My Spring Has Come?

The world does not change for one person, nor does the Earth stop spinning for you. Zhakun is destined to become history, and the road ahead remains filled with thorns. Azar has become a glorious civil servant, beginning a life of clocking in every day. How does it feel when you go to work? Is it as calm as drinking plain water? If you meet a beauty on the way to work, wouldn't you be excited? If she enters the same building as you, doesn't your heart beat a little faster? If it's even more of a coincidence and she takes the same elevator to your floor, wouldn't you start fantasizing about something? Azar is currently in this exact situation. He has been following behind a member of the opposite sex with an incredible figure for a long time. To avoid being discovered, he even used Shadowstep. Azar kept telling himself, Alright, it's time to go to work, but his body seemed to disobey his commands. Before he knew it, he had walked into the Tribal Council Hall. He wanted to be glad that he was still rational enough not to follow her any further, but when he looked up, why was the girl here too? Stay calm, kid!

"Aha, Azar, you've come too. Perfect, let me introduce you. This is Azshara, the prize pupil of the High Sorcerer." The Chieftain introduced her to Azar with enthusiasm.

However, he was in a state of half-confusion. He had already been mesmerized by her back, and now that he saw her face, Azar's blood pressure spiked, and a warm current rushed straight to his nostrils. Heavens, the gods are watching! After looking at Troll women for years, he had finally seen a true beauty today. Look at the Troll before him—no! She had basically shed the characteristics of a Troll; she was an Elf! She was Azshara! The future Queen of the Elves, the Light of Lights, the spark that would ignite the War of the Ancients. Countless titles flashed through his mind, but at this moment, Azar was truly stunned. She was beautiful, worthy of being the face of the Night Elf race. As the saying goes, after three years in the army, even a sow looks like a beauty. Watching her beautiful long hair draped casually over her shoulders—so soft and lustrous—he wanted to touch it! The pale purple skin on her face seemed to glow faintly; it looked so tender, he wanted to pinch it! Her large eyes blinked as if they could speak! Ah, he was struck by lightning. Her tall figure was top-tier: a water-serpent waist, golden proportions, long legs, and such curves—he wanted to rush up, pack her up, and carry her home! A pair of crystal earrings hung from her delicate earlobes, sparkling; not only could they blind one's eyes, but they also highlighted her ethereal temperament. Dear Power of Order, the time has come to test you. Can you control his lust? Can you suppress his wildly secreting male hormones? Hurry, hurry, hurry, Azar needs you. The Power of Order seemed to hear Azar's call, and a clear stream instantly coursed through his entire body, giving him a moment of clarity.

"I have long admired your name. It is an honor to meet you, beautiful Miss Azshara." Hey, hey, hey, Azar! Be a gentleman! Don't look like a lecher.

"Thank you for the compliment, First Champion of the tribe. You are the one who is a household name in the tribe, while I, to be honest, rarely appear. How did you know of me?" She answered very politely, but the follow-up question sounded a bit mischievous. Azar saw a flash of cunning in her eyes. So playful? Instantly, Azar started letting his imagination run wild again. Is she flirting with me? I can't take it, nosebleed, go back!

"Uh..." He looked like a lecher, completely unable to answer.

The scene was a bit awkward. Just as Azar was about to change the subject, he heard Azshara's silver-bell-like laughter. "Mr. First Champion, I was just joking. Please don't mind." After saying this, she bowed slightly to him to express her apology.

"Hahaha, it's always interesting to be with you young people. I feel like I've become young again, ahahaha." The Chieftain even started teasing us.

"It is time for you young people to interact more. The future belongs to you." The High Sorcerer also smiled. "Azshara, didn't you want to meet our First Champion for a long time?"

"Teacher, how could you?" Azshara looked completely bashful... Having one's little inner secret spoken aloud—that feeling is something only the person involved can truly understand.

Such a girlish demeanor? Is this really Azshara? Oh right! She isn't the future queen yet; she's just a young girl right now. But why is she here? He suppressed his inner doubts and waited for the leader to speak. (Essential workplace tip: Be a bit slow in front of the leader. Wait for them to guide you, then understand instantly. This makes you seem less intelligent than the leader, but still clever—a talent worth cultivating.)

