Galen arrived at the Altar of Kings and began to explore the spirits within.
In fact, Galen was very afraid that the Altar of Kings would be empty!
If that were the case, his plan would fail again.
At that time, his mind would also be empty, and he could only rely on his own strength to carefully and cautiously maneuver through history with the Windrunner sisters.
Fortunately, the Altar of Kings was not empty!
Galen breathed a sigh of relief!
Like lottery items, the spirits collected by Galen were all stored in the core of the Heart of Origin in his mind!
The orb of light in Galen's mind was the essence of the Heart of Origin!
Those buildings and combat units were just a manifestation of the Heart of Origin's combat power!
At the Altar of Kings, Galen summoned the core spirit of his plan: Neltharion!
Neltharion's spirit was collected during the Gronn War, after which the Golden Sacred Dragon clan greatly increased in numbers and officially rose to prominence.
Neltharion's spirit had also been hidden by Galen for a long time, and now it was finally coming in handy!
"Neltharion greets his master."
Neltharion transformed into a middle-aged human noble and appeared before Galen. "Thank you, Master, for freeing me from the curse of the Old Gods. In ten thousand years, my mind has never felt so clear!"
The Old God N'Zoth was imprisoned by the Titans deep within Azeroth. He was the most active of the four Old Gods, and Neltharion, as the Guardian of the Earth, was quite close to N'Zoth's prison. In the end, N'Zoth used his incessant whispers to successfully brainwash the Earth Guardian, driving Neltharion to the brink of madness and ultimately corrupting him.
Just imagine, for tens of thousands of years, having someone constantly nagging in your ear, without a moment's rest! It was like trying to murder someone with a spoon!
If Galen were bothered by the whispers of the Old Gods, he probably wouldn't last a year, maybe three to five days, before surrendering and shouting, "Let it be destroyed!"
"Although I want to congratulate you, you will have to experience the War of the Ancients again, witnessing your own fall from a third-person perspective."
Galen's lips curled up, and a hint of mischievous joy flashed in his eyes.
Neltharion: "...?"
"The War of the Ancients? Did Nozdormu send you back ten thousand years ago?" Apart from his powerful strength, Neltharion was also a highly intelligent individual, and he quickly understood the reason.
"That's right, we were sent back ten thousand years by Nozdormu, and we need to ensure that history is not altered."
"Then do you already have a plan?" Neltharion asked. He recalled the cruelty of the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, when he had fallen and betrayed the Five Dragonflights, almost wiping out the Blue Dragonflight.
Now that he was awake, Neltharion only hoped that he could make up for the mistakes he had made.
"Your memories are very useful for our actions. In addition to the Night Elf line, the dragon line is also very important. I need to resurrect you from your spirit state, give you a new body, and infiltrate you into the Dragonflights!"
"But now you need to choose, do you want to continue with the body of a Black Dragon, or a Blue Dragon or a Green Dragon?"
Galen had four dragon eggs in his backpack, two Blue Dragon eggs, one Green Dragon egg, and one Black Dragon egg. Neltharion was also an intellectual, and after his resurrection, the plan for his line would depend entirely on him to formulate, depending on his choice.
"I choose to become a Blue Dragon!" After much deliberation, Neltharion made his choice.
"Very good, let's prepare for the resurrection ceremony later." Galen nodded, as expected.
Neltharion's choice was the same as he had thought, becoming a Blue Dragon offered too many opportunities for manipulation.
However, Galen currently only had a rough idea. He had his eye on the spirits of the almost completely wiped out Blue Dragonflight!
And Neltharion wanted to make up for his mistakes, trying to find a way to restore the Blue Dragonflight's numbers after the end of the War of the Ancients.
Deep in the base, Galen took out a large amount of precious materials from his backpack and placed them one by one according to the positions of the magic circle.
Since Aegwynn researched the magic circle to resurrect Medivh, these magic materials had become a must-have for Galen's reserve materials!
Having watched Aegwynn operate many times, Galen was also very familiar with the magic circle. He took out a Blue Dragon egg and placed it in one of the two cores of the magic circle, and then Neltharion's spirit entered the other core.
