Cruel Training and Whether to Be a Sect Master

Time flowed by, and Meryl Winterwind did not disappoint Boss Hu and his human kin. He displayed unparalleled learning talent, so much so that even Archmage Elisande admitted that few elves possessed such talent and diligence in an apprentice.

Boss Hu's teachings were comprehensive and brutal. Meryl was either drowned in various magic theories daily or ventured into the wilderness alone to hunt down various beasts, kobolds, and murlocs.

With a tattered staff in hand and a pile of heads from various strange creatures floating behind him, Meryl, covered in wounds, staggered back to Stromgarde. The sight had become commonplace for everyone.

Even the elves privately marveled at the Divine Lord's peculiar educational methods. However, they had to admit that this simple, crude approach was the most effective and rapid.

Meryl had transformed from a nervous and shy boy into a mature, wise, and decisive young man capable of handling matters independently.

Meryl's respect for his Titan mentor grew with each passing day. Although Boss Hu's training was arduous and often resulted in injuries, Meryl understood it was his mentor's unique method. He could feel his strength growing by leaps and bounds.

In Boss Hu's words, "Only those who endure the bitter can achieve greatness," a sentiment deeply rooted in the spirit of the Celestial Empire's people.

During their rest periods, Boss Hu shed his divine demeanor and treated Meryl like a peer, even encouraging the innocent young man to accompany him to some of Stromgarde's less reputable establishments. This led to Elisande catching them red-handed, and before any mischief could occur, they were apprehended and taken back.

"What are you doing! Can't I even take him out to relax?"

"Your way of relaxing is wrong. You are a Titan, a god! Don't always forget that!" Elisande retorted immediately.

Having spent so much time with the Titan, the Archmage had figured out Boss Hu's tendencies and began to steer him towards the role of a chief steward and a bed warmer.

Regarding the Divine Lord's intention to take Meryl to a brothel, Elisande declared her firm resolve to defend the Titan's dignity and prevent her incredibly troublesome lover from doing anything unfitting his status.

Meryl, on the other hand, looked embarrassed, bowing his head to admit his mistake like a good child, and deeply suppressed his own equally keen interest.

What a shame... what a shame. As a single dog, I haven't even touched a woman yet.

Meryl held a great deal of fear for Elisande, his incredibly stern and proper adoptive mother. He only felt respect and admiration for his Titan mentor, especially since Boss Hu was usually so approachable.

Returning to the main topic, Boss Hu himself continued his training during this period. Apart from the Void and Fel origins that coexisted with divine power, these two energies had become almost instinctual abilities. In his current state as a Titan World Soul, his power, like divine power, could not be trained much further.

As for his divine power essence avatar, he diligently improved his mastery of flame, frost, and arcane magic. His divine power-formed body was like a cheat code, coupled with the Titan's seemingly endless spiritual power, allowing him to simultaneously advance in three different power systems without any pressure.

However, what piqued Hu Feng's curiosity was his discovery of an ability derived from Fel: Demonic energy.

By controlling this Demonic energy, he could summon various demons from the twisted Void who had signed contracts and were completely obedient to him.

Furthermore, upon further exploration, Hu Feng was astonished to discover that this power was also adept at manipulating souls. If he wished, he could forcibly implant a soul into a corpse at any time, creating an undead being powered by Demonic energy, neither alive nor dead.

Boss Hu felt this ability was taboo and a disrespect to life. Therefore, after fully understanding it, he never used it, at least not yet. No enemy had warranted such a cruel, eternal punishment.

Everything was developing in a tense and orderly fashion.

Soon, the first batch of one hundred human mages successfully graduated. They had initially mastered the spells required for warfare and were capable of supporting the army on the battlefield.

However, forming their own unique magical systems was still a distant goal. This required the mages to settle down and study, not just master purely destructive spells.

Currently, half of this first batch of mages were fire mages, skilled in casting spells like Fireball and Hellfire.

Over twenty were frost mages, adept at both defense and offense, who favored using Blizzard for mass destruction, and over twenty were arcane mages, specializing in single-target attacks and concentrating arcane energy for concentrated assaults.

This group of human mages would form the Arathor Royal War Mage Corps, led by Meryl Winterwind. They were about to depart with the vast main army of the Arathor Empire, heading north to Quel'Thalas to support the elves' war.

War was always the best opportunity to test one's strength and achieve breakthroughs. For human mages to advance further, they first had to endure the brutal trials of battle.

Boss Hu, meanwhile, had already traveled ahead via the great city of Suramar to Quel'Thalas's capital, Silvermoon City. After all, this Titan didn't need to follow the army and lived a life of unparalleled freedom. At this moment, he was being grandly entertained by Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

Although the war with the Amani Trolls had been ongoing for a long time, Silvermoon City seemed completely unaffected, with an atmosphere of peace and serenity still pervading this beautiful coastal city.

The entire Quel'Thalas region had been transformed by magic, with a constant, mild climate akin to spring, and the golden leaves of Eversong Woods adorned the entire kingdom.

Mage towers and magical lecture halls were visible everywhere, making this a thoroughly magical realm.

"To see the Divine Lord again in this land is the happiest I've been since the victory in the War of the Ancients... Ah, and the beautiful Suramar, I thought I would never see this great city again in my lifetime."

Dath'Remar said emotionally, gazing up at Suramar City floating above Silvermoon City.

Within Silvermoon City, a joyous celebration was already underway. High Elves were everywhere, introducing their city to the Highborne or queuing up to be teleported to Suramar City to visit their homeland.

Hu Feng nodded in response, "I've come this time to help you deal with those troublesome trolls. Even though you chose self-exile back then, you will always be a part of the Night Elves. That is an undeniable fact."

Dath'Remar immediately nodded vigorously, then wore a nostalgic expression.

"Night Elves... what a familiar yet distant title. How long has it been since we Sunstriders and the court mages have called ourselves Night Elves..."

Dath'Remar understood the underlying meaning in the Titan Divine Lord's words.

Always a part of the Night Elves clearly indicated his stance.

Although the High Elves had established their kingdom, they were still considered part of the Night Elves, and the Night Elves remained their suzerain. Therefore, there was no point in denying or separating from this fact; this was the Titan Divine Lord's attitude.

Dath'Remar had no objections to this. After all, he was one of the elders who had participated in the War of the Ancients and still felt immense nostalgia and recognition for everything on the continent of Kalimdor.

So, suzerain or not, he saw no issue with the Night Elves' stance.

I come from the continent of Kalimdor, and I am a member of the Night Elves.

This was Dath'Remar's current thought, but his future descendants might not feel the same.

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