Hu Feng did not know that although his guess was correct—the Pantheon no longer existed, and the Titans were almost completely dead—there was still one being who received his message.
There was still a difference between almost all and absolutely all.
In a remote corner of the universe, a planet resembling a Death Star floated silently through a star system. Its surface was nothing but lifeless gray rock, while sandstorms raged endlessly across the sky. Such planets were called wastelands, worthless and utterly useless. A being had lived here for an unknown length of time. Facing the sandstorms, he endlessly swung a broken sword across the desolate ground, training his swordsmanship day after day. Though he also knew countless unimaginably powerful spells, he understood very well that his magic would be useless against that enemy. Only the martial strength of a fellow warrior offered hope of defeating his foe.
Dragging his exhausted body back to a cave, Argus sat silently on a rocky outcrop and stared blankly into space. After a while, he habitually began fiddling with a small Titan signal receiver. This was his entire daily life.
He shut down the signal-blocking system. Though he knew there was no possibility, he still refused to give up. He desperately hoped that one day, he would suddenly receive a message from any member of the Pantheon, even though he knew full well that they had all fallen...
Suddenly, Argus's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief before wild joy flooded his heart.
A signal! A contact request signal!
He selected accept at the fastest speed possible.
"Uh... greetings, esteemed members of the Pantheon. My name is Sarodar, and I am a newborn Titan... uh... more accurately, a Titan Soul that has yet to be born. I don't know whether you can hear this message, but I just wanted to tell you..." At this point, the communicator fell silent, and Argus immediately shot to his feet in panic.
"Keep talking! Where are you?!" He was practically going mad with anxiety.
"It's nothing else... it's just... save me!!! I don't want to deal with Sargeras and the Void Lords by myself at the same time! I'm still young—I don't want to die in my prime!" The message paused again, accompanied by crackling static. Argus seemed to hear the newborn member of his race muttering to himself, "Is this thing even reliable? Damn... nothing's lighting up anywhere... forget it, whatever..."
Then the newborn Titan continued speaking loudly. "Um... simply put, I tricked Sargeras and the Void Lords. The Void Lords wanted to corrupt me, and Sargeras wanted to kill me, but both failed. I also happened to gain control of their Void and fel powers, then fled while driving my World Egg. Now I need help. I don't know how much longer my location will remain safe, so... if you receive my message, please contact me as soon as possible. I will tell you my location."
Argus sat heavily back down on the rock when the message suddenly began speaking again. "Oh, right. If Sargeras receives this message, I just want to say... screw you! Wash your neck clean and wait to die!"
Avenger Argus could not help but smile. He could no longer remember how long it had been since he last smiled. Had it been since Sargeras's betrayal, or since the destruction of the Pantheon?
But none of that mattered anymore, did it?
The Titans still had hope!
A Titan who had mastered Void and fel power had somehow not been corrupted! More importantly, this Titan was a newborn soul that had not even hatched! Since the birth of the universe until now, this was the first time he had seen an unborn Titan Soul capable of condensing an avatar! The first time he had seen a Titan who had yet to comprehend a divine office already possessing two devastating weapons!
That's right, this newborn Titan was hope!
Hope for restoring the glory of the Titans!
The Titans'... dawn!
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Lord Hu Feng, hailed as Titan's Dawn, had already returned to World Tree Teldrassil. He was busy installing Titan energy generators on Sarodar, his divine kingdom planet, and in Azeroth's Tower of Slumber. The divine kingdom's energy generators would primarily power Titan Energy Cannons. He intended to turn his World Egg into a gigantic planetary fortress in space.
As for the Night Elves' territory, it had no need for such cosmic-level defensive superweapons. However, Titan energy walls were still necessary.
Thus, another vigorous wave of grand construction swept through the Night Elves. The Divine Emissary personally demanded that all current Night Elf territory be enclosed by walls. The lands within were to be divided into separate regions, with walls built along each regional border as well, turning every region into an impregnable fortress. Then he would use technology bestowed by the gods to transform those walls into divine shields that no one could break.
Over the following days, pale-purple, wave-shaped walls with distinctive Night Elf characteristics rose across the land. Traditional elven patterns were carved into the walls, giving them a highly artistic feel. Blending with the dense forests, they looked completely natural.
Each region had only one fortress gate for entry and exit. The elves merely needed to station troops at each entrance and could rest easy. As for why no one guarded the walls? Nonsense—because there was no need. The Titan Energy Shield normally remained inactive in standby mode. The moment any non-elf creature tried to fly over the wall, the shield would activate instantly and rise without limit, ensuring they crashed into it hard enough to see stars.
