"How is Khadgar doing recently?"
Galen asked Medivh. Since the Crusader organization opened a portal between Azeroth and Draenor, Khadgar was arranged to go to Draenor for training.
In the original timeline, it was about two years later when the five heroes of the Dark Portal, including Khadgar, arrived in Draenor and engaged in battles with the Horde army stationed there.
Now, with the Crusader organization taking the lead and Medivh resurrecting in advance to shield Khadgar from the wind and rain, this Guardian's apprentice is like a flower in a greenhouse.
He didn't have to be rushed into facing difficult situations one after another like in that timeline, quickly growing up to stand on his own.
"Khadgar broke through from High Mage to Archmage of the Legendary Initial Stage not long ago, which is within my expectations."
Besides the massive loss of vitality, the Curse of Aging brought to Khadgar also helped him stimulate the potential of his whole body, saving him decades of hard work.
Now, the Spring of Life has restored him from the appearance of a seventy or eighty-year-old to the appearance of a forty-year-old.
Except for the mental age of twenty and the body of forty, it's simply a one-step process.
If Medivh hadn't told Galen that Khadgar's soul had suffered irreversible damage, he would have given Gul'dan, Galen, Yrel, Draenos, and Med'an a Curse of Aging each to accelerate their growth.
"Legendary Initial Stage, barely enough. Recently, you should focus your main energy on this ring. Leave the defense line of the Path of Glory entirely to Khadgar.
Even if the defense line is breached, it doesn't matter. I will transfer the Thunder Legion to defend the rear mountain pass."
As long as the burden is heavy enough and he experiences enough, Khadgar will grow fast enough. As for the loss of soldiers, it doesn't matter at all.
As long as the defense line and the bodies of the soldiers are retaken, and a shout is made: "Resurrect, my warriors!" the soldiers will stand up in minutes and fight for the Crusader organization again!
Medivh nodded, agreeing to this suggestion of forcing growth and tricking his apprentice.
At the end of the sixth year of the Dark Portal, waiting for a month for the Draenor Allied Forces to assemble was too long.
Alleria's side was leveling the territory of the Saberon, without needing Galen's help, so Galen returned to Azeroth alone.
The changes in Azeroth this year were great. Stromgarde, Ironforge, Gnomeregan, and Stormwind City were engaged in large-scale construction.
Without any war, the four-nation tunnel, after the efforts of hundreds of thousands of kobold laborers, had been under construction for a year and had completed most of it, and was expected to be put into use in the middle of next year.
Stromgarde's urban expansion plan had been completed, and the earth elementals Garr and Lokkore's mountain-moving and sea-filling shortened the project by more than half.
The power of the two earth elemental lords shocked the people of Stromgarde even more.
When they learned that these two earth elemental lords were the servants of their Stromgarde prince, Galen's name resounded throughout the Arathi Highlands, surpassing the past ancestors of the Thoradin family, and approaching Emperor Thoradin!
The citizens of Stromgarde moved into the residences in the new urban area, and merchants started trading in the new commercial area.
The entire old city was emptied and restored to its former function by Galen's old father: a military fortress.
"Father, how does it feel to live in the new Stromgarde? Is there a special sense of accomplishment?" Galen met his father, Thoras, in the renovated palace, and finally did not forget to tease him.
"You brat, your wings are hardened and you dare to make fun of me." Thoras stood up and hugged his son.
"You've grown taller again in half a year, um, your strength has also improved a lot, and you're almost catching up with me."
The Heart of Origin's bases in various parts of Azeroth have been on track. The population increase of more than 200,000 a year, their power blessed by the Power of Kingship to Galen, pushed Galen from the Legendary Middle Stage to the Legendary High Stage, only one step away from the level of Lothar and Thoras' Legendary Peak.
"How is the situation on the Dark Portal side?" Thoras asked about the situation of the orcs, Stromgarde was still digesting the dividends of the last war, and he did not want the orcs to invade again.
"Everything is going smoothly. I have united the forces of all intelligent creatures in that world and formed the Draenor Allied Forces, and a great war will be launched with the orcish Horde in the near future."
Galen said it plainly, but Thoras felt that the process was difficult. Galen didn't want him to worry, so he said it so simply. The forces of Azeroth are so complicated, Draenor is a complete world no matter how small it is, and the process will not be as smooth as Galen said.
"Well, if it doesn't work, forget it. Go back to Stromgarde early. Why should my son eliminate the scourge of the entire alliance!"
After Thoras finished speaking, he became angry. After the war, all countries were licking their wounds. Each country had losses, and the king was also tightening his belt. The warriors needed rewards, the knights needed fiefs, and the nobles were busy annexing the unclaimed land that had been destroyed by the orcs.
Among them, Gilneas retreated to Silverpine Forest with satisfaction after dividing a piece of cake from Alterac, and it is said that they will build a defense line no less than the Wall of Thoradin, and have semi-withdrawn from the alliance.
Many mages in Dalaran are studying the forbidden magic of orcish warlocks. Compared to the mage profession that relies too much on talent, warlocks only need to sell their souls to enhance themselves.
Sign a contract with the devil with your soul.
As long as you sign it, you can have demons as servants, and you can use void and fel spells. The more soul you are willing to pay, the stronger you will be.
This undercurrent flowed from Dalaran to Lordaeron, Alterac and Stromgarde.
