Kalimdor Continent and the Eastern Kingdoms.
That day, every being powerful enough to sense the flow of energy around them turned toward the southernmost tip of the continent, their eyes filled with terror.
No one had any confidence they could withstand that overwhelming, oppressive domain of Void Energy.
Who was it?
Could it be that the dragons and the Elven Allied Forces had failed? Had the Old Gods been freed?
But everyone soon received their answer. Hu Feng, the Divine Emissary of the God of Magic, who had rarely acted since the end of the War of the Ancients, had once again proclaimed his power to the world. The Highborne of Suramar City proudly announced, "Our Divine Emissary personally slew Al'Akir, the Wind God, in Uldum." This ancient fossil who had existed since the birth of the World of Azeroth had finally fallen.
The news quickly spread throughout Azeroth. If the War of the Ancients was too distant, merely a heroic epic to many, then Hu Feng's feat during the Troll Wars, where city walls crumbled to ash with a casual smile, had allowed many to witness his strength. But that was all. Against such a powerful expert, the strength of an entire nation could still handle him.
But now Hu Feng had made a grand display of his presence, directly facing Al'Akir, the Wind God, and killing him head-on. This filled the major powers of the world with fear. Even more terrifyingly, judging from the energy released that day, Al'Akir had not lasted long before he fell.
In short, if the Divine Emissary's power was enough to crush an entire troll tribe, then the leaders of the world's great factions had merely been astonished and respectful. But now that Hu Feng had displayed strength sufficient to crush an ancient Elemental Lord, astonishment and respect had become fear and worship. After all, no one wanted to provoke a man capable of wiping out their entire base whenever he pleased, especially when a Titan God stood behind him.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm felt deeply conflicted. On one hand, he was delighted to see the Night Elves' top-tier combat power being so formidable. Yet that whisper he had always regarded as his intuition kept telling him that Hu Feng was a disaster! He and his God of Magic were disasters for the Night Elves! If not now, then they certainly would be in the future!
Fandral decided to trust his intuition. Think about it—what had magic ever brought the Night Elves? Nothing but invasion and destruction! As long as even one elf still used magic, the Night Elves' disaster would never end! Perhaps that God of Magic was plotting some scheme, deceiving the Night Elves into giving him faith and worship before doing something evil and dark.
Therefore, my persistence is correct. I must stop the God of Magic, and that Divine Emissary Hu Feng!
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Quel'Thalas, Eversong Woods.
"Big sis, that Divine Emissary you think about day and night has become famous again!" Sylvanas held an exquisite longbow shimmering with flowing light as she lightly landed on the terrace of a lakeside villa and called into the room.
"You stole Thas'dorah again to play with it. Haven't I told you many times that this bow does not suit your physique or talent?" Alleria put down her book and frowned at her younger sister.
"Tch, I just wanted to see what using an artifact felt like." Sylvanas curled her lips and stared at the exquisite eye-shaped necklace on her sister's chest. "Your beloved Divine Emissary treats you so well. He gave you two artifacts at once, yet my heartless sister never thought to ask for one for me." Queen Sylvanas put on an utterly heartbroken expression.
Alleria tried to put on a stern face, but quickly failed. She had always spoiled this younger sister of hers. "All right, stop fooling around. What did you just say? What did Hu Feng do this time?"
"Guess. If you get it right, I'll tell you." Queen Sylvanas immediately felt a burst of killing intent.
"All right, I'll stop teasing you. Your Divine Emissary made quite a splash some time ago. He personally killed Al'Akir, the Wind Lord, and took over the Throne of the Wind God."
"Is that so..." Alleria's eyes shifted as though she were thinking of something, and her cheeks reddened slightly.
"Oh, sis, it's not that I'm meddling in your love life, but if you miss him so much, then go to Kalimdor and find him. Otherwise, if some particularly seductive Night Elf beauty steals him away, let's see what you do."
"Get lost. They were once our kin, not filthy succubi. What are you saying?" Alleria glared at her sister.
Alleria's thoughts drifted toward the Kalimdor Continent. Yes, if I love him, why don't I go with him?
"Yes, I certainly have the ability to take you away by force. But if you leave Eversong Woods, would you still be the same Alleria?" Hu Feng's words echoed in her mind again, and Alleria could not help becoming lost in thought.
Sylvanas looked at her sister, who had entered a daze, stomped her foot, then turned and floated away again.
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What was Hu Feng doing now?
He was furious.
General Darkside, the Faceless One, had accomplished something that left every Night Elf utterly dumbfounded. Even after Archmage Aethelus had tried desperately to dissuade him to no avail, he stubbornly insisted on communicating with the God of Magic.
