Dymus, the Universe's Strongest Delivery Guy: His Final Delivery

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Azshara barely had to lift a finger.

Once someone reached her level of power, they tended to become "lazy."

Having witnessed a broader world, they yearned to achieve greater things. Time, already scarce, became even harder to allocate. Her mind was filled with plans, and she wished she could split every minute in two. How could she possibly have spare time for this kind of "low-intensity" battle?

Just hours ago, she had been fighting a true god of death!

Asking her now to personally drive away undead and demons that were hardly worth mentioning was indeed asking too much. Experts had standards to maintain at all times.

What was more, the situation did not require the noble queen to act personally. Simply standing there was enough to boost morale. Though she had already taken on a "troll form," given that the spread of Magic Plague through Suramar could no longer be stopped, anyone with eyes could see that the Nightborne's mass degeneration was only a matter of time.

Under such circumstances, the queen's voluntary sacrifice was enough to fill those terrified elves with heartfelt excitement. They supported their queen and immediately, unconditionally accepted Azshara's outrageous claim that "trolls are also a branch of elves."

A "truth" concerning racial identity took shape with astonishing speed. The Zandalari Trolls did not object, and neither would the Kaldorei and Sin'dorei on the battlefield.

People had double standards. Elves were no different.

Tell them that they had once been Dark Trolls, and eleven out of ten elves would fight you to the death. But tell them that trolls were merely potential elves unfortunate enough not to have been blessed and thus unable to evolve, and the elves would solemnly