"Recently, many warlock magic classics have been circulating in Stromgarde, and the nobles are eager to try. If I hadn't purchased a large number of classics in advance, the situation would have been out of control."
Galen agreed with this point. It's not that power is bad, it's the people who use power that are bad. This is all fooling people.
Fel is the power of chaos, and those who want to control it will eventually fall because of their unstable minds.
"Father, the way of the warlock is not that it cannot be spread, but it must be in our hands."
"Leave this to me!"
It's safe to say that those interested in the ways of the warlock are the less talented mages, and those nobles who crave power but lack the talent for spellcasting and can't endure the hardship of martial training.
In short, it's a group of people who crave power.
The reason Galen took on this task was because he already had some ideas.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. How many days will you be staying this time?" With business concluded, Thoras began chatting with his son about family matters.
"About a month. I'll head back to Draenor after the Feast of Winter Veil to prepare for the great battle." Draenor and Azeroth have different calendars. Azeroth is already entering the end-of-year Feast of Winter Veil, while Draenor is still in the middle of the year.
Thoras nodded. "Stay in Stromgarde for a few days first, then hurry off to Quel'Thalas to find your high elf lover."
"Also, when are you planning to get married? You're not planning to inherit the throne, but you could at least produce a royal grandson to be the King of Stromgarde!"
Galen didn't expect to be pressured into marriage upon returning home for a short break. Once a child reaches adulthood, parents inevitably focus on these matters.
If Galen's aptitude were ordinary, Thoras would have forced him into a marriage alliance with a powerful noble long ago.
"Father, didn't we discuss the possibility of immortality last time? Even if we can't achieve immortality, with the Well of Life, we can live as long as the high elves. Your old self can stay on the throne for another thousand years!"
"Hmph! Two years ago, in order to get the Barov family to stand on Stromgarde's side, I tacitly allowed Archmage Gandalf to take a Barov family girl as an apprentice. Now their daughter has come of age, and they're just waiting for me to agree to the marriage. A thousand years? You want to outlive this generation of Barovs?!"
Thoras was exasperated. He had listened to Galen's flattery, changed Stromgarde's national policy, and established a strategy to develop and strengthen Stromgarde during the war. Thoras felt that Galen was buying the noble land deeds in the Hillsbrad region too slowly. After discovering Aiden Perenolde's betrayal, he sent troops while also sending envoys to win over the Barov family.
Now that Southshore and Tarren Mill are in hand, the benefits have been reaped by the Tolbereds. He can't blame Count Dabyrie, the envoy, for using the promise of a princess to tempt old Barov, can he?
"So, you should quickly marry Sylvanas. Old Barov won't keep running to the royal city every now and then. Wouldn't it be better for him to stay in Caer Darrow Castle and enjoy his retirement!"
Thoras was also planning to pass the buck. Galen's wife could only be chosen by himself; Thoras wouldn't interfere. The only thing he could interfere with was urging him to get married sooner.
"Alright, alright, Father, I'll do it as soon as possible. I'll go deal with the warlock problem first!"
Galen left the Stromgarde palace without looking back. If there were a train, he would carry it away overnight and run.
Speaking of trains, Galen suddenly remembered that the underground railway of the Four Kingdoms was about to open. Could he consider building a railway from Stromgarde to Minas Tirith?
The Iron Horde was able to build the Dread Rail in Gorgrond because Galen brought the Horde's technology back thirty years. This technology came from the goblins.
Goblin technology is too shocking, so let them use it for war. Gnomes are still needed for civilian technology, but Gelbin Mekkatorque is busy building an airship unit in Draenor, so this order seems to have to be tendered in Gnomeregan.
But this is not urgent. First deal with the issue of warlock tomes spreading in human kingdoms.
Galen summoned Gray.
"Your Highness, did you summon me?"
Gray, ever efficient, arrived before Galen. This head of the Scarlet Crusade's intelligence network has now spread his network throughout the Eastern Kingdoms. Next, Galen plans to give him more authority, recruit gnolls and trolls from the Scarlet Crusade outposts, and begin managing the Kalimdor intelligence network.
"Gray, I need you to find me some people!"
"Your Highness, please command!"
"Kanrethad Ebonlocke, a Stormwind noble. Zinnin Smythe, a Gilnean. Jubeka Shadowbreaker, female, should be from Lordaeron. Killaen Silversky, human, nationality unknown. Lulubelle Fizzbang, Wilfred Fizzlebang, gnomes. Zelfrax, gnomes. Synfell, high elf."
Galen used soul magic to recall his hazy memories and recorded these names.
The above names represent the top warlocks of Azeroth in the next thirty years!
As for those who are not famous, I am afraid they have already died in the exploration of the warlock's path. This is a dark path, and unknowingly, they will go further and further on this road of no return.
How does that saying go: When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
In the warlock industry, there are no guys who keep themselves clean, and this has already been determined from the energy attributes of fel.
This is an energy from the Twisting Nether, chaotic, disordered, and evil.
The ancestor of all warlocks in Azeroth and Draenor is Gul'dan. His life has been one of betrayal, betraying his clan, betraying his mentor Ner'zhul, betraying the Horde, and betraying Kil'jaeden.
From him began the greed, selfishness, demand, deception, and betrayal of the warlock profession.
If Gul'dan's spirit were not guaranteed by Origin Executor, Galen would not dare to use it.
"Do your best to find these people. I have no requirements on the time. The easiest to find should be these few humans."
