Elves and the Well of Eternity

Hu Feng thus began his long, exceedingly lengthy life-observation plan.

Eternal life brought him not only immortality, but also an inescapable, endless sense of loneliness.

At heart, he was still human, and humans had always been social creatures.

Hu Feng now had two things he could do. The first was naturally to observe the vast and varied life on Planet Azeroth. The second was to attempt a second corruption of the two Old Gods parasitizing his planetary egg.

That was right. Deep beneath Planet Sarodar's surface, there were also two Old Gods. They must have been the two supporting reinforcements the Void Lords had deployed during their standoff, in order to deepen their corruption and control over him.

After making his jump and fleeing, Hu Feng immediately used the Void's essence to seal and imprison them in cage-like confinement, lest those two Old Gods possessed some unknown means of remotely communicating with the Void Lords.

His Void essence energy was incomparably pure, even purer than that of the Void Lords. However, since Titan's true form had yet to be born and he remained a Titan World Soul, its power was far inferior to the Void Lords', as was his control over it.

But that incomparable purity was what mattered. Artificial flesh-and-blood creations like the Old Gods were, bluntly put, weapons of war manufactured by the Void Lords. And as long as they were weapons, they could be controlled. That was beyond doubt.

So Hu Feng began trying to invade the minds of the two Old Gods and alter the masters they served, turning them into his own aid. He could also use this as practice to familiarize himself with control over the Void.

One of those Old Gods was the Millennium Eye Demon. Its enormous mass of flesh was densely covered in countless giant eyeballs, while each of its innumerable barbed tentacles was tipped with a wet, glistening eye that blinked adorably... maybe.

The other was the Beast of a Thousand Throats, its body densely covered in countless fanged mouths, with its tentacles no different.

This made Hu Feng wonder whether the Void Lords had some standard template for mass-producing Old Gods, using facial features as a basis and assigning each one a different specialty.

After completing his daily task of secondary corruption and control, Hu Feng spent all his remaining time talking to himself or observing the creatures of Planet Azeroth.

Oh, the reason he talked to himself was because Hu Feng feared forgetting who he was, or snapping into insanity amid the endless monotony. He had no desire to develop some damned autism.

So awakening his self-awareness early was not entirely a good thing. At the very least, loneliness was unavoidable.

Back to the point: the creatures on Planet Azeroth were flourishing, utterly unaware that a pair of eyes was spying on them every day.

Hu Feng had naturally discovered the guardians left behind by the Pantheon, the Dragon Aspects, as well as the Titan facilities scattered across the continent. But he decided to ignore them and avoid making contact.

He knew perfectly well what condition this Titan of his was in. Before he had any real means of self-preservation, it was better not to stir up trouble for no reason.

As for the ordinary native lifeforms, Hu Feng was rather interested in the trolls. Though perhaps that was simply because trolls were one of only two civilized intelligent species...

The trolls had established an incomparably glorious civilization. Their empire spanned the entire continent. The other civilized race was the Mogu Empire; the mogu had likewise founded a powerful yet tyrannical and brutal empire in Pandaria.

The troll and mogu empires, the two most powerful on the continent, endured for countless years.

During that time, the trolls organized massive armies and carried out extermination campaigns against the remaining Aqir in the Ahn'Qiraj region, until not a single living insect could be seen beyond the grand Scarab Wall.

However, Hu Feng truly felt nothing for either race. The mogu, for one thing, were huge and burly, with faces that looked somewhat like a Kirin and somewhat like a lion. Their aesthetics simply did not align.

And the trolls... well, they were naturally over two meters tall, hunched over all day, with huge bare feet, upward-pointing tusks, and all manner of bizarre hairstyles.

Mm... they were certainly wild, but both his sexual orientation and his tastes were straight. He genuinely felt nothing toward female trolls.

At last, the migration of a small troll tribe caught Hu Feng's attention. Judging by their direction, they were heading for the Well of Eternity at the center of the continent, the place where Azeroth's divine blood gathered.

This troll tribe settled by the lake, forming a primitive and crude village settlement around its shores.

As time passed, and after enduring the influence of the Well of Eternity year after year, these trolls underwent a mutation that set them apart from their troll brethren elsewhere on the continent.

They became somewhat shorter, the long tusks in their mouths vanished, and their large feet turned into a pair of feet remarkably similar to those of humans. Their hair also became smooth and supple, especially the waist-length white hair of the females, which was a pleasing sight indeed.

Their features likewise became exquisitely refined. Energy glimmered in their eyes, and even their soft pale-purple skin shimmered with a hazy glow.

Oh, they could no longer be called trolls. This tribe abandoned its former name and began calling themselves Night Elves, no longer acknowledging trolls as their kin.

This was the birthplace of the Night Elves. This was the Well of Eternity.

Their racial culture began to undergo enormous changes. Unlike the trolls' crude and savage voodoo style, Night Elf architecture was countless times more refined and magnificent, somewhat resembling the architecture of ancient Greece on Earth. The elves also loved carving vast quantities of intricate, beautiful patterns into it.

The Night Elves formed a national government, and leading them was a stunningly beautiful Queen known as the Light of Lights, the Moon of Moons, and the Light of Thousand Moons: Queen Azshara.

Her magnificent court was built beside the Well of Eternity, a veritable lakeside villa estate with the finest view and the closest possible environment for sensing the Well of Eternity's magic.

Centered around the Queen's palace, a majestic city was rising from the ground.

The eternal capital of the Night Elves: Eldorei.

Some Night Elves underwent further mutations. They developed cultural traditions distinct from those of their ordinary kin and formed numerous Arcane energy rune tattoos across their bodies.

They mastered the power of the arcane, and the endless magic of the Well of Eternity made them incomparably powerful.

They formed a special elite aristocratic group: the Highborne.

The Highborne primarily served Queen Azshara, acting as the Queen's Court Archmages and forming a terrifying high-end fighting force.

Not far from the Well of Eternity and the capital Eldorei, the Highborne built a comparatively small city for themselves: Suramar.

Suramar was open only to the Highborne. Everyone who lived there was an Archmage of formidable power, avoiding interference from the ordinary Night Elf commoners so they could focus on studying magic and living extravagantly.

The Sunstrider family ruled the entire Highborne population. Their patriarch, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, had long served as Queen Azshara's chief Court Archmage, wielding immense power.

Since he needed to remain in the capital Eldorei for long periods to serve the Queen, the daily affairs of Suramar City were jointly decided by the Sunstrider family council.

Within Suramar's largest library, an ordinary Highborne magical apprentice was serving as a humble librarian while tirelessly exploring this enormous treasury of knowledge.

Her name was Elisande.

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