stonecrandall 508【Conquered Azshara】
508【Conquered Azshara】
She is truly the light of light, recognized as the most beautiful woman in Azeroth.And such a beautiful woman was standing in front of him with no hair on her face.
Long silver hair, flat belly, sexy figure, slightly closed legs, and just the right lines
Flawless, was the only comment he could think of.
Angmar soon realized that Azshara, who had slightly red cheeks, didn't mind that he appeared in her bathroom, let alone that his eyes were wandering on her alluring body.
After seeing enough and looking away, he said softly: "Please forgive me for my rash visit, Your Majesty the Queen."
"Whenever the prophet sees me, I welcome him with open arms." Seeing him withdraw his gaze, Azshara couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but she quickly cleared up her expression, walked out of the pool, and used magic to summon a gauze nightgown and put it on On the body.
The nightgown was very thin, and it stuck to her body wetly after being wetted by water. It could not block the spring sunshine from leaking out, but instead added a bit of temptation, which made people's hearts flutter.
"But why don't you ask Vashj to inform me in advance," Azshara smoothed her hair and lowered her eyebrows, "so that I can prepare in advance. I am always worried that I will bump into you like this."
The mist is rising, and the luxurious bathroom is like a dream.In the haze, Azshara's voice was gentle and beautiful, and although her movements were not deliberate, a fatal sense of temptation was naturally revealed.
"I have come to discuss fate with Her Majesty the Queen," Angmar said.
How about discussing destiny in the bathroom?
This is too ambiguous, and the motivation is even more intriguing.
"Please follow me." Azshara smiled brightly, stepped forward slightly, and walked towards the outside of the bathroom. Her waist twisted as she walked, her slender legs kept alternating, and her wet feet lightly stepped on the hard marble floor, making a sound. There was a soft "pop" sound, leaving a trail of water stains behind.Finally she led Angmar into the bedroom.
The bedroom decoration is so gorgeous that even the high elf royal family, who always like to be elegant and luxurious, can't compare to it.
Angmar was led to the table in front of the window and sat down.
This is the highest point of the palace, and half of the capital can be seen through the windows.A dozen government decrees were piled neatly on the table. On the corner of the table, an ink pen with an emerald stem was inserted diagonally into an ink bottle that exuded an elegant fragrance.
Azshara personally filled up the wine for Angmar, handed it over, and then sat next to Angmar.She didn't wear anything, so she tied up her nightgown with the first button of the collar, and wrapped it around her proud bust. Through the lace fabric, two attractive points were looming.
She looked at Angama with a half-smile, and just as she was about to speak, a ball of magic power surged out of Angama's flat palm.
The magical mist kept intertwining, and after a while, a strange creature appeared.
The upper body of this weird creature is very similar to that of a night elf, right down to the lower abdomen. It's just that the body is a little more slender, and the fingers at the end of its arms are also connected by webs.
But under the lower abdomen, it turned into the body of a snake, with dense scales. Because the image was too detailed, you could even see the mucus wrapped around the snake scales, and felt a disgusting and slippery feeling.
It was as if someone had forcibly spliced the night elf snakes together and created this kind of "snake man".
Through the chest features, Azshara judged that this should be a female "snake man", but it did not possess the beauty that a woman should have.The extremely ugly appearance only made Azshara feel sick to her stomach.
The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared. Azshara frowned slightly and asked, "What is this?"
Angmar didn't answer.
After a while, the female "snake man" moved.Luxurious accessories and clothes began to appear on her body, and she was dressed in gold and silver, looking graceful and luxurious.
More images began to appear.
This female "snake person" seems to be the king of the tribe. Many of her kind serve and protect her as they swim in the dark deep sea.
If it weren't for the extremely huge shellfish opening and closing, there were pearls like lamps that illuminated the surrounding area, and the surrounding area would only be pitch black.
The water plants swaying as far as the eye can see overhead.
The majestic underwater palaces are resplendent with magic lamps and pearls from giant shellfish, dotted to the end of the line of sight, illuminating the underwater houses that can be seen beyond the horizon.Thousands of "snake people" come and go, either talking to each other or selling goods, showing good social character.
Is it an intelligent race living in the deep sea? Azshara looked at the image intently. Although the appearance of this female "snake person" made her instinctively disgusted, it had to be said that the scope of the female "snake person"'s rule
It seems that he is no smaller than himself.
Seeing that all the "snake people" showed absolute surrender to the female "snake person" king, not only that, but also some unnamed deep sea creatures, as if she held the supreme authority in her hands, Aisa Ra couldn't help but envy her.
"Her Majesty the Queen"
Suddenly someone calls out to the female "snake man" in the image.
Her Majesty the Queen, she is indeed a king. Azshara blinked her eyes, but then she felt that something was not right. The tone was so familiar, just like the head maid Vashchi who had been serving her, but her voice sounded a little bit... Hoarse and harsh.
The swimming "Snake Man" Queen stopped, and the moment she turned around, Azshara suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Such appearance
actually with myself
No difference.
"This," Angmar closed his palms, and the arcane energy that formed the image turned into dots of stars, floating around, "is your destiny."