Those who can access warlock tomes are at least nobles with some power. Kanrethad Ebonlocke is one of the easiest people to find. Two years ago, Galen supported Goldshire in Elwynn Forest and was familiar with the lord there. I heard that after they took the Stormwind refugees back to the south, they rebuilt their territory on the ruins of Goldshire: Duskwood.
And the lord of this town is Duke Elro Ebonlocke. The Kanrethad Ebonlocke that Galen is looking for should be a branch of this Ebonlocke family.
"Gray, when your agents discover their whereabouts, do not act rashly. They may be dangerous people. First, secretly monitor them. When you discover that there is a connection between them and warlocks, send someone to contact them."
"Just say: The Council of Dark Harvest invites them to join."
Galen's plan is very simple. Although the warlock profession can be banned through official decrees, and they can even be sent to the gallows if they are caught, just like witches were burned at the stake in the Middle Ages.
But can this be forbidden?
No, those who can truly access these forbidden knowledges are often nobles. They themselves are the privileged class and can easily disregard everything for power.
Since it cannot be prevented, then join them, be the best of them, and turn around and rule them!
And the Council of Dark Harvest is just an empty shell organization that Galen casually established a few seconds ago!
Galen recalled an organization called "The Fool," which had grown from a single person starting from scratch to become incredibly powerful and impressive.
Galen didn't expect the Council of Dark Harvest to achieve much in the future. He wanted to recruit as many members as possible. Rather than letting them stay in Azeroth and harm civilians, he might as well use them to fight against the Burning Legion.
Moreover, with Gul'dan, this powerful warlock, the Council of Dark Harvest wouldn't be just an empty shell, as he was the ancestral master of the orc warlocks.
After giving these instructions, Galen left Stromgarde. The battle in the Hinterlands forest was over. The last stronghold of the Revantusk trolls, Jintha'Alor, had been jointly breached by Tazzdingo, Galen's subordinate, and Warlord Voone, the Revantusk troll overseer. Voone had purged the entire high command of the Revantusk trolls, and then the two trolls divided up the Revantusk population.
Now, except for Zul'Aman and the Witherbark trolls in the north, all the forest trolls were under the Crusader's control.
Also captured were Varok Saurfang and his less than ten thousand orc warriors. This fragmented army not only had to face the Crusader trolls' encirclement and interception but also had to overcome the aftereffects of their own demonic blood. That they were able to assist the Revantusk trolls in defending for nearly half a year demonstrated Saurfang's ability as a commander.
Galen ordered Aragorn, stationed at Quel'Danil Lodge, to lead the Stonewall Legion to escort the orc prisoners to Minas Tirith for imprisonment.
Aragorn and the Thunder Legion, now freed up, would travel to Draenor via the portal to assemble.
Meanwhile, the kobold invasion of Gnomeregan had been brought under control. Omar and Varrokal's powerful suppression had killed a large number of kobold monsters, leaving only a small number to flee into the depths of the underground tunnels.
Continuing to garrison an infantry legion and a knight order here was too wasteful. With the great war in Draenor imminent, Galen, after discussing with High Tinker Gelbin Mekkatorque, decided to withdraw these two legions.
At the same time, the High Tinker, the gnome leader, decided to hire an elite kobold guard, suitable for long-term underground residence and proficient in tunnel warfare, to be stationed in Gnomeregan long-term, to cooperate with his own gnome mechanical forces to clear out the remaining kobolds.
Galen was caught between laughter and tears upon learning of the High Tinker's decision.
As far as he knew, the full name of the kobolds was "Kobold Stone Murlocs." They were failed Titan creations. Initially, the Titans created the Stone Murlocs, but later found that their functions could not meet their needs, so they buried the Stone Murlocs underground.
Subsequently, the Titans learned from their mistakes and created the earthen, which were the prototypes of the dwarves.
What made Galen laugh and cry was a guess.
Kobold Stone Murlocs liked to dig holes, and kobolds also liked to dig holes. Stone Murlocs had simple language and could cast simple spells, and similarly, kobolds could also speak simple language and cast simple spells. There was usually only one leader in a Stone Murloc group, and similarly, there was only one leader in a kobold group.
So many similarities led many later scholars to believe that kobolds were likely evolved from Stone Murlocs after being buried underground and subjected to the Curse of Flesh.
Using kobolds to fight Kobold Stone Murlocs was quite ingenious.
However, the gnomes' originally tragic fate had already been changed by him. In the original timeline, their city suffered many deaths due to the Stone Murloc chaos. Later, the ambitious Sicco Thermaplugg attempted to become king, luring the High Tinker to use a radiation weapon, resulting in a large number of gnomes turning into leper gnomes in the radiation.
The High Tinker not only lost a large number of his people but also lost their city, becoming a marginal race of the Alliance, only able to stay in the rear and build airplanes and repair tanks. If their numbers were sufficient, forming a nearly modern air-land integrated mechanical legion would be absolutely shocking.
They were natural pilots and crew members. Galen helped them defeat the Stone Murlocs and took away Sicco Thermaplugg, thereby changing the fate of the gnome race, in order to reduce unnecessary losses and preserve more gnomes.
Galen readily allowed Flintlocke to select three thousand strong kobold warriors to go to the gnomes' main city. At the same time, he briefly discussed the feasibility of an above-ground railway track with the High Tinker and agreed on the creation of a model.
