"Teldrassil" came from the Night Elf language and meant "Crown of the Earth." Floating upon the misty sea, this island was forever cloaked in haze like a purple veil, almost entirely cut off from the world. The proud Night Elves lived here, carrying on their ancient and mysterious civilization.
After Rex passed through the Portal, the archmage was already waiting for him.
Without pausing at all, Rex immediately had the archmage open another Portal, and they set off for the Night Elves' home.
Several years had passed since the Battle for Mount Hyjal. In the aftermath of that battle, the Night Elves had constantly clamored to relocate. The dispute had been fierce, and not just among the Night Elves themselves. Even Rex, far away in Lordaeron in the Eastern Kingdoms, had heard about it.
But all of that had become the dust of bygone days.
It was all history now. The relocation the Night Elves had clamored for had become reality. They had moved.
Their entire people had migrated to this mist-shrouded island.
The Portal slowly shimmered into view, and Rex and his companions emerged on their mounts above the Great Sea. Below lay an endless expanse of seawater. He gazed into the distance, where sea and sky blended together, unable to see where the ocean ended.
The Netherwing King beat his wings, as did the other Netherwings. With the archmage emerging last, their party arrived just beyond the island where the Night Elves lived.
When the Night Elves moved here, they had not neglected their security in the slightest.
They had sealed off the entire island. Entering it directly through a Portal was impossible.
It was much like the Kingdom of Gilneas in the past. The kingdom no longer maintained such a seal because its territory had grown too