Such a miraculous scene naturally amazed the two little guys, but Gazlowe didn't suspect Galen of wanting to harm him, because there was no need to. He could feel that the golden light gave him a sense of peace in his soul.
"This is a blessing and attestation from a demigod, and it also guarantees the binding force of the contract, so don't worry."
Thermaplugg saw the goblin sign, and he no longer hesitated. After all, Galen's conditions were too tempting, making it difficult for a gnome craftsman with ambition to give up.
So what if they're goblins? Just ignore them!
With a bite of his teeth, he signed his name with a flourish!
Seeing the contract established, Galen smiled with satisfaction.
"You two should go back and prepare. I need a lot of manpower. I hope you can bring more of your clansmen over."
Gazlowe has at least two or three thousand goblin employees under his command. In the future, Galen will support him to become the new Goblin Trade Prince. As for Thermaplugg, Galen only knows that he has a group of loyal subordinates and apprentices. As for how strong he is, Galen hasn't really investigated it, but he can compete with Mekkatorque for the leadership of the gnomes, so he must have some strength!
Galen needs a research team. Although after the War Research Institute was built, the Heart of Origin equipped the building with twelve engineer positions, Galen tricked twelve farmers into it and had them transfer to engineers, but the number was too small.
As goblins and gnomes, whose IQs are a little higher than humans in Azeroth, can just fill this gap, but Galen still feels unsatisfied and has set his sights on the draenei.
When the draenei were building cities in Draenor, the Prophet was seriously injured, so he appointed several outstanding members of each class as archbishops to assist him in managing the tribe.
Archbishop O'shaar, representing the mages, was once the governor of Shattrath. He has already betrayed and joined the Burning Legion under the name Socrethar. Akama, representing the wardens, has now become a Broken.
Archbishop Nelli, representing the ranger class, is missing and presumed dead. Also, Grand Artificer Hataru of the draenei technician class has been assassinated.
The last remaining soul priest guarding Auchindoun, the Shadow Priest Archbishop Maraadar, has also had his fate changed by Galen. The newly established Broken organization, the Kurenai, has already sent people to find Akama and Nobundo.
The establishment of this research team reminded Galen of a technician among the draenei named Romuul. He was the engineer second only to Hataru, and was later appointed by Velen as the new Grand Artificer.
Isn't the technology level of these draenei crushing the goblins and gnomes?
Recruit them, must recruit them!
Even if it's in the name of the naaru!
Galen is counting on them to build a spaceship!
After sending away the two little guys, Galen's heart had already flown away.
The so-called winner in life must have both career and love.
Now the Crusader's forces have left Azeroth and are moving towards interstellar colonization. How can it not be considered getting bigger and stronger?
Galen rarely returned from Draenor to the Minas Tirith to sign a contract with two technical talents, so how could he not use the remaining free time to find his legitimate girlfriend?
Galen missed her.
In the Sunspire, Sylvanas, having completed the first half of the night's patrol, was about to go back to rest when she noticed the necklace Galen had given her was flashing. Her eyes lit up.
Sylvanas found her adjutant Lor'themar and asked him to be responsible for the safety of the camp today, as she needed to rest.
Then, Sylvanas followed Galen's instructions, first leaving a return scroll anchor point in her residence for easy return, and then activated another return scroll to locate Galen.
With a flash of white light, Sylvanas arrived at Galen's side.
After the two met, Galen hugged Sylvanas tightly. The two were silent, quietly feeling each other's body temperature.
In the room of Quel'Danil Lodge, the two embraced. Outside the window was the roar of the waterfall, but the two were immersed in their own world, oblivious to the flowing water.
After a long time, the two separated.
"Sylvanas, I missed you so much."
These ordinary six words made Sylvanas feel that her longing and waiting were worth it.
Sylvanas's white jade-like palm stroked Galen's face.
"I missed you too, Galen. I'm so sorry that I put you in danger. I knew that was the Black Dragon Aspect, far beyond a demigod, but I still asked you to save my sister!"
Thinking of how she almost lost two close relatives because of her request, Sylvanas felt very guilty. This was also one of the reasons why she made an oath in front of Thoras.