After finishing these chores, Galen went to the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas to find Sylvanas.
Windrunner Village, Windrunner Spire, Galen saw Sylvanas, whom he had been thinking about day and night.
At this time, the Queen was practicing her archery under the tower.
Galen was a little strange when he first arrived. With Sylvanas' strength, she no longer needed this kind of ordinary target practice. What was going on today?
It wasn't until Galen got closer that he noticed the cool-looking longbow in Sylvanas' hand.
This was a weapon full of high elf style. The bow was covered with exquisite patterns, and at both ends of the war bow were two crystal blades emitting blue light, which could be used to attack enemies in close combat.
Galen also recognized this war bow: Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury!
Thori'dal, which means Fury of the Stars in the high elf language, is why this artifact is also called Fury of the Stars x2 by millions of grand lords.
Even in the magical kingdom, this bow was one of the few artifacts of the high elf race!
It is said that Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury, was passed down from ancient times. At that time, it was the weapon of Dath'Remar Sunstrider, a great noble of the high elves who possessed the Sunwell. The first Sun King carried it across the ocean, and later it was passed down through the Sunstrider family.
It's just that later, the Sunstrider family never produced an all-rounder like Dath'Remar, who could pull the Fury of the Stars longbow from a distance, wield the Quel'dorei Golden Staff to cast invincible flames at medium range, and use the Flames of Azzinoth longsword to slay enemies' heads in close combat.
Therefore, Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury, was collected by the royal family and soaked in the Sunwell for thousands of years. Now, because of the Windrunner's military exploits, this artifact has reappeared.
"Sylvanas!"
Galen called out to his lover from afar. Sylvanas was too engrossed in familiarizing herself with her new weapon to notice Galen's approach.
Sylvanas heard the familiar voice and stopped the action in her hand. A magical arrow that was about to take shape dissipated in the air.
She turned her head and saw Galen, whom she had been thinking about day and night. With a few flashes and jumps, she came to her lover's side.
The two embraced each other, then kissed each other.
Time stood still at this moment!
The azure sea, the towering Windrunner Tower, the golden sunset, and a loving couple formed a beautiful picture.
Windrunner Spire is a tall tower located on a cliff on the west coast of Quel'Thalas. It is a giant lighthouse built by the Windrunner family, and the Windrunner family's core territory, Windrunner Village, is located just north of the tower.
Since the two reunited, Galen and Sylvanas had been spending their days at Windrunner Spire, lost in their own little world for over half a month.
This was the happiest time they had spent together since establishing their relationship. There was no war, no killing, only the sweetness between lovers.
During this time, Galen also tried out Sylvanas's new weapon.
In Galen's previous life, this was the first ranged weapon that didn't require ammunition. Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury, was extremely difficult to obtain and held a very high status. Acquiring it was equivalent to achieving a glorious feat.
Galen held the longbow in his hand, feeling the powerful magic contained within the weapon. The energy of the Sunwell flowed through Thori'dal's bow.
Whoosh!
A silver-white magic arrow quickly condensed and shot out, hitting a flying seagull in the distant sky, which exploded into a cloud of bloody feathers.
Just as Galen was about to marvel at what a good bow it was, an uninvited guest arrived at Windrunner Spire, disturbing Galen and Sylvanas's private time.
This was a high elf girl who shared seven similarities with Sylvanas and Alleria. Her blue leather armor clung tightly to her explosive figure, and her lithe movements allowed her to ride steadily on a strider. Her silver-white hair fluttered in the sea breeze.
But the most eye-catching thing was the longbow she carried on her back!
Magnificent, beautiful, passionate.
This was Galen's first impression of this weapon. Lively patterns covered every corner of the bow. It was compact, rhythmic, and dazzling. The emblems of flames and phoenixes at the handguard were full of flamboyant dynamism.
Although this bow was so gorgeous and delicate, its overall sense was not destroyed in the slightest! This mainly came from the crescent-shaped protrusions at both ends of the bow, which concealed the original winding and trivial parts of the bow, shifting people's attention. When people saw this bow, they were first attracted by its semi-circular, simple, and elegant overall effect, and then they paid attention to its details. The two ends connecting the bowstring, like unfolded wings, added to the overall aura and tension.
Quel'Thalas Golden Bow!
The visitor was none other than the youngest of the Windrunner sisters: Vereesa Windrunner.
"Oh, my! Second sister, I was wondering why you've been staying at Windrunner Spire for a month. So your lover is here! Humph!"
Vereesa nimbly flipped off the strider's back. Seeing Galen holding her second sister's newly acquired artifact longbow, she instantly guessed Galen's identity.
"Are you Galen? That human prince from Stromgarde, my second sister's boyfriend?"
Vereesa circled Galen, carefully sizing him up. A strong physique, a tough and resolute face, coupled with a slightly increased strength that had broken through two meters in height, at least he looked pleasing to the eye.
"Hello, Vereesa, I am Galen Torelbane, Sylvanas's boyfriend. Nice to meet you."
Galen returned the Stars' Fury to the somewhat blushing Sylvanas and greeted Vereesa generously.
Vereesa's playful eyes were mischievous as she looked at her blushing second sister. This was a rare opportunity.
"Second brother-in-law, when are you and my second sister getting married?"
Hearing this, Sylvanas lowered her head even further. It was already embarrassing enough to have her secret date exposed, and now her little sister was adding insult to injury!
