Netherspite never imagined that one day he would become a figure like Kumārajīva, a standard for testing experts.
"Now that you are all ready, let's begin!"
After speaking, Nozdormu shared a memory with Galen and the others, a record he made while traveling through the timeways, detailing the main events of the War of the Ancients.
"The events I have recorded are all important events in the War of the Ancients, and they are also the main points you should focus on after going to the past, to prevent the Infinite Dragonflight from changing them!"
"Also, be aware that the main leaders of the current night elf race, Tyrande, Malfurion, and Maiev, cannot die, and Queen Azshara cannot die either!"
Galen nodded. This was the mission: to assist the night elves in winning the War of the Ancients, while ensuring the survival of several important figures.
Dying means failure, right?
This isn't a game. If you fail, you can't just abandon the mission and find the quest giver to re-accept it.
As for Alleria and Sylvanas, they were stunned.
Galen had only mentioned a new adventure in the message, but the two rangers hadn't expected the journey to be so shocking!
That's ten thousand years ago!
Their high elf race hadn't even appeared yet, including the first Sunstrider, Dath'Remar, who was still a night elf noble!
Alleria and Sylvanas suddenly felt that their experiences with Galen were too exciting!
Broxigar, on the other hand, had no reaction. After seeing his daughter and learning that his brother and nephew were safe, he willingly became Galen's follower.
"Understood?" Nozdormu asked one last time.
"Understood."
Galen replied, Broxigar nodded, but the two high elves were still unable to recover from their shock.
This mission was one Galen couldn't afford to fail. The Crusade was now entering a period of rapid development, and if the timeline collapsed, all his efforts would be in vain!
Moreover, going to the past was also an opportunity. Galen was quietly brewing a grand plan!
Nozdormu began to cast his spell. Bronze light surged from his body, and five azure hourglasses appeared, flying into Galen and the others!
"I will open a channel in the timeways. My time magic will take you back to the correct point in time!"
Nozdormu continued to cast his spell, and a channel flickering with sparks appeared, much like a portal from the Supreme Mage lineage.
"Remember! Besides protecting you from being eroded in the timeways, my magic can only allow you to stay in the past for a maximum of five years, otherwise the remaining energy will affect the safety of your return!"
"Go!"
After Nozdormu finished speaking, Galen took the lead and jumped into the time portal, followed by Sylvanas and Alleria, and Broxigar, holding Chris, entered last.
After the five of them had entered, Nozdormu said to Chromie, "Chromie, return to the Caverns of Time during this period and command the Timewalkers and the Bronze Dragonflight to fully strike against all actions of the Infinite Dragonflight!"
After speaking, Nozdormu gave Chromie one of his scales, and then he also entered the timeways. He was going to fully fight against Murozond, the leader of the Infinite Dragonflight, in the timeways!
Galen, in the timeways, only felt like he was traveling through a wide tunnel. Countless rays of light formed different images on the edges of the tunnel, constantly flowing and rotating.
Various scenes once again impacted Galen's mind, scenery, creatures, and even various artifacts.
Galen spotted a tide of green pouring out of the Dark Portal!
He saw Ragnaros drill out of the earth's crust, causing mountains to explode.
He saw trolls surging towards a magnificent city wall in overwhelming numbers.
He saw a strong elf pour a bottle of water into a pool.
He saw a night elf-style fleet swaying in the waves!
Those were all snapshots of historical events!
"Have I ever told you about my Time Machine, sit you down I'll tell you everywhere I've been, ah, ah ah!"
For some reason, a familiar melody suddenly appeared in Galen's mind, and he couldn't help but hum it.
The relaxed atmosphere on Galen's body infected the two high elves beside him, and they waved their arms, catching up with Galen.
Galen saw the arrival of the two women, turned back and smiled at them, then stretched out his hands, grabbing their hands on the left and right.
The scene in the tunnel flowed by, and Galen saw the satyrs with goat horns and hooves fighting against the night elves.
The War of the Satyr!
It should be soon!
He didn't know how long it had been, but a door flickering with sparks appeared on the edge of the tunnel not far away, just like the entrance they had just entered. That was the destination they had to reach!
Any further and it might be the era of the Old Gods and the Titans!
Galen pulled Alleria and Sylvanas, and desperately swam towards the exit, followed by Broxigar holding Chris.
Galen only felt a golden light flashing before his eyes, and his brain was in chaos!
Then he felt a rapid sense of falling.
He quickly pulled the two girls beside him over and held them tightly in his arms, preparing to use his body as a cushion to buffer the impact.
Bang!
Galen broke a branch!
