Al'Akir, the Wind God, had led a leisurely life. Endless years of immortality gave him more than enough time to do whatever he wanted.
For example, picking fights with Ragnaros the Firelord.
Or picking fights with Therazane, the Earth Element Lord.
Or picking fights with Neptulon the Tidehunter, the Water Element Lord.
That's right, Al'Akir loved causing trouble for his other three peers, and he took great pleasure in it. As for those weak and pathetic Tol'vir demi-humans corrupted by the Curse of Flesh? Please, they were nothing more than an endless flock of fat sheep. The Council of Wind under his command carried out his will quite well. Give those Tol'vir who worshipped him a few small favors, then happily shear them.
Just as Al'Akir was savoring his wonderful, decadent little life, Anshal, the chief councilor of the Council of Wind, drifted over. For the first time, an exceptionally complicated expression appeared on the face beneath his Arabian headscarf—fear, confusion, and... hesitation?
"Master! Master, this is bad! Vortex Pinnacle has rebelled! Grand Chancellor Al'Khan suddenly turned traitor for some reason! All the Wind Elementals loyal to you have been killed!"
"What! That bastard Al'Khan! I valued him so highly, even entrusting him with the birthplace of the Four Winds Drakes, and this is how he repays me?!" Al'Akir flew into a rage and swiftly gathered the remaining members of the Council of Wind, preparing to rush to Vortex Pinnacle and kill that detestable traitor.
The Four Winds Drakes were a subspecies branch of dragons. They were divided into East Wind Drakes, South Wind Drakes, North Wind Drakes, and West Wind Drakes. They looked just like ordinary dragons, but their bodies coursed with the power of various Wind Elementals and lightning. The Four Winds Drakes did look incredibly impressive, but their weakness was equally obvious—their potential was extremely limited. Once they reached adulthood, their strength had already peaked, and they were severely lacking in intelligence.
Vortex Pinnacle was where the Four Winds Drakes were born, where their eggs were nurtured. As important enforcers under Al'Akir, he placed tremendous importance on Vortex Pinnacle.
So what was Grand Chancellor Al'Khan, the traitor Al'Akir wanted to kill, doing now? He was carefully acting as a tour guide for a Titan who had taken human form. Heaven knew Al'Khan had been utterly loyal to the Wind God, but this being that had suddenly appeared and wildly exuded an overbearing aura—well... exuded the aura of a Titan—had scared him witless.
Yes, when Azeroth was born, we four elements helped the Old Gods fight you Titans. If you've come to settle old scores, I have nothing to say about that, but why come looking for me? Go find my boss Al'Akir! He's the Old Gods' accomplice!
That was how he complained inwardly, but Al'Khan still accompanied Hu Feng around Vortex Pinnacle with a respectful expression.
After viewing the breeding grounds for the Four Winds Drakes' eggs, Hu Feng and Al'Khan returned to the grand hall deep within Vortex Pinnacle. This had originally been the territory of Asha'd, one of Al'Akir's most loyal followers, but now Asha'd's corpse was nailed to the wall by a black spear formed of Void Energy. Crackling burning sounds came continuously from the wound.
Al'Khan cast a terrified glance at the unfortunate soul on the wall, then turned toward Hu Feng with a fawning expression. His body of Wind Elementals churned violently from extreme tension.
"Um... Divine Venerable, Al'Akir will definitely come looking for me. You... since I was the first to submit to you, please protect me!"
Hu Feng plopped down onto the throne at the depths of the hall and looked at Al'Khan. "Among Wind Elementals, the strong should rule, right? If I kill Al'Akir, can you suppress the Council of Wind and seize control of the entire Throne of the Wind God for me?"
Al'Khan trembled at those words, his heart overflowing with ecstasy. He did not doubt in the slightest that this Titan named Sarodar could kill Al'Akir. A giant pie had fallen from the sky and smashed him senseless. Becoming one of the four Elemental Lords! Holy shit, I'm about to strike it rich! Snapping back to his senses, his enormous body of Wind Elementals bowed deeply to Hu Feng.
"I am willing to serve you, Divine Venerable... no, Master! As long as Al'Akir dies, I am confident I can suppress the Council of Wind and control all Wind Elementals on the Azeroth plane!"
"Bastard! Traitor! I'll dig out your core and throw it to those lowly Kobolds!" Al'Akir arrived at the depths of Vortex Pinnacle in a furious rush with four members of the Council of Wind. He happened to see that bastard Al'Khan bowing to a human on the throne... Wait, a human? Something was off... But then he saw Asha'd, his loyal subordinate, nailed dead to the wall, and Al'Akir instantly exploded with rage. Too enraged to think further, he charged straight at the two in the hall, unleashing Chain Lightning after Chain Lightning.
The human on the throne rose and casually waved his right hand. The four members of the Council of Wind seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand, then slammed violently into the wall. No matter how they struggled, they could not move at all.
