The Scepter and Uldum

A few dragons who had penetrated deep into enemy territory finally retreated safely, but the situation had become even more difficult. For some unknown reason, the Qiraji suddenly retreated madly, pouring into the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj en masse to establish a defensive line and hold their ground.

General Darkside explained the confusion to everyone: C'Thun was afraid! He feared the God of Magic would descend at any moment and that he might fall. This greatly boosted everyone's morale. However, they soon found themselves smiling bitterly; it was good that the enemy was afraid, but now it was incredibly difficult for the allied forces to attack the temple.

"General Darkside, can the God of Magic perhaps descend with more Faceless Ones?" Tyrande shouted upwards towards the colossal being standing dumbfounded in the plaza outside the council hall.

General Darkside fell silent, communicating with the divine. After a while, his voice echoed in everyone's minds: "My master's divine decree is to proceed with the original plan, construct the Scarab Wall, seal them, and when the time is right, my master will personally descend to devour that Old God who dares to oppose him."

Archmage Aethelus also began contacting Hu Feng. "Divine Emissary, General Darkside says he received a divine decree to seal the Qiraji according to the original plan?"

Hu Feng, who was currently flying rapidly towards the desert of Uldum, paused upon hearing this and replied, "Yes, that's right. Remember to make the seal strong, and be sure to safeguard the scepter used to open it. The next time the seal is opened will be the day C'Thun dies."

"Understood, as you wish." Having received his answer, Aethelus ended the communication and began making preparations with the other leaders to set up the seal. Compared to General Darkside, Aethelus was more inclined to trust Divine Emissary Hu Feng.

After an initial period of confusion, the Qiraji quickly discovered the intentions of the allied forces and swiftly launched a fierce counterattack.

Princess Alk'ja, a royal member of the Qiraji, was a massive Tank Scarab. Her giant head, covered in carapace, was supported by four thick, long, sharp insect legs, and nothing else. At this moment, Princess Alk'ja led a large group of Tank Scarabs, charging headlong with the spikes on her head, throwing the allied forces into chaos.

Until... she was pinned down and unable to move beneath General Darkside. The remaining Tank Scarabs were either annihilated by the Faceless Ones who surrounded them, or their minds were controlled, turning them into mindless puppets.

"Hahaha, such a beautiful and moving beauty, I will offer you to my master, hahahaha!"

General Darkside's sudden, earth-shattering declaration silenced the entire battlefield for a long time, leaving several allied leaders bewildered. Beautiful? Moving? Princess Alk'ja? This giant bug??? What kind of aesthetic was this? After a moment of stunned silence, everyone decided to say nothing and let the matter blow over...

General Darkside became famous from this battle, his name passed down among the Night Elves and Dragon Aspects, not for his combat prowess, but for his profoundly twisted aesthetic sense. As for his intention to offer Princess Alk'ja to the God of Magic... well, let's just hope he wouldn't be torn apart by the enraged deity.

The sealing proceeded in a stable and orderly fashion. After Princess Alk'ja was captured alive, the Qiraji seemed to lose hope in the battle and no longer sent high-ranking insects to counterattack, merely driving wave after wave of cannon fodder bugs to their deaths.

The Bronze Dragons seemed to want to say something but ultimately decided to remain silent.

History seemed to have been altered once again. The few dragons who had been trapped in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj after penetrating deep into enemy territory, only to regain their freedom when the seal was reopened during the Second War of the Shifting Sands, were now joyfully soaring through the skies. Archdruid Fandral Staghelm's son, due to the allied forces generally maintaining the upper hand, was not surrounded and trapped, and thus did not die in battle at Ahn'Qiraj.

Far away in the Caverns of Time, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu remained silent for a long time, finally sighing and signaling the Bronze Dragonflight to forget this incident and treat the current events as established history. However, one Bronze Dragon was indignant about this – she was Chromie.

As a diligent Bronze Dragon, she had always made maintaining the stability of the timestream her top priority. Now, she was extremely perplexed as to why Nozdormu was turning a blind eye to this, and he offered no explanation. Chromie dared not question the King of Time directly, but she decided to conduct her own investigation.

Of course, Nozdormu, the King of Time, had not done nothing. He had also taken action – mentally contacting Hu Feng, who was on his way, and meekly asking, "Greetings to you, great Father God. Please allow me to ask, the outcome of the First War of the Shifting Sands has been altered. Is this your will? As you know, I have been entrusted by your people with the responsibility of maintaining..."

"I know what you want to say, and my answer is yes. I was dissatisfied with many aspects of the original timeline, so I decided to change some parts. The changes I have made are the new established history, and you should maintain this one," Hu Feng replied to Nozdormu as he flew rapidly.

The latter was silent for a moment, then said, "Then, please allow me to ask one more question. The changes you have made... are they beneficial to... Ah, how foolish of me! Please punish me, Father God!"

