Sunwell and Mana Addiction

Standing in the broad circular hall and studying the golden well water before him, Hu Feng could clearly sense the immense energy radiating from it.

The Sunwell, the High Elves' source of magic, their new holy ground.

This new well of magic had originated from a bottle of water from The Well of Eternity. On the eve of The Great Sundering, Illidan had not been the only one to secretly take away several bottles of well water; Dath'Remar had done the same.

Dath'Remar had merely been more cautious, smuggling out only one bottle. As for that wild young man Illidan, who knew how many bottles of well water he had packed away.

Now that he was locked in prison, Illidan stubbornly insisted that the bottle on Mount Hyjal had been the last one. Tyrande and Maiev could do little about him.

"Dath'Remar, using the Sunwell this way will cause mana addiction. After all, it is not the original Well of Eternity. At best, the current Sunwell is an incomplete imitation, riddled with flaws and drawbacks."

Dath'Remar gave a bitter laugh and nodded.

"I understand. Some symptoms of mana addiction have already begun to appear, but we have no other choice. This is our only current means of obtaining mana, unless..."

At this point, Dath'Remar looked hopefully at the Titan Divine Lord. Hu Feng immediately understood what he meant, then shook his head.

"You want me to transform the Sunwell into a leyline connection system linked directly to my divine kingdom planet, like the Nightwell? It is not that I do not want to; it is that I cannot. Suramar's leyline network is completely fused and connected with my divine kingdom. You can think of it as an independent space... So unless Silvermoon City is raised into the sky in its entirety, just as Suramar was, the land of Quel'Thalas will undergo widespread Arcane crystallization. In the end, not a blade of grass will grow, and every plant and building will become an Arcane crystal."

Dath'Remar sighed and nodded.

The Titan Divine Lord would not remain in Quel'Thalas permanently, and raising all of Silvermoon City into the sky was even less realistic. Its situation was entirely different from Suramar's: Silvermoon City was Quel'Thalas's central capital, while Suramar had been a satellite city revolving around the World Tree.

"Still..." Hu Feng pondered for a moment before speaking again. "Unless the High Elves return to the Kalimdor Continent, all I can do now is lessen the effects of mana addiction. I can suppress this negative effect, but I cannot eradicate it. Just like the mana addiction caused by The Well of Eternity, there is no way to eliminate it unless the Sunwell is destroyed and the leyline network rebuilt."

Dath'Remar was somewhat disappointed, but he quickly composed himself.

They could not eradicate mana addiction, but they could at least mitigate and suppress it. That was already a qualitative improvement.

Over the following days, Boss Hu modified the Sunwell while awaiting the arrival of the main human army.

The Nightborne under his command had it far worse. The old fogeys of Silvermoon City scrambled to snatch them away as though they were rare animals.

The Nightborne's all-encompassing Arcane symbiotic form drove those elderly High Elf scholars mad. These former Queen's court mages possessed a terrifying thirst for exploring and understanding the unknown. If the Titan Divine Lord had not strictly forbidden it, those old men would probably have wanted to seize a few Nightborne and dissect them for study.

During his free time, Hu Feng had grown thoroughly sick of Dath'Remar's habit of holding a small banquet every three days and a grand one every five.

Though the High Elves' skin had turned pale and their eyes green, their extravagant Highborne style had not changed in the slightest. They all loved hosting banquets and indulging themselves.

Still, such banquets were not entirely without gains. At the very least, Boss Hu had made a new friend at one of them.

Alleria Windrunner.

This young High Elf ranger had only recently assumed the post of Ranger-General. Tasked with guarding and patrolling Eversong Woods, her Ranger Corps closely resembled Tyrande's lunar Sentinels among the Night Elves and served the same functions.

The Windrunner family was an ancient matriarchal lineage with an exceptionally unusual way of doing things.

Back then, they had been the only Sentinel unit willing to associate with the Highborne, and they had held no disdain for Arcane magic.

The Highborne soon accepted the Windrunner family, while the other Sentinel units gradually drifted away from the Windrunners.

Later, the Windrunner Rangers followed the court Mage group into Capital Eldorei. Wielding Arcane energy and enchanted weapons, they took on the duties of guards and scouts for the court mages.

When the court mages chose self-exile, the Windrunner family left alongside them.

Over time, the Windrunner family had become another major power in Quel'Thalas. They shared authority with the High Elf mages and had guarded their new homeland for generations.

Of course, this so-called division of power was merely a term describing High Elf society. They still obeyed the commands of Sun King Dath'Remar.

Alleria was equally impatient with tedious banquets, but compelled by the Sun King's orders, the female ranger could only remove her light armor, put on a long dress, and attend this meaningless gathering of idle chatter.

Then she met the immensely famous Titan Divine Lord Sarodar.

Every High Elf knew exactly how the Divine Lord had descended and led the Highborne in defeating the dark evil god Sargeras. It was the first compulsory lesson in their history education.

Boss Hu was equally interested in this female ranger.

After growing accustomed to Night Elf beauties, encountering a High Elf beauty with such a vastly different style was quite an exotic experience.

Wait... when did I become such an elf fanatic? Back in Stromgarde, I did not have thoughts like this when facing human beauties...

Hmm... perhaps it is because humans are still in such a primitive, youthful stage. Their women do not know how to dress themselves up yet.

Looking at those broad-backed, thick-waisted, robust lumberjack aunties, whose arms and legs were nearly twice as thick as his, he knew better than to provoke them. Nope, nope. What if one of them sat on me and broke my bones...

As for this harem issue... Boss Hu felt there was no need to be so hypocritical.

At heart, he was simply an ordinary, worldly man wearing the skin of a god. He had all sorts of desires and longings within him, completely unlike those Pantheon gods of absolute order who devoted themselves wholly to justice.

So why, after gaining power, should he suddenly become a saint, some so-called higher being completely detached from who he had originally been?

As a human at heart, it was only natural for him to like beautiful women. Boss Hu did not think he had done anything wrong.

Besides, since he bore the identity of a Titan, he possessed privileges. If he did not make proper use of them, then he would be the real bastard and hypocrite.

So all that damned divine dignity could go eat shit!

He was himself. He would act as he pleased and follow his preferences. That was his true self.

Maybe he was still a bit of a loser, but now he was an invincible loser.

Once your power was enough to crush everyone, you were right—always right.

Mm... Having successfully convinced himself, Boss Hu felt thoroughly delighted.

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