Then Galen began to cast the spell, and the magic circle began to draw magic power from Galen's body!
This extraction almost caused a mishap!
When Aegwynn presided over the resurrection magic circle, it looked easy, because she had regained the power of the Guardian, and her body was full of magic power, plus the resurrected creatures were similar to Paltiastraz, whose strength was not as good as hers.
And Galen's magic power value was not as good as Aegwynn's, plus Neltharion was a demigod-level spirit, making the resurrection more difficult!
Galen was almost drained dry!
Fortunately, he had enough magic potions!
He quickly drank a large bottle of magic power recovery potion, and then triggered the magic gems around the magic circle to energize the magic circle together!
The light in the magic circle was bright, and more than half an hour later, Neltharion's figure gradually entered the Blue Dragon egg, and the two merged into one.
The Blue Dragon egg gradually cracked, and a Blue Dragon whelp hatched, looking only the size of a puppy. Then the little Blue Dragon struggled to flap its wings and flew out. Neltharion began to nourish this body with his demigod-level soul.
The Blue Dragon's body slowly grew, from the size of a puppy to the size of an elephant!
"Huh? Not continuing to grow? At most, it's just a Blue Dragon whelp now, right?"
"I can't grow for now, lord."
Neltharion transformed for a while, from a whelp form into a Night Elf male.
"The adult dragons in the Dragonflights are all official members, and they are all familiar faces in front of the Dragon Aspects. I cannot disguise myself. And whelps are the bottom-level soldiers. They are numerous, and even we may not be able to recognize them all."
"Well, you control the degree yourself, I won't interfere too much with your actions."
Galen nodded to show his approval: "You are clear about the process of the War of the Ancients. We need to ensure that the general history is not changed by the Infinite Dragonflight. You can't interfere too much with your original self, otherwise the consequences are difficult to predict. If it affects my previous layout, it won't be good!"
Neltharion nodded: "I understand!"
After the two finished discussing, Galen gave Neltharion a lot of Return Scrolls, as well as a Teleportation Staff, to facilitate their secret meetings.
Neltharion left Dustwallow Marsh and headed north of the continent to find the Dragonflights, while Galen first took Broxigar to the forest near Suramar, and then teleported back to Cenarius's Grove.
Galen quietly returned to Cenarius's grove after finishing everything. Seeing that there was still some time before dawn, he decisively went back to sleep.
He thought he came and went without a trace, without anyone knowing, but in this grove, every plant and tree was the eyes and ears of the demigod of nature.
After Galen lay down in the treehouse and closed his eyes, Cenarius, who was half-reclined in the center of the grove, opened his golden eyes and whispered, "This disciple of mine is truly mysterious!"
Cenarius smiled silently. Not long ago, he sensed that a terrible upheaval was taking place in this world, causing some kind of imbalance, some kind of great change. He traced the source of the change but failed to find the clues he needed, which made him feel uneasy.
It wasn't until the appearance of Galen and the other two that he felt this way again. He didn't expect that the ones he was specifically searching for would come to his door themselves. Cenarius felt that fate was so wonderful.
Malfurion's recommendation led Cenarius to accept Galen as a disciple, and rightfully keep him and the Windrunner sisters to observe these three mysterious souls up close.
In Cenarius's eyes, the upper-class nobles among the night elves have become increasingly arrogant, always coveting things that do not belong to them, interfering everywhere, as if they believe that everything should be decided by them. The nobles' style and governing philosophy have also influenced the lower-class night elf populace.
Galen's talent made Cenarius feel that perhaps this newly accepted disciple of his, like his eldest disciple Malfurion, was the key to changing the entire night elf race!
Malfurion spreads the Druidic teachings among the night elves, and then Galen influences the upper elves, working together to bring the night elves back to the state of awe of nature and harmonious coexistence with nature from thousands of years ago.
Cenarius has been very satisfied with Galen's learning progress during this time, and he has also gained some understanding of his character. He turns a blind eye to some mysteries, as everyone has their secrets. For example, as a demigod of nature, in the eyes of mortals, his origin is also a huge mystery.
