Audience and Secret Talks

Hu Feng sat up from the soft silk bed and waved a hand at the floor-to-ceiling windows; the curtains blocking the outside light immediately parted slowly on their own.

Divine power, under the control of his will, restored itself in an instant, dispelling the unpleasant sensation of a hangover.

Turning his head to look beside him, the female elf's sexy, graceful body had slipped half out from under the smooth blanket, revealing plenty of enticing curves.

Elisande also woke up, rubbing her forehead and letting out a groan.

"Normally, I'd say I should take responsibility for you now, but since I'm a Titan and entitled to some privileges, let's just skip that stage, shall we? What do you think?"

The Archmage, who had also sat up, let out a few light chuckles at this.

"I have no objections, but as a true god, your worldly attitude is quite refreshing."

"Ha, Titans aren't emotionless puppets. Believe me, compared to my rigid and serious kin, I think I'm probably the most worldly one."

"On that point, I absolutely believe you." Elisande waved her fingers, commanding her dress—which had been crumpled into a ball—to smooth out again, then automatically slip onto her body.

"Ah, I almost forgot. Two strange foreigners arrived in Suramar last night. They claimed to be court mages of Lord Ravencrest, the Black Crow Lord. I ordered them to come for an audience today. As our ruler, I think you should meet them."

Hu Feng shrugged at this; his black robe had also returned to its proper place by now.

"It seems the threat from my fallen brother has pushed the Night Elves to rise up and fight... Well, fine, meeting them is fine too. After all, our goals are the same."

******

Krasus and Rhonin, led by two Highborne battlemages, walked along the corridor.

They had been told that Suramar's supreme ruler would receive them in the High Council Hall.

That's right, receive them...

Coupled with the extremely arrogant expressions on the faces of the two elves guiding them, the Highborne's attitude made Rhonin constantly whisper complaints to Krasus.

Arriving at the High Council Hall, the two once again experienced firsthand what it meant that there was no greater arrogance, only greater arrogance.

All the members of the High Council were seated in their respective seats, which were elevated infinitely high by pillars below and arranged in a circle.

Standing in the center of the hall, the two looked no different from prisoners brought in for judgment, enduring the condescending gazes from all around.

And at the deepest part of the hall, on the tallest and widest pillar platform, there was an extremely magnificent throne. Seated upon it was...

Staring intently, Krasus and Rhonin were instantly stunned.

A human!?

Endless confusion filled Krasus's mind, but he quickly noticed something unusual.

A dragon's incredibly keen senses, to some extent, were no different from a hound's nose.

That wasn't a human; that was a...

"A human? Krasus, the ruler of the Highborne is a human? Am I seeing this right? How could there be another human besides me during the War of the Ancients?"

Rhonin's eyes widened as he whispered to Krasus.

Krasus, however, looked utterly incredulous, trembling slightly as if greatly shocked. It was the first time Rhonin had seen his dragon mentor show such an expression.

"That's not a human... It's impossible... That's a Titan! A living Titan! I would never be mistaken, and our dragon senses would never be wrong... By the Pantheon, I'm certain that's a Titan!"

Rhonin was also stunned at this, staring blankly at the high platform not far away.

That young human man wore a black robe, held a huge ornate staff in his hand, and a female Highborne stood beside the throne.

"A Titan? Are you sure you're not mistaken..."

"How dare you! You foolish, shallow foreigners will never learn true etiquette. Is your way of showing respect nothing but rude staring?!"

From the circular high platform, a Highborne mage roared in accusation.

Krasus, rarely losing his composure, shuddered instead, then knelt obediently toward the high platform ahead, as if the dragon's dignity had completely vanished.

Rhonin, hit with such a bombshell, didn't react in time and knelt down along with Krasus.

"Please... please forgive our rudeness. I didn't expect... I mean, I didn't know a Titan of the Pan—"

At that moment, a wild, chaotic whisper suddenly arose, and the entire hall was shrouded in an overwhelming pressure.

"Enough. It seems a dragon's nose is quite sharp—sniffing me out so quickly... I'm well aware of your purpose here. Go back and tell Ravencrest that the Highborne of Suramar will join forces with the Elf Resistance. The Demon Legion must be destroyed, and the Portal in Eldorei must be closed."

Krasus, interrupted mid-sentence, immediately lowered his head. "As you wish. We will inform the Black Crow Lord of everything that has happened here. Your will will be accurately conveyed."

******

On the balcony of the top-floor private hall in the Central Core Mage Tower.

Krasus and Rhonin stood to the side, their expressions extremely tense and at a loss.

"Tell me. I sense a disruptive force on you—you don't belong to this time... So, a dragon and a human, traveling through time to come here—what do you want?"

With that, Boss Hu poured three glasses of Moonlight Wine and handed two of them to the pair.

Krasus and Rhonin immediately stepped forward quickly, took the glasses with both hands in great fluster, then bowed in thanks.

"Thank you, Creator, for bes—"

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't use that title. Just call me Divine Lord. That title makes me very uncomfortable."

"Yes, thank you, Divine Lord, for the wine... We truly do not belong to this time. The two of us were brought to this era from the future by the Dragon King of Time, Nozdormu. He said a great anomaly... Ah, I understand! Your arrival is the anomaly! In the original historical records—"

"Forgive my bluntness, but that young dragon is not yet capable of predicting or sensing my movements. So you still don't understand—Nozdormu sent you here not because of my arrival." Hu Feng waved a hand, cutting off Krasus's words.

Hmm... This divine sovereign enjoys interrupting others. How interesting.

Rhonin, standing off to the side, thought to himself.

Elisande, standing beside Boss Hu, observed the two carefully. She was deeply curious about these two human foreigners from the future, for she had noticed that the divine sovereign's incarnation took the form of this very race called humans.

Krasus, taken aback by the words, paused for a moment before bowing once more.

"I am dull-witted, but... now that you have appeared, no matter what anomalies or calamities arise, they are no longer worth fearing, are they? Will you stay with us for the long term, leading us forward? In the future after the Titan creator departed, there has been too much war, too much bloodshed. We long for—"

Hu Feng raised his hand again, cutting off Krasus's hurried speech.

"I am not your babysitter, young dragon. You seem to have forgotten that."

"But I will guide the Night Elves to victory in this war. As for what happens after, what I will do—that is entirely up to me. Perhaps I will leave, perhaps I will slumber, perhaps I will continue to guide the Night Elves forward. But I will not answer you. I am not your babysitter. Your future is yours to choose."

"Still... fate brings us together. Since you have met me... a small gift. Use it well."

With that, Hu Feng snapped his fingers.

Rhonin immediately felt the energy within him surge and roil, ascending.

In an instant, his power reached a level comparable to an Archmage of the Dalaran Kirin Tor Council. Now, he felt an urge to trade fireballs with that old codger Antonidas.

Krasus, meanwhile, sensed some kind of seal shatter with a resounding crack, and the all-too-familiar feeling returned to his body.

He could once again assume his Dragon form!

"Now, you may return. Gather every force you can muster. We still have a hard battle ahead."

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