In the middle of Suramar City's plaza, before countless onlookers, he announced that he wished to offer an incomparably beautiful princess to the great deity. Even Elisande, who was training in the place of slumber, had been alerted. Leaning against the viewing platform atop the tower, she watched General Darkside's devout appearance below and helplessly shook her head while pressing her brow.
Indeed, this incomparably beautiful princess was royalty among the Qiraji—Princess Alk'ja. That giant, bloated Tank Scarab, with nothing but a huge head covered in insect shell and four thick, jointed insect legs... General Darkside's twisted sense of beauty firmly believed that only such a beauty was worthy of a deity.
"Oh... I think he's dead for sure." Aethelus wore a constipated expression as he spoke to the red dragon Krasus beside him, whose mouth was twitching as well.
Krasus had come to Suramar City to study more profound magical knowledge.
"That's right. This Faceless One is dead for sure." The red dragon nodded.
An immense divine presence descended upon Suramar City. The God of Magic's iconic Eye of Truth appeared in the sky, gazing at General Darkside.
"What is it?"
"Great Divine Lord! Your loyal servant, General Darkside, has captured a peerless beauty and wishes to offer her to you! Only you! Only you are worthy of possessing such a beautiful creation!" General Darkside's enormous body trembled with fanaticism.
Hu Feng was genuinely surprised this time. General Darkside had captured a peerless beauty? He hadn't accidentally stomped her flat? Not bad. This Faceless One knew how to behave, offering beautiful women to his boss first.
But Hu Feng swept his divine senses over the area again and again. Where was the beauty? It definitely could not be one of the Night Elves present. So had she been blocked by that fat Tank Scarab?
Wait... no. Why was there a Tank Scarab in Suramar City?
"Great Divine Lord! It is this one beside me! The beautiful Princess Alk'ja! I captured her from the battlefield of Angerla. Such a beautiful creation does not deserve to belong to the Old God C'Thun! Only you! Only you are worthy of possessing her!"
He really said it... He was really finished...
At that moment, every bystander had the same thought.
The entire plaza fell silent. The Divine Eye in the sky looked somewhat blank.
After a while, the Divine Eye stared fixedly at the still-oblivious General Darkside for a long time, seeming to investigate something. That's right, Hu Feng now deeply suspected that General Darkside had eaten too much and was looking to die. After seeing all of General Darkside's thoughts without any obstruction, Hu Feng silently sighed. Fine. Could he blame someone whose sense of beauty was twisted into knots? General Darkside truly thought Tank Scarabs were incomparably beautiful. Or perhaps every creature associated with the Old Gods had such vicious taste?
"General Darkside, I have seen your sincerity." The Divine Eye spoke in a majestic voice. General Darkside bowed even lower.
"However, I have decided to bestow this... beautiful princess upon you instead. I hope you will continue fighting for my glory."
As soon as the words fell, the Divine Eye began slowly fading away as though it could not wait to leave.
Everyone wanted to laugh but did not dare. They all found it painfully difficult to hold it in.
After ending the communication, Hu Feng wore a dark, agonized expression. Al'Khan, the newly appointed Wind Elemental Lord, carefully observed his new master's expression and did not dare say a word.
"Al'Khan."
"Yes, Divine Lord. What are your orders?"
"Do your Wind Elementals have any princesses?"
"Uh... probably not. Why does the Divine Lord ask?"
"If there are, kill them all for me." Hu Feng's face was full of killing intent.
Uldum was already in turmoil. Al'Akir, the Wind God, had fallen. The newly appointed Wind God Al'Khan and the corrupted Council of Wind swiftly seized control of the situation, and one order after another was issued. Every Tol'vir received a death order: guard every pyramid ruin. The largest pyramid, the Halls of Origination, was now surrounded by vast numbers of Tol'vir troops.
The Titan Constructs on the outskirts had all been cleared away. These Titan Constructs guarding the ruins obeyed only the commands of Highkeeper Ra-den.
But where was Hu Feng supposed to find Ra-den now? Ra-den's underground palace happened to be located on the Pandaren Pandaria Continent, and Pandaria was now shrouded in mist, having drifted off to some unknown corner of the Endless Sea.
Since there was no way to resolve this peacefully, there was nothing else to do. They would just have to force their way through.
With the Wind Elementals' help, they directed the Tol'vir in a large-scale sweep of Titan Constructs throughout Uldum. The Azerothian Reboot Device was not limited to the Halls of Origination; that was merely its core location. All the pyramid-shaped structures in Uldum were actually transmitters, linked together and converging their power.
But a message from across the sea stopped Hu Feng just as he was about to depart. Instead, he slowly sat down, closed his eyes, and sighed.
The most outstanding and powerful human Archmage, the Protector of the Realm Archmage of Arathor, Hu Feng's only disciple, Merith Winterwind, had died in battle.
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