Tyr had ultimately died.
In a forest in the northwestern part of the Eastern Kingdoms, later known as the Tirisfal Glades, Tyr encountered the pursuers who had tracked him down and fought to the death.
Loken had still achieved his goal. No matter what deeply hidden dark secret Tyr had discovered, he could no longer reveal it.
Tyr's body fell forever within that uninhabited wilderness. He and his Silver Hand would be buried here forever, becoming one with the heavy earth.
At the same time, further upheavals occurred in Ulduar on the Northrend continent.
Having dealt with Tyr, Loken turned his attention toward Odyn. Odyn resisted stubbornly, and the two sides remained deadlocked for a time.
But Loken, consumed by darkness and corruption, always had his methods. He secretly won over Hela, whom Odyn had already exiled. Hela, who could wield the power of the dead, cursed Odyn, ensuring that he would never be able to leave his fortress, the Hall of Valor.
In the end, Odyn controlled his Hall of Valor and sent it soaring into the sky, away from Ulduar and even farther from the ground beneath it. Hidden high in the heavens, he began his life of seclusion.
Boss Hu did not particularly care about this series of changes in Northrend. Since those ancient relics left behind by the Pantheon could not be used by him, their lives and deaths were irrelevant.
As for what had suddenly driven Loken mad and sent him plunging into an endless abyss, Boss Hu did not even need to think to know. It had to be Yogg-Saron, the Old God imprisoned in the deepest part of Ulduar.
Although, during the age of the Well of Eternity, that fellow had noticed the mental surveillance of Sarodar, the suddenly emerged Titan, and had promptly hidden himself away in a low profile, that did not prevent him from corrupting his own jailers.
There was no rush, though. Yogg-Saron was still trapped in Ulduar's prison and could not affect Azeroth for now. He could be dealt with later, along with all the Guardians there in one sweep.
The great director Yogg-Saron had only one source of amusement during his dull and tedious prison life: corrupting the Guardians watching over him.
So he could be left alone for the time being. There were more important matters to handle.
Naturally, those matters concerned the Tower of Slumber.
The Highborne and Nightborne within the tower were astonished to discover a strange change: sharp, thorn-covered flesh tentacles had suddenly sprouted throughout the tower, with huge watery eyeballs at their tips scanning in every direction.
An oracle soon descended. These were the servants of Divine Lord Sarodar, called the Eyes of Truth. Their eyes could see through all illusions and concealed hostility, while their mind magic and power of corruption could influence all things in the world.
Hu Feng transferred the Millennium Eye Demon from his own planetary egg to the World of Azeroth. This Old God had now taken root again beneath the Tower of Slumber. Nourished by the Void essence supplied by Hu Feng, its enormous fleshly body expanded at a rapid pace, and a vast stretch of the surrounding seabed had already been claimed by writhing flesh.
Large numbers of devout believers flocked to the secret chamber deep beneath the tower to worship. Though the Millennium Eye Demon was called a servant of the Divine Lord, it was still an Old God. The wisdom and cunning of the Old Gods were unmatched; otherwise, they could not bear the responsibility of corrupting planets and even Titan World Souls.
Thus, deep and frenzied whispers echoed throughout the entire tower. The Old God's whispers instructed and guided the Highborne in their cultivation while making them even more fanatical and loyal.
Boss Hu wanted to cultivate an army that would die for him with absolute fervor, and the Old God's mental influence was naturally a crucial part of that.
But the Millennium Eye Demon had an even more important task: it had to resist the corruption of the Titan World Soul by the other Old Gods on Planet Azeroth, those from different factions who served the Void Lords. It also had to indoctrinate Azeroth, this World Soul, with the idea that Boss Hu was a wonderful person and a trustworthy ally.
Azeroth, this Titan World Soul, had tremendous potential. There was no doubt about that. Otherwise, the Titans of the Pantheon would not have valued this place so highly and expended such immense effort and attention, leaving behind so many protective measures and guardian facilities.
And now he was fighting alone against both the Dark Titan Sargeras and the Void Lords, so he urgently needed a steadfast ally to strengthen his faction.
So this little-girl-raising project, Azeroth... ahem, this ally, needed to be nurtured from childhood.
The Bronze Dragons, those guardians of time, were practically on the verge of tears over Boss Hu's various actions.
From the Night Elf Great Wall to the Tower of Slumber, all of it constituted alterations to the established destiny timeline. In the predetermined fate, the Night Elves had never created any of these bizarre things.
Yet they did not dare come forward to stop or interfere, especially after King of Time Nozdormu repeatedly ordered that all timeline changes related to Titan Sarodar were to be treated as if they had never been seen.
If we can't afford to provoke him, can't we at least hide...
If you insist on creating a new timeline, then go ahead and do as you please. On one side was the responsibility bestowed by the Pantheon, and on the other was the unauthorized alteration by a member of the Pantheon. It was an utterly agonizing dilemma, so they would just bury their heads in the sand.
The Night Elves neither cared about nor concerned themselves with the thoughts of the Dragon Aspects. At the moment, they were vigorously carrying out massive construction projects.
At the same time, they received news from their exiled kin across the ocean.
The news was brought by a Highborne... no, rather, a High Elf adventurer.
He sailed his own ship back to the Kalimdor Continent from afar, mapping out a safe sea route along the way, especially a route that could avoid the pull of the Maelstrom at the center of the Endless Sea.
Dath'Remar and his Sunstrider family, who had chosen self-exile, endured countless hardships before finally setting foot on the Eastern Kingdoms.
These elven exiles pressed onward with difficulty, searching for a new homeland on that unknown continent.
At last, on the northeastern coast of the continent, they discovered a vast forest with a pleasant environment and warm climate. They settled there and named the forest Eversong Woods.
The High Elves began a new life in Eversong Woods and established their own magical kingdom: Quel'Thalas.
Dath'Remar Sunstrider continued to lead the High Elves. Using a vial of water from the Well of Eternity that he had carried with him, he transformed a lake on an island off the northern coast of Quel'Thalas into a miniature Well of Eternity.
The High Elves called it the Sunwell. It would become their new source of power and their eternal holy land.
Because the High Elves had not received the blessing of the World Tree, they would age, grow ill, and die. The passage of time had also altered their skin color, changing it from the pale purple of the Night Elves to white.
Yet because they were still elves, they could never escape elven ways of thinking and tradition.
The High Elves also chose to withdraw from worldly affairs. Even their expansion amounted only to small-scale extensions of their territory.
The Night Elves had chosen to plant endless forests as barriers, while the Night Elf Great Wall whose foundations were now being laid was an even greater embodiment of the elves' isolationist attitude.
The High Elves, meanwhile, erected the towering Wall of Quel'Thalas to isolate themselves from the outside world. They also placed numerous energy runestones, together forming a magical barrier that covered their entire territory.
After bringing the Night Elves news of their former brethren, this High Elf adventurer went on to the Tower of Slumber and Suramar for devout worship.
Finally, he embarked on his return journey once more. Aboard his own ship and carrying supplies provided by the Night Elves, he vanished into the vast Endless Sea.
From that point onward, the Night Elves never again received any news from the High Elves of Quel'Thalas.
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