Titan Soldiers and the Disaster Warning

Dath'Remar Sunstrider was deeply troubled.

More than a month had passed since the Highborne began executing the Queen's will, and Dath'Remar's doubts and worries grew heavier with each passing day.

Harnessing the power of the Well of Eternity and transforming it into a portal to welcome the so-called Supreme God and his Titan legions.

The Highborne worshipped only Sarodar, the God of Magic, and cared little for other deities. But since the Light of Lights, whom they revered, demanded this, they followed orders and complied.

Yet problems soon arose. The Highborne were extremely sensitive to fluctuations in magic and energy. After successfully connecting the first small portal on the shores of the Well of Eternity, Dath'Remar and his Highborne quickly sensed something was wrong.

What had that god promised Her Majesty the Queen? Purification and transcendence? To make this world purer and better?

No, this was very wrong.

Though that god had not shown himself, his Titan warriors had appeared.

The energy fluctuations emanating from the portal were utterly violent, utterly cruel, utterly dark—like a tide intent on destroying everything, surging forth.

What in the world had they summoned?

Dath'Remar still remembered the scene when the first so-called Titan soldier arrived.

At that time, the small portal burned fiercely. The strange emerald-green flames made the Highborne mages extremely wary, instinctively feeling revulsion.

"Prepare to welcome the first batch of Titan Soldiers, Night Elves! The Legion will bring purity and rebirth to your world!"

A creature over three meters tall strode out. He wore heavy runic armor, with emerald-green fireballs burning on each pauldron. The same unknown energy flowed through his body armor like veins.

Haka the Canine God—that was the name of this Titan commander.

He violently swung the flaming whip in his hand, striking the ground hard.

The next moment, over a dozen small temporary portals burst open, and dozens of hound-like monsters emerged—hideous in appearance, their backs covered in barbs, with two long tentacles growing from above their front legs.

Felhounds. Haka the Canine God's specialty was instantly summoning these terrifying mage-hunters in large numbers.

The ends of their tentacles were suction-cup-shaped. Once attached to a creature with mana, they could rapidly drain the target's mana until it was completely depleted, then drain their life force, eventually turning the prey into a dried corpse with a pained expression.

After absorbing enough energy, the Felhounds would split and reproduce, turning one into two.

Behind Haka the Canine God, a squad of Demon Guards was marching out of the portal. These demons, clad in heavy fel-infused armor, were the Legion's basic soldiers. The fel-flame axes in their hands could cleave through even the sturdiest walls.

Watching these monsters arrive in the World of Azeroth, Dath'Remar's fears solidified.

These were certainly not servants any proper god would command. Her Majesty the Queen seemed to have made a terrible mistake, and the Highborne had become accomplices.

"You, immediately return to Suramar in secret. Remember, don't let anyone else discover you. Tell the Eye of Truth Council to be on alert immediately. The information I need to convey is in this crystal. Go quickly, you must hand it to Elisande in person."

Standing on a terrace within the palace, Dath'Remar shook his head, turned, and called over a Highborne mage, handing him an Image Crystal.

The young mage immediately bowed, secured the crystal, turned, and hurried away.

Hopefully Suramar could find some useful leads...

After doing all this, Dath'Remar turned back to watch the Well of Eternity below. By now, a circle of Highborne mages had gathered around its shore, continuously casting spells to stabilize and strengthen the portal.

Val'sharah region, Black Rook Hold.

Lord Ravencrest personally received the two strange, unknown foreigners before him. According to the soldiers, these foreigners seemed to have important news to tell him directly.

"A great disaster is about to descend. A tide of darkness will sweep across the entire world, eventually shattering the continent. Black Rook Hold, in historical records... ah, Black Rook Hold has the strongest military force. Lord Ravencrest must be on alert immediately, summon the lords of other regions. Your capital, Eldorei, is brewing a tide of destruction right now. If you just—"

"How dare you!"

Before Krasus could finish, a Highborne mage standing at the side of the hall interrupted him, his face full of rage, furious at this foreigner's wild talk.

"You foreigners never learn what is pro—ah..."

The tables had turned. Before the Highborne could finish, Krasus impatiently raised his right hand, making a grasping gesture. The elf immediately flushed red, floating in the air, clearly unable to breathe.

Then, Krasus shoved hard. The elf mage flew backward, slamming heavily into the wall. When he fell to the ground, two Arcane Binding Chains had already appeared on his hands and feet.

Hmm... it seemed this red dragon, trapped in human form, was still holding a bellyful of anger over his inability to revert to his true body.

"If you just let this slide and wait until the disaster comes to respond, it will be too late!"

Ravencrest remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

This foreigner's power was immense. Even the court mage at his side was no match, instantly defeated. But... could he be a fool?

"Foreigner, I thank you for coming to inform me, but you must understand: if I do this, it would be no different from rebellion. We are loyal to the great Light of Lights. Without orders, no lord can—"

"You still don't understand, Lord Ravencrest. Your queen is the instigator of this disaster. The Night Elves must prepare in advance to avoid unnecessary sacrifice and loss!"

As the most powerful lord among over a dozen territories, Ravencrest was known not only for his legion's unmatched strength but also for his high political acumen and emotional intelligence.

The Lord of Black Rook fell silent again for a moment, then rose from his throne and walked down, nodding solemnly at Krasus.

"Very well, Master Krasus, I will take note. I will immediately send scouts to secretly monitor movements from Eldorei, and I will also dispatch an envoy back to the capital to meet with Queen Azshara. As for you, until the situation is clear, please and this..."

"Rhonin. My name is Rhonin, my lord."

"And this Master Rhonin, stay at Black Rook Hold for now. I formally appoint you both as Court Archmages of Black Rook Hold, serving me temporarily."

At this, Ravencrest paused, his expression complex.

"Right now, I hope what you've said is nothing but imagined lies... Guards, prepare private rooms for the two masters. They will have full freedom within Black Rook Hold."

Great power, especially great arcane power, was always most respected in the age of the Well of Eternity—even if its wielder was a non-elf foreigner.

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