"Haha, I will propose to Sylvanas at the right time, and I will give the Windrunner family a generous gift."
Embarrassment didn't exist for Galen. Although he wasn't a social butterfly, he couldn't be timid in the face of this lively and playful girl. Although Sylvanas lowered her head with a blush, her ears perked up.
This was a test, a test!
Afterward, Galen presented the greeting gift he had prepared long ago: a full set of dragonscale armor, a cloak, and two bags of dragon tooth armor-piercing arrows!
These were all epic-level weapons and equipment.
Vereesa accepted Galen's greeting gift with a smile, and her eyes looked much more pleasing to Galen. Although the high elves were a nation of magic, the Windrunner family was a family of rangers, and magical equipment was also in short supply in their family, especially since Vereesa was the third child, and her mother and two older sisters were stronger than her, so good equipment was not available to her.
Vereesa, who originally only had a golden bow to show off, instantly upgraded her equipment. Her environmentally friendly gear graduated directly to the P1P2 stage.
"Second sister, I miss little brother. When will he be back?"
The year-long war between the high elves and the Amani trolls had ended three months ago.
Due to the forest trolls losing the support of the three large troll tribes, the Witherbark Tribe, the Evilbranch Tribe, and the Darkpine Tribe, under Galen's attacks, Zul'jin in Zul'Aman was unable to support himself alone. Even with the support of the Zandalari trolls, he ultimately ended in failure.
The Amani were defeated, and Zul'jin led the trolls to break through into the mountains. Under Kael'thas's leadership, the high elves burned Zul'Aman to the ground and triumphantly returned to Silvermoon City.
Then there was a grand celebration banquet to reward the meritorious officials.
This time, the Sunstriders also invested heavily and took out their treasures of thousands of years.
In addition to Sylvanas obtaining the best Stars' Fury, Vereesa's Quel'Thalas Golden Bow, Alexos obtained the Shattered Barrier, Liadrin obtained the High Elf Hymnal, and Rommath replaced the Archmage's Torrent Staff.
"Lirath?"
Sylvanas was stunned. To be honest, since sending her younger brother to Minas Tirith to receive special training, the war had preoccupied all her energy. She only wanted to exchange for Stars' Fury to increase her strength. Later, after the war ended, she was busy familiarizing herself with her new weapon. It wasn't easy to get used to it when Galen came, and naturally she forgot about her younger brother.
"Lirath has already broken through to the ninth rank, which can be described as rapid progress!" Galen opened his mouth to relieve Sylvanas's embarrassment.
"So fast!"
Vereesa looked surprised!
High elves are not considered adults until they are over a hundred years old, and their long lives allow them not to compete for time like short-lived species like humans. Therefore, their pace of life is quite slow. Even Prince Kael'thas, who is known as the highest talent of high elves in thousands of years, only achieved the strength of a legendary mage in his youth at the age of three hundred.
And Lirath, the male of the Windrunner family, had only cultivated to the intermediate level at the age of two hundred.
Vereesa would never have imagined that her younger brother had only been sent to Minas Tirith for a year, and his cultivation speed had caught up with the progress of the previous hundred years?
Vereesa only wanted to know what magic Minas Tirith had?
Facing Vereesa's questioning, Galen thought, 'You wouldn't want to know.'
The training camp of Minas Tirith was initially established to cultivate Paladin candidates.
What is the greatest advantage of a Paladin?
To be able to fight, to be able to tank, to be able to heal!
Therefore, the training camp instructors had only one purpose: to teach with the most severe educational methods, beating them to death.
Varian, Callan, Go'el, and Med'an, every single one of them experienced tempering in the training camp.
Moreover, the name of the training camp has spread throughout the entire Eastern Continent. Galen heard that his old buddies Tirion and Alexandros were preparing to send their children over.
In addition to instructor teaching, there were also confrontation training sessions between students. During sparring, they showed no mercy with real swords and guns. In one-on-one student sparring, if you wanted to suffer less and get beaten fewer times, you had to work hard to improve your rank. Adhering to the principle that as long as your strength exceeds your opponent, the one being beaten won't be me, Lirath's strength, who had some talent, rose like a rocket.
"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, can I also enter the training camp?" Vereesa was a little tempted. Before, when she was at Farstrider Academy, she was a genius girl. After successfully graduating, she was given special training by her sisters, and her strength broke through to the peak of the high rank. She also wanted to become a legendary master like her eldest and second sisters as soon as possible!
In that case, counting her own mother, the Windrunner family would have four legends, which would definitely be worthy of being called Quel'Thalas's number one wealthy family.
"The highest strength of the training camp instructors is only high rank. There is nothing they can teach you anymore, Vereesa."
A "brother-in-law" almost made Galen lose his way, while Vereesa was suppressed back by Sylvanas, who was embarrassed and angry. She had recovered from her shyness and began to exude the majesty of being the second sister.
"What, little sister, are you still not satisfied with having your sister help you with special training!"
Sylvanas pinched her little sister's cheek with some dissatisfaction. Could it be that her strength was not as good as those instructors?
Vereesa made a grimacing expression of pain, and then Sylvanas lovingly rubbed her little sister's face.
What a scene of sisters playing around! Galen almost wanted to go back and find a queen for his old father to give birth to a younger brother and sister to play with.
