Ranger King of Azeroth

Chapter 445 Entering the Queen's Palace at Night

After Malygos left, Charlemagne looked at the demons who were madly slaughtering the night elves below and frowned. For the sake of the overall situation, he couldn't kill these demons at this time, otherwise the massive demons in the entire Golden Azshaline would spit one by one. could drown him.

‘Sorry, I can’t save you. '

Powerless to save these innocent compatriots, Charlemagne could only turn a blind eye to the tragedy below, hardened his heart and jumped on the roof in the city of Golden Azsalin towards the palace.

The area closest to the royal palace is called the noble area, where the upper elves from the upper echelons of the Dark Night Empire live. Compared with other areas where screams are constantly incessant, the noble area is very calm, and some upper elves even look at the people below from a height. The tragedy is drinking and celebrating.

"It's time to clean up these untouchables! I don't even think about who provided them with a stable life and dared to hate us!"

"That's right! Let these untouchables be taught a lesson by the envoys of God, their number will be reduced and it will be easier for us to manage, hahaha!"

The unpleasant words kept coming from below, and Charlemagne temporarily stopped moving forward. He stood on a roof and launched a sneak, wanting to see clearly what kind of dog these high elves who made ridiculous remarks looked like.

"shut up!"

At this moment, a loud roar came from the upper-level elves, "No matter how these civilians disobey us, as the upper-level of the country, we should protect them, instead of letting the demons slaughter our people here, what is your brain? Corrupted by power to the point where something goes wrong?"

"Yo, isn't this the Sunstrider?"

A voice that spoke earlier said in a strange way, "The untouchables are the untouchables, and whether we want them to live or die is up to us. On the contrary, you, the rebel among the high elves, have the nerve to refute my opinion with nonsense. You want to plot rebellion! No?"

The upper elves below were gradually divided into three factions during the quarrel. One faction agreed with the reduction of the number of untouchables, and the other faction agreed with the Sunstrider's view that these commoners would not deserve death no matter what. The last faction... is the Chinese Stand up to eat melons.

In the end, these upper elves broke up unhappily, and the radicals, led by the male duck voice just now, returned to their mansion to continue drinking and having fun. People stayed in the square to watch the tragedy still happening below.

"Is this... really what we want? The power promised by the Burning Legion is indeed very attractive, but the price is too heavy. If our people are all slaughtered, as nobles, we should lead Who? Will the next one to be slaughtered be the Highborne?"

Charlemagne listened quietly to the discussion of the opposition below, and probably guessed the identity of the leading blond highborne.

'Sunstrider, and he still has the Flame Strike hanging from his waist. As expected, he should be the founding king of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, right? '

Perhaps the Sunstrider family was born an outlier among the night elves. Not only did they have strange surnames, but their brilliant blond hair, which was extremely rare among night elves, also made the future first king of Quel'Thalas stand out from the crowd.

Not long after, the envoy sent by Azshara to recruit the Highborne into the palace came to the aristocratic area, and the radicals happily followed the envoy to the palace, completely ignoring the tragic experiences of the common people along the way.

When the sighing opposition also followed up helplessly, Charlemagne quietly sneaked into the melon-eating crowd, and followed them to Azshara's palaces without anyone noticing.

He didn't show up until he was about to enter the gate handled by the palace guards. Wearing a gorgeous robe, he naturally entered the royal court among the high elves.

"Hoo..."

After entering the royal court through the inspection at the gate, Charlemagne broke away from the Highborne team again. He kept sneaking carefully all the way, and checked everywhere in this huge palace complex.

Since Sargeras ordered the Burning Legion to destroy Azeroth's resistance as quickly as possible, Archimonde, Mannoroth, and Hakar and other Burning Legion generals left the palace to fight. Charlemagne's inspection in the palace almost Nothing hindered.

No one thought that an outsider would be mixed into the group of Highborne. This kind of situation had never happened in the past thousands of years.

Charlemagne stood at the corner of a certain palace at this time, watching the group of highborne who entered just now were driven by the demons to the Well of Eternity to continue to study how to expand the portal so that Sargeras' body could enter.

‘Sad Highborne, you don’t even know what Sargeras will bring. This fallen titan who is frightened will only destroy the planet you live on, and corrupt the star soul for your own use, just like Argus. '

Looking at the highborne who started to work for the last time, Charlemagne shook his head and retreated into the darkness again. This time he planned to find Azshara's bedroom directly.

On the one hand, he was very curious about how beautiful the night elf queen known as the Light of Light was, on the other hand, he also wanted to eavesdrop on more inside stories about the Burning Legion from Azshara.

Now that he has gradually begun to understand the mission Nozdormu said, although he has followed his own choice all the way from his descent to Northrend, perhaps this is what Nozdormu really meant.

He threw himself into the Northrend area and met Malygos, and then led by Malygos to Golden Azsharin, and then sneaked into the palace after encountering the invasion of the Burning Legion.

All of this gave Charlemagne an illusion, as if someone secretly planned all of this, and quietly pulled a thread to gradually lead him to the present step.

'No, maybe it should not be said to be guidance, but Nozdormu knows what choices I will probably make based on my personality, so he will let me move freely. Maybe the actions I am taking now are originally what I did in history. out of choice. '

Thinking of this, Charlemagne was a little upset. Although the decision was made by himself, the old boy Nozdormu must have calculated it in advance behind his back. This feeling of walking along history without missing a step made him feel very complicated.

On the one hand, he can’t change history drastically, otherwise it may lead to the complete collapse of his future. On the other hand, he can only watch the development of the situation, which makes him very uncomfortable as a time traveler.

‘Anyway, let’s go to Azshara’s bedroom to check the situation first. I always feel that there seems to be something waiting for me there. '

In the huge palace group, it would be very difficult to accurately find a single palace, but Charlemagne only looked for the biggest idea, and he actually touched the door of Azshara's bedroom by mistake.

Half-squinting his eyes and glanced at the several high-level elf maids guarding the door of the Queen's bedroom, Charlemagne lightly touched his chin, 'So, how should we get in now? '

At this moment, Charlemagne suddenly smelled an elegant fragrance into his nostrils. Just as he was wondering about the source of the fragrance, a soft greeting suddenly came from behind him, which made his hairs stand on end in fright. stand up.

"Little guy, who are you? What are you doing hiding here?"

Thanks to the book friends "魔· Remnant Soul", "Vivi Lanlan", "Moon Night 灬 Watcher" for their support.

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