Galen raised his head and looked at this beautiful face. His head slowly approached Sylvanas, and then the two kissed lightly.
A very soft touch. Although this was not the first time the two had tried kissing, Sylvanas was still a little shy, but this time she actively responded to Galen.
"Isn't everything alright now? Alleria is living well, without a single injury!"
"I already knew. You and my sister informed me earlier that you had opened a passage between the two worlds. At that time, I wanted to rush over and reunite with you as soon as possible, but the strategic adjustments of the Sun King made it impossible for me to leave for a while, but I was relieved after knowing you were safe."
After Sylvanas finished speaking, she slowly rested her head on Galen's body.
Galen's hands holding Sylvanas began to get restless, starting to grope on her back, and then forward.
At this time, Sylvanas, whose vital point was touched, suddenly tensed up, and then a pair of playful eyes once again looked up at Galen.
Unlike the green eyes of the blood elves in later generations due to absorbing arcane energy, and unlike the Scarlet eyes of the Banshee Queen, Sylvanas's blue eyes were full of aura at this time, and Galen was mesmerized.
"You blockhead, you're usually so serious, even confirming our relationship required me to spell it out. How did you suddenly figure it out today?"
Listening to Sylvanas's slightly teasing words, Galen thought, was I so cowardly before?
"That's not... Ooh!"
Galen was about to retort when he saw Sylvanas's bright eyes and moist lips approaching, blocking Galen's mouth.
t was another long stretch of intimacy, but this time, Galen seemed to catch a certain cue—his hands moved with purpose, steadily removing each layer, one after another, as if nothing could stop him.
Outside, the moonlight draped dark green mountains and a silver-white waterfall. Inside, leather armor and clothes lay scattered across the floor, while on the bed, a wildfire of heat and hunger raged.
The light of the bright moon shone through the window onto the floor. Galen stroked Sylvanas's smooth, white back with one hand, as they told each other about their experiences after the Dark Portal incident.
Galen told Sylvanas how he faked his death to deceive the Black Dragon King, causing the elf in his arms to tense up. Then, he recounted in detail how he subdued the Tiger-men and the pure-blooded Mag'har orcs, and described the decaying world of Draenor, as well as the story of the miraculous Naaru race and the tragic Draenei people.
Sylvanas listened with excitement, wanting to see the world on the other side of the Dark Portal.
Sylvanas told Galen that she had met King Thoras, and later returned to the border of Quel'Thalas to participate in the siege against the Zul'Aman trolls, as well as her and her third sister Vereesa's plan to accumulate military merits in exchange for artifacts.
"Originally, Prince Kael'thas had already broken through the gates of Zul'Aman, and half of the troll city had fallen. However, a troll force never seen before suddenly appeared from the city. Their raptor riders and aerial pterodactyl riders were very strong, and our dragonhawk riders were no match for them. We could only choose to destroy half of the city with arcane bombs, and then withdraw from Zul'Aman under the cover of the fire!"
Sylvanas regretted that they were only one step away from eradicating the border threat that had plagued the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas for thousands of years!
Galen pondered.
"Do these troll troops have any significant characteristics? For example, are they different from forest trolls in terms of physical appearance?"
Sylvanas recalled for a moment, her expression shifting, and said, "Most of their skin is sky blue. They are very clean, without moss. Their equipment is mainly gold, and it is more refined and uniform. Also, their bodies are much stronger than the Zul'Aman trolls, and their warriors don't hunch over!"
That's right, it's them, confirmed!
Feeling Galen's hand stroking her back stop, Sylvanas asked, "Galen, do you know their origins?"
"They come from the Zandalari tribe, an ancient kingdom with a long history and unbroken lineage. Ten thousand years ago, they were the overlords of all trolls. After the Great Sundering, their royal city was isolated overseas, cut off from the world."
Seeing Sylvanas's expression of sudden understanding, Galen knew that the Zandalari had been dormant for ten thousand years and had not come out to cause trouble.
"Perhaps Zul'jin realized that the Amani were about to be exterminated and had to send a request for help to their suzerain state!"
Just as Galen had guessed, the forest trolls who once occupied the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms had reached a moment of life and death. Originally, Zul'jin thought that allying with the orcs would wipe out the high elf kingdom in one fell swoop, but things backfired, and it was the forest trolls who suffered!