"Brother-in-law, what is your current strength? Who is more powerful compared to the second sister?" Vereesa asked curiously. With her strength, she couldn't sense Galen's strength after he restrained his aura, but she understood her sister. If he couldn't conquer her strong second sister in terms of strength, it would be impossible to capture her heart!
It can be said that the three sisters' views on choosing a partner are surprisingly consistent.
"Not long ago, I just broke through to the legendary level, only one step away from the peak!" Galen said this calmly, with a calm face.
"Wow! Brother-in-law, you are so awesome!"
Vereesa clapped her hands and praised, cheering.
"Your eldest and second sisters are also very strong. I have relied on them to win many battles with them."
Sylvanas glared at Galen, indicating that she didn't need him to boast.
After Vereesa learned that her brother-in-law's strength had broken through so quickly, she felt a sense of urgency. In the days that followed, she didn't care whether it would disturb her second sister and Galen's world. Basically, she would come over every morning to seek special training from her second sister.
Galen, who was disturbed by morning exercises, was very helpless, and Sylvanas also expressed her helplessness. She couldn't just leave her sister and disappear, right?
In the end, Galen saw that there were only a few days left in the one-month deadline, and it happened to be within Quel'Thalas, so he thought of his good buddy Kael'thas, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
A request for a private visit from a friend was sent to Silvermoon City, and Galen was personally received by Kael'thas at the Sunstrider Royal Court.
"Galen, you kid, your strength has improved again without making a sound!"
Kael'thas looked envious, jealous, and hateful. Since he met Galen, he was persuaded by his world crisis theory and changed his previous slow cultivation attitude of high elves, accelerated his own cultivation, and the seven weapons in his vision have all been completed, only the final enchantment is left to form combat power!
"Aren't your seven artifacts about to take shape too!" Mutual commercial flattery, Galen is very familiar with it.
Today's Kael'thas is already close to the height he reached in Tempest Keep in his later years. The seven semi-divine artifacts that can attack and defend autonomously, coupled with A'dal's assistance and his own legendary intermediate strength, he can rank in the top ten among the mortals of Azeroth.
It's just that Kael'thas said with a complicated expression after listening to Galen's mutual praise: "Galen, being in the same era as you is our luck and our sorrow."
In Galen's opinion, this was a compliment, meaning that I am so awesome that I have covered up his brilliance?
Ah ha ha ha.
"Kael, if you say that, I will be proud!" Galen was already proud, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but start to rise.
"It was you who broke my pride. Whether it is strength, vision, or even military strategy, I am not as good as you." High elves are arrogant. Even Kael'thas's polite aristocratic etiquette is based on this arrogance. He is an elven prince who can be used as a pride anima extractor even after death.
"You are my mentor and friend."
This evaluation is very high. If Galen didn't already have Sylvanas, he might have been bent on the spot!
"Kael, stop praising me, take me to visit Quel'Thalas." Galen changed the subject. This time, he originally came to pass the time, and it happened that he had never really visited the territory of the high elves in reality.
"My father went to inspect the Sunwell and has not returned. Today, I will take you to visit it properly."
Silvermoon City occupies the entire northern border of Eversong Woods. In terms of land area, it exceeds the sum of human kingdoms such as Stromgarde, Lordaeron, Alterac, and Gilneas.
Half of Silvermoon City in later generations was destroyed by the Scourge, leaving only the East District still huge.
Eighty percent of the high elves live here. Alchemy workshops, enchantment workshops, and magic shops are all available. Compared with Silvermoon City, Dalaran is like a village grocery store and a large shopping mall.
It took Kael'thas three days to take Galen to visit the Sunstrider Royal Court Garden, Farstrider Square, Royal Trade District, and Elder's Promenade in Silvermoon City.
On the fourth day, they came to Sunstrider Isle.
Here, there is the Farstrider Academy, a talent training base belonging to the royal family. Every high elf who swears to serve the Sunstrider Royal Court must receive introductory training at the Sunspire. At the same time, in order to commemorate history, the Dath'Remar Shrine on the island is also a holy place for high elves to travel and sightsee.
In his previous life, benefiting from the extremely high attractiveness of the Blood Elf race, Galen had more than once manipulated his Blood Elf character to walk from the Sunspire on Quel'Danas Isle to the Windrunner Spire, and then from the Silvermoon City ruins through to the Death Scar formed by the undead Scourge.
Led by Kael'thas, the two rode two striders across a large bridge and entered Quel'Danas Isle.
It is worth mentioning that Kael'thas's strider was pure white except for its abdomen, with bright feathers, while Galen's was purplish-red, with a steady gait but obviously not as magnificent as Kael'thas's white strider.
Galen somewhat regretted leaving Woody and Rookh in Draenor, otherwise he would definitely have shown off his mount in front of Kael'thas.
"Kael, do you have a girl you admire?" Galen, feeling like his father was always urging him to marry, couldn't help but want to complain to Kael'thas.
"Not yet. I have spent the first half of my life with arcane magic, and I haven't met a lady who can make my heart flutter. Perhaps in the near future, my father will arrange for an excellent noble girl to marry me."
"Even if you've never met?" Galen retorted.
"Hey, Galen, it seems you don't understand us High Elves. Our entire kingdom has less than a million people, and there are only so many nobles. There are even fewer around five hundred years old. Our long lives will allow us to meet inadvertently, so there is no such thing as never having met."
Kael'thas's body swayed with the movement of the white chicken, appearing quite elegant, and he didn't seem to reject this kind of political marriage.
