"Just as I thought."
Illidan stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Back in Mardum, I felt something was off. There's no reason why the shrewd Kiljaeden would let us lie in wait in Mardum for years without making a move."
One of the most valuable pieces of intelligence provided by Medivh was the confirmation that Kiljaeden had been imprisoned by Sargeras.
After Archimonde's death, Kiljaeden became the second most powerful figure in the Burning Legion, only to be suddenly plunged from his lofty position into the abyss. This sudden fall from grace was undoubtedly a disgrace for the proud and arrogant Deceiter.
Andreas turned to Velen, whose eyes held a complex expression. "Prophet, based on your understanding of Kiljaeden, do you think he will accept our persuasion and raise the Eredar resistance against Sargeras?"
"meeting."
Velen composed herself and said firmly, " Kiljaeden has a very strong sense of pride and is extremely vengeful."
"While his failure at Draenor was certainly his fault, Sargeras' ruthless handling of him as the last remaining commander of the Burning Legion was inappropriate and will definitely hurt Kiljaeden's pride."
Velen and Kiljaeden have known each other for tens of thousands of years and know each other very well.
Once they become enemies, Kiljaeden will not care about the deep friendship they once shared. In fact, the deeper the friendship, the deeper the resentment Kiljaeden will feel after the falling out. Velen is a typical example of this.
Andreas nodded. "If we can get the Deceiter's help to further disrupt Argus' situation from within, our attack on Burning Throne should go much more smoothly."
Velen habitually stroked his beard and added, "Not only that, Xera's Army of the Light has also been fighting against the Burning Legion in Argus. If we can win their full support, our chances of winning will increase even further."
' Xera...'
Speaking of the original Naaru, Andreas subtly shifted his gaze to Illidan.
'I wonder if using the name Elune can intimidate Mother of Light. I hope that internal conflicts won't arise first when we start collaborating.'
After finishing his chores, Andreas spent some time at home training Sirius with Shandris, which delayed him for quite a while. Finally, he reluctantly set off amidst the urging and disapproving looks from his family.
Andreas really didn't want to see Azshara unless it was absolutely necessary.
'Whatever! Whether I stick my neck out or not, I'll get stabbed anyway.'
Using Shadowmeld, Andreas arrived directly at the Eternal Palace on the seabed. The powerful water pressure around him was completely ignored by Andreas, who, having reached the level of a true god, no longer needed to breathe air.
"who!"
The royal Naga guards, holding their tridents outstretched, watched the Night Elves who had suddenly burst into the palace with suspicion.
"etc!"
One of the Royal Guards stopped his comrades from launching an attack. As one of the Royal Guards who had fought alongside the elite of the Allied Forces, he still had a deep impression of this face.
" Andreas? How dare you come to see the Queen!"
Andreas shrugged helplessly. "There's a reason for this. Azshara should know my purpose. Please inform them."
"No need to announce it."
A soft voice came from behind Andreas, and at the same time he felt a slight stinging pain in his back.
"Sizzle!"
Intense arcs of electricity flickered throughout the palace. Royal Guards who were nearby instinctively summoned pure water shields to block the electrical conductivity, their movements so practiced it was almost heartbreaking.
"Um?"
Unharmed, Andreas turned around and saw a familiar, beautiful face with lifeless eyes.
"... Vashj?"
Hehe~
Vashj's eyes were unfocused, making her look somewhat eerie. She forced a emotionless smile and said, "I never expected that such a noble deity would remember my name. It is truly an honor."
Electricity crackled in Vashj's eyes and hands, her expression twisting with rage. "The shame you brought upon the Queen must be washed away, even if it costs me my life..."
" Vashj, stop."
Vashj, who had just been in a hysterical state, paused for a moment, then immediately adopted a submissive posture, lowered his head, and withdrew his hands.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
'Truly a loyal dog...'
Azshara, who had recently been "completely naked" with Andreas, gracefully walked out of the inner palace. Her long, slender, pale purple legs gleamed in the deep sea, and her golden eyes were fixed on Andreas, flashing with an indescribable complex meaning.
Walking up to Vashj, Azshara gently traced the chief lady's face with her slender fingers, only turning her gaze away from Andreas when she lifted Vashj's chin.
"My most important head handmaiden, I will not allow you to give up your life so easily. It is a foolish thing to do something you know is impossible."