He immediately activated Divine Shield!
Bang!
The ground was smashed into a deep pit, and Galen only felt his back was numb, but fortunately, he was not injured by the protection of the Divine Shield.
Now he felt terrible. He opened his eyes and could only see a dark light. He had to remain still and try to recover from the dizziness in his mind.
Galen only knew that after flying across the eastern and western hemispheres by plane, he needed to adjust to the time difference, but Nozdormu didn't tell him that traveling through time and space also required adjusting to the time difference?
Galen didn't know that it was because they were attacked by Murozond, the leader of the Infinite Dragonflight, when they entered the tunnel exit, and Nozdormu's timely intervention protected them, so they could safely reach their destination?
And they only suffered a little attack from the spacetime turbulence. It was better to have a splitting headache than to get lost in the timeways.
Fortunately, although Galen couldn't see, the Heart of Origin in his mind still showed a map of the surrounding hundred meters, allowing Galen to know that he and the others were temporarily not in danger.
After confirming their safety, Galen fully recovered, but the headache couldn't block Galen's sense of touch. At this time, he only felt softness in his arms and a fragrant scent.
His hands couldn't help but wander up and down, feeling the different tastes.
He could only embrace them left and right under these special circumstances. Before he was sure to convince Sylvanas, he could face a Shura hell at any time.
Unfortunately, Galen hadn't been able to enjoy it for a few minutes before he felt the awakening of the two ladies in his arms.
"Ouch, hiss!"
The Windrunner sisters' actions were similar. They both first restrained Galen's wildly moving hands, then grabbed his wrists. After that, they pinched the soft flesh on his waist with their other hands and twisted hard.
Galen wasn't wearing armor, only elven-style leather armor. The pain in his waist made him release the two sisters, and then he stood up.
As the one with the highest strength, he was the first to return to normal. At this time, he looked around and found that they had been thrown into a forest.
The surrounding area was full of towering green trees, forming a canopy. The forest was full of the breath of life, with birds chirping and bushes rustling. Galen's gaze extended into the distance, where he saw the setting sun and floating colorful clouds in the distant sky.
Even though this place was unbelievably peaceful and beautiful, based on Galen's past experience, it was absolutely unwise to stay in an unfamiliar place for long. Moreover, he remembered that the Night Elf Queen's chief advisor, Xavius, seemed to be able to predict the arrival of suspicious individuals!
In the original timeline, Rhonin and the Red Dragon Korialstrasz only rested in the forest for one night before being captured by Queen Azshara's guard captain the next day.
Galen would not make the same mistake. He had never been captured in his life, and he didn't want to try it. It was too embarrassing.
In short, let's leave this place first.
"Sylvanas, Alleria, are you alright?"
Galen saw the two rangers rub their heads, struggling to support their upper bodies with their arms. Although Galen was below as a meat shield, the two were not injured by the fall from the high altitude. However, the two were rangers, and their mental recovery was a weakness.
Alleria's arms went limp, and she was about to fall face down on the ground. Galen grabbed her shoulder and used his strong hands to half-lift her up and sit her on the ground. Then, Galen did the same to Sylvanas, helping her sit up as well.
In the distance, Broxigar and Cliff were lying motionless on the ground like two dead dogs. If Galen couldn't still sense their presence, he would have almost thought they were dead.
At this time, Galen was very fortunate. It seemed that the main body of the Heart of Origin was in his mind, and those town halls and barracks were just projections of the Heart of Origin.
It's just that Galen is now in the era of ten thousand years ago. In this timeline, the Heart of Origin cannot connect to those base buildings and units ten thousand years later, and cannot pay-to-win to get Gandalf and Aragorn's skills.
It's like Galen has now returned to the time when he first left Stromgarde eight or nine years ago. Apart from the strength he has cultivated, it's like he's returned to before liberation overnight.
Fortunately, the buff from the Power of Kings is still there. Otherwise, without the buff from millions of people, Galen would at most be an epic-level paladin, a high-level warrior, a mid-level mage, and a beginner-level priest.
The high-level warrior was what he trained himself in the first twelve years, the paladin was what he awakened after summoning Aragorn, the priest was self-taught after deepening his understanding of the Holy Light, and the mid-level mage was accumulated unconsciously under the influence of Gandalf, Medivh, and Aegwynn, plus the magic rune constructs left behind by paying-to-win.
This bit of strength is still not enough.
Now he can only hope that Cliff can knock out the Altar of Kings and see if the heroic spirits he collected before are in the altar!
Galen's thoughts were only for a moment, and the movements in his hands did not stop. He took out a bag of water from the Springs of Life from his backpack and gently fed it to Sylvanas.