The Amani tribe is now surrounded. The Vilebranch tribe is suspected of betraying and migrating as a clan. The Witherbark tribe has been conquered and surrendered to the Kingdom of Stromgarde. The Vilebranch tribe is said to be struggling to survive, trapped in Jintha'Alor with the remnants of the orcs, unable to move. Some time ago, they even crossed the sea along the eastern coast to ask for help, but they found that the Amani were in even worse shape than them, so they could only return dejectedly.
The remaining Rotbranch and Revantusk tribes were frightened and trembled, hiding in the deep mountains, not daring to act rashly. The entire forest troll race has now reached a moment of life and death!
Zul'jin is also an ambitious person, so naturally he is unwilling to sit still and wait for death. Then, seeking help from the Zandalari Empire is their only way out. It's no big deal to submit to them in the future. Anyway, they've done it before ten thousand years ago. It's better than being exterminated.
Galen contributed a lot to this. The entire northern troll population was almost destroyed by him.
Galen took out a dark purple orb from his backpack. This was a soulstone made by the demigod-level warlock Gul'dan, capable of holding dozens of powerful souls. He handed it to Sylvanas: "Sylvanas, when you face powerful trolls later, help me collect their souls after you kill them."
He's going to fleece the trolls until they're bald!
The shadow power on the soulstone made Sylvanas frown: "Galen, are you studying warlock spells? That is a forbidden power!"
"I'm a paladin. Using this power will be rejected by the Holy Light," Galen said with a straight face, talking nonsense. "Didn't I save two Naaru in Draenor? I collect the souls of trolls, perhaps to allow the Naaru to redeem the trolls and let them contribute to Azeroth's fight against the demons!"
That's right, the Naaru, the spokesmen of the Holy Light, Galen's newly acquired pot-carriers. In the future, if Gandalf can't carry the blame, it will be thrown to the Naaru K'ure and D'ore. Demigods, full of prestige and golden light, look more credible, and their bodies are much stronger than Gandalf!
Thinking of his smugness, Galen's hand couldn't help but get out of control? Reaching downwards...
Smack!
The Queen slapped away someone's perverted hand and started a new topic.
"You've been alone with my sister for the past six months. Have you developed any ulterior motives?"
Sylvanas's casual tone and the depth of the question almost made Galen jump up. Fortunately, his heart was clear, and he didn't react too much.
"How could you have such an idea? Sylvanas, you should have confidence in your charm." This was Galen's honest opinion. Her beautiful face, coupled with her powerful strength, and the reputation of the future Banshee Queen, were enough to conquer Galen's heart.
"Hmph, you blockhead, you're so slow."
Sylvanas, as a woman, could she not tell who would be a potential rival?
Could her own sister's change in feelings towards Galen be hidden from her?
In Azeroth, Alleria might suppress her feelings because of her own existence, but after being rescued by Galen and spending half a year alone with him, she didn't believe that her sister wouldn't fall?
Sylvanas knew her sister too well. She had almost the same mate selection criteria as herself. She and Galen met in the war, and in just two years, her heart was all on him, let alone Alleria?
"I only love you, Sylvanas!" If he didn't show his desire to survive at this time, was he waiting to be beaten?
"Hmph! I'll believe you for now." Sylvanas pouted, a little sulky. "You must remember that you are my man. If someone comes to compete for my man, I will fight. If my man throws himself into the enemy's embrace then, hehe!"
Sylvanas made a scissor-hand gesture!
Facing Sylvanas's little threat, Galen felt a chill and quickly declared that he only loved her.
However, Sylvanas was a little worried. Matters of the heart couldn't be controlled just by saying so. She had once looked down on all male high elves, but in the end, she was attracted to Galen's group, and she was the one who took the initiative.
She was just afraid that her sister wouldn't be able to resist taking the initiative as well!
Tonight's events might have been an attempt to strike first. Sylvanas knew that Galen had a strong sense of responsibility, so striking early would tie down his heart sooner.
The most crucial thing was Galen's opportunity, which removed the limitations of a human's lifespan of a hundred years. Even without the Well of Eternity, he had a chance to break through to demigod status, which meant possessing the endless life of a god.
