saying that, the "unparalleled loyalty" Darkan Drasil strode towards the stairs that were not allowed to enter. The female elf behind him folded her arms and felt a terrible chill.

She wanted to run away, but when she looked back at the scattered corpses of her colleagues who had been killed by Darkan, she was unable to jump left and right at this time.

In desperation, she could only follow Darkan, who seemed to be a little crazy in front of her, down the stairs of the Sun Tower.

She didn't know what would happen next.

But she had a hunch. She knew that the entire historical process of Quel'Thalas would be completely changed because of their actions today. Even the Quel'dorei civilization would deviate from its original trajectory and be forcibly pushed into something.

Don't know the future of the end.

The moment she walked down the stairs, when this weak female mage was enveloped in darkness, she suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as if there was a pair of invisible black hands pushing behind this sudden war.

Everyone in this war is the pawn of the black hand, including her, including the Sun King and Elisande, including Darkan in front of her, and even Queen Azshara...

They were taken advantage of.

Sadly, they are completely unable to fight back.

They don't even know who to punch.

---

Time returns to the present.

After Queen Azshara forcibly seized the magic of the Sunwell using completely unscientific and magical means, the four elven leaders who were unable to defeat her fell into a catastrophic battle.

With the blessing of the Sunwell, the destructive power of Queen Azshara's magical magic has been elevated to a level that the Sun King simply doesn't want to think about.

Even the determined Tyrande felt the warning from the moon god to her in her heart.

Lady Elune is worried about her chosen one. She knows that if Tyrande is not lucky enough in the current battle, she may really die here.

To this end, Lady Luna even sent a message to Blake.

On the character card in front of the stinky pirate, a line of text was dancing: Lady Elune is very worried about Tyrande's safety, and she hopes that her loyal Dark Moon Chosen can intervene in the situation when necessary.

"Hey, look at how my daughter is treated..."

The pirate curled his lips sourly and said as if he had eaten several lemons:

"I've done so many things for you, but you never send someone to rescue me when I'm in trouble..."

Faced with the pirates' complaints, Ms. Elune also comforted and responded. In front of the pirates, the will of the Moon God emerged again, this time with only one word:

"good"

"Well..."

Ms. Elune's attitude made the stinky pirate a little confused. He didn't know how to respond to Luna's sudden "mom tone", so he could only respond with an awkward silence.

However, the pirates are not worried about Tyrande's ending today.

Because Queen Azshara had made it clear before that she only wanted to announce the return of the Elf Empire, and did not intend to kill anyone here to establish her authority.

As the most powerful Queen in the world, Ms. Azshara does not need to use such stupid methods that only tyrants would use to declare her majesty.

Of course, Elisande is an exception.

The great mage who had offended everyone was dead, and no one could save her.
To be continued...