Chapter 77 Azshara’s ontological consciousness

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Even Arthas, upon seeing the beauty in front of him, felt a slight breathlessness.

With elegant posture, a proud yet noble demeanor, exquisite features, slender and shapely legs, seductive ruby-red toenails, and delicate ears adorned with a few strands of silver-white hair that added a mature touch to her appearance, there was a sense of intellect mingled within the Queen's aura.

"Hehe, human, why have you come to my palace?" Azshara showed no signs of panic, even waved her hand to dismiss the maids who were willing to defend her at all costs. In the face of absolute power, lowly pawns were utterly useless.

Azshara was indeed intrigued by Arthas she knew that despite his mature appearance, he was still somewhat of a boy from the Eastern Kingdoms, a mere native in her eyes.

A prince from a native kingdom, she was quite knowledgeable about him.

Naga had the unique ability to navigate the seas effortlessly, a superiority unmatched by other races. With the vast ocean acting as a natural barrier, Naga could easily grasp any events occurring on several continents and islands.

Azshara's interest in Arthas was not driven by a desire for his body but rather by the ancient gods N'Zoth, who had transformed her into the instigator of the Naga.

For a sealed and imprisoned ancient god, there were few things that could pique their interest, and Arthas's unexpected intrusion into the Emerald Dream was indeed a surprise, as this newfound power astonished N'Zoth, prompting the Nightmare King to capture Arthas.

"Where is Sarvis? Azshara, drop the act I'm not falling for your charms." Arthas's gaze remained calm, fully aware that the woman before him was a true femme fatale. The more beautiful a woman, the harder it was to trust them they were adept at exploiting their advantages.

Those who fell into their traps would be left clueless, even counting money for them.

Arthas was well aware of his own strengths and weaknesses; playing mind games with cunning individuals was not his forte.

Despite growing up in the royal family, his scheming nature was not deep. Being the only son had afforded him many privileges, shielding him from palace intrigues.

"Hehe, care for a drink?" Azshara, the Queen, elegantly sipped her wine, and the next moment, the Well of Eternity erupted with immense arcane energy enveloping Arthas within.

The immense pressure felt like being crushed under the weight of the deep sea, enough to break a mere mortal!

The gentle holy light flickered, and time seemed limitless.

As Arthas watched Azshara rise suddenly, he couldn't fathom her intentions. How could she project her consciousness into the Nightmare realm?

"Status of Azshara (Naga Queen, primary consciousness): Hostile."

The crimson words made Arthas skeptical of Azshara, despite her lack of aggression moments ago; this was merely the calm before the storm.

Within the arcane vortex, Arthas witnessed Azshara's prowess in magic.

With a simple gesture, a massive ice spike the size of a bridge pillar appeared and lunged towards him, clearly aiming to end his life!

"You surprise me, mortal. State your intentions!" Azshara was taken aback ice spikes, fireballs, arcane missiles— the three magic disciplines were child's play for her, effortlessly cast.

Especially the signature Frostbolt spell of mages, nearly instant without any incantation time, approaching a cast time close to instant.

In the game, a one-second cast time produced an ice spike the size of a fist. In Azshara's hands, it was not only instant but also as wide as an adult's torso. This exaggerated display hinted at Azshara's immense power, leaving one to wonder how formidable N'Zoth, whom even Azshara couldn't handle, truly was.

For a moment, Arthas felt like giving up.

But that thought was quickly dismissed.

He might lose, he might be defeated, but he would never lose his courage and conviction to fight back.

Absolutely not. No one could make him surrender!

"Ding! You have strengthened your resolve. Level up by ten, current level: thirty."

"Ding! Endure the arcane impact for an hour, and you will gain Arcane Constitution."

"Arthas: Race: Human. Age: Fourteen. Level: Thirty. Attributes: Strength: (100) 340, Agility: (50) 350, Wisdom: (80) 380, Mastery: 400, Versatility: 400, Critical Hit :

50% (same level, increase or decrease by 1% at each level according to the enemy level difference), critical hit damage: 230%. Block: 100%. Spouses: Onyxia (Black Dragon Queen), Offspring: None. "

The dazzling array of information flashed by, Arthas simply crossed his legs and sat down, beckoning Queen Azshara with a finger, "I'll sit here and let you attack me, let's see how long you can hold on."

"Outrageous!" Azshara felt a long-lost anger rising within her. It had been so long since she had felt this angry.

This mortal, a native of a primitive and ignorant race, dared to make such a disrespectful gesture towards the great Light of Lights. It was simply outrageous! "Die!"

Enraged, Azshara summoned all the power of the Well of Eternity, forming an arcane torrent using the purest arcane energy.

Mimicking a natural disaster of flooding, she engulfed the insignificant mortal before her!

Crack!

The exquisite palace shattered in the arcane torrent, turning into ashes bit by bit, leaving no trace behind!

Azshara floated in mid-air, her delicate feet shimmering with a glow, her jade-like hand pointing at Arthas in front of her, summoning energy to overwhelm him.

She was like a ruler, commanding the energy to carry out her bidding.

In the distance, the Night Elves couldn't help but kneel down in worship, gazing at Azshara who appeared like a goddess, exuding such terrifying pressure. She was the Queen they revered.

Within the arcane torrent, Arthas gritted his teeth and persevered. Facing Azshara's arcane assaults, he had his Divine Shield rendering him invincible.

Yet, energy still seeped through. This was a simulated arcane energy that, after being diluted by the Divine Shield, allowed him to sense the flow of arcane energy in its most primal state.