"Where are we?"
Sylvanas, who had recovered a little, asked Galen.
Galen handed the Springs of Life to Alleria, and then answered Sylvanas' question: "I'm not too sure either, but according to my calculations, we should be in a forest within the territory of the Night Elf Empire."
The surrounding woodland was already lush, blocking the sun, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun. Even a ranger who was good at fighting in the forest would find it difficult to determine the direction.
However, they were most likely near the city of Suramar.
Galen didn't say this. He didn't know if the place where he and others fell was the same as Rhonin and the others.
"Once we recover, we will leave here and explore the surrounding area."
Sylvanas nodded.
Ten thousand years ago, the entire continent was still a single entity, called Kalimdor. The location of the Well of Eternity was in the center of the continent. The sphere of influence of the Night Elf Empire included the central, eastern, and northeastern parts of the continent. Its power was vast. As long as they found traces of civilization, they could determine their location.
Alleria also recovered and handed the remaining Springs of Life to Galen.
Galen got up and went to Broxigar and Cliff, pouring the Springs of Life into them.
Galen rubbed his hands together on the spot and began to create magic bread and magic water sources, distributing them to everyone. Soon, everyone in the team recovered.
"We must leave this place as soon as possible. I always feel like a crisis is approaching!" Galen's expression was quite serious.
"Perhaps we can wait for the moon to rise and determine the cardinal directions based on the moon's position."
Galen nodded, expressing his agreement. No matter how geography and time and space change, Azeroth is still Azeroth. The sun and moon, these celestial bodies, will not change.
After a brief discussion, the group agreed on a plan. After the moon rose, they determined the direction and, at Galen's suggestion, headed southwest towards the distant hills. At dawn, they would climb to the top of the mountain and look out beyond the woodland to see if there were any villages or towns nearby.
Of course, before leaving, Galen threw several mechanical toys on the ground. They transformed into fleas, birds, and rabbits, scattering throughout the forest to monitor the area for Galen.
The extraordinary vision of the high elves was fully demonstrated in the dark woodland at night. The two Windrunners were also the best of the rangers. One scouted ahead, and the other dealt with the footprints and traces left by the team behind.
On their way, they discovered many Night Elf-style traps. This discovery made everyone in the team pleasantly surprised. Man-made traps meant that there was civilization nearby!
It was just that this relaxed atmosphere was broken in the second half of the night.
The mechanical toys that Galen left behind before nightfall discovered many humanoid creatures appearing at the place where they initially fell!
This was a group of cavalry riding sturdy black panthers.
The number was at least three hundred!
Although they were tall and thin, they were obviously warriors, wearing silver-gray armor, high-plumed helmets, and faceplates covering their faces.
They moved nimbly, and their shiny black mounts moved as if on flat ground in the dense forest that even moonlight could hardly penetrate. Moreover, this group of cavalry revealed their silver-white glowing eyes from the gaps in their faceplates. Obviously, the dark environment did not affect their vision.
The cavalry team moved silently, and only occasionally could the sound of the mounts panting or the slight sound of weapons and armor colliding be heard.
They were concentrating on tracking prey!
The leading cavalryman tugged on the reins, commanding the massive Nightsaber beneath him to halt. He then raised a hand, and instantly a ball of blue light illuminated his palm, bathing the surrounding area in its glow.
Nightsabers are considered one of the most ferocious creatures in ancient Kalimdor. No being can escape the swift and merciless attacks of these agile beasts in the forest.
The night elves, recognizing the immense potential of these fierce and agile Nightsabers, domesticated the species as combat mounts. When night elves patrol the borders, well-trained night elf sentinels can maximize their effectiveness.
The Nightsaber cavalry leader held a small crystal in his hand. The energy it emitted dispelled the nearby darkness, and the light illuminated the leader's face, revealing a striking scar that ran from his left eye to the corner of his mouth.
The cavalrymen's gazes all focused on the humanoid crater in the ground.
"Traces left by the target have been discovered."
"They fell from a height of at least ten meters. It seems the target is quite strong!"
The night elf cavalryman with the scarred face analyzed.
The crater was at least thirty centimeters deep in the ground, and the surrounding soil was hard. There was no scent of blood, indicating that the target's body had withstood the force of the impact upon landing and suffered no internal injuries!
"High Commander Savis didn't specify how many suspects there were, but we can't return empty-handed!"
Fear flickered in the eyes of the elf cavalrymen. They feared High Commander Savis, because the Queen's advisor was never lenient with failures, allowing them to slowly die in agony.