"My" Azshara was stunned, "destiny"
"Although he is the ruler of a clan, he is always controlled by others; he is a puppet but does not know it; he does dark things and spreads the source of corruption; he thinks that one day he will be able to rule the world as a king, but he does not expect that in the end it will be all in vain. "
Angmar stood up and walked to the window, facing the magnificent scenery outside the window and standing with hands tied. His voice was obviously very calm, but each one was like a huge stone, hitting Azshara's heart.
subject to others
Being used as a puppet
Do dark and corrupt things
This
How could it be my destiny.
She is the empress of the Kaldorei Empire, the most powerful mage, and the individual with the deepest connection to the Well of Eternity. Even few people in future generations can match her.
Azshara would naturally not trust Angmar gullibly.
She even wondered whether this prophet, whom she regarded as a god and respected in every possible way to seek favors, might have some ulterior motives in mind, and was trying to deceive herself to achieve her conspiracy.At this time, he finally started to show his fangs
As soon as this thought came to his mind, the prophet in front of him turned to look at him.
Looking at those deep eyes, Azshara suddenly fell into a fantasy.
In a trance, the prophet's figure became as majestic as the heaven and earth, looking down at his tiny self in the sky.
Dark clouds gathered, and after looking at them for a long time, I realized that they were not clouds, but the darkest rolling shadows, like a cauldron upside down in the vast sky and earth. Azshara felt like someone was holding her throat, and she continued to Breathing became difficult.
The thunder was deafening, the lightning lit up the dark night sky, and also illuminated the stern face.
The Well of Eternity boiled, and even this endless source of magic had to respond to the god's wrath.
In front of him, in the face of the unparalleled majesty, Azshara couldn't resist at all, and even couldn't help but have an ardent desire to worship.
The prophet was furious
Me, am I wrong?
Did he hear my voice?
At the same time, a voice as deep and thick as a bell sounded directly in her heart.
"Aisshara, do you think I have the need to deceive you?"
As soon as the words fell, the illusion disappeared.
Everything is still the same, the bedroom is still the same bedroom, the world is still the same, and Angmar is still the same tall, slightly thin man.
Azshara, who was in shock, suddenly fell to the ground, gasping for air, her towering chest rising and falling, her gauze nightgown slipped off at some point, and the beauty was revealed, but she was completely unaware of it.
The prophet was angry
Because I blasphemed him
I actually slandered him in front of such a powerful god
How ignorant I am
Thoughts of regret, shock, and fear passed through Azshara's heart.
In her life, no one had ever stood above her and spoken to her in that tone.Azshara found that the feeling of being conquered by the irresistible power just now actually made her feel a little bit...
Intoxicated.
Unexplainable intoxication.
"Humph."
The cold snort woke Azshara up. She quickly raised her head and saw the still angry prophet walking out without looking back.
No, don't go
In desperation, Azshara didn't care about her manners at all and hurriedly grabbed his trousers, "Yes, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I shouldn't question you."
On the other side, the corners of Angmar's mouth were slightly raised, showing a satisfied smile.
"Please tell me, what should I do?" Azshara's voice came from behind.
Angmar sighed deeply, and his tone turned calm and said: "Put on your clothes, I know what you want. I don't want to, and there is no need to deceive you. All this, whether you believe it or not, to me There’s no difference.”
The hand holding the trousers loosened, and then there was a small rustling sound.
After the voice ended, Angmar turned around.
Azshara had already put on her usual clothes, looked down at the ground, and repeated: "Please forgive me, Prophet."
"If I don't forgive you, will I still stand here?" Angmar chuckled, "Sara"
Hearing him call her by his nickname, Azshara's expression softened a lot.
Angmar sat back at the table again. This time, Azshara did not sit across from him, but stood quietly beside him, her hands tightly intertwined, looking very nervous, like a frightened little girl.
It can be seen that this feeling, which has never been felt before in her life, makes Her Majesty the Queen very uncomfortable.She hasn't learned yet
Conquered.
"What kind of wine is this?" Angmar asked softly as he picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, looking at the liquid hanging on the wall of the transparent crystal glass.
"If the prophet likes the fine wine produced in the Vashjir region, I will send someone to your residence in a while." Azshara smiled awkwardly after hearing this, her voice was low, and she felt a little timid.
No night elf would believe that their lofty light of lights would actually show such a side in front of a man.
"Sarah, I am just a mortal, not the omnipotent prophet you say, and I cannot control your destiny," Angmar said softly, pointing to the seat next to him, "Sit down."
Azshara gave a soft "hmm" and sat next to Angmar.
"Let me tell you a story about the frog in the well."
"The Frog in the Well" Azshara blinked.
Although she had never heard such a word before, she quickly figured out the meaning.
"That's right, the story of the frog in the well who didn't know the size of the universe, the breadth of the world, and the mystery of its origin. I'm afraid all of this started from the origin of the universe, countless years ago."
Amidst the magnetic voice, Azshara gradually relaxed, supported her chin with both hands, and looked at Angmar's angular profile in fascination, with a different color flashing in her eyes.