Once controlled, no matter how strong a mage or warrior, they would kneel. Even the fallen Titan Sargeras would have to kneel and call him daddy.
In the blink of an eye, Azshara's health was already halved. She had completely underestimated that her opponent could actually threaten her!
She had a premonition that he would truly kill her!
Two seconds later, Arthas executed a standard Lock the throat from behind to take her down, his fist poised above her head.
If Azshara tried to escape, he would deliver a direct punch, killing her without hesitation.
Without Azshara, the Well of Eternity wouldn't attract the Burning Legion. If the Burning Legion didn't come, time would be rewritten.
"You lost, proud queen."
It was the first time she had been treated this way, and a strong sense of humiliation made Azshara's face flush. Leaning against the man, the cold armor emanated chills, like snow that had not melted for ten thousand years.
Besides the shame, there was also an unprecedented joy in her heart, an intense humiliation after being defeated head-on.
Perhaps she had always been looking for a man who could defeat her head-on, and now that man had appeared.
"You struggle so much just to fight me. If Sargeras were to come, how would you deal with him?"
Every strike was a critical hit, delivered with surprising force yet landing with bone-jarring impact, almost sending her flying.
"He is merely a defeated opponent of mine, his very remains ground to dust. To send an avatar to fight me, hehe. I'm not afraid to tell you a secret: Sargeras is even easier to defeat than you are."
Arthas took the opportunity to sniff the fragrance of her hair. As expected of a queen, she exuded elegance and mature beauty, along with an air of looking down on others. She deserved to be subdued and taught a lesson.
He actually won against Azshara? And a full-strength Azshara at that?
Is it real or fake?
The strong disdain lying, except for a certain shameless coward named Kil'jaeden.
Kil'jaeden: I'm called the Deceiver, not a liar! This is strategy, strategy, understand?!
"Hehe, is that so? Do you desire me?"
Azshara suddenly asked an unrelated question. Was this a bit too direct?
Arthas still held a gradually progressive worldview, but he didn't know that it wasn't the same for the night elves. If they liked each other and both felt suitable, then they would simply be together.
As for romance?
Romance could also happen after marriage; why waste each other's time before marriage?
"You are qualified enough to bear my offspring."
Arthas chuckled. Who doesn't like a younger man with an older woman?
"Vashj, leave."
Azshara simply commanded. The queen's time of favor did not require the attendance of a handmaiden.
She patted Arthas' hand, signaling him to release her.
She turned and looked at the cold man with her golden eyes. He was somewhat like a flesh-and-blood Iron Vrykul, and on him, there was a unique favor.
That was the favor from Azeroth's World Soul. She also possessed this favor; if she hadn't been chosen as its spokesperson, she would never have had such outstanding talent, capable of manipulating the Well of Eternity's energy.
Golden eyes were extremely rare among night elves; such eyes always signified a monarch.
With a pull of her jade hand, her clothes slipped, revealing breathtaking beauty and perfect golden proportions. A few strands of snow-white hair clung to the corner of her mouth, creating a charming allure. With a faint smile, she extended a finger and beckoned.
Warm curtains for a spring night, from then on, the queen would not hold court in the morning.
A new day. Today was the day the queen summoned the Highborne nobles for a meeting.
In the grand hall outside the palace, a group of nobles gathered in small groups, but all eyes were fixed on the figure at the very front.
queen's Advisor Xavius!
He was also the empire's second-in-command, deeply trusted by the queen, overseeing the empire's magical research. As a member of the nobility, his own strength was incredibly formidable.
Among the Highborne, no mage was his match. His exquisite magical skills, unique instant spells, coupled with his intelligent mind and cunning personality, had always kept him firmly in the second seat of power.
But today, Xavius' behavior was very abnormal. Not only was he completely wrapped up, but strange horns had also grown on his head, and his skin, once his proud violet, had turned grayish-white, exuding an aura of decay.
Furthermore, after Fel energy was infused into his body, a natural sulfurous stench arose, which was very repulsive and nauseating.
As a top-tier mage, Xavius' mental power was immense. Even after his death and transformation into the Emerald nightmare, he could still corrupt and debase adult dragons.
He was keenly aware of the expressions of his former colleagues; their strange gazes made him very uncomfortable.
In his heart, he believed he had gained a powerful energy infusion, and his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. He was confident that today, in front of all the Highborne, he would propose marriage to the queen!
Yes, propose marriage!
A simp was no longer simping, but had instead puffed himself up. It was indeed a strange occurrence.
He didn't know if Kil'jaeden had brainwashed him, even going so far as to say that Sargeras also favored him to become Azshara's consort.
This undoubtedly gave Xavius immense confidence. This would definitely work; today was the day he would end his simping career and win the beauty's heart.
He could already imagine the shocked, envious, and even maddened expressions of his former colleagues after Azshara announced him as her consort.
Thinking of this, Xavius couldn't help but burst into laughter. He had even encountered a nightingale singing when he left home today. This must be a good omen!
Dath'Remar Sunstrider looked at the laughing Xavius in confusion, wondering if this advisor had gone mad?
As the founder of the high elves and the grandfather of Kael'thas, his status here was second only to Xavius.
Ordinarily, to gain favor in front of the queen, their relationship wasn't particularly good, but it hadn't reached the point of mortal enemies either.
"Is he mad?"
Commander of the First Legion Ravencrest glanced at Xavius, then at his superior.
"Perhaps he thought of something happy?"
"What happy thing?"
"Perhaps his wife had a child?"
Pfft!
The whispering nobles couldn't help but laugh aloud. They hadn't expected Ravencrest, who had always been at odds with them and instead befriended those commoners, to say such a thing.
Everyone knew Xavius was the queen's number one simp and ardent admirer.
Everyone was a fervent believer in the queen, but they all maintained proper etiquette, admiring and loving her in their hearts, but never overstepping boundaries.
"Where did Xavius get a wife? Don't talk nonsense; if you ruin his reputation, you'll be responsible!"
"Perhaps it's someone else's wife?"
At this, everyone's expressions changed. While they played and joked, they exchanged handmaidens, but wives were certainly not to be trifled with.
Could it really be true?
With one sentence, his colleague made them suspect their wives eighteen times. You tell me if that's impressive!