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'Enter from the main entrance, pass one kilometer, turn west and enter the corridor, go through two more corners, cross the pontoon, go up the stairs, turn right and you should see the garden. There is only one corridor, no guards, but there are many attendants. At the end of the corridor

It's just the dormitory, and then... there's no more.'

Nathanos drew a specific route in his mind, and this was the route he took when he was brought here. This palace is really magnificent. Compared with the palaces in the Royal City of Lordaeron, the stars are as bright as the moon. It is full of beautiful things.

Not to mention for the moment, the corridor on the garden corridor is paved with white jade, the stone pillars are inlaid with gold, and there are many pearls in the fountain, sparkling in the sun. Use the words "extremely extravagant" to describe

There is no better way to describe this elven palace!

Moreover, Nathanos learned a lot of news in the few days after he was captured. What surprised him the most was that he was not in his original timeline now, but 10,000 years ago, from what the elves called them.

Queen started for Azshara, and Nathanos understood everything.

He opened his eyes and looked around. Azshara should have locked herself in her treasure room, but this was also her palace. Although Nathanos was incompatible with the splendor here, it was obvious that Azshara had

He treats it as his own private property, even a pet!

'Foolish woman!'

The undead eyes stared at the queen resting on the bed. As the king of a country, logically speaking, she should have very little rest time, or even no sleep. But the queen in front of her seemed to completely indulge her power and rest as much as she wanted. In short,

She demands perfection in all aspects, especially aspects related to her beauty. At least you can come to this conclusion after observing Azshara for an hour.

Looking elsewhere, every item in this room should be a valuable treasure. Azshara's light staff is in the hands of a servant.

"She must be a powerful mage." Nathanos shifted his attention, looking for anything that could help him escape, provided he could get it.

Ancient books, magic weapons, scrolls..., the eyes of the undead glanced at one treasure after another. Finally, his eyes rested on a sword. As soon as he saw the sword, all his thoughts disappeared.

This weapon was placed in the corner of the treasure room. There was a red orb floating in the gap of the hilt, and waves were engraved on the blade. Elegance and power completely wrapped the sword body. Nathanos could not take it back.

My gaze felt as if the sword was communicating with me.

"What are you looking at?" came a charming voice. Azshara had already stood up, with her bare feet only an inch off the ground.

Nathanos did not answer this question, but Azshara was very cunning. She had already woken up and observed Nathanos for a while.

"It looks like you're interested in a sword."

The young queen got off the bed and loomed behind the thin curtain. The attendant who came in quietly immediately rolled up her skirt.

"The name of this sword is Salameni. It is a weapon made by a pair of twin brothers. They dedicated it to me." Azshara held Salameni in her hand. This sword is definitely not light, but

The seemingly weak queen lifted it up easily.

'Is it that gem? That gem lightened the weight of the sword.'

Azshara walked up to Nathanos. The undead was sure that he could hold the queen of the night elves hostage, but doing so would not ensure that he would leave here alive. And it was unknown how powerful Azshara was.

"Varothen said you don't understand the Kaldorei language, but I don't think so. I guess you just don't want to talk." Azshara's mouth had a playful tone that reminded Nathanos of

Sylvanas.

"I guess you want it very much, right?" The Queen's fingers gently traced the wavy pattern on the Salameni sword. "As long as you kneel down and bow your head to me, I will reward you with it.

"

The conditions had been given, but Nathanos looked at her motionless. She was the most superior person he had ever seen, and the most arrogant person. Her narcissism was ten times higher than that of those decadent human nobles.

more than.

"My patience is limited, you should cherish it."

As soon as these words came out, Nathanos also added another impression of her - the most impatient person.

Azshara can't imagine any reason why the creature in the cage could reject her. No one can reject her, not even races other than the Kaldorei. Is what Varothen said right? He really

Don't understand what she is saying? She pursed her lips and considered what to do with Nathanos.

"What's going on outside?" she asked angrily, but she had already stood up gracefully. Not only was it noisy outside the palace, but it also seemed to be shaking. The queen likes silence, so her subjects are cautious in everything they do.

What happened to dare to defy her wishes?

Nathanos's pupils dilated, and he also felt something abnormal, but he understood all this before Azshara. This feeling was too familiar.

"Manoroth?"

"What?" Azshara stared at Nathanos. He just spoke and she heard it!

"Your Majesty, this is Lord Xavius." Vashki, the personal maid, came in to report. "He seems to have received a messenger from the Lord God."

Azshara squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, then stretched her body gracefully. "Then I should go see him immediately!"

She smiled at Nathanos in the cage, as if she was bribing the undead and telling him that she would be back in a moment. The queen led the attendants through the thick and exquisitely carved oak door to the square outside.

Azshara seemed perfect and alluring, but Nathanos seemed completely unconcerned about her. Salameni was returned to her original position. Now he could take a good look at the sword.

'Why is the shape of this sword so strange? Is it a combination sword? Is it made up of two swords combined together?'

"Your 'new house' looks great."

"Medivh?" Nathanos turned his head and saw the raven sitting on the queen's dressing table.

"Calm down, old friend. Azshara's power is no joke. She is far more powerful than Mannoroth."

"Why are you here? And... why did you bring me to this era?" Nathanos asked, trying to control his voice. It was not easy for him to do this when he was filled with anger.

"The reason is that I think you need to understand the past of this world. As for your first question." Medivh's tone sounded like he was relieved. "I want to avoid Nozdormu's sight and go back to ten thousand years."

It was not easy in the past, but the Lord of Time cannot protect himself now."
Chapter completed!