Chapter 1433 Vashqi’s Rebirth

This is where?

Am I dead?

Vashchi was confused for a while, and she felt as if she was in a completely silent world.

There was no sound of wind, no chirping of insects, and no familiar sound or feel of running water.

Not on the earth, nor in the oppressive deep waters.

At this moment, there is a voice in my heart that is becoming extremely clear and precise.

That is the voice of hope.

"Seleja...Seleja...Seleja..."

The voice was extremely vague and distant, as if the last call had been made thousands of years ago.

It's so long ago that I can't even remember it.

But in the past ten thousand years, every time he woke up from nightmares, it was this voice that soothed his soul - the voice that he recognized as his true master.

That's because you made the wrong choice and were abandoned.

It's not really abandonment.

All because of the [Ultimate Transformation Technique] left behind by the master!

I'm fed up with the Queen's self-pity and hatred, fed up with her bossing around.

In the second month after falling into the deep sea, he left the city of Azshara, taking with him some compatriots who had lost faith in the queen...

Whenever all his compatriots fell into a deep sleep and no one was watching, he would take off all his clothes and stand in front of the mirror, admiring his unique body.

There is no disgusting long snake tail.

There are no scales with an ominous green light.

There are no sharp, vicious claws.

There are no twisted and terrifying six hands.

The self in the mirror is still as perfect as he was thousands of years ago.

A pair of well-proportioned and white long legs, an even slender and more voluptuous waist, pink and attractive peaks, a face that is like a work of art...

I once thought that Queen Azshara was the most beautiful existence in the world. Unfortunately, the queen had succumbed to the evil god under the fear of death and turned into a monster that even she hated.

"Only I...only I, Vashchi, no, Serejia...escaped this vicious curse..." Gently stroking her still perfect body, Vashchi fell into some kind of fanatical narcissism.

"Great Master—my Lord Mark Dooku—when will you appear? Take me away from this terrifying world? I swear, I will devote myself to you forever and ever."

Vashchi declared herself countless times.

Life under the sea is extremely terrifying, and there are giant sea beasts everywhere that are unimaginable on the surface.

What looks like a bright light is often a bait organ used by some kind of terrifying sea monster to seduce Naga.

Vashchi has personally seen no less than ten of her compatriots, who, yearning for the light and the prosperity of the past, rushed forward when their spirits collapsed.

The light disappeared, leaving only the ferocious mouth of the sea beast with thousands of sharp teeth.

Blood and minced meat floated with the tide, and whether you wanted to or not, you could taste the taste of your compatriots in your cheeks.

This disgusting day, day after day, year after year.

It is impossible to live in the deep sea in human form. If you want to survive, you can only use [Ultimate Transformation] to become a compatriot, wave a trident in the deep sea, and use limited natural magic to fight.

Because of the hope in her heart, Vashchi, who was originally not outstanding in qualifications, became more and more outstanding.

Destroy the sea beasts.

Reclaim the water element as a slave.

Subdue the giants of the deep.

At some point, a large group of Nagas, including men and women, had gathered around her. Every subordinate regards her as hope and faith.

Suddenly he smiled bitterly.

"My greatest hope is actually my master -" These words of infinite emotion never came out of her mouth.

"Selega...Selejia..." The call of her former master would ring in her mind every time she dreamed back at midnight, becoming the driving force for her survival.

This voice encouraged her.

Because the master had a glimpse of fate and foresaw all this in advance.

In her dazed consciousness, this voice has become the majestic pulse of the long river of destiny. It led her through countless painful times, broke through the fate of death, and gave her the courage to lead more compatriots.

right!

This voice remains the embodiment of hope.

"Master...how could you do this to me?"

In a daze, I cried.

Um? Am I not dead? How come I can still feel it?

Confused, I suddenly felt as if someone was touching my body.

It's cool, yet gentle, like a mother caressing her.

The mysterious power was injected into her body, allowing the blood to flow through her body again, driving away the cold evil and bringing warmth and hope.

The mysterious substance in his blood flowed faster and faster, so much so that he had the illusion that there were countless trains roaring inside his body.

But at this moment, my heart was extremely quiet, and my soul seemed to be transcended from the body, suspended in mid-air, quietly watching all the weird scenes in front of me - my translucent body, with strange power circulating.

ah! What's this?

The illusion of memories overlaps with the things in the field of vision, and it seems that for a moment, the shackles of time have been transcended.

She saw the city of Azshara and the Twisting Nether destroyed in the explosion thousands of years ago.

She saw Stormwind thousands of years later and the Alliance flourishing in the hands of one man.

The alternation of old and new, the rise and fall of thousands of years, only stems from the fate of a hero. He used the supreme mysterious power of the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu to weave together the fate of thousands of years.

The ancient war, the burning return.

Countless creatures participated in it, but only he used his strength, strategy, and courage to write the epic of destiny that belonged only to him into real history.

therefore--

One of the greatest legendary heroes in the history of Azeroth was born——

His name is Mark Dooku, no, that's his pseudonym.

His true name was Duke Marcus - the true master who gave her hope and a future.

Thousands of years of hardship had become the background at some point. Vaschi tried her best to raise her head and opened her eyes. She vaguely saw N'zoth jumping out after her 'death', and also saw N'zoth's conspiracy being exposed again. defeat.

At the end of the scene, she finally saw the figure that haunted her in dreams again.

When she saw Duke's eyes facing hers on the other side of the river of destiny, she was so shocked that she blurted out: "Master, so you have never abandoned me?"

Vashj saw the confident smile of the master who seemed to have the world and destiny in his hands.

"Fool, you are sincere and loyal to me, how could I let you die casually?"

The voice of Master Duke's response was like a morning bell, driving away the darkness and waking her up from her confusion.

"I...I'm not dead?" Vashchi struggled to sit up and was shocked to see Duke walking towards her.

"No! In order to atone for your sins, you died before. But now I give you new life!"