The Titan Divine Lord's personal arrival left the High Elves with no more doubts.
That made sense... If the Divine Lord Sarodar had never left the World of Azeroth and had continued ruling the holy city of Suramar, then their Highborne brethren naturally would not have abandoned the glory of magic or been swept along by the Druids' mainstream.
Once they understood this, the atmosphere at the banquet immediately became lively.
The Highborne and High Elves had originally shared the same roots. After all, the High Elves' predecessors were the Highborne whom Dath'Remar had led from Queen Azshara's court, where they had served in the royal mage group.
Moreover, before the Divine Lord Sarodar descended, Dath'Remar and the Sunstrider family had been Suramar's rulers.
Thus, there were no cultural or ideological differences between them. Having willingly gone into exile, they had now met brethren from their homeland of Suramar once again, and naturally had endless things to talk about.
On the raised platform at the center of the banquet hall, Emperor Thoradin was so delighted that he could barely contain himself.
He had never expected that merely allying with Quel'Thalas's High Elves would draw out those ten-thousand-year shut-in Night Elves, along with the incarnation of a Titan's will!
Emperor Thoradin had studied that earth-shaking, epic battle known as the War of the Ancients countless times through ancient records and manuscripts.
As the ruler of the Human Empire, he was immensely proud, but when facing a living incarnation of a Titan, he still knew his place.
At the same time, Thoradin had gained a deeper understanding of Quel'Thalas's High Elves.
He had originally believed that they were merely exiles from the Night Elf race, unloved and uncared for. But now, it seemed that this Titan Divine Lord had not abandoned them. Though they were separated by two continents, there was still an attitude of shared ancestry—of the mother country standing up for its little brother.
The relationship involved was quite thought-provoking.
If Quel'Thalas expressed gratitude and welcome for this, it would indirectly acknowledge both its own position and the Night Elves' status as the mother country.
After all, this Troll War had reconnected the two sides, and the High Elves were the ones receiving aid.
They believed in the same Divine Lord, wielded the same power, and came from the same city. If the holy city of Suramar or the Titan Divine Lord gave them orders in the future, would the High Elves obey or refuse?
But that was the elves' own family matter, and Emperor Thoradin had no interest in meddling. At that moment, he was respectfully offering a toast to the Titan Divine Lord.
This Titan was quite approachable, without the slightest arrogance of a Pantheon Creator. He accepted every toast without refusal, drinking cup after cup with remarkable ease.
Then he should make a greater effort to build relations with the Titan Divine Lord. If he were willing to teach a human apprentice magic, the Arathor Empire would gain an Archmage no less capable than any elf.
Even if the Titan Divine Lord would not teach them himself, the Highborne of Suramar could do it!
Those Highborne possessed Suramar, a vast treasure trove of inheritance accumulated over countless years, and had mastered all kinds of spells passed down from the era of The Well of Eternity. Such knowledge had already been completely lost and severed from the outside world.
Even Quel'Thalas's High Elves were intensely envious of this.
At that moment, Hu Feng temporarily ended his conversation with Emperor Thoradin. He cleared his throat atop the platform, and everyone in the banquet hall immediately fell silent, waiting for Boss Hu to speak.
"Today, the Highborne are immensely pleased to reunite with our former brethren... Since the High Elves left the Kalimdor Continent, the Eye of Truth has continued watching over you. Your perseverance in seeking a new homeland, as well as the prosperity you have now created, fills me with admiration. Your courage deserves recognition. You have created a glorious miracle of life."
Boss Hu had long become adept at such official rhetoric, having been thoroughly seasoned by prime-time news broadcasts. He could roll it out one set after another.
But the High Elves were different. Listening to Boss Hu's speech, they were overwhelmed with emotion. Most immediately erupted into cheers, while some of the more emotional ones even burst into tears.
He raised a hand and pressed it down, calming the elves before continuing his heartwarming campaign.
"Therefore, I have seen your current plight, as well as the slaughter and disaster the trolls have brought upon you... That is why I have come. Our brethren of the Council of Truth will also cross the Endless Sea to help you, fellow believers of the Eye of Truth."
At this point, Hu Feng paused briefly and smiled at the High Elves below, who looked as though they had been injected with stimulants.
"Of course, I have also seen the potential of humanity, a tenacious and powerful race, as well as their desire for magic... Therefore, I order all elves to begin selecting human mage apprentices tomorrow morning."
Upon hearing this, the humans present also broke into cheers. The Arathor Empire's desire to learn magic had long become exceedingly urgent.
"When the time is right, we will launch a full assault on those savage Amani Trolls. Our allied army will raze their cities, kill every last one of them, and wipe them from this continent forever!"
Then Boss Hu raised the divine artifact staff in his hand. The Eye of Truth at its tip immediately fired a beam of light straight into the sky.
The roof of the banquet hall began to collapse, slowly splitting into countless fragments before being reduced to fine dust within the storm of Arcane energy.
Yet no one cared about Boss Hu destroying the palace anymore. Everyone stared blankly into the sky. Emperor Thoradin was especially stunned, his mouth hanging open as though he wanted to say something but could not utter a word.
In the sky, the raging arcane storm formed an enormous and immensely complex unknown magic array. It stood high overhead, its runic patterns flashing rapidly.
And then...
With a sharp whoosh, an incomparably massive floating city, stretching beyond the limits of sight, instantly appeared above Stromgarde.
A hemispherical violet arcane radiance enveloped the city, while countless sharp, towering mage towers within it gleamed with all manner of light.
The holy city of magic, Suramar, had crossed vast space and teleported here.
At that moment, beams of energy shot down from the floating city toward the floor of the now completely roofless banquet hall.
As the energy dispersed, a large group of Highborne appeared in place. At their head, Archmage Elisande gave Boss Hu a charming smile before offering him a bow.
Emperor Thoradin was now too shocked to speak, his heart burning with excitement.
This was an ancient race—the Night Elves, beloved children of the gods!
This was the power of magic!
He felt the enormous gap between humans and elves, but the Emperor quickly calmed himself.
Humans would soon possess such power as well, and the God of Magic would favor humanity!
But Boss Hu's body was also trembling slightly at that moment.
Using himself as a teleportation beacon, the magical synchronization required to move the enormous Suramar City was an astronomical figure.
Even for a Titan avatar like Hu Feng, after completing all this, it felt as though this avatar had been completely drained. He should use such flashy stunts less often in the future, at least until he hatched.
He was still a newborn world-soul embryo. There was not much surplus in the family coffers!
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