A Beauty Offered and Merith's Fate

The continent of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.

On this day, all beings capable of sensing the flow of surrounding energy turned their gaze towards the southernmost part of the continent, their eyes filled with dread.

No one had the confidence to resist the oppressive Void Energy field that seemed to cover the sky and earth.

Who was it?

Had the combined forces of the Dragonflights and Elves failed? Were the Old Gods free?

But soon, everyone received an answer. Hu Feng, the Divine Emissary of the God of Magic, who had rarely acted since the end of the War of the Ancients, once again declared his power to the world. The Highborne of Suramar City proudly announced: Our Divine Emissary personally slew the Wind Lord Al'Akir in Uldum. This ancient being, who had existed since the dawn of Azeroth, had finally fallen.

The news quickly spread throughout Azeroth. If the War of the Ancients was too distant for many, merely a heroic epic, then the deeds of Divine Emissary Hu Feng during the Troll Wars, where he turned city walls to dust with a mere smile, had allowed many to glimpse his power. But that was the extent of it; dealing with such a master required the might of an entire nation.

However, Hu Feng's current display of power, directly confronting and defeating the Wind Lord Al'Akir, struck fear into the major powers of the world. Even more terrifying was that, based on the energy emitted that day, Al'Akir hadn't lasted long before falling.

In summary, if the Divine Emissary's power was enough to crush the entire Troll tribes, then the great leaders of the world's major powers would have merely been astonished and respectful. But now, with Hu Feng demonstrating the strength to overwhelm an ancient Elemental Lord, astonishment and respect turned into fear and worship. After all, no one wanted to provoke someone who could flatten their entire stronghold at any moment, especially when that someone had a Titan God standing behind him.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm's feelings were complex. On one hand, he was pleased to see the high-end combat power of the Night Elves so formidable. But a whisper in his heart, which he had always treated as his intuition, kept telling him that Hu Feng was a disaster! He and his God of Magic were a disaster for the Night Elves! Not now, but they certainly would be in the future!

Fandral decided to trust his intuition. What had magic ever brought the Night Elves? Only invasion and destruction! As long as even one Elf used magic, the disaster for the Night Elves would never cease! Perhaps that God of Magic was plotting something, deceiving the Night Elves for their faith and worship, and then doing something evil and dark.

Therefore, his persistence was correct; he had to stop the God of Magic, and that Divine Emissary Hu Feng!

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Quel'Thalas, Eversong Woods.

"Sister, your beloved Divine Emissary has become famous again!" Sylvanas, holding a exquisite longbow that shimmered with colorful light, landed lightly on a villa terrace by a lake and called out towards the room.

"You took Thas'dorah to play again. Haven't I told you many times that this bow isn't suitable for your physique and talent?" Alleria put down her book and looked at her sister with a frown.

"Hmph, I just wanted to try what it feels like to use a divine artifact." Sylvanas pouted, staring at the exquisite eyeball-shaped necklace on her sister's chest. "Your dear Divine Emissary is so good to you, giving you two divine artifacts at once. My cruel sister didn't even help me get one." Queen Sylvanas put on a show of being heartbroken.

Alleria tried to put on a stern face, but quickly failed. She had always doted on her sister. "Alright, stop messing around. What did you say just now? What did Hu Feng do again?"

"Guess, and I'll tell you if you're right." Queen Sylvanas immediately felt a killing intent.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Your Divine Emissary made quite a splash a while ago, personally slaying the Wind Lord Al'Akir and taking over the Throne of the Wind God."

"Is that so..." Alleria's eyes flickered, as if she were thinking about something, and her face turned a little red.

"Oh, sister, it's not that I'm interfering with your feelings. Since you miss him so much, why don't you go find him in Kalimdor? Otherwise, what will you do if some Night Elf beauty who is particularly good at seducing men snatches him away?"

"Get out of here. They are our former compatriots, not filthy succubi. What are you talking about?" Alleria glared at her sister.

Alleria's thoughts drifted to the continent of Kalimdor. Yes, if she loved him, why didn't she go with him?

"Yes, I can certainly force you to leave, but if you leave Eversong Woods, will you still be the same Alleria?" Hu Feng's words echoed in her mind, and for a moment, Alleria became entranced.

Sylvanas looked at her sister, who had fallen into a daze, stomped her foot, and then floated away again.

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What was Hu Feng doing now?

He was furious.

The Faceless One General Darkside did something that baffled all the Night Elves. After the Archmage Aethelus's strenuous dissuasion failed, he remained resolute in communicating with the God of Magic.

