As the old saying went: Heaven did not let down those who persevered. As long as one kept at it, anything could be done.
The mage scholar delegation the High Elves had sent to study the World Tree had worked tirelessly for a long time, overcoming one difficulty after another and enduring setback after setback. They had tried every possible way to communicate with the World Tree and reintegrate the High Elves into its system.
And now, Heaven had not let down those who persevered—they had finally... failed!
Yes... that was right. Nordrassil and Teldrassil, the two World Trees, were a pair of stubborn old fossils, like rocks in a cesspit: foul and hard. No matter how much anyone talked, they simply would not listen.
Whether the World Trees possessed wills of their own was difficult to say. Most likely, they had no independent consciousness. They were like companion machines of the Night Elves: lacking self-awareness, yet permeated in every way by the Night Elves' collective way of thinking.
They had no independent thoughts, yet instinctively rejected the High Elves. They ignored all attempts at communication and all requests from them, and being readmitted into the sprite reincarnation system was utterly out of the question.
That was a bit much. In this day and age, who still cared about the old mess from ten thousand years ago? Even Queen Azshara, the Light of Lights, could not be bothered to keep calling the High Elves a group of exiles.
Yet the World Trees still refused to accept the High Elves, and no amount of persuasion worked.
So the High Elves officially gave up and recalled their mage scholar delegation.
Since that path was blocked, they would try another way. The Sunwell Lads were flexible thinkers. Since the old World Trees would