Therefore, the pressure fell on Sylvanas's side. Galen had the opportunity to exist for eternity, while the longest-lived high elf recorded, the first Sun King, only lived for over six thousand years!
Moreover, Sylvanas trusted Galen's words.
Galen was indeed very dull and slow in matters of love. She had also been to Stromgarde Keep and met Thoras. She also knew that Galen, as a prince, had not had any intimate contact with any woman at the age of eighteen.
Normal human nobles, even high elf nobles, had more or less experienced matters between men and women before adulthood. They had maids around them, and there were too many opportunities.
But Galen was an anomaly. He started wielding a sword at the age of five, and he had been doing so for thirteen years, reaching high-rank at thirteen and epic-rank at eighteen.
Sylvanas thought of those so-called geniuses among the high elves, and compared to Galen, they were simply trash.
Even her two most outstanding subordinates, Lor'themar and Halduron, had been stuck at the ninth rank for the past hundred years without any progress. If Lor'themar hadn't been captured by Zul'jin a few months ago and finally broken through to the early stage of epic-rank in desperation, he would probably have needed another hundred years to break through.
Sylvanas, angry at their lack of progress, suddenly thought of her little brother: "Galen, I have already sent Lirath to the training camp in Silvermoon City. You arrange for the instructors inside to train him hard for me. As long as he doesn't die, anything goes!"
"Ah ha, my little brother-in-law is in Silvermoon City?" Galen smiled. He loved training the most. "Don't worry, even if my little brother-in-law dies of exhaustion, I can make him stand up again and continue training in Silvermoon City."
Hehe hehe.
It's a pity that Gul'dan and Med'an have left Azeroth, Varian and Callan have returned to Stormwind Kingdom, and Rhonin is also studying in Dalaran. Otherwise, I could open a rapid-development training camp and let them feel the malice of the world.
"Sylvanas, I have prepared a gift for you this time!"
Galen used magic to shrink Onyxia's shed black dragon scales, connected them with soft mithril steel wire, and made them into a close-fitting chainmail suitable for Sylvanas, which was light and had super strong protection.
Once, a Vrykul named Magni obtained a scale of Neltharion and forged it into a divine shield, which was incomparably strong.
Although Onyxia's strength was far behind her old father, she was still a demigod. The black scale chest armor forged from her dragon scales should at least reach purple quality, five…!
In addition to equipment, Galen also prepared two arrows.
"This is an armor-piercing arrow made from a demigod-level black dragon's tooth and elementium ore. It can easily penetrate most dragon scales. Even if the trolls summon the Great Bear Spirit when you fight them, this arrow can still pose a threat to it!"
Galen always thought of his lover at the first time when he got some good things. His old father Thoras said that his heart was cold.
In the second half of the night, the two continued to cuddle for a while, until it was almost dawn before Sylvanas activated the return scroll and used the coordinate axis she had placed before to return to the Sunspire.
As the saying goes, a happy event makes one feel refreshed. When Galen appeared in Stromgarde Keep with a radiant face, his old father Thoras looked surprised, and his eyes were a little moist. However, Thoras, who had been a king for a lifetime, did not come up to hug his son like an ordinary father.
"Father, I'm back!"
Thoras didn't move, so Galen moved himself. He stepped forward and hugged his father. After his disappearance, Thoras was the most anxious, even more so than Sylvanas. If Gandalf hadn't stopped him, this hot-tempered king would have reopened the Dark Portal with the army of the entire country.
"It's good that you're back. Don't run around this time. Stromgarde is under reconstruction, and the 300,000 refugees alone are enough for us to be preocupied for several years. We don't need extra land for the time being. We have to take things step by step. Too much span is easy to hurt the foundation!"
Thoras's words were pearls of wisdom. These were all his life wisdom of nearly fifty years, and it was also because he was afraid that his only son would have another accident after Galen disappeared.
"Child, you are also nineteen years old. Marry the Windrunner's daughter as soon as possible. When you get married, I will pass the throne to you. The future of Stromgarde can be controlled by you!"
Stromgarde has changed too much in the past few years. The rapid changes made Thoras a little unbelievable.
