Summit of Whispering Clouds and Al'Akir

Al'Akir, the Wind Lord, was quite leisurely. The endless years of immortality gave him ample time to do as he pleased.

For instance, bothering Ragnaros, the Firelord.

Or bothering Therazane, the Earthmother.

And bothering Neptulon, the Tidehunter.

Yes, that's right. Al'Akir, the Wind Lord, thoroughly enjoyed bothering his three fellow elementals and found great amusement in it. As for those weakened Tol'vir corrupted by the Curse of Flesh? Please, they were just a bunch of easy targets, and his Council of Wind carried out his will perfectly. He gave these Tol'vir who worshipped him a few small rewards, and then it was time for some enjoyable sheep shearing.

Just as Al'Akir was savoring his pleasant, decadent little life, Anshal, the chief councilor of the Council of Wind, drifted over. For the first time, his head, wrapped in an Arab turban, displayed such a complex expression—fear, confusion, and… internal conflict?

"Master! Master, something terrible has happened! The Summit of Whispering Clouds has rebelled! Grand Vizier Al'Khan has suddenly turned against you for some reason! All the wind elementals loyal to you have been killed!"

"What! That scoundrel Al'Khan! I valued him so much, entrusting him with the management of the birthplace of the Four Winds Drakes, and this is how he repays me!" Al'Akir was instantly enraged. He quickly summoned the remaining members of the Council of Wind, preparing to rush to the Summit of Whispering Clouds to kill that detestable traitor.

The Four Winds Drakes are a subspecies of dragons, divided into the East Wind Drake, South Wind Drake, North Wind Drake, and West Wind Drake. These dragons look similar to ordinary dragons, but their bodies flow with the power of various wind elements and lightning. The Four Winds Drakes look quite formidable, but their weaknesses are also very obvious—their potential is very small; they reach their peak strength upon adulthood, and their intelligence is severely lacking.

The Summit of Whispering Clouds is the birthplace of the Four Winds Drakes, where their eggs are nurtured. As an important enforcer under Al'Akir, the Wind Lord, he greatly valued the Summit of Whispering Clouds.

What was the traitor Al'Khan, whom Al'Akir now wanted to kill, doing? He was cautiously acting as a tour guide for a Titan who had taken human form. Honestly, Al'Khan was extremely loyal to the Wind Lord, but this being who suddenly appeared and exuded an aura of dominance, uh… exuded a Titan aura, had scared him to death.

Yes, when we four elements originated in Azeroth, we helped the Old Gods fight against you Titans. Now you've come to settle the score, and I have no complaints, but why are you looking for me? Go find my boss, Al'Akir! He was the accomplice of the Old Gods!

Though he thought this in his heart, Al'Khan still accompanied Hu Feng, the Titan, through the Summit of Whispering Clouds with a respectful expression.

After viewing the hatching grounds of the Four Winds Drakes' eggs, Hu Feng and Al'Khan returned to the deepest hall of the Summit of Whispering Clouds. This was originally the territory of Al'Akir's loyal subordinate, Asha'd, but now Asha'd's corpse was pinned to the wall by a long spear made of black Void Energy, with crackling burning sounds emanating from the wound.

Al'Khan nervously glanced at the victim on the wall, then looked at Hu Feng with a fawning expression. The body of wind elementals surged rapidly due to extreme tension.

"Um… honored one, Al'Akir will definitely come looking for me. You… you see, for being the first to join you, please protect me!"

Hu Feng sat down on the throne in the deepest part of the hall and looked at Al'Khan. "Wind elementals, it's about the strong being respected, right? If I defeat Al'Akir, can you suppress the Council of Wind and control the entire Wind Lord's throne for me?"

Al'Khan trembled at this, his heart filled with ecstasy. He had no doubt that this Titan named Sargeras could defeat Al'Akir. Now, a huge pie falling from the sky had dazed him, making him a Lord of the Four Elements! Oh my god, I'm going to be rich! Quickly regaining his senses, his massive wind elemental body bowed deeply to Hu Feng.

"I am willing to serve you, honored one… Oh no, Master! As long as Al'Akir is dead, I am confident I can suppress the Council of Wind and control the entire wind elemental population on Azeroth!"

"Scoundrel! Traitor! I'll dig out your core and throw it to the lowly Kobolds!" Al'Akir, along with the four members of the Council of Wind, arrived at the deepest part of the Summit of Whispering Clouds in a furious rush. They happened to see that scoundrel Al'Khan bowing to a human on the throne… Wait, human? Something's not right… But then he saw his loyal subordinate, Asha'd's corpse pinned to the wall, which immediately enraged Al'Akir. Without thinking further, he charged directly at the two in the hall, unleashing chain lightning continuously.

The human on the throne stood up and, with a seemingly casual wave of his right hand, the four members of the Council of Wind were as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand and slammed hard against the wall. No matter how they struggled, they couldn't move at all.

