The long-lasting Troll Wars had finally come to an end.
Silvermoon City and Stromgarde, the two capitals, held grand banquets at the same time to celebrate the complete collapse of the Amani Troll clans, their greatest common enemy.
The roads between Quel'Thalas and the Arathor Empire were now completely open, and trade caravans and cultural exchanges no longer faced any difficulties or obstacles.
Delegations from both sides had already begun making contact, and a series of diplomatic and trade policies would soon be introduced to further deepen their cooperation in non-military areas.
The High Elves had finally set aside their arrogance and were willing to cooperate with humanity, this young race, on mutually beneficial terms rather than treating them with the condescending charity of the past.
Silvermoon City, Sunstrider Royal Court.
On a terrace off the banquet hall, Hu Feng and Meryl each held a glass of Moonlight Wine as they leaned against the railing, watching Silvermoon City below, which had become an ocean of celebration.
"Have you made your decision?" Hu Feng asked.
"Yes, teacher, I have. I'll remain in the Arathor Empire, continue searching for the remaining trolls and eliminate them... At the same time, I plan to teach young apprentices and train more mages for the Empire."
After speaking, Meryl nodded firmly, though with a trace of sadness.
Hu Feng chuckled and clinked glasses with Meryl.
"The little brat apprentice from back then can teach disciples now. Time really flies... You're already a powerful Archmage, and you no longer need my guidance. You'll have to walk the road ahead on your own. I believe you'll become a great mage and sage forever remembered by humanity."
Meryl nodded heavily and gave Hu Feng a solemn apprentice's salute.
"I won't disappoint you, teacher."
The two turned and returned to