Alliance and Conditions

The Night Elves were also fully aware of what was happening on the Eastern Kingdoms continent.

Ever since that High Elf adventurer left years ago, Boss Hu had ordered elite ranger scouts to be dispatched regularly. Carrying Scroll of Teleportations (one-time Hearthstones), they would cross the ocean to the Eastern Kingdoms continent, scattering themselves to act as eyes and ears and gather important news.

While the Night Elves across the ocean were also very interested in the powerful rise of the Arathor Human Empire, that was as far as their interest went.

The victory in the War of the Ancients, the favor of the God of Magic, and the eternal blessings of the Dragon Aspects had given the Night Elves a sense of superiority.

Regarding mortal races, especially young, newly emerged races like humans, they, like the High Elves, did not consider them a threat deep down.

However, something that happened afterward prompted the Night Elves to decide to intervene, officially ending their reclusive lives.

Those voluntary exiles, their former kin who called themselves High Elves, their kingdom of Quel'Thalas was currently under a full-scale assault by the Amani Trolls.

Originally, the four leaders of the Night Elf Council had held a meeting and decided to continue watching from the sidelines and not get involved in the troubles on the continent across the sea.

"Dath'Remar's High Elves can live or die as they please; it has nothing to do with us."

Then, as expected, Divine Lord Sarodar stepped forward to express his opinion: "Go, why wouldn't we go! We've been holed up for so long, it's time to get some exercise!"

"Besides, the High Elves are our kin, after all. Even if they were exiled forever, that wouldn't change. Are you not ashamed to abandon them to their fate now?"

Alright, since Divine Lord had spoken, there was nothing more to discuss. They would obediently follow orders.

The Night Elves made their decision and began their unhurried preparations. Meanwhile, on the Eastern Kingdoms continent, the fires of war were already raging.

The Amani Trolls had surged from the depths of the forests, attacking High Elf towns and facilities everywhere. And wherever they went, they left no survivors, killing everyone.

Even more terrifying was that some trolls had not abandoned their habit of consuming enemy corpses. They devoured elf hearts with gusto, firmly believing that doing so would grant them greater power and the favor of the gods.

Well, the gods the trolls worshipped were a group of animal gods that didn't exist in this world, yet they were indeed real.

Some animal gods were inherently brutal, while others were relatively gentle, depending on which troll clan worshipped which deity.

For example, the Blood God Hakkar, worshipped by the Hakkarai Trolls, was an utterly brutal and merciless animal god from another dimension.

Strictly speaking, the power of these animal gods was higher than Azeroth's Wild Demigods, but far lower than the Pantheon's Titans, their status always being in-between.

However, the High Elves weren't concerned with these matters at the moment. They were extremely enraged by the atrocities of the Amani Trolls. Dath'Remar led the elven forces in a full-scale counterattack against them. The southern region of Eversong Woods had now become the site of a fierce tug-of-war.

The battle was at a stalemate for a time, and coupled with the fact that the elves were outnumbered and the trolls' witch doctors wielded incredibly bizarre and fierce voodoo, the overall situation began to tilt unfavorably, with the High Elves starting to lose frontline positions.

At this point, the Human Empire extended a helping hand to the High Elves.

Emperor Thoradin expressed his willingness to send troops to aid Quel'Thalas, and not just any troops, but their most elite legions, to launch a full-scale attack, not just a show of force.

However, the Emperor had only one condition: the High Elves must teach humans magic.

As long as they agreed, the Arathor Empire's vast army would march immediately, and they would be working for free, asking for no compensation.

The High Elves had somewhat anticipated Emperor Thoradin's request, as humans had always harbored this one desire, never changing.

The High Elves eventually agreed to Emperor Thoradin's terms, in exchange for much-needed reinforcements.

Soon, the first batch of one hundred High Elf mages set off for Stromgarde in the Arathi Highlands. There, they would discover and teach talented human children, taking them on as their magic apprentices and then training them to become qualified mages.

Humans had short lifespans and no prior magical cultural heritage, so teaching them the power of magic would not pose a significant threat to the elves.

Moreover, Quel'Thalas had a contingency plan: they intended to teach humans only basic combat spells, enough to serve as battle mages on the front lines. As for anything more profound, the High Elves had naturally crossed it out of their textbooks.

More than half of the spells they currently mastered were watered-down versions from the Well of Eternity era, with the rest being new spells they had developed through their own research.

These spells were fast to cast and easy to learn, but their power was inferior to the complete versions from the Well of Eternity era.

This was partly due to the different times and partly due to the lack of the previous luxurious conditions.

What they prepared to teach humans was a watered-down version of the watered-down version, the extent of the reduction being as vast as the difference between a beggar's version and a top-tier version.

But the truth was that the High Elves had not only misjudged, believing humans lacked talent for magic, but humans would later prove themselves. They not only possessed magical talents completely different from the elves but were also extremely innovative.

The scene shifts back to the present. The human-elven war alliance was thus formed. The first batch of Arathor Empire legions was ready to depart and would soon march into Quel'Thalas under the command of the Imperial General Lothar, to support the High Elves who were fighting a bloody battle against the trolls there.

General Lothar was a beloved general whom Emperor Thoradin trusted immensely. The Emperor had even bestowed upon him the glorious surname: Menethil.

The fact that he was in command of this entire war demonstrated the Arathor Empire's seriousness.

The capital of the Arathor Empire, Stromgarde.

The one hundred High Elf mages were given a grand welcome. Emperor Thoradin himself attended this grand banquet.

And at the banquet, the High Elves were astonished to see another group of outsiders: Night Elves.

Oh, to be precise, it was one hundred Highborne, and to be even more precise, it was fifty Highborne and fifty Nightborne.

This greatly confused the High Elves. They knew their kin very well and understood their nature. How had they become so meddlesome now?

Furthermore, they had assumed that the Highborne populace, under the influence of mainstream ideology, had declined and turned to the embrace of the Druids. But looking at these fifty Nightborne now, they had clearly undergone complete Arcane modification and transformed into energy symbionts. This was something that Quel'Thalas dared not even imagine, existing only in experimental plans within the laboratories of various Archmages.

However, they soon found the answer.

On the high platform in the center of the banquet hall stood a young human wearing a black robe, with a massive rune disk floating behind him. Beside him floated a magnificent staff, two meters long, topped with a huge rune crystal, with four smaller crystals rotating around it, emitting exceptionally large energy fluctuations.

He was currently conversing cordially with Emperor Thoradin. The usually proud Thoradin appeared exceptionally respectful, like a subject speaking with an emperor, wearing a fawning smile.

Oh, that made sense... that made perfect sense.

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