And the one who carried out the punishments was Valoren, the very cavalry leader before them. He was the captain of the Queen's Royal Guard.
"There's more than one of them, at least three, and there must be an expert in counter-tracking."
Valoren's eyes gleamed with a cruel smile: "Things are getting interesting. I like prey with the ability to resist, otherwise this hunt would be too boring."
"Listen to my command. Divide the team into three groups. Aside from the north, from which we came, I will personally lead a team to the south. Send one team each to the east and west!"
"As you command, High Commander Valoren!"
The three hundred night elf Nightsaber knights quickly divided into groups and set off in pursuit in their respective directions.
Unbeknownst to them, Galen had watched this scene in its entirety like a silent movie.
He could tell at a glance that the scarred-face night elf was the strongest, and his tracking skills were also the best. The direction he chose happened to be the route Galen and the others were taking!
Heh!
You want to catch me?
You're dreaming!
"Stop!"
Galen called a halt to the advancing party.
"Three hundred night elf Nightsaber cavalrymen appeared at the place where we just landed."
"At their speed, we certainly can't outrun them on foot. At most, we'll be caught by daybreak."
Galen despised the enemy strategically, but he was very wary of these Nightsaber knights tactically.
"We'll split up. Brox, you take Cliff and change direction, heading west. Hide as soon as you find signs of civilization and wait for us."
"Sylvanas, Alleria, the three of us will continue to advance along this direction, drawing them in."
After speaking, Galen took out four return scrolls: "Remember, activate the scroll in the most critical moment. It will bring you to my side!"
"Alright!"
After Brox finished speaking, he picked up Cliff like a chick and placed him on his back. His two strong and thick legs exerted force, and he was about to shoot out like a firecracker.
Crap!
Idiot!
Damn it, you're going to leave a bunch of big footprints. I still have to clean up after you!
Galen was quick-witted and cast a Levitate spell on Brox. Brox, who had lost his footing, almost fell face-first into the mud. Sylvanas and Alleria also understood, activating the power of the wind to balance the orc warrior's body, allowing him to fly steadily into the distance.
"Orcs are excellent at charging into battle, but asking them to use their brains is harder than ascending to heaven!"
Too reckless!
They'll never use their brains when a problem can be solved with muscle.
Auri and Sylv nodded in agreement.
Galen took out three dark red Shadow Cloaks. After putting them on, they concealed their figures, and they continued to advance rapidly to the south.
This time, while concealing most of their tracks, they deliberately left some flaws, such as a broken twig or a trampled blade of grass.
They reserved five parts of their strength when running, not only to lure the night elf knights, but also to have a big fight with them when necessary.
"They're catching up to us! At most, half an hour!"
If Galen and the others' running speed was 1, then the Nightsaber's speed was 2. They caught up with Galen and the others at noon.
"We can't run anymore. We need to rest for a moment in the final moments, and then ambush them!"
Galen was the most tired, after all, he was a paladin known for his strength, and he couldn't compare to the Windrunner ranger lord in terms of long-distance running. He even used the mage's consecutive Blink spells to barely keep up with the two.
"Huff! Huff! Emma, I'm exhausted. After I kill this group of Nightsaber knights, I'll definitely get one as a means of transportation!"
It had been more than ten years since he had run so hard. While running, he had to pay attention to the force under his feet so as not to be too heavy, otherwise it would be difficult for Auri to deal with it later!
"Glug! Glug! Glug!"
A bottle of magic potion went down, quickly recovering the mana he had consumed from excessive use of Blink. Auri and Sylv also jumped onto the tree trunks, sitting cross-legged to eat, drink, and recover their strength.
Before long, a commotion came from the forest. Several forest deer, frightened, began to flee in all directions.
"Speed up, they can't run far! You can't afford High Commander Savis's anger if you don't catch the target!"
Galen vaguely saw the Nightsabers leaping forward with agile steps, lightly and silently. Even though they heard the knights' angry curses, there was still no sound of the Nightsabers running. Their thick pads could minimize the sound of running, making them very suitable for silent attacks!
Hundreds of Nightsaber knights lined up in a row, conducting a carpet-style hunt, intending to cut off the prey's retreat and leave no chance for the enemy.
Auri and Sylv, seeing that they were about to enter their range, took out their new weapons.
These were the new longbows that Galen had specially prepared for them while still in Saint White City!
Alleria's Thas'dorah was fine, at least it was a weapon forged after the High Elves established their nation. It was impossible for Night Elves to recognize it.
But Sylvanas's Wrath of the Stars existed in this era, in the hands of Dath'Remar. Wouldn't being discovered expose their own people?