"Aha, Kael, you are so open-minded. Do you want me to introduce you to some human girls? What about Jaina? Or Ilucia?" Galen asked with ill intentions.
Galen then remembered a rumor that had circulated in his previous life, that Kael'thas and Arthas had both fallen in love with the then-rising star of magic, Jaina, and that the prince of the strongest human kingdom, Lordaeron, and the prince of the High Elf kingdom, Quel'Thalas, had competed fiercely for her, with Kael'thas ultimately losing.
"Jaina and Ilucia? Two female apprentices of Gandalf?" Kael'thas asked rhetorically, "Jaina's talent is the highest I've ever seen in a human, almost comparable to Archmage Antonidas of Dalaran. Decades ago, Antonidas, at the age of twelve, published a magical paper on time that shocked the magical world."
"Although the overall magical talent of humans is not as good as ours, the elites among you should not be underestimated!"
Huh?
How did Kael'thas go off track?
Must pull him back.
"Jaina is still young now, but in a few years she will definitely be a beauty. Plus her outstanding talent, she will definitely be a legendary-tier combat force in the future. Have you considered it?"
Compared to Jaina, Ilucia's talent is mainly in illusion magic, and her combat power is not as good as Jaina's, who specializes in evocation.
"Galen, with the pride of the High Elves, they will hardly accept a mixed-blood half-elf as the heir to the throne. Therefore, my future queen can only be from the High Elf race."
Galen was stunned. To be honest, he had never cared about bloodlines. In his previous life, the West always used bloodlines to judge heroes. Galen didn't care about that at the time. Which of the surnames passed down from our great China isn't descended from royalty?
"So there are quite a few racialists among the High Elves?" This is truly a useless pride.
"Not only among us High Elves, but also among many nobles in your human race." Kael'thas paused, then continued, "Galen, I have long heard about your affair with Sylvanas. Although I regret that our High Elf kingdom will lose an excellent ranger-general in the future, I sincerely wish you well."
"It's just that you need to start early to clear out the stubborn elements in Stromgarde and give your children a bright future."
Faced with Kael'thas's suggestion, Galen didn't take it seriously. With the resources he had at hand, plus his and Sylvanas's talents, their offspring would never be bad. As long as they had strength, they could defeat all who were unconvinced.
Moreover, in Stromgarde, no nobles would dare to criticize Galen indiscriminately. The grass on the grave of the last person who did so was already more than three feet tall.
Unconsciously, they had already traveled from the southeast of Quel'Danas Isle to the northwest.
"Galen, ahead is the ancestral home of our Sunstrider family, the location of Dath'Remar's Spirit Cage."
The spirit cage of the first Sun King, placed on Quel'Danas Isle, is a famous historical site of the High Elf kingdom. Almost every High Elf has come here to pay homage to this great man who established the kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
"Let's go, Galen, I'll take you in!"
The two dismounted their striders and entered the square where the spirit cage was located on foot.
Because the prince was personally leading the way, the guards in the square did not check Galen, a foreigner.
Dath'Remar Sunstrider, leader of the Highborne, creator of the kingdom of Quel'Thalas, founder of the Quel'dorei lineage, ancestor of the Sunstrider family.
Even those who don't know who Dath'Remar is can tell from the many titles that he was the founding emperor of Quel'Thalas, leading the Kaldorei nobles exiled by Malfurion to the Eastern Kingdoms to establish their own kingdom, and changing the race name Kaldorei to Quel'dorei.
Galen came to the inscription in front of the spirit cage, read it, and respectfully bowed. He was full of respect for the great deceased, especially since Galen was a loyal Blood Elf fan.
At this moment, a prompt popped up in Galen's mind: "Legendary peak spirit found, collect it?"
Galen's heart was shocked. Oh my goodness, what's going on?
Moreover, in this Dath'Remar spirit cage, with such a high-quality spirit, Galen could guess who it would be with his toes.
Suppressing his pounding heart, Galen pretended to be calm and wandered around the square, while issuing the command to collect.
A uniquely shaped elf floated out from the center of the spirit cage. He had reddish-brown hair with golden streaks, and his figure was not as slender as Kael'thas and the others, who had the unique characteristics of High Elves, but rather as tall and strong as a Night Elf, while his face was exquisite and handsome, without the ruggedness and roughness of Night Elves.
"Galen, what are you looking at?"
The spirit slowly rose into the air and disappeared. Galen still maintained the action of staring at the sky, attracting Kael'thas's attention.
"Haha, it's nothing, just marveling at how blue the sky of your High Elf kingdom is."
"Is it? Why do I feel that it is not much different from what I saw in Dalaran?"
"Don't worry about these details, let's go visit the Felo'melorn Academy!"
Galen had absolutely no interest in visiting the Falserine Academy. It was just a training camp for novices, at most equivalent to a nine-year compulsory education level school, and mostly filled with aristocratic children.
Thousands of years ago, it might have been a super academy renowned throughout Quel'Thalas, but now it only trains wastrels like Lireas. Vereesa, for example, hastily graduated and followed Sylvanas for special training, while Lireas was forcibly taken to Silvermoon City.
However, Galen felt guilty. Leaving so abruptly would be too strange, so he had to patiently accompany Kael'thas on a tour for another afternoon.
In truth, Galen came to Silvermoon City with his own purposes. Even if it were boring, watching Sylvanas and his little sister Vereesa train would be a treat, so why bother hanging out with Kael?
