Hu Feng got back to his feet and patted Meli on the shoulder, his face betraying neither joy nor anger.
"Meli, listen to me..." Hu Feng pondered for a moment.
"I permit you to continue studying Fel Energy and demonic magic, especially demonology. As long as you do not actively summon demons, I will not stop you from mastering such knowledge. You only need to understand demons inside and out... Also, never lose your true nature. Do not forget who you once were or what convictions you held. Do not let power corrupt you."
Meli Winterwind was stunned for a long while. Recalling his mentor's strange behavior just now, he seemed to understand something.
My future... seems destined to be incredibly treacherous.
"I understand, Mentor. Power will never sway my will, and my will shall forever command the power I need. I swear it."
Meli did not ask further questions. He neither wanted nor dared to ask too much.
The more one knew of certain things, the greater the calamity they brought. He was not a Titan; he was merely a mortal, incapable of bearing fate's crushing weight.
Hu Feng nodded, then turned to look at Alleria beside him, his expression somewhat strange.
"And you, Alli... I now feel that, compared to the one destined for you, I am more suitable for you myself. Damn Void Elves... As if there were not already enough elven branches... That Holy Light stuff really does nothing but harm."
Listening to Titan Sarodar's incomprehensible muttering, Alleria was filled with confusion.
"What are you muttering about over there?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. Do not press me. It would not be convenient for me to say more anyway. I need to go back and calm down first, sort all this out properly... This is bullshit... fucking bullshit... And Holy Light-infused Orcs... holy shit..."
Still muttering to himself, Boss Hu snapped his fingers and teleported himself back to Windrunner Tower.
Alleria wanted to follow him and continue questioning him, but Meli immediately stopped the female ranger.
"Lady Alleria, do not ask any further. What lies behind this is not something you or I are qualified to know... Mortal races cannot bear fate's crushing weight. The more one knows, the greater the calamity."
Seeing Alleria glare fiercely at him, Meli hurriedly continued explaining.
"If I am not mistaken, Mentor must have foreseen the future just now—each of our futures, perhaps even the fate of the World of Azeroth. This truly is not something we can peer into, so let us stop here."
With that, Meli chuckled softly and turned toward the Arathor Royal Mage Corps' encampment.
"Compared to that, Lady Alleria, I believe you should pay more attention to what Mentor just said—that compared to the partner destined for you, he himself would be more suitable. Hahaha..."
Halfway there, Meli suddenly stopped and turned around. "Oh, my mistake. I should not have called you 'Lady.' Queen Alleria."
A barrage of flaming energy bolts rained down like a storm. He cried out as he raised an ice shield, then blinked dozens of meters away.
"Uh... please calm down. This student shall take his leave."
With that, he blinked again and again without any cooldown, vanishing directly from the female ranger's sight. His kiting was utterly shameless.
Over the following days, Boss Hu remained shut away in his own Central Mage Tower in Sky City Suramar, with no one seeing him. No one knew what he was working on. Only when the main force of the Human and Elven Alliance was ready to advance in full did Hu Feng finally appear.
The human generals and elven commanders discussed the matter for a long time before ultimately choosing the simplest and most brutal approach: a massive frontal assault.
After all, judging by the current disparity in troop numbers, the Human and Elven Alliance held an absolute numerical advantage. And when it came to elite ranged forces such as rangers and mages, they were not inferior in the slightest.
How many Troll Witch Doctors, axe throwers, and spear throwers could there possibly be in all of Zul'Aman City? At that moment, the Troll capital city was like a lone boat on the sea, swaying on the verge of collapse, with no reinforcements to follow.
Oh, and the lack of reinforcements was thanks to the Human Empire.
At that time, the Arathor Empire had not only dispatched its main legions to assist the High Elves in attacking Zul'Aman, but also sent out numerous secondary legions to conduct carpet searches throughout the northern reaches of the Eastern Kingdoms, specifically targeting Troll clans entrenched across the land.
The Withered Trolls of the Arathi Highlands, the Mossflayer Trolls of the Hinterlands, and many other Troll clans could barely protect themselves. They were desperately resisting the Human Empire's massive attacks or fleeing and migrating once again, utterly unable to support the Amani Trolls in the Eversong Woods region.
Of course, Emperor Thoradin's actions were not solely for the sake of helping the elves. He was also taking this opportunity to further expand the Arathor Empire's territory.
Once the Troll Wars ended, the Arathor Empire would become the strongest and most expansive empire in the Eastern Kingdoms.
Emperor of a Thousand Ages, unifier of the races—Emperor Thoradin was the first and last human leader to achieve such a feat. After Stromgarde, there would never be another like him.
Quel'Thalas, southern Eversong Woods, Windrunner Tower.
At that moment, an incomparably massive allied army was slowly setting out. The banners of Stromgarde and the High Elves covered the sky.
The human soldiers wore white armor, while the elves were uniformly dressed in robes, aside from a small number of Spellbreakers clad in ornate armor and wielding double-headed blades.
In the sky, Human Griffin Riders and High Elf Dragonhawk Riders flew past in great flocks, their cries echoing through the air.
Griffin Riders were a new unit only recently developed by the humans. At present, they had only managed to tame a small number of wild griffins and had yet to form them into a large-scale force. That would have to wait until the dwarves offered their help in the future.
As for the High Elves' Dragonhawk Riders, they were adapted from the Night Elves' Hippogryph Riders. The Eastern Kingdoms had no hippogryphs, but the Eversong Woods region had wild dragonhawks. These beasts possessed an exceptional affinity for Arcane magic, so the High Elves tamed them and used them as war mounts.
When it came to ground cavalry, however, the High Elves had little worth showing off.
Compared to the humans' majestic warhorses, the High Elves' plump chocobos looked utterly ridiculous.
Chocobos were gentle by nature, extremely timid, and easily startled. They were fine as everyday riding mounts or transportation for mages, but making them launch a frontal charge was out of the question. Those fat birds would refuse no matter what.
The Human cavalry could only stare at the High Elves in disbelief.
Riding birds?
What were those long-eared people thinking?
Ooo... Ooo...
The long, low sound of horns echoed through the three armies. On a wagon platform at the center of the formation, General Lothar leaned on his sword, his gaze utterly resolute. Behind him, the raised platform was drenched in blood.
It was a towering mound built from the troll heads they had taken earlier.
The humans of this era still retained many relatively barbaric customs, many of which had been passed down from their Vrykul ancestors of Northrend.
"Advance! Raze Zul'Aman and slaughter every last one of those trolls!"
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