The Azshara Path

Kalimdor Continent, Tower of Slumber.

While Boss Hu was speaking with the Great Goblin Blackrock in the Eternal Night Palace, a squad of Night Elf soldiers clad in dark purple armor carved with ornate patterns was making its way toward the tower's lower levels.

They were clearly not members of the Crusaders, but several elf officers in black cloth military uniforms served as intermediaries. Whenever they encountered patrolling or passing Crusaders, they would nod in greeting.

Since special positions such as Gestapo secret police and Warlord Commissars had been monopolized by the Court Elves, their relationship with the Crusaders had always been close. After all, the two sides had much in common.

"Are we not there yet, my dear captain of the guard? You've made me walk for over half an hour."

At the center of the group, a stunning elf in a silver-white gown questioned the Court Elf captain of the guard in an arrogant, coldly rising tone. He immediately stopped, turned around, and bowed deeply, not daring even to look at the hazy, seductive figure before him.

Queen Azshara, the Light of Lights—there was not a single Court Elf who did not fear her.

That was only natural. Every Court Elf selected by Azshara to enter the underground palace and later awakened again was her fanatically loyal devotee, the very definition of a brainless fanatic.

"Light of Lights, please forgive us. We're almost there. The Ascension of the Chosen department is located in the lower levels of the Tower of Slumber. We can only—"

"Shut up. Keep moving. I'm already growing tired of this."

With that, Azshara strode ahead, taking the lead. Her loyal Head Maid Vashj followed closely behind, holding up Her Majesty the Queen's trailing skirt with both hands and never leaving her side.

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