Want to enter? Fine. Go attack the gate honestly!
The gates in the heartland only needed symbolic guards or rangers to patrol them and were not normally closed. The fortress gates at the borders, however, were heavily guarded. Whenever any enemy attacked, the gates could be sealed at once, after which the rangers could happily head up onto the walls for target practice.
The Divine Emissary proudly named this defensive system the Night Great Wall. The elves mocked it endlessly. Fine, they understood what "Night" meant, but what was a "Great Wall"? A very long wall? Hmm... the name did fit, actually.
The Night Elves' territory now covered nearly the entire Kalimdor Continent, aside from the barren Barrens and The Scarlets, the all-stone Thousand Needles and Stonetalon Mountains, the Tauren's Mulgore plains, and the southernmost Silithus and Tanaris Desert. All remaining lands had been enclosed by the Night Elves' endless walls. Within them, defensive facilities crisscrossed everywhere, and together with the boundless forests, their strategic depth had been expanded infinitely. Thus, although the Night Elves' lands were vast, their defenses remained as solid as a fortress.
Whenever Hu Feng thought of the Night Elves from the original history, they had withdrawn into World Tree Teldrassil after the War of the Ancients and ignored worldly affairs. At their peak, their sphere of control had extended no farther than Darkshore and Ashenvale. As for Moonpetal Fortress in Feralas, it was hardly any different from an outpost.
Now, under Hu Feng's influence, the Night Elves were no longer shut-ins who stayed within their own little patch of land as they had in history. Instead, they were highly enterprising, constantly expanding their sphere of influence. Of course, this was also related to Kalimdor having no worthy enemies to begin with. The only race with decent strength, the Tauren, also maintained excellent relations with the Night Elves.
Therefore, despite their constant expansion, the Night Elves had not earned a reputation for aggression. Just look at their enemies: murlocs? All one could say was, heh... furbolgs? Well, some furbolgs were not enemies. The furbolgs of Timbermaw Hold had always maintained trade relations with the Night Elves.
Satyr demons? This enemy was indeed somewhat troublesome. These Satyr demons, once Night Elves who had become corrupted and fallen to demonic power, were not stupid either. However, under the pursuit of the Faceless Ones and Highborne mages, they fled beyond the Night Elves' sphere of influence one after another, barely clinging to life.
The Satyrs were quite unlucky. Some Highborne mage had accidentally discovered that Satyr demon hearts and blood were superb magical materials, while Satyr demon horns were excellent for making daggers, short swords, and ornaments. That was when things got out of hand.
Overnight, the Highborne mages, who had previously shown little interest, suddenly became full of energy and enthusiasm. Like hungry wolves, they roamed every corner of Night Elf territory, frantically seeking and hunting Satyr demons. Their eyes glowed red as they bombarded the demons with magic. Even after death, the demons were dismembered, leaving the Satyrs to wonder, Who the hell is the real demon here? Is there any justice left?!
Of course, if one wanted to reason with the Highborne, well, magic was reason. After their Night Elf brethren accepted them again, the Highborne had behaved themselves for quite some time. With Hu Feng keeping them in check, everyone followed the rules fairly well and no longer conducted magical experiments that their brethren hated or considered insane.
Now that they had finally found a group they could legally abuse... uh, legally cast magic on however they pleased, and even gain magical materials from, where else could they find such a good thing? Naturally, they went all out and beat the hell out of them!
While the Night Elves were carrying out their *** in full swing, the Eastern Kingdoms across the sea were not exactly peaceful either.
The first major event was the split of the Arathor Empire. Humans were a short-lived race. A few decades or a century was but the blink of an eye to elves and dragons, yet to humans, it was an entire lifetime.
Emperor Thoradin and that generation of generals, such as General Lothar, had all passed away one after another. The new emperor lacked the prestige to control the vast empire and its many lords, so the lords stationed across the land began obeying proclamations while ignoring commands. Humanity moved from its former unity into an age of division among the Seven Kingdoms.
Lordaeron, Gilneas, Kul Tiras, Alterac, Stormwind City, and Dalaran of the Kirin Tor Mage Council—although these six largest territories still nominally belonged to the Arathor Empire, they were in truth no different from independent kingdoms. Together with Stromgarde, the core of the Arathor Empire, humanity's seven kingdoms existed in a delicate balance. No one was willing to be the first to openly declare independence.
Time continued to flow onward.
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