Heartwarming and Leap

The personal appearance of the Titan Divine Lord left the High Elves with no further doubts.

It made perfect sense... If the Divine Lord Sarodar hadn't left the world of Azeroth and had instead continued to rule the holy city of Suramar, then their Highborne kin would naturally not have lost the glory of magic, nor would they have been influenced by the surge of Druidism.

Once this thought clicked into place, the atmosphere at the banquet instantly became fervent.

The Highborne and High Elves were originally of the same lineage. After all, the High Elves were the predecessors of the Highborne who were brought by Dath'Remar to Queen Azshara's court to serve as the court mage corps.

Furthermore, before the arrival of the Divine Lord Sarodar, Dath'Remar and his Sunstrider family were the rulers of Suramar.

Therefore, there were no cultural or ideological differences between the two groups. Since their voluntary exile, seeing their kin from their homeland of Suramar again naturally provided endless topics of conversation.

On the high platform in the center of the banquet hall, Emperor Thoradin was overjoyed beyond measure.

He had never imagined that simply allying with the High Elves of Quel'Thalas would draw out the Night Elves, those reclusive homebodies of millennia, and even an avatar of a Titan's will!

Emperor Thoradin had already studied the epic and earth-shattering War of the Ancients countless times through various ancient texts and notes.

As the ruler of the Human Empire, though he was immensely proud, he was also quite self-aware when facing a living avatar of a Titan Divine Lord.

At the same time, Thoradin also gained a deeper understanding of the High Elves of Quel'Thalas.

He had initially thought they were merely exiles from the Night Elf populace, in a state of being neither favored nor disfavored, but now it seemed this Titan Divine Lord had not abandoned them. Even though they were on different continents, there was still a sense of shared origin, with the suzerain nation showing a willingness to stand up for its junior kin.

The relationship between them was quite intriguing.

If Quel'Thalas expressed gratitude and welcome for this, it would indirectly acknowledge their status and the identity of the Night Elves as the suzerain nation.

After all, this Troll War had re-established contact between the two parties, with the High Elves being the recipients of aid.

They believed in the same Divine Lord, used the same kind of power, and originated from the same city. If, in the future, the holy city of Suramar or the Titan Divine Lord were to give them orders, would the High Elves obey or refuse?

However, this was an internal family matter for the elves, and Emperor Thoradin had no interest in meddling. At this moment, he was respectfully toasting the Titan Divine Lord.

This Titan's personality was quite approachable; he showed no airs of being a Creator from the Pantheon and readily accepted every toast, drinking cup after cup, in a most sociable manner.

Then, he would put in more effort to foster a closer relationship with the Titan Divine Lord. If the Divine Lord were willing to teach a human apprentice the ways of magic, then the Arathor Empire would have an Archmage no less capable than any elf.

Even if the Titan Divine Lord didn't teach them, having the Highborne of Suramar do so would be sufficient!

Those Highborne, with Suramar, a treasure trove of countless years of heritage, in their possession, wielded various spells passed down from the era of the Well of Eternity. This knowledge was considered completely lost and fragmented in the outside world.

Even the High Elves of Quel'Thalas were incredibly envious and covetous of this.

At this moment, Hu Feng temporarily concluded his conversation with Emperor Thoradin. He stood on the high platform and cleared his throat. The attendees in the banquet hall immediately fell silent, awaiting Boss Hu's speech.

"Today, the Highborne are overjoyed to reunite with our former kin... Since the High Elves left the continent of Kalimdor, the Eye of Truth has continuously watched over you. Your resilience in seeking a new homeland and the prosperity you have now created fills me with immense admiration. Your courage is worthy of commendation, and you have created a glorious miracle of life."

Hu Feng, having been thoroughly influenced by the "Prosperous Era Broadcast," could effortlessly deliver such official rhetoric. It was like a sow wearing a bra: one set after another.

However, it was different for the High Elves. As they listened to Boss Hu's speech, their emotions ran high. Most immediately cheered, and some, overcome with emotion, even shed tears.

Hu Feng raised his hand to signal for them to calm down, and then continued his heartwarming address.

"Therefore, I have seen your current predicament, and I have also seen the slaughter and disaster brought upon you by the Trolls... That is why I have come. The brethren of the Council of Truth will also cross the endless sea to aid you, fellow believers of the Eye of Truth."

At this point, Hu Feng paused briefly, smiling at the High Elves below, who were now as if injected with adrenaline.

"Of course, I have also seen the potential of the Human race, their resilience and strength, and their yearning for magic... Therefore, I command all elves, starting tomorrow morning, to begin the selection of human mage apprentices."

Upon hearing this, the humans present also cheered. The Arathor Empire's desire to learn magic had long been incredibly urgent.

"When the time is ripe, we will launch a full-scale offensive against those savage Amani Trolls. Our allied forces will raze their cities, slaughter every one of them, and wipe them from the continent forever!"

Following this, Boss Hu raised the super artifact staff he held. The Eye of Truth at the top of the staff immediately shot a beam of light straight into the sky.

The roof of the banquet hall began to crumble, slowly splitting into countless fragments, and then vanished into fine dust amidst a storm of Arcane energy.

However, no one paid attention to Boss Hu's destructive act at this moment. Everyone was looking up at the sky, stunned. Emperor Thoradin, in particular, stared blankly, his mouth agape, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

In the sky, a powerful Arcane storm formed a vast and incredibly complex, unknown magical array. The array stood in the high heavens, its runic patterns flashing rapidly.

Then...

An exceptionally massive floating city, stretching as far as the eye could see, instantly appeared above Stromgarde with a "whoosh."

The city was enveloped by a hemispherical purple Arcane glow, and countless sharp, towering mage towers within the city shone with various lights.

The magical holy city of Suramar had traversed immense space and teleported here.

At this moment, beams of energy shot down from the floating city onto the now completely open ground of the banquet hall.

As the energy dissipated, a large group of Highborne appeared in their place. Archmage Elisande, at the forefront, smiled charmingly at Boss Hu and then bowed.

Emperor Thoradin was rendered speechless by astonishment, his heart burning with fervor.

This was the ancient race, the Night Elves, the darlings of the gods!

This was the power of magic!

He felt the vast gap between humans and elves, but the Emperor quickly regained his composure.

Humans would soon possess this power too, and the God of Magic would favor the human race!

However, Boss Hu's body was also trembling slightly at this moment.

Using himself as a teleportation beacon, the magical synchronization required for the massive city of Suramar was an astronomical figure.

Even for a Titan avatar like Hu Feng, completing this act left him feeling as if this avatar had been completely drained. Therefore, such showy behavior should be done less in the future, at least until he hatched.

He was still a World Soul fetus, and his landlord wasn't exactly wealthy!

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