Malfurion even believes that he and the Green Dragon Queen are lovers, but in reality, Ysera is just his adoptive mother.
Another peaceful half-month passed, and Malfurion woke up from the Emerald Dream once again, feeling restless.
Several nights passed, and his increasing anxiety was still not relieved. The things he saw in the dream convinced him that the magic in the city of Zin-Azshari was continuing, and if no one took action, the situation would only worsen.
Cenarius's teachings could not calm him down, which affected his instruction of Galen in some Druidic spells.
Galen's initial natural spells had been completed, so he suggested that Malfurion go out for a walk and take them to visit Malfurion's hometown of Suramar, which might be helpful.
Malfurion immediately agreed with this idea. He remembered that figure who haunted his dreams was also in Suramar. Tyrande was cautious and thoughtful, and he should listen to the voices and opinions of different people, which might help him out of his predicament.
Let's go talk to Tyrande!
Once this idea was sparked, it could no longer be suppressed by Malfurion, so he brought Galen to his mentor to propose the idea of traveling.
Cenarius gladly agreed, and at the same time instructed Malfurion, the eldest brother, not to forget to teach Galen the ways of the Druid on the road, and not to let this little brother repeat Illidan's mistakes, which would disappoint them!
Malfurion, remembering his impatient brother who always acted rashly, felt ashamed.
On another note, as Malfurion led Galen and the others to Suramar, Broxigar was already on the outskirts of Suramar City.
According to Galen's plan, he pretended to be accidentally captured.
Afterwards, he was imprisoned in a cage by the city's guardians, the Moon Guard, and placed in the city's central square.
Not far from the square was the Temple of Elune in Suramar City. Tyrande had just finished her prayers for the day, wearing a silver-white novice priest's robe, and walking briskly through the towering marble halls.
At this time, the stars in the night sky were sparse outside the temple, which was the time for the night elves to be active. The cool night breeze made Tyrande feel comfortable and peaceful.
Our novice priest came outside and found that the central square in the distance was full of onlookers, which aroused her curiosity, so she walked down the smooth, snow-white steps and into the crowd.
The priest's robe made the people make way for her. It seemed that in this city of Suramar, the faith in the Moon Goddess was deeply rooted, and the prestige of the Sisters of Elune was very high.
Compared to Zin-Azshari, the political center of the empire, Suramar City, although not as dazzling, was still not to be underestimated.
This was the empire's second-largest city. Looking around, the main square was full of bright and vibrant colors. The shops on the streets had already neatly stacked their dazzling goods, and eye-catching patterns were painted on the facades of the shops. The entire city was brightly lit, and even the flames were leaping with vitality.
The residents of the city were also dressed in colorful clothes, which showed that the common people were wealthy and had broken free from the shackles of basic needs, and began to pursue comfort and beauty in their clothing.
Pushing through the crowd, Tyrande saw the scene in the center of the square: an iron cage made of sturdy steel, about two meters high, containing a green beast that looked very strong and barbaric, occasionally letting out fierce roars, causing the surrounding crowd to burst into exclamations.
"What is this creature?" Tyrande asked the guard responsible for watching over it.
"I don't know, sister," the sentinel holding a spear replied. "During the capture, eight Moon Guards were injured, and finally, General of the City Defense, Melandrus, personally took action to subdue it."
Tyrande had never seen such a creature. It was not a troll, not a pandaren, not a mogu, and certainly not a dwarf. However, Tyrande discovered the beast's frustration hidden deep within its angry expression from the teasing of the surrounding people.
Broxigar felt wronged. He had just received Galen's order to investigate Suramar. This was the first mission he had received after pledging allegiance to the Crusader Grand Lord, so he naturally attached great importance to it.
Years ago, when he was under the command of Warchief Orgrim, although he was more responsible for the safety of the Warchief, he was sometimes responsible for following the blademaster of the Burning Blade to scout the enemy's situation.
Broxigar stated that he was a professional at gathering information.
He just didn't expect that as soon as he crossed the residential area on the outskirts of Suramar, he was discovered by a night elf civilian, and a terrifying and shrill scream resounded throughout the city!
So, he was caught!