Scepter and Uldum

The dragons who had ventured deep behind enemy lines finally retreated safely, but the situation had become even more difficult. For some reason, the Qiraji suddenly began a frantic retreat, all flooding into the Temple of Angrathar to establish defensive lines and hold it to the death.

General Darkside cleared up everyone's confusion. C'Thun was afraid! He feared that the God of Magic might suddenly descend, and he feared that he might perish. This greatly lifted everyone's spirits. Yet they soon smiled bitterly. It was good that the enemy was afraid, but it would now be even harder for the allied forces to break into the temple.

"General Darkside, can the God of Magic send down more Faceless Ones?" Tyrande raised her head and called out to the colossal creature standing blankly in the plaza outside the council hall.

General Darkside fell silent as he communicated with his god. After a while, his voice rang out in everyone's minds. "The master's divine decree: proceed according to the original plan. Build the Scarab Wall and seal them away. When the time comes, the master will descend in person and devour that Old God who dared oppose him."

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

Hu Feng, who was currently speeding through the air toward the Uldum Desert, paused at those words before replying, "Mm, that's right. Make sure the seal is sturdy. The scepter used to open it must be kept safe. The next time the seal is opened will be C'Thun's day of death."

"Understood, as you wish." Having received his answer, Aethelus ended the connection and began preparing the seal with the other leaders. Compared to General Darkside, Aethelus trusted the Divine Emissary Hu Feng more.

After their initial confusion, the Qiraji quickly realized the allied forces' intentions and swiftly launched a fierce counterattack.

Princess Alk'ja, a member of Aqir royalty, was a giant Tank Scarab. Four thick, long, razor-sharp insect legs supported an enormous head covered in chitin, and she had nothing else. At that moment, Princess Alk'ja led a large group of Tank Scarabs in a wild charge, using the spikes on their heads to ram through the allied positions and throw them into chaos.

Until... she was pinned beneath General Darkside, unable to move. The remaining Tank Scarabs were either surrounded and wiped out by the Faceless Ones or had their minds controlled, becoming mindless puppets.

"Haha, such a beautiful and captivating beauty! I shall offer you to my master! Hahahaha!"

General Darkside's shocking words abruptly silenced the entire battlefield for a long while. Several allied leaders wore utterly baffled expressions. Beautiful? Captivating? Princess Alk'ja? That giant bug??? What kind of taste was that? Everyone stood dumbfounded for a moment, then collectively decided to say nothing and let the matter drift away with the wind...

From that battle onward, General Darkside became famous among the Night Elves and Dragon Aspects. Not because of his combat strength, but because of his profoundly twisted aesthetic sense. As for his intention to offer Princess Alk'ja to the God of Magic... well, they could only hope the enraged god would not tear him apart alive.

The sealing process proceeded steadily and orderly. After Princess Alk'ja was captured alive, the insectoids seemed to have lost all hope for the battle. They no longer sent high-ranking insectoids to counterattack, merely driving wave after wave of cannon-fodder bugs forward to die.

The Bronze Dragons seemed as though they wanted to say something, but in the end, they decided to say nothing.

History seemed to have changed again. Several dragons who had originally been trapped deep behind enemy lines within the Temple of Angrathar, only regaining their freedom after the seal was reopened during the Second War of the Shifting Sands, were now bouncing about lively in the sky. The son of Archdruid Fandral Staghelm had also avoided being surrounded and fighting to the death in Angerla, because the allied forces had remained in the overall advantage.

Far away in the Caverns of Time, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu remained silent for a long time before finally sighing. He instructed the Bronze Dragonflight to forget this matter and treat what was happening now as established history. However, one Bronze Dragon was deeply dissatisfied with this: Chromie.

As a dutiful Bronze Dragon, she had always considered maintaining the stability of the time stream her foremost duty. Now she could not understand why Nozdormu chose to turn a blind eye, yet he offered no explanation. Chromie did not dare question the King of Time face-to-face, but she decided to investigate it herself.

Of course, Nozdormu, the Time Dragon King, had not done nothing. He took action as well—mentally contacting Hu Feng, who was traveling, and weakly asking, "Greetings, great Father God. Please allow me to ask one question. The outcome of the ongoing First War of the Shifting Sands has changed. Was this your will? You know, I was given the responsibility by your people to preserve..."

"I know what you want to say, and my answer is yes. I have many dissatisfactions with the originally established timeline, so I have decided to alter part of it. The changes I make will become the new established history. If you are going to preserve anything, preserve that instead." Hu Feng replied while continuing to fly at high speed.

Nozdormu fell silent for a moment, then spoke. "Then please allow me to ask one more question. Are the changes you have made... beneficial to... Ah, I am foolish! Please punish me, Father God!"