Al'Akir's heart sank. He abruptly slowed down as countless bolts of Chain Lightning filled the hall. He directed the lightning to streak toward Hu Feng, who stood calmly before the throne. Like violent electric serpents, they converged around Hu Feng. Hu Feng shook his head. His hands were instantly replaced by black Void, and then he pressed them downward sharply. Void Energy poured onto the ground like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
The surrounding lightning rapidly began to transform. What should have been blue electric light slowly turned black, and Al'Akir immediately realized that the black lightning had slipped beyond his control.
A tough opponent, Al'Akir thought.
"Gale! Obey my command!" Al'Akir's body swelled dramatically, and the sky outside the hall began to darken. Violent hurricanes howled as they circled the area. The hall's roof and walls began to crack apart, while shattered stones were swept into the wind and ground to dust. Yet the four members of the Council of Wind remained firmly imprisoned where the wall had once been, as though pressed against an invisible iron plate, looking utterly bizarre.
The howling gale spread like a domain, enveloping all of Vortex Pinnacle before transforming into streams of razor-sharp wind that attacked Hu Feng from every direction.
Hu Feng smiled with some excitement. The human body condensed from Titan Divine Power felt a trace of pain for the first time in ages. He had not been injured, but even that was enough to excite him.
"Very good, very good, Al'Akir. As expected of a powerful Elemental Lord—you actually managed to make me feel pain!"
Al'Akir was driven mad with rage. Damn it! Could his mouth be any more insulting? What did he mean, a powerful Elemental Lord could only make him feel pain?!
"No more tricks? Then it's my turn. Void, your master summons you!"
What followed scared Al'Akir senseless. The endless gale seemed to be instantly erased by an invisible eraser. A deep black Void occupied the entire sky, and Vortex Pinnacle, once pure white, now looked as if an enormous bottle of ink had been poured over it.
Al'Akir felt himself dragged into another space. In this space, the human before him was like a god.
This was the Void! This was the terrifying Void! How could this human control the Void?! Even the Old Gods did not dare claim they had complete dominion over the Void!
At that moment, Hu Feng's body was wrapped in dense Void Energy that flowed across him like water snakes. His eyes had vanished, and two clusters of black flames burned violently in their sockets.
What drove Al'Akir even further into despair was that the pitch-black sky had begun to burn as well. Black flames scorched the entire sky. The resulting smoke seemed alive, streaking through the air before beginning to spiral around Al'Akir.
"Impossible! No! That's not right, you're a Titan!" Al'Akir's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Hu Feng.
"Don't you think it's a little late to notice that now?" Hu Feng asked with a teasing smile.
"No, no, no, but that's impossible! No Titan can command the Void! Even Sargeras couldn't do it!"
"Oh, speaking of that, I should thank Sargeras, as well as your master's master. Without their wholehearted assistance, I truly couldn't have done it."
His master's master? Al'Akir froze briefly. His master was the Old Gods, but the Old Gods had masters? Beings like the Old Gods had masters?
Just then, a burst of agonizing pain interrupted Al'Akir's stunned thoughts.
When he came back to his senses, black Void had already wrapped around his body and begun corroding it. Al'Akir panicked. He decided to surrender.
"No! No, no, no! Mighty Titan, spare me! I am willing to fight for you!"
"Fight for me? You? I don't think so. You have served as the Old Gods' slave for far too long. I have no need for a dog so skilled at changing sides."
Hu Feng moved his divine consciousness, and the Void Energy that had been slowly corroding the Wind God instantly became incomparably violent. Al'Akir immediately let out scream after scream as his body rapidly shrank. A moment later, Al'Akir was gone from where he had stood. Only a milky-white Wind God core floated silently in the air. The black Void had not finished yet. It surged into the core like a tide, and the entirely milky-white core began to change. It was being corrupted by the Void.
Thin black lines spread across the core's surface like rivers across the earth.
Hu Feng turned to look at Al'Khan, who stood like a statue. "It's time to prove yourself. Absorb it, and you will become a subordinate I trust. Or..." Hu Feng did not need to say more. Al'Khan had already felt the Void's hostility from the black sky above.
Al'Khan was clever. Otherwise, he would never have become the prime minister, the Wind God's chief steward.
Without another word, Al'Khan absorbed the corrupted Wind God core into his body and began assimilating it. In the next instant, his body twisted painfully. The black that represented the Void appeared upon his elemental body and gradually fused with him.
Watching the corrupted Wind Element Lord slowly take shape, Hu Feng revealed a satisfied expression. Then, as if remembering something, he turned to look at the four members of the Council of Wind, who were still trapped in midair and watching everything in absolute terror.
"All right, now it's your turn. Will you throw yourselves into the people's embrace, or cut yourselves off from the people? Ah, forget it. I'm so merciful, I'll choose for you."
"Aaaahhh!!!"
Wave after wave of screams echoed from Vortex Pinnacle across Uldum.
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