Time returned to ten thousand years ago, just after the War of the Ancients had ended.
The Night Elves now possessed two World Trees, and they claimed all the land between those two colossal trees as their territory.
Nordrassil, the World Tree in the Mount Hyjal region, had now become a holy land for the Druids. They gathered there, taking advantage of Nordrassil's connection to the Emerald Dream to begin practicing the Path of Dreams. Towns and villages gradually sprang up across Mount Hyjal, bustling with life.
At the same time, they were developing the neighboring Moonglade region. This valley was surrounded by mountains and had a beautiful lake at its center. The elven Druids planned to build a grand natural library there, along with all kinds of dens for habitation and slumber.
Meanwhile, Teldrassil, the World Tree at the other end of their territory, was developing just as rapidly.
The new capital city, Darnassus, had already been built with the aid of countless Arcane Golems provided by the Highborne, while more than a dozen towns of various sizes dotted the plateau atop Teldrassil.
This was a realm of dense forests, quiet and peaceful. Roughly sixty percent of the Night Elf populace chose to live here, while the rest expanded and settled in Darkshore, Ashenvale, and Felwood Forest.
After enduring that unimaginably brutal epic war, most elves now wanted nothing more than a quiet, peaceful life. They had grown utterly sick of war.
Suramar, the Sky City, still floated high in the sky, slowly orbiting the World Tree Teldrassil along its new path. It was a vast satellite city no smaller in scale than the capital.
The Highborne were unwilling to live among their Night Elf kin, nor did they want their normal lives of magical study disturbed. Thus, they chose to continue living in Suramar City, leaving one another undisturbed in quiet mutual understanding.
Of course, some Highborne mages also chose to return to the continent, find secluded places to their liking, build personal mage towers there, and recruit promising apprentices from among ordinary Night Elves.
The Night Elves could not be bothered to manage those reclusive Highborne. Since they had behaved themselves, stopped causing trouble, and even helped their kin rebuild their homeland, the Night Elves simply let them be and allowed them to keep studying spells in their cozy little towers.
Other than the Divine Lord Sarodar, who did not manage anything at all, the only one capable of keeping the Highborne in line was Archmage Elisande. So she just had to work a little harder, keep them on a leash, and make sure they did not start any more dangerous magical experiments.
The Night Elves' four-way rule remained fairly harmonious. Jarod Shadowsong, the General Commander of the Resistance Army, devoted himself wholeheartedly to the daily training of the Night Elves' regular main force after entering peacetime. He rarely took part in politics, knowing full well that he was not suited for political affairs.
Archdruid Malfurion was even less interested in managing matters. As the prized disciple of Forest Demi-god Cenarius, he went to the den in the Ashenvale region and received further training from Cenarius: sleeping.
Yes, that was right—sleeping and daydreaming, letting his spirit remain in the Emerald Dream for long periods while he happily played with his fellow Druids.
Thus, the only Night Elf rulers left were the two formidable women: Priestess of the Moon Tyrande and Archmage Elisande.
Elisande was already overwhelmed just managing Suramar City and that group of delicate Highborne mage lords every day. She simply had no time to oversee the Night Elves' vast territories.
Tyrande, a complete novice in her new position, had indeed been rather inexperienced at first. But with the assistance and guidance of Highborne advisors, the Priestess was rapidly maturing and handling all kinds of internal affairs in perfect order.
Although the Night Elves' territory was still far from the glory of the era of The Well of Eternity, it was no longer small in scale.
It stretched north from Darkshore and Winterspring Valley, and south to Wailing Caverns and the Azshara region, occupying nearly half the continent.
There were not many other intelligent races in those days, so as long as the Night Elves planted a flag, they could declare the place their ancestral land. No one came to contest it.
As for the various Bearman tribes within their territory, though that race possessed considerable intelligence and revered shamanistic teachings, they had never formed a unified whole. The clans fought and killed one another endlessly.
Ever since the Bear Demigod brothers Ursol and Urson had died in battle, the Bearmen had entered this scattered and divided era.
Still, the vast majority of Bearman clans were quite friendly toward the Night Elves. After all, they had once fought together as allies, and the elves honored that relationship by allowing them to live and multiply within their territory.
As for the Tauren, it was said that they were not doing well in Wailing Caverns. Their relationship with the centaurs was extremely tense, and they were practically on the verge of war.
It was not the Tauren's fault. Their honest and straightforward nature meant they never took the initiative to provoke trouble, much less start wars.
It was simply because those centaurs were inherently cruel and warlike, and utterly hostile toward the Tauren who had come to settle there.
Heaven and earth bore witness: the Tauren had not affected the centaurs' interests in the slightest. The best grasslands were all under centaur control.
Further south lay an uninhabited region of the continent, and few were currently willing to set foot there.
The Night Elves did not intend to continue expanding for the time being. They were busy absorbing the land they already possessed, planning to fully colonize it first.
Oh, and there were also the remaining Satyr demons roaming through various regions. The Night Elves had to devote some effort to dealing with them as well.
These former kin, infused with Fel Energy, technically counted as native creatures. Thus, they had not been forcibly sucked into the Fel Portal of The Well of Eternity. After the Burning Legion's defeat, they began hiding everywhere, evading capture and judgment by elven forces.
The elves also had one major matter to handle—more accurately, the Highborne had one major matter to handle.
Beside the World Tree Teldrassil, a towering silver-white spire was under construction.
This entirely silver-white tower grew sharper the higher it rose, plunging straight into the seabed and standing upon the ocean surface like a pillar that held the sea in place.
The Tower of Slumber, the Divine Lord Sarodar's private entertainment and leisure club, was opening for business. Beautiful elven dealers dealt cards online... Ahem, it was a private tower.
Only the most devout followers of the Eye of Truth could enter the tower and receive a place within it.
This would become a massive special military camp as well as a secret laboratory. Some of Boss Hu's unspeakable secret plans and operations would be carried out here.
Naturally, the Night Elves supported it with both hands and feet.
As long as this Titan lord did not leave, even if he wanted a grand palace comparable to Queen Azshara's, the elves would build it for him without hesitation.
Time continued to pass, and the Night Elves' new peaceful and comfortable lives began once more.
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