Al'Akir's heart sank, and he abruptly slowed down. Countless chain lightning bolts filled the hall, and Al'Akir directed the lightning bolts to dart towards Hu Feng, who stood calmly before the throne. Raging lightning snakes converged around Hu Feng. Hu Feng shook his head, his hands instantly replaced by black void, and then he pressed down sharply. Void Energy poured onto the ground like a breached flood.

The surrounding lightning began to transform rapidly. What should have been blue electrical light slowly turned black. Al'Akir immediately realized that these black lightning bolts had broken free from his control.

A tough opponent, Al'Akir thought.

"Gale! Hear my command!" Al'Akir's body swelled, and the sky outside the hall began to darken. A powerful hurricane with its characteristic whistling sound surrounded the area. The roof and walls of the hall began to crack, and the debris was shredded by the wind. But the four members of the Council of Wind were still firmly imprisoned in their original positions against the wall, as if squeezed by an invisible iron plate, appearing incredibly strange.

The howling gale, like a domain, enveloped the entire Summit of Whispering Clouds, then transformed into sharp wind currents, comparable to blades, attacking Hu Feng from all directions.

Hu Feng laughed with some excitement. The human body condensed by Titan divine power felt a trace of pain for the first time in a long time. Although he wasn't injured, this made him somewhat excited.

"Very good, very good, Al'Akir. As expected of a powerful elemental lord, you can actually make me feel pain!"

Al'Akir was instantly furious. Damn it! Can this guy be any more insulting? What do you mean, a powerful elemental lord can only make you feel pain!

"Out of moves? Then it's my turn now. Void, your master summons you!"

The scene that followed made Al'Akir, the Wind Lord, piss himself. The endless gale was as if instantly erased by an invisible eraser. Deep black void occupied the entire sky. The once pure white Summit of Whispering Clouds was now completely black as if a large bottle of ink had been spilled on it.

Al'Akir felt as if he had been dragged into another space. In this space, the human opposite him was a god.

This is the Void! This is the terrifying Void! How can this human control the Void! Even the Old Gods dared not say they had completely mastered the Void!

At this moment, Hu Feng's body was entwined with dense Void Energy, flowing everywhere like water snakes. His eyes were gone, replaced by two balls of black flame burning violently in his eye sockets.

What made Al'Akir even more desperate was that the dark sky also began to burn, black flames scorching the entire sky. The resulting smoke seemed to have a life of its own, shuttling through the air, and then began to circle Al'Akir.

"Impossible! No! That's not right, you're a Titan!" Al'Akir's eyes widened as he stared intently at Hu Feng.

"You only realize it now, don't you think it's a bit late?" Hu Feng said with a smile, looking at Al'Akir mockingly.

"No, no, no, but this is impossible! No Titan can control the Void! Not even Sargeras could do it!"

"Oh, speaking of which, I have to thank Sargeras, and your master's master. Without their full assistance, I truly couldn't have done it."

Master's master? Al'Akir was briefly stunned. His master was the Old Gods, and the master of the Old Gods? Did beings like the Old Gods even have a master?

At this moment, a sharp pain struck, interrupting Al'Akir's daze.

Snapping back to reality, black void had already coiled around his body and begun to corrode it. Al'Akir began to panic. He decided to back down.

"No! No, no, no! Powerful Titan, spare me! I am willing to fight for you!"

"Fight for me? You? I don't think so. You have been a servant of the Old Gods for too long. I don't need a dog that's good at hedging its bets."

Hu Feng activated his divine sense, and the Void Energy, which had been slowly corroding the Wind Lord, immediately became incredibly violent. Al'Akir let out a series of screams as his body rapidly shrank. Moments later, where he had stood, Al'Akir was gone, leaving only a milky white Wind Lord core quietly suspended in the air. The action of the black void had not ended; it surged into the core like a tide, and the entirely milky white core began to change, being corrupted by the void.

Thin black lines covered the surface of the core, like rivers on the land.

Hu Feng turned to look at Al'Khan, who stood like a sculpture. "It's time to prove yourself. Absorb it, and you will be my trusted subordinate. Or else…" Hu Feng didn't need to say more; Al'Khan already felt the hostility of the void in the dark sky.

Al'Khan was very intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the Prime Minister, the great steward of the Wind Lords.

Without a second thought, Al'Khan integrated the corrupted Wind Lord core into his body and began to absorb it. The next moment, his body twisted in pain, and the black color representing the void appeared on his elemental body, gradually merging with himself.

Watching the corrupted Wind Lord slowly take shape, Hu Feng showed a satisfied expression. Then, as if thinking of something, he turned to look at the four members of the Council of Wind, who were still trapped in mid-air, watching all this with extreme terror.

"Alright, now it's your turn. Will you embrace the people, or will you die for the people? Never mind, I'm so merciful, I'll choose for you."

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Screams echoed from the Summit of Whispering Clouds and spread throughout Uldum.

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