Fortunately, during their time in Draenor, Galen obtained a large piece of rare Elementium ingot: Deathwing's Iron Jaw.
This large Elementium ingot was tainted with the aura of a demigod, possessing a portion of the Black Dragon Aspect's power. Forging it into weapons and equipment could grant special effects.
For example, Vishanka, Jaw of the Earth, in Alleria's hands, had a chance to inflict fire damage to arrows during ranged attacks.
And Aralasar, Eye of Burning, in Sylvanas's hands, primarily consisted of the Elementium ingot, enhanced with the Flame Core obtained from Molten Core, making its power equally impressive.
Following the example of the two rangers, Galen climbed the large tree in front. The three formed a triangular formation, preparing to ambush the Nightsaber riders.
A dark arrow shot out from the dense forest, striking a Night Elf in the face. The Night Elf knight's visor shattered, and he was knocked off his mount, crashing directly into a large tree behind him with a muffled thud.
"Ambush!"
Then a second arrow struck, killing another Night Elf.
"Ambush!"
The sudden attack caused a slight commotion among the other Night Elves in the forest.
"Everyone spread out! Find cover! Charge forward! Charge!"
Two fatal sneak attacks filled Valen'sen with rage. He quickly determined the direction the arrows came from and spurred his mount to charge towards Galen's position at an even faster speed.
The remaining Night Elf knights, clearly well-coordinated, formed an encirclement.
Sylvanas and Alleria continued to seek targets. Even as the Nightsabers leaped and bounded swiftly among the trees, several Night Elf knights were struck by arrows and fell from their mounts!
Vishanka, Jaw of the Earth, triggered its special effect after several attacks, igniting the Night Elf knight's corpse. Instantly, a raging fire swept through the forest, throwing the remaining knights into complete disarray.
Valen'sen was finally approaching!
He was filled with rage. He had thought it would be a simple capture operation, but he never expected that in just a dozen breaths, nearly ten knights had already been killed or wounded!
Approaching!
With his powerful strength, coupled with the Night Elves' natural talents, he had pinpointed the attacker's location. He decided that while completing Xavius's order, he would subject the attacker to inhumane torture!
Suddenly, from a large tree in front of him, a humanoid creature wrapped in a dark red cloak descended from the sky, a longsword aimed directly at his face!
Valen'sen even felt a faint stinging sensation between his eyebrows!
"An expert!"
"This is an expert!"
Valen'sen was a general who had participated in the war between the Night Elf Empire and the Troll Empire, and fought against the Trolls. He was experienced in combat. Faced with Galen's sudden attack, he reacted instantly.
Valen'sen drew his sword at lightning speed, holding it flat above his head, blocking Galen's powerful overhead chop!
Unfortunately for Valen'sen's Nightsaber, it couldn't withstand such a tremendous force. Its limbs weakened, and its entire abdomen pressed directly against the ground. Its two pairs of sharp front claws struggled to scratch marks on the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed from its mouth and nose. It was clear that it wouldn't survive.
Galen, wielding dual swords, used Bloodthirst, Raging Blow, Whirlwind, Hamstring, and Enrage, unleashing a burst of skills.
Valen'sen, having lost the initiative, could only activate Defensive Stance, attempting to counterattack with Overpower, Mortal Strike, and Colossus Smash.
Although the two fought evenly, the Night Elves were not alone. The other knights, having reacted, quickly surrounded them. Galen even saw that they had prepared a large net in their hands!
They were planning to capture him alive.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The three knights holding the net fell to the ground in response. They were only focused on Galen, forgetting that there were two rangers firing cold arrows in the distance, killing them instantly.
Galen had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a strong wind coming from behind his head!
Galen was shocked!
"There are more behind!"
Galen swung the longsword in his hand backward, severing a section of the net rope.
Taking advantage of this moment, three more knights rushed over on Nightsabers. Just as they were about to swing their weapons, Galen stomped his right foot hard on the ground!
"Thunder Clap!"
Several flashes of lightning flashed through the dense forest. The three knights' movements faltered, and Galen seized the opportunity to behead them all with a Whirlwind!
More knights surrounded him. Galen knew it was time to run. He cast Frost Nova on the spot, freezing the Nightsabers' limbs, used Intimidating Shout to frighten the knights on the Nightsabers' backs, and then used Heroic Leap to jump south, escaping the encirclement of the Night Elf knights.
The limbs of more than a dozen Nightsabers were frozen by the ice, losing their ability to move. Valen'sen forcibly broke free from the ice under his feet and chased after him.
