Dath'Remar Sunstrider was deeply worried.
More than a month had passed since the Highborne began carrying out the Queen's will, and Dath'Remar's doubts and concerns had grown heavier by the day.
They had drawn upon the power of The Well of Eternity, turning the Well into a portal to welcome the so-called supreme god and his Titan legions.
The Highborne worshipped only Sarodar, the God of Magic, and had little interest in other gods. But since the revered Light of Lights had demanded it, he could only obey.
Yet problems soon arose. The Highborne were exceptionally 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 fellow Highborne quickly sensed that something was wrong.
What had that god promised Her Majesty the Queen? Purification and ascension? To make this world purer and better?
No. This was very wrong.
Though that god had not appeared, his Titan warriors had.
The energy emanating from the portal was incomparably violent, cruel, and dark, crashing toward them like a tide that sought to destroy everything.
What in the world had they summoned?
Dath'Remar still remembered the arrival of the first so-called Titan warrior.
At the time, the small portal had burned fiercely. That strange dark-green flame put the Highborne mages on high alert, instinctively filling them with disgust.
"Prepare to welcome the arrival of the first Titan Soldiers, Night Elves! The legion shall bring purity and rebirth to your world!"
A creature more than three meters tall strode out. He wore heavy runic armor, and dark-green blazing fireballs burned atop each shoulder guard. The same unknown energy flowed across his armor like veins.
Haka the Canine God—that was the name of this Titan commander.
He violently lashed the flaming whip clenched in his hand, striking the ground with savage force.
The next moment, more than a dozen small temporary Portals abruptly appeared, and dozens of hideous hound-like monsters emerged. Their backs were covered in barbs, and two long tentacles grew from their backs just above their front legs.
Felhounds. Haka the Canine God's greatest specialty was instantly summoning these terrifying mage hunters in large numbers.
The ends of their two tentacles were shaped like suction cups. Once they attached themselves to a creature with magical power, they could rapidly devour the target's magic until it was completely exhausted. Then came life force, and in the end, the prey would become a shriveled corpse with a pained expression.
After absorbing enough energy, Felhounds would split and reproduce on their own, turning from one into two.
Behind Haka the Canine God, a squad of Demon Guards marched out of the portal. These demons clad in heavy Fel Energy armor were the legion's basic soldiers, and the massive fel-flame axes in their hands could even cleave through the strongest walls.
Watching these monsters arrive in the World of Azeroth, Dath'Remar's concerns solidified.
These were absolutely not servants that any normal god would command. Her Majesty the Queen appeared to have made a tremendous mistake, and the Highborne had become accomplices.
"You, return to Suramar in secret immediately. Remember, do not let anyone discover you. Inform the Eye of Truth Council and tell them to go on alert at once. Everything I need to say is in this crystal. Go, and you must personally deliver it to Elisande."
Standing on a balcony within the palace, Dath'Remar shook his head, then turned and summoned over a Highborne mage, handing him an Image Crystal.
The young mage immediately bowed, put away the crystal, and quickly departed.
I hope Suramar can find some useful clues...
After doing all this, Dath'Remar turned back and continued watching The Well of Eternity below. A circle of Highborne mages had already gathered around it, casting spells without pause to stabilize and reinforce the portal.
Val'sharah, Black Rook Hold.
Lord Ravencrest personally received the two strangely appearing unknown outsiders before him. According to the soldiers, these two outsiders seemed to have important information they wished to convey directly to him.
"A great disaster is about to descend. A dark tide will soon sweep across the entire world, ultimately tearing the whole continent apart. In the historical records, Black Rook Hold... uh, Black Rook Hold possesses the strongest military forces. My lord, you must immediately be on guard and summon the lords of the other regions. Your capital, Eldorei, is currently brewing a tide of destruction. If this continues..."
"Insolence!"
Before Krasus could finish, the Highborne mage standing to one side of the hall interrupted him. His face was filled with fury at the outsider's wild claims.
"You outsiders will never learn what manners are... uh..."
How the tables had turned. Before the Highborne could finish, Krasus impatiently raised his right hand and made a grasping gesture. The elf's face immediately flushed red as he floated into the air, clearly unable to breathe.
Krasus then shoved forcefully, sending the elf mage flying backward into the wall. When he fell to the ground, two Arcane Binding Chains had already appeared around his hands and feet.
Well... it seemed this Red Dragon trapped in human form had been holding in quite a bit of frustration over being unable to return to his true form.
"If you allow this to continue and only respond after the disaster arrives, it will be too late!"
Ravencrest remained silent for a long time after hearing this.
This outsider's power was incredibly formidable. Even the court mage at his side had been utterly helpless before him, defeated in an instant. But... could he be a fool?
"Outsiders, I thank you for coming all this way to inform me. But you must understand that if I did this, it would be no different from rebellion. We are loyal to the great Light of Lights. Without an order, no lord may..."
"You still do not understand, Lord Ravencrest. Your Queen is the instigator of this disaster. The Night Elves must prepare in advance to avoid needless casualties and losses!"
Ravencrest was the strongest lord among the dozen territories, not merely because the strength of the legion under his command had always ranked first, but also because he possessed exceptional political acumen and emotional intelligence.
Lord Ravencrest fell silent once more. Then he rose from his throne, walked down, and solemnly nodded at Krasus.
"Very well, Master Krasus. I will take note of this and immediately send scouts to secretly investigate movements from Eldorei. I will also dispatch an envoy to return to the capital and seek an audience with Her Majesty Queen Azshara. As for you, until the situation becomes clear, you and this..."
"Rhonin. My name is Rhonin, my lord."
"You and Master Rhonin will remain at Black Rook Hold for the time being. I hereby formally appoint you as the Court Archmages of Black Rook Hold, and you will serve me for now."
At this, Ravencrest paused, his expression somewhat complicated.
"I now hope that everything you have said is merely an imagined lie... Guards, prepare private rooms for the two masters. Within Black Rook Hold, the two masters shall have complete freedom."
Great strength, especially great arcane power, had always been the most respected thing in the age of The Well of Eternity, even when its wielder was a non-elven outsider.
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