As Azshara's most valued handmaiden, Vashj had followed Illidan on his campaigns for many years and had long since broken through to the demigod realm, possessing considerable strength.
But Azshara, who was also a true god, knew better than anyone how powerless a demigod was when facing a true god. Vashj's so-called desperate efforts were just futile.
Andreas looked at Vashj's infatuated and grateful eyes, and his lips twitched slightly. 'It's because of your constant flirting that Vashj's sexual orientation went astray... truly a femme fatale.'
Just then, Andreas sensed a slight spatial disturbance, and before he could react, the environment around him had already changed.
Apart from Vashj, who was brought along, all the other Royal Guards have disappeared. This is the throne room that Azeroth Allied Forces previously stormed.
' Portal? No, it activates much faster, and it even managed to bypass my senses.'
Azshara calmly sat on her throne, the underwater environment posing no obstacle to her Night Elves form.
" Andreas, I know why you've come. I, Lord, am magnanimous and will let bygones be bygones for your two previous acts of rudeness."
"twice?!"
Vashj glared at Andreas with eyes that seemed to shoot lightning.
"Forehead..."
Andreas looked away somewhat awkwardly, knowing perfectly well what Azshara meant by "the second time."
"Well, that would be perfect. When can we start the experiment?"
"It has already begun."
Azshara leaned lazily against the armrest of the throne, propping her perfect profile with the back of her hand, and nodded her chin toward Vashj.
"As my most loyal Head Handmaiden, Vashj should be the first to enjoy the Queen's favor."
Andreas scratched his head, staring speechlessly at Vashj, who remained in Naga form.
What are you expecting?
Azshara scoffed, "You don't actually think gene modification works immediately, do you?"
" N'Zoth's physical modifications also take time, and each modification cannot be too drastic to avoid causing genetic chaos in the recipient, which could lead to physical collapse."
" Vashj only underwent her first transformation. Including the adaptation process, it will take about a month to complete the entire transformation process and turn her back into Night Elves."
Andreas raised an eyebrow. "Then... what about the Night Elves ' fertility gene lock?"
"Heh~"
Azshara crossed her long legs and looked at Andreas with a half-smile. "I can hand over the research results to you. As long as you are confident that the whole process will go smoothly, you can put it directly into human trials."
Andreas sighed helplessly, "If I had that ability, I wouldn't need to bother you. I'm not like you; I would never joke about the lives of my people."
Noticing the fleeting anger in Azshara's eyes, Andreas quickly pressed on before she could speak, asking, "What would it take for you to agree to help modify the Night Elves ' genes?"
Azshara, who was in a bad mood, suddenly showed a happy expression and gently lifted her slender feet, which were crossed on top, towards Andreas. Her small, cute toes, like buds, were neatly joined together.
"Kneel down and lick my feet while begging for the Queen's forgiveness."
Andreas: "..."
Azshara's feet looked incredibly alluring, with delicate, shell-like toes tinged with a pale violet, and the arch of her feet was exceptionally perfect, extending upwards to her slender calves, showcasing a beautiful curve.
Underwater, one cannot breathe or smell anything, but Andreas believed that Azshara's jade feet would not have any odor, for the proud queen would not tolerate even a single imperfection on her body.
With a disgruntled slap, Andreas slapped away the foot Azshara offered him, rolled his eyes, and retorted, "Do you think I would do something so stupid as to abandon my dignity? Let's stop with the jokes."
Hehe~
Azshara gracefully withdrew her raised, delicate foot, and looked at Andreas with a half-smile, saying, "Why did I sense you wavered for a moment just now? So you have this kind of taste?"
"Cough cough~"
Vashj deliberately coughed to interrupt their increasingly inappropriate conversation. Seeing Azshara frowning and looking over, Vashj quickly lowered his head to remind him.
"Your Majesty, please mind your manners."
"Fine, let's stop fooling around here."
Azshara straightened his body, lowered his crossed legs, and resumed a serious expression.
"Modifying the Night Elves ' fertility rate is not difficult, but it will take as long as it does to modify the Naga."
"Moreover, this work can only be manually operated by us as gods. The population explosion you envisioned in a short period of time is basically impossible."