Two arrows flew towards his face. Valen'sen hurriedly blocked!
When his longsword deflected the two arrows, he only had time to see Galen's figure disappear into the dense forest in two consecutive Blink spells.
"Useless! Hurry and chase!"
Valen'sen pulled a Night Elf off his mount and led the remaining knights in pursuit of the direction Galen had disappeared.
But they chased until sunset, and still couldn't find any trace of Galen and the others!
As for Galen and Sylvanas, after leaving the Night Elf pursuers, they directly activated a return scroll with pre-set coordinates on Broxigar, leaving the south.
When they landed, they found Broxigar and the others hiding in a cave.
A bloody smell wafted over. Galen followed the smell and saw a black bear with its head split open, lying motionless in the corner.
Hiss!
What a masterful cuckoo's nest!
"Galen, are you alright?"
Sylvanas lifted her hood and came to Galen, examining him carefully.
Among the three, only Galen had engaged in close combat with the Night Elves, and the leader's gaze alone had put a lot of pressure on the two Windrunners in the shadows.
Both were of Legendary rank, but Valen'sen was at least one level higher than them.
"I'm fine, they didn't hurt me. The blood is all from those Night Elf knights."
Galen waved his hand, indicating that he was fine: "Broxigar, is the area safe?"
"Highlord, there are no signs of habitation within five kilometers, but I saw smoke in the southwest direction at dusk!"
Southwest?
I don't know what place that is, it should still be within the Night Elf Empire.
Galen was afraid that they would run around randomly, running from the Night Elf Empire to the territory of the Zandalari Trolls!
Inside the cave, a blazing bonfire illuminated the surrounding stone walls. After enduring several meals of magic bread, Galen couldn't take it anymore and decided to start a barbecue.
As for the ingredients, there was a readily available large black bear.
At this moment, Galen was diligently grilling four bear paws, while Brox was in charge of grilling four bear legs.
While flipping the ingredients, Galen used mechanical critters to observe the movements on the map, until he saw the three groups of divided night elf cavalry reunite and head towards the northwest.
"Phew!"
Galen breathed a sigh of relief: "The pursuers are gone."
The two windrunners who had returned from patrolling the surroundings also felt relieved: "Who is that night elf with the scar on his face? He gives me a very strong feeling."
"He is Valen'sen , captain of Queen Azshara's guard. He is known for being cold-blooded, ruthless, and insidious, with the strength of a high-level legend!"
Don't be fooled by the fact that Galen seemed evenly matched with him earlier. In reality, Galen had the advantage of surprise. The Shadow Cloak allowed him to hide in the dark forest. Facing a sudden attack from above, Valen'sen reacted quickly, and Galen dared to say that if they fought for another five minutes, he would have been at a disadvantage.
Galen is a paladin. A paladin, to put it bluntly, is a combination of a priest and a warrior. After maxing out the holy light skills, and then maxing out swordsmanship and hammer techniques, a plate-armored priest is formed. However, in this era, he doesn't dare to easily reveal it, at least in the early stages he needs to hide it.
At this time, there should be a large demon from the Burning Legion coming through the portal in Azshara's palace to fight the initial battle. In the original timeline, it was the Hound Master, and later a manifestation of Mannoroth's power also came. The appearance of the holy light will definitely attract their attention. If they launch an empire-wide wanted order at that time, it will be terrible.
Before Chris creates the buildings he wants, Galen doesn't want to make a move that would alert the enemy, so he has been using warrior combat skills to attack.
"Tonight we will rest and reorganize, and tomorrow we will explore towards the southwest."
After Galen finished speaking, he brushed honey on the four bear paws and handed one each to Sylvanas and Alleria.
Galen looked at Brox.
The orc warrior shook his head: "I don't like sweets!"
After saying that, he picked up a front leg and ate it in large bites.
Chris was even more afraid to take the food personally cooked by his big boss, so Galen had to eat two bear paws himself.
After eating and drinking their fill, Galen guarded the first half of the night, and Brox was responsible for the second half.
After dawn, just as everyone was preparing to set off, Galen spoke: "We need to do some disguising!"
"Huh?"
Honestly, Sylvanas and Alleria only knew it was an adventure. Apart from their weapons and equipment, they only brought some wilderness survival tools. As for disguises, they had never thought about it or prepared for it at all.
Galen took out a blood-red orb.
"This is an Orb of Deception. I had Kael'thas specially make it. It can disguise any creature as a night elf."
"Why is there only one?" Alleria asked.
Galen took out two more cans of dye.