Hu Feng gave a derisive laugh. "Does that even need asking? My people created this world. I am not some fallen being like Sargeras. Isn't the answer obvious?"

Then Hu Feng felt that after using the stick, he ought to offer some reward. "You have worked hard to build soci... ah, no. I have seen how diligently you have guarded this world's stability, and I am very satisfied. Keep it up. When I have time, I can also deal with the Eternal Dragons' mess for you. I dislike those fools who recklessly alter history without regard for consequences."

Nozdormu immediately became excited. The Eternal Dragons, those destroyers of time, had given him headaches for a very long time. There were signs that the Eternal Dragons were the corrupted form of Bronze Dragons, but they acted covertly and with no discernible pattern. At present, the Bronze Dragonflight had much of its energy tied up dealing with them.

If anyone else had said that they would deal with the Eternal Dragons when they had time, Nozdormu would have blasted that person into a dried corpse with a time breath without a second word. But this lord was different. He was a genuine Titan God! The Titans had created the Dragon Aspects, and he was the Father God of all Dragon Aspects.

Having received his answer, the Time Dragon King repeatedly offered his thanks before ending the connection and contentedly returning to fiddle with his endless collection. Yet not long afterward, he received another mental contact request from Hu Feng.

"Father God, what other instructions do you have?"

"I forgot to mention this. Stop investigating Deathwing, Neltharion, along with the other Dragon Aspects. I know where he is, and his situation differs somewhat from what you think. When the time comes, I have my own arrangements. As for the blue dragon Malygos... his losses were considerable. I will grant him some things in the future."

Hu Feng said calmly.

Nozdormu froze for a moment, then lowered his head and obeyed. Hu Feng sensed the Time Dragon King's feelings. "Don't worry. At the appropriate time, I will also destroy the Dragon Soul, that evil thing which should never have existed."

Nozdormu let out a great sigh of relief. He believed that a Titan would not deceive him, nor did a Titan have any reason to deceive a being who was merely a small dragon in a Titan's eyes.

Silithus, the Angerla Empire.

A massive wall encircled the entire Temple of Angrathar and its ruins. Countless glowing runes were carved into the wall. At its center stood a circular gate, wrapped in numerous thick vines through which the power of the four Dragon Aspects flowed. At the very center was another circular keyhole. This was where the seal could be undone. So long as the seal remained, the Qiraji would be imprisoned within their Angerla Empire for all eternity, until the day the outside world chose to open it.

"Anakronos, the Magic Emissary just sent word. He wants you to take the Scepter of the Shifting Sands back to the Caverns of Time and personally hand it to the King of Time, Nozdormu. In his treasure vault of endless sands, the scepter will be very safe." Tyrande placed the key to the seal, the Scepter of the Shifting Sands, onto Bronze Dragon Prince Anakronos's dragon claw.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm finally could not hold back any longer. Just then, he spoke. "Why not split the scepter into several parts? Wouldn't that be safer?"

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

Fandral curled his lip but said nothing further. However, everyone knew that this Archdruid Fandral had no fondness whatsoever for the God of Magic or his Divine Emissary, Hu Feng. He still blamed the War of the Ancients on the Highborne's abuse of magic, let alone the God of Magic who sheltered the Highborne.

Tyrande sighed softly at this, while beside her, the onlooker and ridiculous Archmage Aethelus stared at Fandral with a dark expression.

The Uldum Desert was currently in a state of complete isolation.

The Tol'vir did not welcome any outsiders. They had tightly shut Uldum's gates to the outside world. Generation after generation, the Tol'vir dynasty had guarded the Titan ruins known as the Halls of Origination, along with the Titan mechanical construct within those ruins that could alter the climate of the World of Azeroth. Hu Feng had come this time for the insane Azerothian Reboot Device and Titan technology within the Halls of Origination.

Hu Feng stood atop a mountain at the border between the Tanaris Desert and the Uldum Desert, looking down at the endless yellow sands and several structures in the distance that resembled the Egyptian pyramids of his past life. In the distant sky floated a massive, entirely white airborne structure. Its base seemed supported by endless clouds. That was the lair of the Windlord Al'Akir, worshipped by the Tol'vir—the Throne of the Wind God.

After pondering for a moment, Hu Feng made his decision. He concealed himself and flew swiftly around several pyramid-shaped structures. Clumps of constantly writhing flesh appeared in his palm, and he placed them around the buildings. The instant those clumps touched the ground, they burrowed underground like desert sandworms and began growing at high speed. It would take only a short time for the flesh of the Old Gods under Hu Feng's command to fill all the underground space beneath the pyramid structures. Then they could fulfill the role an Old God should have.

The Azerothian Reboot Device itself was a gigantic mechanical facility. Since it could not be taken away, he might as well seize control of this entire region.

Finally signed a contract~~~!