Even though Andreas learned physical modification under Azshara's careful guidance, only the two of them could undertake the work of gene adjustment, and quickly completing the modification of the entire race was just an unrealistic wishful thinking.
Adjusting the Night Elves ' birth rate is intended to increase the overall population of the race. Limiting physical modification techniques to a small scope would be meaningless for the race's overall interests.
Azshara was well aware of Andreas' concerns, and she didn't want to spend all her time doing nothing but adjusting the genes of her subordinates.
"Don't rush into practical use. I will try other methods to see if we can skip the tedious manual process and complete the entire process through mass production."
Azshara already had a rough plan in mind: to replace inefficient manual labor by concocting god-level alchemical potions.
However, the selection of excipients for the potion and the mass injection of genetically modified divine power require time to study the proportions and procedures, and Azshara cannot be sure how much time it will take to perfect this potion.
Watching Andreas depart with a worried expression as he activated Shadowmeld, Azshara leaned back on his throne, lost in thought.
Not only was Andreas anxious, but Azshara also hoped to speed up the conversion of Naga, since it was related to the competition between her and Elune for the total number of believers.
Vashj opened her mouth several times as if to say something, but fearing she might disturb the Queen's train of thought, she ultimately failed to utter a sound.
Having ascended to true godhood, Azshara's perception of her surroundings was far stronger than when she was a demigod, and she quickly noticed Vashj's conflicted emotions.
" Vashj, just say what you have to say, there's no need to beat around the bush."
"yes."
Vashj asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, are you really planning to choose this spear-wielding gorilla as your mate?"
Azshara raised her delicate eyebrows and tilted her head slightly to look at Vashj meaningfully.
"What? You're unhappy with Andreas?"
"this..."
Vashj hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and advised, "Your Majesty, please forgive my bluntness."
" Andreas' personal strength and power are indeed worthy of you, but he is a married man after all. If you interfere, is it not appropriate?"
"Heh~" Azshara chuckled dismissively. "I thought you were worried about something, but it turns out it's just some trivial matter."
Rising from his throne, Azshara looked up at the openwork window above the Eternal Palace that led to the sea, where the dark seabed offered no view of the moonlight.
" Vashj, my views on choosing a partner and my values are different from yours. Once I like someone, I won't care about other formalities."
"In my view, only the strong have the right to control everything."
"Since Andreas can really overpower me with his strength, so what if he has a family? Are you worried that I'll suffer at the hands of Shandris and that little girl from the Sunstrider Family?"
Vashj quickly retorted, "Of course not! I just feel that sharing a partner with someone else is not in keeping with your distinguished status."
"Is it prestigious?"
Azshara sighed softly. " Vashj, now that things have come to this, do you still really think my status is noble?"
" The Night Elf Empire is long gone. The Night Elves of today do not recognize the cold queen who treated them like dirt ten thousand years ago, but Speaker Moonshadow, who is dedicated to fighting for better living conditions for them and leading the entire race through hardships."
Azshara looked earnestly at Vashj, who was still somewhat unable to accept it, and said, "Times have changed. In the eyes of most Night Elves, Azshara is just the Naga Queen, not the Night Queen."
" This idea will not change easily until I transform the Naga back into the Night Elves and reintegrate them into the society of the Night Elf Republic."
"That's why I unconditionally agreed to Andreas' request to develop a mass-production method for genetic modification as soon as possible."
Azshara extended her slender fingers and slowly slid them down Vashj's forehead. "As my first human test subject, Vashj, will you feel regret and fear?"
Of course not!
Vashj's eyes were slightly dazed, but she still answered firmly, instinctively, "Everything I have is given to me by the Queen. If it can help your plans, a mere danger to my life is nothing!"
"very good."
Lifting Vashj's chin, Azshara chuckled and kissed her forehead. "As expected of my most loyal Head Handmaiden, continue to be loyal. No matter what changes may occur in the future of Andreas and me, I will never treat you unfairly."
"yes!"
...
Andreas was somewhat disappointed by Azshara's reply, but upon reflection, it was understandable.
"Alchemy potions?"
Azshara's learning talent was unmatched. There was no skill that Azeroth had ever possessed that she was not proficient in or could not master, and alchemy was no exception.
After ascending to the status of a true god, Azshara's various skills should also achieve corresponding breakthroughs. Andreas is very confident that she can develop mass-produced magic potions to replace manual spellcasting.