In the center of the Suramar City plaza, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he declared his intention to offer a peerlessly beautiful princess to the great deity. This matter even alarmed Elisande, who was studying in the land of slumber. She leaned against the viewing platform at the top of the tall tower, looking down at Darkside, who appeared devout, and shook her head helplessly, pressing her brow.

That's right, this peerlessly beautiful princess was the royalty of the Qiraji, Princess Alk'ja. That giant, plump, Tank Scarab with a huge head covered by only a carapace and four thick, segmented legs... General Darkside's twisted aesthetic sense firmly believed that only such a beauty was worthy of a deity.

"Oh... I think he's dead." Aethelus looked constipated, speaking to the Red Dragon Krasus, who stood beside him with a twitching mouth.

Krasus had come to Suramar City to learn more advanced magical knowledge.

"Indeed, this Faceless One is dead." The Red Dragon nodded.

A vast divine might descended upon Suramar City. The God of Magic's signature Eye of Truth appeared in the sky, looking at General Darkside.

"What is it?"

"Great Divine Lord! Your loyal servant Darkside has captured a peerless beauty and wishes to offer her to you! Only you! Are worthy of possessing such a beautiful creation!" General Darkside's massive body trembled fanatically.

Hu Feng was genuinely surprised for a moment. Darkside had captured a peerless beauty? He hadn't accidentally crushed her? That was good. Faceless Ones knew how to handle things; they knew to offer beauties to the boss first.

However, Hu Feng's divine sense swept over and over again. Where was the beauty? The Night Elves present couldn't be it. Could it be that she was blocked by that fat Tank Scarab?

Wait... something's wrong. Why is there a Tank Scarab in Suramar City?

"Great Divine Lord! It's the one beside me! The beautiful Princess Alk'ja! I captured her from the battlefield of Angerla. Such a beautiful creation, the Old God C'Thun is not worthy of possessing her! Only you! Only you are worthy of possessing her!"

He actually said it... He's really finished...

Everyone present, acting as onlookers, had this thought at this very moment.

The entire scene fell silent, and the Divine Eye in the sky looked somewhat dazed.

After a while, the Divine Eye stared intently at Darkside, who was still unaware, for a long time, as if probing something. That's right, Hu Feng now extremely suspected that Darkside was just looking for death out of boredom. Without any obstruction, he saw all of Darkside's thoughts, and Hu Feng sighed silently. Alright, can you blame someone whose aesthetic sense is twisted into a pretzel? He genuinely found the Tank Scarab incredibly beautiful. Or is it that creatures related to the Old Gods have such ferocious aesthetics?

"Darkside, I have seen your intentions." The Divine Eye emitted a majestic voice. Darkside bowed even lower.

"However, this God has decided to bestow this... beautiful princess upon you, hoping you will continue to fight for My glory."

As the voice fell, the Divine Eye eagerly began to slowly dissipate.

Everyone wanted to laugh but dared not, collectively holding back their laughter with great effort.

Hu Feng's face was pained and somber after the communication ended. The newly appointed Wind Lord, Al'Khan, cautiously observed his new master's expression, daring not to speak.

"Al'Khan."

"I am here, Divine Master. What are your orders?"

"Do you have any princesses among your wind elementals?"

"Uh... I don't think so. May I ask why Divine Master is asking this?"

"If you do, kill them all." Hu Feng's face was filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, Uldum was in chaos. The Wind God Al'Akir had fallen. The new Wind God, Al'Khan, and the corrupted Council of Wind quickly took control of the situation, issuing orders. All Tol'vir received a death order: guard every pyramid ruin. The largest pyramid, the Halls of Origin, was now surrounded by a large army of Tol'vir.

The Titan Constructs on the outer perimeter had all been cleared. These constructs guarding the ruins only obeyed Highkeeper Ra-den.

However, Hu Feng had no idea where to find Ra-den at the moment. Ra-den's underground palace was located on the Pandaren continent of Pandaria, which was now shrouded in mist and had drifted to an unknown corner of the Endless Sea.

Since a peaceful solution was not possible, there was no other way but to break through by force.

With the help of the wind elementals, they directed the Tol'vir to clear Titan Constructs across Uldum on a large scale. The Azerothian Reboot Device was not just in the Halls of Origin; that was merely the core location. All the pyramid-shaped buildings in Uldum were actually transmitters, interconnected and converging.

However, a piece of news from across the sea made Hu Feng halt his imminent departure. Instead, he slowly sat down, closed his eyes, and sighed.

The most outstanding and powerful Archmage of humanity, the Protector of the Realm Archmage of Arathor, Hu Feng's only disciple, Merith Winterwind, had died in battle.