Who would have thought that Stromgarde's grain output would be the first in all mankind in just a few years, and it would also export a large amount to various countries? Who would have thought that Stromgarde would clear the southeastern border troubles of the Witherbark trolls and completely enslave them?
Who would have thought that the territory compressed in the Arathi Highlands would suddenly expand southward to the Wetlands and Dustwallow Marsh, northwest to Tarren Mill and Southshore, and north to Caer Darrow?
The orcs invaded the entire continent, from the Stormwind Kingdom in the south to the high elf kingdom in the north. Which country was not harmed by the orcs, even the Gilneas Kingdom, which had the best geographical location, their territory in Silverpine Forest was also made destroyed by the guerrilla orcs.
Only the Arathi Highlands, as solid as gold, no orcs entered the Arathi Highlands!
Whose credit is all this change?
It's my good son, Galen Trollbane!
I have been king for decades, and it is not as useful as my own son for a few years!
Abdicate, I must abdicate! Enjoy retirement!
I, Thoras, want to be a leisurely old man, preferably with a good grandson!
"Ascend the throne?"
Galen looked dumbfounded, with an expression that you were kidding me!
"Father, I am not interested in the throne. You are in your prime and can continue to manage the country for decades. When I have a son, you can give the throne to him!"
"I'll let you be king, you will be! What nonsense, I'm already old! It will take at least twenty years for my grandson to grow up, too long!"
"Father, do you want eternal life!"
Galen unleashed a big move!
Galen simply refused to believe it. Even the Ancestral Dragon couldn't resist the temptation, so how could his own father, as the ruler of a kingdom, refuse?
Your old man should just sit properly on the throne. Your son will have plenty of land in the future, even plenty of planets to rule. He doesn't need the Kingdom of Stromgarde.
But to Galen's surprise, Thoras had no interest in eternal life. He even gently pressed Galen's forehead with his palm: "Child, are you sick? Or have you been bewitched by an evil god?"
Looking at Thoras's concerned expression, Galen's teeth ached. Why was his father's script different from his own?
If the lines don't match, how am I supposed to respond?
"Father, I'm fine. I'm the First Paladin of Azeroth, immune to all evils!"
It was only the Origin Heart shielding him from the whispers of the Old Gods, otherwise Galen's bragging would have exploded.
"The documents and books in the Tower of Thoradin record a great deal of history. Since Emperor Thoradin, no human except Aegwynn, the Guardian of Tirisfal, has lived past two hundred years. Eternal life either requires transforming oneself into an undead like Meryl Winterstorm, or it's a bewitchment from a demon. The former requires living in seclusion, and the latter comes at a high price that Stromgarde cannot afford!"
Yo yo, listen to that! His old father was simply a beacon of clarity!
The human magic guardian Aegwynn used the power of magic to extend her life. This was a special case, requiring the power of hundreds of mages to be transferred to one person through a special Tirisfal method. It was like a group of people enabling one person, making it difficult to replicate.
Transforming into an undead meant being a dead person. The world of the living would no longer be connected to them.
And then there's the Burning Legion's usual tactic of bewitching Azeroth's native lifeforms to become internal agents: "Hey bro, do you need power?"
His old father had such a glorious and righteous image. Shouldn't he be the protagonist?
If he hadn't been a greedy adventurer in his previous life, killing the original prince, digging up the Tomb of the Torbane family, and stealing Thoras's corpse to resurrect him as one of the Four Horsemen, forcing him into eternal life, Galen would have been completely prostrating himself before his old man right now.
"Father, have you heard of the Army of the Light?" His own father actually suspected that he, the leader of the Azerothian Holy Knights, was being seduced by an evil god!
Could Galen tolerate this?
Was the Holy Light on his body not bright enough?
Was his character not firm enough?
He had to reveal some of the secrets of this universe to awe his old father.
"Army of the Light? What's that? Doesn't the Holy Light Church only have the Silver Hand Knights and the Templar Knights under your command as its two armed forces?"
Good, he had already piqued his curiosity. Now it was time to provide the goods!
"The Army of the Light is a powerful force fighting against the Burning Legion. Its founders are a group of sentient Holy Light energy beings. They are ancient and powerful, each with at least the strength of a demigod!"