Hu Feng let out a scoff. "Does this even need to be asked? My people created this world, and I am not a fallen being like Sargeras. Isn't the answer obvious?"

Then, Hu Feng felt that after a reprimand, he should also offer some encouragement. "I see your efforts in building society... ah, no, I see your efforts in protecting the stability of this world, and I am very satisfied. Keep it up. When I have time, I can also help you deal with the troublesome Infinite Dragonflight. I don't like those guys who disregard everything and arbitrarily change history either."

Upon hearing this, Nozdormu immediately became excited. The time-destroying Infinite Dragonflight had been a headache for him for a long time. There were indications that the Infinite Dragonflight was the result of the Bronze Dragonflight's corruption, but their actions were secretive and lacked any pattern. Currently, a significant portion of the Bronze Dragonflight's energy was consumed by dealing with the Infinite Dragons.

If anyone else had said they would help deal with the Infinite Dragons when they had time, Nozdormu would have immediately blasted them into mummified corpses with a Time Dragon Breath without a second thought. But this person was different; this was a genuine Titan God! It was the Titans who created the Dragon Aspects, and he was the Father God of all Dragon Aspects.

Having received his answer, the King of Time expressed his gratitude multiple times and ended the communication, contentedly returning to fiddling with his endless collection of treasures. However, not long after, he received another mental communication request from Hu Feng.

"Father God, do you have any further instructions?"

"I forgot to mention, Deathwing Neltharion. You and the other Dragon Aspects should stop investigating him. I know where he is, and his situation is also different from what you imagine. I will make arrangements when the time comes. As for Malygos the Blue Dragon... his losses are significant, and I will bestow something upon him later."

Hu Feng said calmly.

Nozdormu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in obedience. Hu Feng sensed the King of Time's mood. "Don't worry, I will also destroy the Dragon Soul, that evil artifact that should not exist, when the time is right."

The latter breathed a sigh of relief. He believed the Titans would not lie to him, nor did they have any reason to lie to him, a mere little dragon in their eyes.

Silithus, the Ahn'Qiraj Empire.

A massive wall surrounded the entire Temple of Ahn'Qiraj and the ruins. Countless glowing runes were carved onto the wall. In the center was a large circular gate, entwined with many thick vines. The power of the four Dragon Aspects flowed through the vines. In the very center was a similarly circular keyhole; this was the place to unlock the seal. As long as the seal remained, the Qiraji would be imprisoned in their Ahn'Qiraj Empire for eternity, until the day the outside world chose to open it.

"Anakronos, the Divine Emissary of Magic just sent a message, asking you to bring the Scepter of the Shifting Sands back to the Caverns of Time and personally hand it over to King of Time Nozdormu. In his treasury of endless sands, the scepter will be very safe," Tyrande placed the Scepter of the Shifting Sands, the key to the seal, into the dragon claws of Bronze Dragon Prince Anakronos.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm finally couldn't help but speak, "Why not divide the scepter into several parts? Wouldn't that be safer?"

Tyrande shook her head. "No, the Divine Emissary said that when the time is ripe, he will reopen the seal, and the God of Magic will descend to personally kill C'Thun."

Fandral pouted but said nothing further. However, everyone knew that Archdruid Fandral harbored no good feelings towards the God of Magic and his Divine Emissary Hu Feng. He still blamed the overuse of magic by the Highborne during the War of the Ancients, let alone the God of Magic who protected the Highborne.

Tyrande sighed slightly at this, while the bystander, the amusing Archmage Aethelus, stared grimly at Fandral.

The desert of Uldum was currently completely sealed off.

The Tol'vir here did not welcome any outsiders; they had tightly shut the gates of Uldum to the outside world. The Tol'vir dynasty had protected the Titan-left ruins, the Halls of Origin, and the Titan mechanical creation within, which was capable of altering Azeroth's climate, for generations. Hu Feng's visit this time was for the insane Azerothian Reboot Device and Titan technology within the Halls of Origin.

Hu Feng stood on a mountain peak at the border between the Tanaris Desert and the Uldum Desert, looking at the continuous yellow sand below and several buildings in the distance resembling the pyramids of his past life. In the distant sky, a massive, pure white floating structure drifted, its base seemingly supported by endless clouds. This was the lair of the Windlord Al'Akir, whom the Tol'vir believed in – the Throne of the Wind God.

After pondering for a moment, Hu Feng made a decision. He concealed his presence and flew rapidly around the pyramid-shaped buildings, conjuring masses of writhing flesh in his palms and placing them around the buildings. As soon as these masses of flesh touched the ground, they burrowed underground like desert drill worms and began to grow rapidly. The flesh and blood of the Old Gods under Hu Feng's command would, in a short time, fill the underground of the pyramid buildings completely, thereby fulfilling the function of an Old God.

The Azerothian Reboot Device itself was a gigantic mechanical facility. Since it could not be moved, he decided to take control of this area.

Finally signed the contract~~~!