"This blue and purple special dye... You high elves evolved from night elves. Apart from being shorter than night elves and having fair skin, there isn't much difference. And you two sisters are taller than most high elves. As long as you change your skin color, you will be genuine night elves!"
"Brox and Chris will stay here and wait for our return."
Alleria and Sylvanas nodded, expressing their approval of Galen's plan.
"You guys go out first. My sister and I will disguise ourselves in the cave." Sylvanas began to chase Galen and the others away.
"Don't peek, or else!" Sylvanas made a downward chopping motion with her hand, which made Galen's lower body tighten!
"You can trust my character, haha."
Galen smiled sheepishly and led Brox and Chris out of the cave.
Just now, he was struggling internally whether to conveniently plant a sentry ward.
If Sylvanas also conveniently launched a flare, wouldn't he be in trouble?
Before long, two purple-skinned elves walked out of the cave. It must be said that purple is a mysterious color. The reason why night elves have purple skin is because they are a branch of trolls, called dark trolls because they like to move in the dark.
Later, they settled around the Well of Eternity and were changed in body shape by arcane energy, their skin changing from the dark blue of dark trolls to the violet color full of arcane energy!
Most mages believe that pure arcane energy is blue. Only those archmages who have cultivated the arcane path to the extreme will discover that when arcane energy is strong to the extreme, it will turn purple!
Dalaran once established an organization called the Violet Eye. In the Netherstorm of Outland, a large number of mana forges extracted arcane energy from the void, and the purple light flowing in those conduits proved this point.
"Well, the skin color is perfect. You still need a bit of facial markings," Galen praised.
"Facial markings?"
The high elves were exiled by the night elves. After they established their own kingdom on the Eastern Continent, they named their race high elves to show that they were not the same race as the night elves.
The most ruthless of them was their royal family. Night elves liked to move at night and worship the moon. Dath'Remar directly named himself Sunstrider, a person who chases the sun, abandoning those beliefs.
Even the top families of the high elves almost all had names related to morning, fire, flame, and sun, such as Fireblade, Firewing, Morningdew, and Flameblade.
With the high-level leaders taking the lead, the high elves completely changed their former customs. The custom of men tattooing their bodies and women tattooing their faces no longer existed.
"Facial markings are a unique decoration for night elf women."
"Let me help you tattoo them!"
As Galen spoke, he took out another bottle of red dye.
"Well, let's do something simple. Sylvanas, I'll tattoo a blade pattern for you."
Saying that, Galen dipped his finger in the red dye and began to doodle on Sylvanas's face. Sylvanas generously let Galen do as he pleased.
Soon, two long facial markings running up and down the eyes took shape.
Well, not bad, the facial markings added a bit of wildness to Sylvanas.
Next is Alleria.
Compared to Sylvanas, Alleria is more attuned to nature, so I'll tattoo a leaf pattern for her.
Galen stood face to face with Alleria, just like he had done with Sylvanas, and his fingers gently slid across the female elf's face.
Alleria's eyes became soft, and she gazed tenderly at Galen.
A warning bell rang in Sylvanas's heart!
Compared to Sylvanas, who had intimate contact with Galen, Alleria felt a little awkward about Galen's closeness and touch, not as natural as Sylvanas when facing Galen.
Especially with her younger sister nearby, and Galen's face almost touching hers, his fingers smudging dye on her face, Alleria couldn't control herself, and Sylvanas caught the fleeting change in her eyes.
"Big sister's eyes look a bit strange. Could it be that she, like me, has fallen for Galen!"
Once the seed of doubt was planted, Sylvanas's mentality became like the man who suspected his neighbor of stealing his axe, seeing everything as suspicious, even when her expression returned to normal upon her sister being observed again.
Sylvanas walked over and stood behind Galen, her right hand forming a claw, aiming for the soft flesh of Galen's waist and pinching it, initiating a spin.
"Ah! Ssss! Ssss!"
Caught off guard, Galen was struck as if by lightning, a mask of pain appearing on his face: "Ah, let go, let go, Sylvanas, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"
"Hmph, that's enough. You didn't spend this much time painting my facial markings. Tell me, do you have your eyes on my big sister!"
Sylvanas said, half-jokingly, with a hint of jealousy, as she loosened her grip.
Alleria's heart skipped a beat, after all, compared to Galen and her younger sister, she was the latecomer, an interloper trying to wedge herself in.
"No, Sylvanas, the blade markings represent sharpness, which suits you, and they're also relatively simple, so it was quick. The leaf markings are more complex, so it took a little longer."
After the restraint on his waist was released, Galen jumped up while rubbing his waist, his flamboyant expression and exaggerated acting making Sylvanas laugh.
