"What do you want from me?"
Arthas didn't answer; instead, he challenged her, refusing to lose in terms of aura. What if she was the strongest mortal?
Vashj inwardly cursed. Just as she was about to speak to ease the tension, she saw Her Majesty the queen raise her hand, signaling her to be silent!
Her figure flickered, and in the next second, she was in front of Arthas. Her height, over two meters, allowed her to look down on him, and the oppressive feeling from her large frame was intense.
All I saw was darkness!
It was the darkness caused by towering mountains, accompanied by a faint, peculiar fragrance. While it calmed the mind, a fire ignited in my chest, making me want to instinctively do something.
"You know Vashj?"
Azshara extended a finger, her long, narrow nail scraping against the Helm of Domination. She felt its cold texture, unsure of its material.
"Yes."
Arthas suppressed his discomfort. Could it be that the queen also liked to drug people?
"Hehe, very good. Tell me everything you know. If you can please me, I will give you a suitable reward!"
Azshara's tone remained imperious, which was clearly uncomfortable, yet when she spoke, it carried an inherent nobility, as if her commands could not be refused.
"A reward? Are you rewarding yourself to me?"
Arthas sneered, then instantly flickered away after speaking.
The spot he was on was crushed by arcane energy, an invisible hand restraining the area. If he hadn't moved quickly, he would probably be dead!
The Well of Eternity boiled, its wild arcane energy making it impossible for him to move. Facing Azshara, who maintained her elegance even in anger, the feeling of death was closing in.
"Ignorant, filthy, ugly savage, how dare you profane me!"
Azshara was angry; she wanted to kill!
No one could profane her, no one, not even the fallen Titan Sargeras!
She, Azshara, queen of the Sin'dorei Empire, the elegant embodiment of the Light of Lights, would never allow even the slightest profanity!
She raised her hand, and a wave of Fel energy attacked.
This familiar Fel energy surprised Azshara for a moment. She raised her hand and shattered the energy wave with arcane magic.
Her golden eyes stared at Arthas with surprise and uncertainty, her pearly teeth tightly clenched, as she exclaimed with both shock and fury.
"What is your relationship with Sargeras?"
A playful smile tugged at Arthas' lips. Although his face was unclear, the mockery in his tone was distinctly felt.
"Rival in love. You can only be mine."
Bold!
Too bold! To dare covet the Light of Lights, he was truly courting death!
So many Highborne and night elf commoners, one bite each would drown him.
Hearing this, Azshara was not angry; instead, she was quite appreciative. At least he had the courage to say it, unlike those nobles who couldn't move when they saw her, only prostrating themselves.
Females of any race share a common trait: they admire strength, and only the strong can capture their hearts.
Vashj covered her mouth in surprise. She could hardly imagine such a thing happening.
On second thought, could this be the queen's consort, the one she specifically sent herself to find?
She couldn't help but recall her own appearance after transforming into a naga: a green-skinned succubus with a human torso and a snake tail, an ugly sight.
No, she wouldn't become that ugly. Absolutely not!
Azshara let out a cold laugh, her delicate, beautiful nails beckoning with a finger, and her uniquely magnetic voice resounded.
"You are very courageous. Hehe, good, I will give you a chance!"
Only on formal occasions would she use the term 'I' (I); in daily life, she preferred to use 'I' (I).
Ten poisonous snake guards abruptly appeared beside her, spitting barbs at Azshara.
Above the palace, a meteorite enveloped in Fel energy appeared, crashing down with gravitational acceleration. Such an impact would not only turn him into pulp but at least break his bones and tendons.
"A decent trick, but useless in the face of true power."
Azshara snapped her fingers, a standard dispel magic. The ten poisonous snake guards instantly vanished. Since they were magical constructs, in front of her, the strongest mage, everything was just an inferior trick.
She clenched her right hand in the void, and the four-meter-wide Fel meteorite instantly stopped in mid-air, as if an invisible hand was blocking its downward charge.
Pfft!
She tightened her grip with her right hand, directly crushing the solid Infernal.
It wasn't shattered into scattered stones after being killed, but directly pulverized.
With the Well of Eternity's blessing, mana was infinite and inexhaustible for her. In this state, Azshara was at her most powerful.
Her magic mastery, already nearing perfection, unique spellcasting techniques, combined with infinite mana, was no longer a magic machine gun, but a magic cannon.
"You know nothing of power! Urgh!"
The two previous skills were merely a diversion; the true killing blow was Arthas himself.
He flickered over and punched Azshara, but as soon as his fist connected, he felt something was off.
Bang.
The clone shattered. The moment his fist made contact, Azshara had already replaced herself with an illusion.
She raised her right hand, and endless arcane energy imprisoned Arthas in place, unable to move.
She floated up, her ten perfect toes suspended in the air. Her posture was very similar to Xal'atath's, as if this could better display the softness of her figure.
"Interesting, but too weak!"
No sooner had Azshara spoken than her brows furrowed. She felt her mana and life force draining away. It wasn't much, but even the slightest change could not escape her perception.
Void Absorption!
Simultaneously absorbing life and mana, as the strongest mage, she detected something unusual.
Ice Prison!
An extremely strong chill enveloped Arthas. As the chill intensified, the outer layer began to freeze. Once encased in ice, he would not only be unable to move but would also be in mortal danger.
He flickered again, escaping from the prison out of thin air.
Azshara's golden eyes flickered with surprise. The magic she cast could freeze even demigods, so how could it not freeze him?
A fist, whistling through the air, struck with a speed that surpassed the limits of the naked eye.
Just as she was about to use her old trick, replacing herself with an illusion, she suddenly lost control of her body the next second.
She was struck by a heavy blow, then lost control of her body. She had never experienced this feeling before; even the strongest demigods from Mount Hyjal had never posed such a threat to her.
How did he do that?
After the punch landed, there was another indescribable feeling of weakness. She instantly realized that this was the feeling of being drunk!
How could that be?
Although Shadowberry wine was delicious, for a powerhouse of her level, her physical constitution was also greatly enhanced, far beyond what those delicate mages, who could be blown away by a gust of wind, could compare to.
Watching the queen being restrained, Vashj was both worried and frightened, torn about whether to help the queen.