However, considering that each patient's physical condition and tolerance are different, in addition to research on the potion's formulation, a large number of clinical trials are also necessary. This process is destined to take more than a month or two to complete, and will take about a year.
Fortunately, in the early stages of interstellar travel, the Night Elves, whose technological level significantly surpassed that of other races, were able to maintain a sufficient advantage.
By the time humans and orcs join the competition, the Night Elves should have already seized many planets with high-quality resources under Andreas' plan, and won't have to worry about being overtaken by newcomers for at least 30 to 50 years.
The Horde have goblins, and the Alliance has Gnomes. Even with the experience of their predecessors, these two races with strong scientific research capabilities will still need a considerable amount of time to catch up.
"Haste makes waste. Since we can't complete the genetic modification of the entire race for the time being, let's focus on the important matters first."
Compared to the other races of Azeroth, the Night Elves, who were well-prepared, were the first to complete their preparations for the expedition to Argus.
The spaceship, secretly completed in Darkshore, has finally made its first appearance before the world.
However, due to the modular assembly method, the spaceships transported to Winterspring by the flying fleet are now only presented to the leaders of various races as components.
The Moonshadow Family members had just returned from Lireesa's funeral in Quel'Thalas. Vereesa, who was still grieving her mother's death, was also with the Quel'Thalas observation team, and she seemed somewhat dazed.
After Kael'thas ascended to the throne as Sun King, he began to grow a beard in order to demonstrate his maturity.
He was stroking his golden beard thoughtfully, gazing at the modular spaceship components in the sky, and asked, "Are these parts really going to be launched into space and then assembled? Are you sure there won't be any problems?"
Although Quel'Thalas was not directly involved in the construction of the spacecraft, High Elves, with his innate sensitivity to energy, provided many constructive suggestions for improving the dissipation power reactor.
The second-generation rejection power furnace has significantly improved operating efficiency, with an output at least three times that of the first-generation experimental power furnace. High Elves' contributions during the improvement process were invaluable.
Andreas said confidently, "Don't worry, with the help of the gravity barrier provided by Queen Azshara, we have already simulated the spaceship assembly environment in a weightless state, and the experiment went very smoothly."
Given the peaceful environment of Azeroth, Andreas, after completing the formation of the fourth flight fleet, has not yet added any new spaceships for atmospheric use. Instead, it is fully committed to operating the production line to manufacture space warships in preparation for the final battle against Argus.
The four flight fleets spent more than half a month transporting the completed spaceship modules back and forth to Winterspring.
Leaders of all races set aside their intense preparations at home and gathered in Winterspring. Gazing at the mass accelerator that spanned most of the valley, Gnomes' master craftsman Mekkatorque and goblin trade prince Gazlowe both gaped in astonishment.
Varian was also somewhat taken aback: "How long did it take to build such a massive project?"
Andreas explained with a smile, "It took about ten years in total, but thankfully it was completed before Illidan returned."
Demon Hunter smirked. "Although it looks rather shabby compared to Burning Legion's spaceship starport, it's passable for Azeroth, which has never ventured into space in large numbers."
Andreas retorted irritably, "Isn't that obvious? Starports are ports built in space; how could they possibly be built on the ground?"
"During the expedition to Argus, the engineering spacecraft will build a starport on the surface of Blue Child, one of the satellites of Azeroth. Our future space exploration ships will all depart from this port."
Tyrande frowned. "Both the blue boy and the white lady are under Elune's jurisdiction, right? Isn't that blasphemy?"
Andreas waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I got Elune's permission in advance. Speaking of which, shouldn't the Church of Elune change its habit of linking planets with divine power?"
...
With the delivery of spacecraft components, the long-awaited mass accelerator has finally been put into operation.
Driven by the magical magnetic force on the launch track, the components of the spaceship were successively ejected from Azeroth atmosphere and entered their designated cosmic orbits.
The first ship to be assembled was the fleet flagship, which was over 2,300 meters long. Andreas used the name of the first atmospheric flight fleet flagship, Enterprise, and made slight modifications, naming it Enterprise.
After the escort fleet, which had been assembled by subsequent catapults, arrived in place, the mass accelerator temporarily suspended the launch of combat ships and instead launched a series of smaller engineering and manned ships.