It had been a year and a half since the base was upgraded to a Level 4 Royal City, and the icon for the fourth hero of the Altar of Kings had also been unlocked. All that was needed was the fusion of a High Elf spirit to perform the summoning!
Galen ran to Silvermoon City to see if Kael'thas had any other relatives besides his father.
Grayprop's dark forces had failed to extend their reach into Quel'Thalas, so Galen had to make a trip himself.
When he first obtained the Heart of Origin, Galen had considered targeting Kael'thas's father, but as his relationship with Kael'thas improved, he abandoned the idea and instead sought out the Sunstrider's collateral bloodline.
Galen knew of a branch named Lianda, a Sunstrider without the right to inherit the throne, whose bloodline was so diluted that even their hair no longer had the golden color of their ancestors.
Who would have thought that he would have an unexpected gain? Not only did he obtain the spirit of the Sunstrider family, but it was also the most badass one among them.
This was not surprising. At least Galen knew that Emperor Thoradin's remnant soul was still trapped somewhere in the Tirisfal Glades. If Emperor Thoradin could become a soul entity, it was even less surprising for High Elves, a race with full arcane affinity.
Originally, Kael'thas wanted Galen to stay for another day to wait for his father's return, but Galen dared not wait and returned to Windrunner Spire overnight, then bid farewell to Sylvanas.
As a High Elf Ranger-General serving in Silvermoon City, she bore the responsibility of guarding the homeland. Therefore, Sylvanas could not go wherever she wanted like her eldest sister. Her biggest goal now was to bring her younger siblings out. Only after they could stand on their own would she feel at ease being with Galen.
Upon returning to Silvermoon City, Galen summoned his newly acquired hero at the first opportunity.
The spirit of Dath'Remar stood at two meters and sixty centimeters tall. Apart from Prophet Velen, Galen had never seen anyone taller, but so far, Galen had not been in contact with the leaders of the Night Elves, and did not know their height situation.
"Galen, we finally meet again!" Unexpectedly, the spirit of Dath'Remar spoke first.
"You've seen me?" Galen began to rack his brains, thinking about what was going on.
"Galen Trollbane, Lord of the Crusade, Lord of the Holy Light, King of Draenor, you hid yourself very well back then!"
These few words made Galen's mind race.
At least Dath'Remar had seen him, but he was sure that he had never seen Dath'Remar before.
However, in Azeroth, a world with beings like the Bronze Dragons, some things might make sense.
As the saying goes: When in doubt, quantum mechanics; if it can't be explained, time travel; if the scope is not enough, parallel universe; if the laws are insufficient, higher-dimensional human race.
Galen said that he had a big heart, and believed that existence is reasonable. The existence of the Heart of Origin had long allowed him to open his mind to the maximum.
"I've seen you? Ten thousand years ago? I participated in the War of the Ancients?"
Although it was a three-part question, Galen's tone was quite certain.
"…"
Dath'Remar was silent.
Galen was puzzled. In principle, the spirits collected by the Heart of Origin should have loyalty to their master as their first law. Facing his questions, he should not be silent, and should be as forthcoming as possible.
"Huh?"
Galen was about to issue another command, digging to the bottom of the matter.
"Galen, I will obey your initial instructions. You will know many things in the future. Now, I will fulfill my promise and become a hero under your command!"
Now Galen was certain that he had traveled to the past and met Dath'Remar, and that they should have had quite a bit of interaction. At least he should have helped this first Sun King.
No longer thinking about it, it was always a good thing to have an extra combat force, and the upper limit of the strength of the heroes of the Altar of Kings after the Level 4 Royal City was the peak of Legend. In the future, upgrading to Level 5 at least could break through to demigod.
With the existence of four demigods, plus the Golden Dragon trio and the four elemental kings of Draenor, Galen could establish the Crusade Divine System in Azeroth, in addition to the Guardian Divine System, the Wild Gods Divine System, and the Troll Beast Loa Divine System.
"Dath'Remar, perhaps we know each other, and our relationship should be good, so I can't trick a friend. I have to tell you that becoming a hero under my command will allow you to regain your physical body, and even break through the shackles of mortals in the future and achieve demigod status, but you will lose your memories of your previous life. The new you is not you."
Galen earnestly told Dath'Remar the details. There were plenty of spirits needed to summon a Blood Mage, but Dath'Remar's spirit was unique. This fierce man who had experienced the War of the Ancients was brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant, yet cunning, agile, cold, and proud, especially since he was also a king with rich political experience.
Galen did not want to use military force to unify the human kingdoms, so Dath'Remar, with his rich experience, was a treasure to have! Terenas, that old fox, was simply a small fry compared to him!
At this time, Dath'Remar's spirit raised his right hand and handed Galen a purple, glowing energy body.
"This is a fragment of my soul. Back then, you helped me split this part of my soul from my body. I will store my memories of the past ten thousand years in this fragment. When I am reborn, please, old friend, give me the soul fragment to merge, and I will be able to restore my previous memories!"
Damn!
This plan is so familiar! I must have seen it somewhere, and I must have come up with this plan!
Dath'Remar, you are so shameless, how dare you take credit?
Galen was convinced, or rather, Galen was convinced by his future self. To be able to come up with such a brainy plan, my genius knows no bounds!
Heart of Origin and issued the command to summon a Blood Mage!
The four heroes of the human base are finally about to be complete!