"I let you two meet today to get to know each other. Because you are the best among the younger generation at perceiving the Arcane, I hope you can communicate and learn from each other in the future, and develop the power of the Arcane as soon as possible to contribute to the rise of the tribe. You have surely noticed that she possesses the power to change the fate of our tribe. How we let this power be used for our benefit depends on you. This is the tribe's top priority; you must go all out."

"Yes! Chieftain," Azar replied seriously.

"I will go all out," Azshara also said with a firm tone.

"We have built a research base next to the Well of Eternity. Azshara will take you to see it in a moment. Your main work will be there from now on," the High Sorcerer said, returning to his usual serious demeanor as he looked at Azar.

"As for the guard duty, let Falco take over for you. From now on, you and Azshara will study the Well of Eternity together. You are the person in charge, and Azshara will be your assistant."

When the leader moves their mouth, the subordinates run their legs off. Once the Chieftain finished assigning the task, it was time for the two young people to give it their all.

The two bowed and retreated, leaving the Tribal Council Hall and walking all the way toward the Well of Eternity. To avoid awkwardness, Azar took the initiative to find a topic.

"That... Miss Azshara."

"Just call me Azshara," she turned her face and smiled at him. "May I call you Azar?"

"What? Oh, I mean, yes, you may." Azar was being a lecher again.

"Azar, what were you going to ask just now?" Her voice was truly pleasant. It had both the crispness of a lark and the unique gentleness of a woman.

"I wanted to talk to you, let's talk about the Arcane."

"Hmm." She pondered slightly, as if organizing her words. She spoke again, "Actually, not long after I arrived here, I felt that this lake was different. It radiates a kind of energy. I was attracted to it; it is an energy I have never seen before. At first, I thought it was because my body was too tired from the Great Migration. Later, I realized it wasn't that; it was always by my side, entwining me. I told my teacher about this feeling, and he said he had similar feelings and told me not to be afraid, and to report my sensations to him regularly. Later on, I discovered that my body was also slowly changing. By the way, was that the reason you were surprised when you first saw me? I have become different from most of the tribespeople. It should be that most of us there have changed. The teacher secretly gathered us together—mostly wizards and children. So, with the Chieftain's tacit approval, the teacher led us to conduct research on it. We named this new energy the Arcane, meaning the power of order. Later, more tribespeople began to perceive the Power of Order, but mostly children; there are very few adults. As far as I know, you are the first warrior to perceive the Arcane. Aren't you supposed to believe in the Power of Fury? Just like Zhakun?"

"I don't know either. Maybe the Power of Fury in my body awakened very little, maybe my body had just recovered at that time, or maybe it's because I live closer to the Well of Eternity?" Azar couldn't exactly say he was an outsider, could he? He even knew everything about her. Fortunately, she didn't pay much attention to it and chuckled, which served as a response to Azar's cold joke. She then continued, "We have already made many discoveries in our research on the Arcane. That day, when I saw your final strike, I clearly felt the fluctuations of the Arcane. That is why I suggested to the teacher that you join us. You won't blame me, will you? After all, being the Captain of the Guard for the Chieftain would have more of a future."

Looking at her sincere expression, Azar said earnestly, "I don't care. I should be thanking you. Compared to personal prospects, I think the future of our tribe is more important. Don't you think?"

She chuckled, which counted as acknowledging my statement.

"I'm done talking, now it's your turn."

With the previous exchange, Azar also relaxed. He told Azshara everything he knew about the Power of Order without reservation. For the rest of the journey, the two of them chatted like this, one sentence after another. She would listen intently at times, frown in thought at others, and smile and nod at others. Azar deliberately inserted jokes to tease her; Azshara was amused by Azar, sometimes pursing her lips in a light smile, sometimes laughing until she doubled over, and sometimes pretending to be angry and refusing to walk, chasing Azar to give him a flurry of light punches when she was truly exasperated.

The two young people had a very happy time on this stretch of the road, but happiness always has an end. Although neither of them wanted it to, they had arrived at the base.