The first group of Azeroth people to officially enter space consisted of Night Elves and Draenei. Using a pre-calculated trajectory, these manned and engineering spacecraft successfully landed on the planet's surface.
Relying on the large amount of arcane golems they carried with them, the colonists who ventured into space quickly built a military base on the surface of Blue Child Planet.
To allow Azeroth Allied Forces to adapt to the living environment in space in advance, the first batch of Allied soldiers who had completed preparations were launched and transported to the lunar base after the initial construction of the base was completed. Andreas named this base Artemis.
The training in zero gravity was mainly to prepare for the fleet war outside of Argus. These soldiers were required to stay on the starship and master the use of various weapons to fight against the Burning Legion fleet stationed outside Argus.
According to information provided by Medivh and Illidan, Argus still retains its complete planetary gravity.
Archbishop Hataru utilized the gravity barrier to simulate the gravity parameters of Argus within the Artemis base, allowing troops participating in ground combat to quickly adapt to the different gravity environments of Argus and Azeroth.
Fortunately, the two planets are not that different. Argus has about 1.1 times the gravity of Azeroth, so it didn't take too long to adapt.
"There's one more question."
Velen, who usually wore a gentle smile, unusually adopted a serious expression and reminded everyone, "We do not yet know the current atmospheric conditions of Argus. The first batch of soldiers to land on Argus should make relevant preparations in advance."
This was indeed a blind spot for Andreas. After advancing to the True God realm, his memory improved dramatically, and he could recall all the game details that he used to need a memo to remember.
The lack of attention to detail in favor of gameplay led Andreas to be influenced by habitual thinking and forget about Argus' atmospheric environment.
Medivh couldn't give a precise answer to this either, since he didn't need to breathe in his soul form.
Just in case, the logistics department urgently designed a lightweight combat suit that could provide oxygen for a certain period of time.
As training at the lunar base progressed, more and more problems, both large and small, began to emerge. These problems were all resolved one by one through the collective wisdom and efforts of technical personnel from various ethnic groups.
Andreas had intended to train for a longer period to be fully prepared, but urgent intelligence from Algalon, sent from the distant Sanctum of Life, disrupted his plans.
" Did Burning Legion discover the Sanctum of Life?"
"Not yet, but they have discovered the anomaly in the subplane and are sending troops to explore it."
Loken urged anxiously, "We must set off as soon as possible. Once the Sanctum of Life falls, without anyone to restrain Sargeras, we will not be able to defeat Fallen Titan head-on."
"Um..."
Andreas considered for a moment and said, "Lai, you and Odyn discuss it and decide to leave half of the Titan Keepers to continue guarding Azeroth."
"During our campaign against Argus, it is imperative to ensure that the planetary defense array operates at maximum power at all times, and that the Forge of Wills and Forge of Wills function at full capacity without holding back on energy."
Loken was somewhat surprised by Andreas' suggestion. "Why? Wouldn't it end the war faster if we committed more forces to the front lines?"
"It's not that simple."
Andreas narrowed his eyes. "Don't treat Sargeras like a fool. Once all of Azeroth's protective forces are mobilized, do you think he wouldn't seize the opportunity to raid their base?"
The CG in version 7.0 proves that Sargeras did indeed have this intention. He even used his greatsword to stab Ai-chan in a deep wound, and throughout version 8.0, the players were busy healing Ai-chan's wound.
Loken was startled and hurriedly nodded solemnly, saying, "I'll go back to Ulduar and discuss the matter of staying behind with the Keepers."
The native demigods of Azeroth, led by Centarius, cannot leave their home planet. Once they are far from Azeroth, they will lose their immortality due to the distance, and once they die in Argus, they can never be resurrected.
Andreas originally intended to leave a significant portion of his high-end combat forces at Azeroth.
All the Wild Gods who had previously perished have returned to the material world through the efforts of Malfurion, Cenarius, and Ysera. Together with the native loa spirits who remained on the planet, they will build the defenses of Azeroth.
In order to better manage these animal spirits, the Titan Keepers decided that Odyn would lead Freya, Hodir, and Mimiron to stay in Azeroth.
Loken, Thorim, and Hodir joined the fleet on their expedition to Argus, while the five Aspects led their entire tribesmen into battle.
