Time flew by. Having ended the epic war, the Night Elves gradually regained their former glory, and the confidence of the central race slowly revived.
Divine Lord Sarodar's Tower of Slumber had been completed. This magnificent structure was built entirely from precious thorium and Arcane Fel Iron, its silvery-white body covered in mysterious energy rune patterns.
Yet what rose above the sea was only the tip of the iceberg. Deep beneath the ocean, the base of the giant tower connected to an even more massive circular structure.
Elves of incomparable devotion and fanaticism were selected to enter this sacred tower, where they cultivated in tranquility and ignored worldly affairs.
Here, large-bodied Faceless Ones served as instructors and guards. They taught the Divine Lord's followers mental and spiritual magic, while guiding and refining their methods of wielding Arcane energy.
Those exceptionally fanatical followers were selected to undergo ascension in the tower's lower levels, gaining a higher form of existence: the Nightborne.
Their bodies became more slender, magical rune patterns like tattoos gleamed across their skin, their eyes were composed entirely of Arcane energy, and a rune halo made of Arcane energy floated behind them.
Within the Tower of Slumber, the Nightborne formed a fanatical organization: the Holy Crusaders of Truth.
This organization stood independent of the Eye of Truth. The Crusaders' greatest wish was to die in battle for their god, thereby earning the right to ascend to the divine kingdom and continue existing in a higher form.
The Holy Crusaders of Truth and the Eye of Truth—one hidden, one public. The former was still in its fledgling stage, so Boss Hu kept it concealed, while the latter had already endured for countless years. Suramar City belonged to the Eye of Truth Council.
The years passed, and the Night Elves continued expanding and consolidating their territories.
Many small cities and villages had already been established in nearby Darkshore and Ashenvale. These places had completely become the elves' private interior lands.
Felwood Forest also began developing on a grand scale and forged friendships with the local Bearman tribes. The Bearmen opened their Mouth of the Maw Fortress to the elves, allowing them to travel conveniently from Felwood Forest directly to their borderlands in Winterspring Valley and the Azshara region.
Other than murlocs, an intelligent race impossible to communicate with, the Night Elves formed relationships with local natives wherever they went. This allowed their territory to expand rapidly, and they had virtually no enemies.
There was no helping it. The elves had simply been born early. The outside world was still a wild and primitive place, with few intelligent races having developed civilization. Vast stretches of unclaimed land waited for the elves to plant a flag and declare, "This has belonged to us since ancient times."
The struggle between beliefs among the elves was also extremely intense, though fortunately, it remained healthy competition.
Ashenvale, Moonglade, and Mount Hyjal went without saying—they were entirely the Druids' domain. Forest Demi-god Cenarius lived in the forests of Ashenvale, while Mount Hyjal and Moonglade were the Druids' gathering places and headquarters.
Tyrande's Priestesses of the Moon and the Sentinels served as local defenders and priests. The priestesses were gentle by nature and got along well with every group and faction. Even those arrogant Highborne mages would respectfully address them as Esteemed Priestess when they met.
Speaking of the Highborne, their pace was much slower. Those mage lords were keen on building mage towers everywhere, selecting a few talented apprentices, then shutting themselves away as homebodies, completely unconcerned with worldly affairs.
Drinking otaku soda and curling up in an otaku tower—everything else has nothing to do with me. This is simply wonderful.
The competition among these three factions for talent among the elves was rather fierce. In the end, an unspoken rule emerged: whoever arrived first had first claim, and whoever first talked the target into boarding their pirate ship would make the other two sides back off.
After all, development and progress were always slowly achieved through arguments and compromises.
Boss Hu had remained a recluse on his own planet, or a shut-in in the Tower of Slumber. As the Supreme Emperor at the very top of Night Elf society, he generally did not meddle in affairs—but whenever he did, it was bound to concern matters of great importance to the entire race.
For example, this time, the Divine Lord proposed an epic project of immense scale: the Night Elf Great Wall.
Although Boss Hu was a Titan, he had not lost the essential mindset of a proper citizen of the Celestial Empire.
Stockpile grain, build high walls, bide your time before claiming kingship, and get busy farming... Nothing wrong with that!
The elves were so shocked by the Divine Lord's construction plan that they could not speak for quite some time.
Under the detailed plans, the completed Night Elf Great Wall would completely enclose all current Night Elf territory. From the Azshara region in the far east to Feralas in the far west—bordering the Tauren's Wailing Caverns—a towering wall would stretch across the continent, all of it reinforced with enchantments.
Moreover, the interior regions would be completely divided as well. Walls would surround each area, and entry and exit would only be possible through gates guarded by heavily armed troops.
Of course, in times of peace, only the gates in the border walls would be heavily guarded and kept closed at all times. The gates between interior regions would naturally remain open around the clock, allowing the elves to travel freely.
This Night Elf Great Wall would directly transform Night Elf lands into an unimaginably vast chain of fortresses.
Once war came, the enemy would face checkpoint after checkpoint. Take one city, and another would still lie ahead.
The elves did not dare defy the Titan Divine Lord's proposal. Moreover, after detailed analysis, they found that this miraculous project truly possessed formidable defensive value on home territory and great strategic depth.
So... they might as well roll up their sleeves and get to work!
Thus, vast numbers of elven construction crews and Arcane Golem building teams headed for the border regions and began laying the foundations for the Night Elf Great Wall.
Before long, a massive dragon-like wall would cut the Kalimdor Continent in half, and the northern half of the continent would fall under the Night Elves' military control.
Although Boss Hu did not meddle in affairs, he still kept a close eye on the world's movements.
Especially the Titan facilities scattered across the world, along with the lesser Titan Keepers left behind by the Pantheon.
These stubborn, rigid antiques, so devoted to order that they were nearly pedantic, spent every day holed up in the facilities under their charge. They refused to take even a single step outside and paid no attention whatsoever to events in the outside world.
When the demons of the Burning Legion invaded on a massive scale, the elves, various other races, and even the Dragon Aspects fought desperately outside. But what about those so-called Keepers? They continued guarding their respective Titan facilities without moving an inch, as though none of it had anything to do with them.
Therefore, Hu Feng held little affection for these lesser Titan Keepers. He had once considered using his identity as a Titan to recruit them, but that thought had long since faded away.
So pedantic, so stubborn—what use were they?
And as expected, they soon paid a tremendous price for it.
The Keepers in Northrend, far in the extreme north, somehow developed a massive internal conflict and began a fierce civil war within the Titan facility of Ulduar.
Keeper Loken led the other Keepers in a deadly pursuit of Tyr, who seemed to have discovered some secret.
Tyr, a Keeper devoted to fairness and filled with order and justice, was unwilling to strike back against his own kind. Besides, he could not defeat the combined assault of so many fellow Keepers.
Thus, Tyr fled. He escaped to the Eastern Kingdoms.
Boss Hu, on the Kalimdor Continent, watched all of this coldly and mentally attached various labels to every participant.
They would meet eventually, so for now, he would observe what kind of positions and mindsets these Keepers possessed.
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