K'ure had said before that the first Army of the Light was formed for the newly fallen Titan Sargeras, but it failed. The current Army of the Light was formed by the Holy Light Mother Xe'ra.
After Argus fell, some of the most elite warriors among the Draenei chose to follow the Holy Light Mother. These warriors chose to become Lightforged, blessed by the Holy Light Mother, allowing them to freely use powerful Holy Light spells.
Under Xe'ra's guidance, this legion composed of Lightforged flew across the stars, battling the Burning Legion on various planets.
They actively accepted races that survived the Burning Legion's expeditions, encouraging warriors among these races to join the ranks of the Lightforged. Over tens of thousands of years of expeditions, the power of the Army of the Light gradually increased.
In the original timeline, Turalyon and Alleria joined Xe'ra's Army of the Light. Don't think that Turalyon and the others only disappeared for more than twenty years. In reality, because the Twisting Nether distorted time and space, Turalyon, blessed by the Holy Light, fought in the stars for a thousand years.
After Thoras listened to the fate of the Draenei, he marveled at their resilience and unremitting struggle. Finally, he understood: "So, the eternal life you're talking about is accepting the blessing of the Naaru and becoming that Holy Light warrior called Lightforged?"
"That's right. It's actually very similar to the Guardians' method, except the Guardians use arcane energy to increase their strength, while the Lightforged use the power of the Holy Light." And the Naaru's technology is definitely much stronger than the Council of Tirisfal's.
"Then how do we contact the Army of the Light that's drifting in the universe? You also said that Azeroth, where we are, is like the countryside within the countryside in the vast universe!"
"Father, be careful with your words. I said it's remote!" Galen tried to remedy the situation.
"Then, relative to the center of the universe, doesn't remote mean the countryside?"
Ah, yes, yes, yes.
You're right.
"I saved two Naaru on the orc planet. We don't need to find the Army of the Light at all. We can build our own Army of the Light!"
After going around in a big circle, and a long story, Galen finally got to the point.
Galen didn't want to get involved with the Holy Light Mother. Although he himself was the type who would Lightforge people at the drop of a hat, and even more so than Xe'ra.
This was probably a case of like repels like!
Galen didn't want to use the Lightforging model of the Cathedral. The Lightforging of the Cathedral, in addition to converting enemies of the evil faction into the righteous side of the Holy Light, would also forcibly change the Lightforged's will to serve Galen.
While Galen needed loyal subordinates, he needed family and friends even more.
Revitalizing Stromgarde is for his father's wish, and saving Azeroth and defeating the Burning Legion is for himself and his loved ones to live happily.
So, being Lightforged by the Naaru like Turalyon was the best choice, especially with the two Naaru who had signed a contract with him, avoiding being forcibly Lightforged by Xe'ra like Illidan, and perhaps even having his will modified.
"I need to consider it."
Thoras was obviously unwilling. Unlike Turalyon, who was a Paladin himself and believed in the Holy Light, with no resistance to Lightforging, his old father had been a warrior of faith all his life and clearly rejected other faiths.
"Father, actually, there's a way to achieve eternal life without changing your physical state!" Galen said there were other options.
The reason his old father didn't fall for it just now might be because he felt that the Lightforged were flawed. Being shiny at night would affect sleep. When people get old, they tend to be conservative and unwilling to make changes.
"Oh?"
"Father, the red dragon enslaved by the orcs is now in my hands."
Thoras was shocked!
That was a red dragon! Even a young dragon could form a terrifying force as a red dragon knight, much stronger than the gryphon squadron Galen gave him.
"The second-in-command of the Red Dragonflight is my person!"
Thoras was shocked again!
"The Red Dragon Queen is known as the Lifebinder. Her blessing can grant mortals eternal life! As long as you have eternal life, not to mention grandchildren, even eighteen generations of descendants are possible."
And what's the price?
At most, give Palthasstaz more supplements and drink more Water of Life.
The last plan made Thoras very tempted. Of course, this was also a more difficult plan, but it was still easier than Thoras, Danath, Sylvanas, and the others improving their strength through cultivation to reach demigod status.