In the final period before departure, Forge of Wills and Forge of Wills operated at full capacity, with the crafters engine and nalakshaa engine producing large quantities of Titan Constructs like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.
If it weren't for the shortage of subsequent materials, Azeroth could have continued to use its own energy supply to produce more reinforcements.
The atmosphere within Azeroth has been somewhat oppressive lately, with even ordinary civilians from various countries feeling the approaching threat of a major war.
While Andreas was busy with expedition matters, Azshara was not idle either.
She rarely put in such a tremendous amount of effort, dedicating herself to the improvement and experimentation of gene-modifying potions.
As it turns out, once Azshara gets into something, she can use her unparalleled talent to significantly reduce the time it would normally take to get results.
Andreas thought it would take Azshara more than a year to produce a finished potion, but in reality, the Queen of the Night completed the research and testing of the potion in just six months, before the Expeditionary Force even set off.
When Vashj led a small squad of Royal Guards in the form of Night Elves to Andreas, he was busy with logistical coordination and was momentarily taken aback.
" Vashj? What are you doing here…"
Vashj still disliked the hairy gorilla who had stolen the Queen's favor, but due to the Queen's orders, she could only suppress her displeasure and say coldly, "The Queen invites you to Naz'jatar to test the potion's effects. Please come with us."
...
With a large number of maids and Royal Guards converted back into Night Elves, no seawater can be seen in the Eternal Palace, which is located underwater.
Azshara's large barrier completely isolated the seawater from the palace, keeping the entire palace grounds dry.
The familiar surroundings made Andreas, whose memories were being rekindled, feel somewhat disoriented, as if he were seeing the Eternal Palace from ten thousand years ago all over again.
When Andreas met Azshara in the alchemy lab, she was still focused on her potion-improving experiments.
"It's here? Take it."
Without turning his head, Azshara tossed a bottle of sky-blue potion at Andreas, followed by several more bottles of similar potions with slightly different colors.
Andreas quickly used his divine power to fix the bottles in mid-air, carefully examining the potion bottle he had initially borrowed.
"These are finished medicines that have undergone clinical trials. The order and timing of administration are written on the label of the first potion."
"If you're not comfortable with it, you can have someone try it out first."
Azshara put down the potion in his hand, beckoned Andreas to come closer.
Andreas had just taken a step forward when, with the familiar spatial fluctuations, the scene before him changed.
A Night Elves man with a full beard.
"Forehead..."
Andreas' lips twitched slightly. He was well-traveled and not embarrassed, but he couldn't help feeling a little awkward at the sudden sight.
"This is?"
"Human laboratory".
Azshara explained calmly, "I don't know if you have a saintly heart, but let me mention it anyway."
Azshara gestured towards the "human laboratory" with his chin and said calmly, "These test subjects are all Night Elves recruited voluntarily, not transformed from Naga."
"In the past six months, we have changed the test subjects several times. It has been basically confirmed that the drug's effects are stable. All the mothers involved in the experiment have successfully conceived under high-intensity mating experiments. The potion in your hand is already a mature version that has undergone several rounds of improvements."
'Is it necessary for me to see it with my own eyes...?'
Andreas could almost smell the strange odor emanating from the isolation lab. He sighed helplessly, "Well, I believe the mighty Queen Azshara wouldn't try anything funny in a place like this."
"So, what about the potion production? Approximately how many sets of potions can be supplied each month?"
The scene shifts, and Andreas has been brought back to the throne room by Azshara using his spatial powers.
"I also have to take care of preparing Naga conversion potions, so I can only provide you with enough potions for fifty people each month."
Azshara rested his hand on the throne, supporting his cheek. "I'm trying to further improve the efficiency of potion preparation, and production should increase in the future."
Fifty?
Andreas nodded and said, "That's enough for now. There will be 600 people a year. Considering the series of changes that will come with the increased birth rate from these 600 people, it should bring about tremendous changes to Night Elves society within twenty years."
Azshara nodded in satisfaction. "You're quick-witted. Genetic adjustments made to a small number of people will continue to bring beneficial changes to their offspring."
"If we take into account the subsequent increase in potion production efficiency, Night Elves may be able to surpass the total population growth of the previous 10,000 years in just 20 years."
Andreas chuckled wryly and scratched his head. "Maybe I should start preparing for the happy troubles of the future now, and think about the family planning policy in advance, so as to avoid serious consequences from overpopulation."
