The conversation between the two was recorded by a magical eye that was hidden incredibly well. The city of Azshara is located near the Well of Eternity, where streams of arcane magic flow everywhere. A magical eye was cleverly embedded within these streams, and no mage would find such a common arcane flow surprising.
This precisely proves that Azshara's magical prowess had reached a pinnacle so high that even a master mage like Elisande couldn't notice it! It is not surprising that a peak Archmage has a large number of mages under her, just like that professor who doesn't have many free graduate students to command. Why do everything personally when you can lie back and enjoy?
Azshara gritted her teeth as she watched the conversation between the two, her mind twisted. From the admired Light of All Peoples to the hideous Naga Queen she is now, even though she is still immortal, what does it mean? Her only meaning is revenge! To take revenge on those lowly bastards who betrayed her a thousand years ago! And on the idle traitors! And, N'Zoth most of all!
Azshara was truly revered and adored during ancient times; both ordinary and the noble class of night elves would wholeheartedly devote themselves to her, akin to brain-dead fans obsessed with idols! And Azshara did not disappoint, as an outstanding Archmage, she brought down the colossal Troll Empire that dominated the entire Kalimdor continent, causing its collapse and disintegration, easily obliterating an elite force of ten thousand single-handedly.
With her mastery of magic, she also built this magical city. Powerful strength, unparalleled beauty, and an elegant background—all of this elevated Azshara to a pedestal. It fostered her character of arrogance and pride. Whatever she did was correct. Even attracting the Burning Legion to Azeroth was correct. Being tempted by the immense power of Sargeras was also correct, like a spoiled child.
Her whole world had been completely shattered, cast into the depths of the sea. Trading with Old Gods, cursed to become the ugly Naga Queen. The hatred in Azshara's heart intensified, gradually going more insane with the passage of time. All of this was buried deep inside her heart, just to have the opportunity to take vengeance on her enemies!
Arthas noticed a red-named unit in the distance, as Azshara's hostility was revealed, causing the Eye of Azshara to also turn red. "Eye of Azshara (a magical outpost monitoring everything, revealing both visible and invisible units)"
"It seems that the Naga Queen has now noticed us, she is also in this dream. You better be careful, hey, this queen is never soft on backstabbers!" Arthas chuckled, looking somewhat amused.
Reminded by this, Elisande felt a chill down her spine, instantly covered in goosebumps. She cast a magical shield in response, bang! The shield shattered! An invisible moon blade almost cut her in half; if it weren't for the shield appearing in time, she would have died!
"I have to Run!" Elisande stamped her foot, and her bare feet sent out a wave of magical ripples. A complex magical array, consisting of countless triangles, circles, diamonds, and other shapes, began to glow. If fellow mages from Dalaran saw this, they would surely be astonished that such a complicated magic array could be activated so quickly!
The mages from Dalaran would just turn red in the face, struggling to hold it, and wouldn't even be able to complete one-fifth of it! Mental strength, concentration, mana, and mastery of magic are all indispensable!
"Wait, what are you pulling me for?" Before Arthas could finish his sentence, he was lifted, feeling a wave of dizziness. He disappeared from his spot, and not a moment later, numerous arcane missiles with brilliant tails of flame slammed into the very place he had just been standing. The exquisite mage manor was instantly turned to ruins by magic, and the so-called magical shield barely held for less than a second before it was smashed. The entire process was as if encountering a natural disaster, washed clean away by the force of nature.
The graceful reflection of Queen Azshara appeared over the ruins, her sharp regal eyes gazing at the remnants below, and without raising her head, she commanded the approaching guards in the distance, "Pass the order down, search for Elisande and the creature impersonating a Titan messenger!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The patrol leader, Vilusso, watched Azshara with an infatuated gaze, bowing respectfully and saying, "As you command, your orders are my will!"
Not just him, the guards who arrived afterward also cast fervent glances at Queen Azshara. Such a beautiful elf should not exist; her pretty face was not the fundamental reason for their obsession. This was merely an inducement; what truly mesmerized them was Azshara's extraordinary beauty paired with her innate charisma! It was a Queenly aura that only someone who stood at the very peak would possess, nobility and grandeur arising from ruling a vast empire, exuding opulence and immense power.
All of this combined is what truly inspires obsession. As the illusion gradually vanished, the observing night elves reluctantly dispersed. No one questioned why Elisande would rebel, as if they had lost their minds, whatever Azshara said, they believed. Her Majesty is always right, whatever she says is correct!
In the palace, a demon with horns growing on its head, covered in hair, with goat hooves, looked at Queen Azshara with a complicated expression.
After a slight hesitation, he bowed respectfully and said, "Honorable Queen, N'Zoth sent me with a message, we must capture that strange creature."
"Why?" Azshara elegantly sipped her wine; the illusion just now was merely a casually cast spell.
She is the strongest native being on the planet of Azeroth; even the two leaders of the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, regard her with immense caution, which is proof enough of her strength. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so disdainful of all other forces, even the Titan Keepers or the Aspects. While it could be called arrogance, it was also true that in a contest of strength she saw herself without equal on Azeroth. If there is no strength with such arrogance, that is not pride, but pure foolishness.