Galen had promised to take responsibility, but now was not the time to reveal everything, with Azshara, Xavius, Mannoroth, Archimonde, and Sargeras coming one after another.
Galen felt a lot of pressure.
Only after the War of the Ancients ended, the crisis was resolved, and he received Nozdormu's immortality reward, using it on his father and Sylvanas, would it be the time for romance.
When he confessed to Sylvanas, Galen was actually very confused. His feelings for Sylvanas were a combination of his love from his previous life and the affection that arose from their companionship in war.
As for Alleria, it was because of her wholehearted devotion, being injured for him several times. Perhaps accepting her also had a bit of his own vanity?
Galen felt that as he grew stronger, his mentality was also changing, becoming somewhat unrestrained.
He didn't know if this was good or bad, whether this would become a flaw in his heart, and be exploited by the ancient gods who were good at leading people to depravity in the future?
Galen was lost in thought, letting Sylvanas snatch the dye from his hand and help her big sister complete the filling of the leaf markings within the outline Galen had drawn.
Seeing that their disguise was complete, Galen also activated the Orb of Deception in his hand.
A night elf man about two meters tall appeared in front of Sylvanas and Alleria.
"I think…"
Alleria said with a puzzled expression: "This disguised night elf of yours looks a bit like Prince Kael'thas!"
Sylvanas also became interested. After careful observation, she discovered that Galen's transformation at this time did indeed have a three-point resemblance to Kael'thas in appearance.
"I obtained this magical item from Kael'thas. Perhaps your high elf prince is very narcissistic!"
Galen immediately pinned the label of narcissism on Kael'thas. In reality, what he gave Galen was just an ordinary Quel'dorei Orb, which could only transform into an ordinary high elf, but Galen secretly asked Aegwynn to modify it later!
Aegwynn, according to Galen's request, merged the appearances of Dath'Remar, Anasterian, and Kael'thas, reforging this Orb of Deception.
It was normal for it to be three parts like Dath'Remar and three parts like Kael'thas.
"Prince Kael'thas is a very nice person. How did he end up associating with a bad friend like you…"
Alleria was speechless. She and the prince were elves born in the same century. At least she had never heard any nobles describe the prince as narcissistic. He was truly a gentle elf by nature.
"Ah ha, we cherish each other!"
Galen laughed. Any more talk would expose him. This Orb of Deception he had created was very useful.
"Let's go!"
Galen took the lead, walking forward with the appearance of a night elf. Alleria and Sylvanas exchanged a glance, smiled, and followed.
The dense forest was quiet. After they set off for an hour, the density of the trees began to decrease, becoming sparse.
Soon, they discovered something that did not belong to nature, a huge architectural dome appearing above the distant treetops. That should be where the settlement Brox mentioned was located.
"Who's there? Put your hands and weapons where I can see them!"
Galen and the others were exploring in this direction with the appearance of shadow elves this time, and they had no intention of hiding their tracks, so they swaggered as they approached the building and were quickly discovered by the nearby guards!
Galen and the others stopped on the spot, seeing a female night elf leading a dozen soldiers walking over. When they saw that there were only three people on Galen's side, they breathed a sigh of relief, but their eyes were still wary.
"Hello, we are travelers from Zin-Azshari, lost in the forest."
Galen spoke in pure ancient Darnassian, which Thranduil had imparted to Galen through magic, transferring ancient memories.
The capital accent made the guards relax their vigilance again. The leader of the team said: "Hello, travelers from afar, I am Edie, a sentinel of Naths'laras. Where are you going?"
"Oh! Elune be praised, we actually ran to Naths'laras! Our destination is Suramar!" Galen continued to be a drama queen, putting on a great performance.
"It seems you have strayed from your path. Suramar is to the northeast of here, and it will take at least a day to reach it on a nightsaber!"
The sentinel captain, Edie, saw that they were of the same race, and seeing Galen's attire, he was at least a noble child, so her attitude was quite good, and she even unknowingly gave Galen a lot of information.
Compared to Galen, the two rangers behind him looked bewildered at this time. Listening to their conversation, they felt that they hadn't missed a single word, but the order of the words made the Windrunners collapse.
Quel'dorei originated from ancient Darnassian, and many places are almost completely consistent. Modern Quel'dorei also inherited the expressions of ancient Darnassian.
However, using Darnassian-specific words and phrases to a high elf is quite foolish, and may even be seen as an insult.
After all, the high elves have been separated from the later night elf race for more than six thousand years, and there are still some differences between the two.
Alleria and Sylvanas could only quietly watch Galen perform.