If the Night Elves, who have been suppressed for thousands of years, were truly allowed to live freely, who knows what kind of chaos they would cause.
While a low population growth rate is a long-standing problem, we cannot become complacent and go to the other extreme just because the problem has been solved.
India, with its overpopulation, serves as a cautionary tale. Its excessive population growth has severely slowed its economic development and given rise to a series of social problems. Being a powerful nation is no joke.
"Ha~"
Azshara yawned and stretched comfortably.
A gleaming, heavy evil danced wildly before his eyes, and Andreas couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
'Was that intentional? The true god clearly doesn't need sleep anymore...'
Azshara looked at Andreas, whose expression shifted, with a half-smile. "Trying to get aroused? That whole show earlier really got your animalistic side..."
"No, that's not true!"
Andreas turned away impatiently, waving goodbye. "The expedition against Argus is imminent, and I have many important things to do. I don't have time to joke with you. I'll be going now..."
"Heh~ You think you can leave my palace once you've entered?"
A glint flashed in Azshara's eyes, but before Andreas could sense the danger and retreat into the shadows, the scene before them changed once again.
An exceptionally luxurious large bed was placed in the center of the room, with purple semi-transparent gauze curtains fluttering gently in a breeze that seemed to come from nowhere.
The delicate fragrance stimulated Andreas' sense of smell, and he instinctively wanted to activate Shadowmeld to leave immediately. However, this hall, which resembled Azshara's palace, seemed to have some kind of restriction set up, and he temporarily lost contact with the shadow space.
"Stop struggling."
Azshara teleported behind Andreas without warning, and an even richer, more fragrant scent wafted from behind. The Queen held Andreas in a familiar position and playfully bit his long ear with her teeth.
"My power is the power of space. All spatial connections in the entire palace have been severed. Today, you can forget about escaping."
The increasingly strong fragrance in the palace made Andreas feel dizzy. He was surprised to find that his body was out of control, even though he should have been immune to all poisons after becoming a god.
"How is that possible?! What kind of drug could restrict the movements of a true god?"
Hehe~
Azshara smiled smugly. "No matter how cautious you are, you still fell into my trap in the end."
While gently removing Andreas' clothes, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, Azshara explained leisurely, "The potion bottles I gave you earlier were coated with colorless and odorless adjuvants mixed with my divine power."
"The auxiliary drug has no effect in its inactive state. It is only catalyzed by certain pheromones. Once it is combined with the blue coral fragrance in the palace... even gods cannot escape the control of the magic potion."
Andreas suddenly realized that Azshara had deliberately shown him a live sex show for a purpose: to use pheromones to catalyze a colorless and odorless drug.
Gently turning Andreas' immobile head, Azshara's face unusually revealed a seductive expression as she lightly kissed Andreas' eyelid.
"Indeed, only someone with the same golden eyes is worthy of me."
"Don't worry, I've already tested it on myself. The potion won't have any side effects. Relax and enjoy it."
Andreas' body was completely immobile; only his mouth could still speak and his eyes could still move.
Andreas tried to stall for time with words, deliberately questioning in an exasperated tone, "You actually schemed against me! Was it really necessary to go to this extent?"
Azshara rolled his eyes. "It's your stubbornness that makes you unwilling to obey me. This is the only way to make you submit."
Their clothes scattered to the ground under the influence of gravity. Azshara beckoned with her finger, causing Andreas to float in mid-air and drift to the bedside.
She gently touched Andreas' chest with her finger, and Andreas, whose body was stiff, fell straight onto the soft bed.
With a casual wave of her hand, Azshara dispersed the veil, then opened her arms wide with a smile and lay down on Andreas. The smooth, soft touch of her body made Andreas' breathing become heavier.
' Shandris, Celeste, help!'
"This time I'm not in Naga's body, so don't try to find another reason to refuse me."
...
Outside the palace, Vashj stood guard at the gate with a blank expression.
Faelithris, who was on duty with him, wanted to offer words of comfort several times, but seeing the dull look in the other person's eyes that had lost their sparkle, she couldn't bring herself to say any comforting words.
'Sigh~'
At the same time, Shandris, who was adapting to Argus gravity at the lunar base, suddenly had a thought and subconsciously looked up at Azeroth, which was shrouded in beautiful clouds in the sky.
'A bad feeling, or just my imagination?'
Meanwhile, Celeste is teaching Sirius in Moonshadow Manor how to enchant weapons with high-power spells in a short time.
Sirius inherited the best genes from both parents and showed exceptional magical talent at a young age.
However, Sirius himself was not interested in fighting from a distance, and under Leticia's temptation, he chose the path of no return of close combat.
When Celeste learns that Leticia is the mastermind, he is furious and grabs his Skyfire staff to fight Leticia.
The two are best friends who grew up together and know each other very well.
Even though Celeste had a slight advantage over Leticia due to his superior strength and the artifact staff, the battle ultimately ended in a draw without a clear winner unless they really went all out.
With Andreas taking time out of his busy schedule to mediate, Celeste could only angrily agree to support Sirius's own choice.
However, Celeste did have some selfish motives. When teaching Sirius, she tried to choose spells that even a novice could cast instantly, along with weapon enchantments.
She hoped to train Sirius to be a sorcerer who would primarily rely on minor spells and enchanted weapons for mid-range combat.
When choosing a weapon, Sirius immediately took a liking to the imposing spear, but Andreas' unusual sternness stopped him.
"You can choose any other weapon, just don't choose a spear. It's a weapon that drains people's luck. Unless you're incredibly lucky, people who use spears never have a good ending."
Celeste and the others didn't know where Andreas' prejudice against spears came from; she herself quite liked spears among mid-range long weapons.
Ultimately, Sirius chose to pass on the staff to the continent of Pandaria. Many in his family couldn't understand Sirius's strange choice, but with Andreas ' intervention, they eventually let him go.
At this moment, Sirius imbued his staff with a fire enchantment and swung it with great vigor, already looking quite impressive.
"Um?"
Celeste, who was standing to the side giving instructions, suddenly turned her head to look east, as if she vaguely heard someone calling her.
" Andreas?" Celeste tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Impossible. He's already a god. It's just a matter of a thought for him to come back."
" Sirius! Don't be lazy, you need to get used to keeping your weapons enchanted!"
"Yes, Mom."
...
The soundproof Azshara's bedroom was so well-insulated that no sound could be heard from the outside, and even when Vashj strained his long elven ears, he found nothing.
"Click~"
The door finally opened from the inside, and Vashj, who had previously looked utterly dejected, hurriedly turned to look inside.
Andreas, shirtless, sat in the middle of the bed with a conflicted expression, while Azshara pulled a thin blanket over her flawless, curvaceous body beneath the sheet and leaned lazily against the headboard, closing her eyes to rest.
"Your Majesty, are you alright? Do you feel unwell anywhere? It really was that hairy gorilla..."
" Vashj, you're being noisy."
"...Yes, please forgive me."
As Vashj quickened his pace to approach the Queen and inquire about her well-being, Faelithris approached Andreas and softly comforted him, saying, "Try to think positively. Befriending Queen Azshara will at least prevent a potential Night Elves civil war in the future."
Andreas' expression shifted, and the complex look on his face finally faded somewhat.
He understood what Faelithris meant. As Naga were being transformed into Night Elves in large numbers, these transformed "kin" who were incompatible with the original Night Elves would sooner or later clash with the people of the Night Elf Republic due to the different values they had received from childhood.
Like the Night Elf Empire of antiquity, Azshara holds an unparalleled position in the hearts of these Naga.
With the Queen's constraints, the Night Elves, who evolved from the Naga, should be able to integrate into society relatively smoothly, minimizing the possibility of ideological clashes between the two groups.
"Sigh~"
With a long sigh, Andreas said softly with a bitter smile, "I'm sorry to Shandris and Celeste..."
Faelithris retorted irritably, "She's getting the better deal and still acting innocent. In these kinds of situations, it's never the man who suffers."
Andreas scratched his head in distress. "The problem now is, how am I going to explain this to my family?"
Faelithris was somewhat surprised. "You didn't consider keeping it from them for the time being?"
Andreas shook his head. "You can't hide the truth forever. Do you think Azshara is the kind of person who would cooperate with me in weaving lies?"
"Moreover, rather than fabricating a lie that will be exposed sooner or later and further hurt them, it is better to be open and honest from the beginning and try to gain their forgiveness."