Hakkar's eyes gleamed. Originally, at the current rate, even if the portal successfully expanded to its maximum size, he would inevitably be punished after Sargeras arrived. But Galen's appearance gave him hope.
Perhaps he could not only avoid punishment but also receive rewards!
"Your Majesty, let me have this mage. He seems very useful!"
"Oh, dear Envoy, this mage is my newly appointed Prince Galen, my most valued confidant, not like those insignificant figures who can be summoned and dismissed at will."
Queen Azshara covered her lips with her crystal-clear hand and laughed.
Give him to you?
That's impossible. Whoever Galen is under now will receive the greatest credit!
When Sargeras arrives, the rewards will surely be substantial. Azshara sees Galen's value and will not let him go.
Azshara was deeply impressed with Galen from the first moment she saw him.
The way he looked at her was different from others. It was a pure and clear gaze without desire, lacking the lust that she detested. This surprised Queen Azshara greatly.
You should know that among the Highborne elves, including Dath'Remar, all admire her. Even High Advisor Xavius, who is now second only to her, would involuntarily reveal a hint of possessiveness in his eyes when he saw her beauty. Azshara, with her extraordinary strength, had long discovered this.
Azshara had already decided that even if Galen didn't have spatial talent, she would still bestow a title upon Galen, just not the highest level title of prince.
Now that she directly announced the title of prince, besides wanting to value Galen, it also served as a warning.
Recently, Dog King Hakkar and Xavius have been getting too close. There have been rumors that Xavius has defected to the Celestial God and no longer serves Azshara.
As an aggressive ruler, Azshara could not tolerate such a situation. In her opinion, even if she was summoning the Celestial God, she and the Celestial God were still in a cooperative relationship. The two sides were equal, with no subordinate relationship.
Even if she becomes the God-Queen, what's hers is still hers, and what's his is also hers!
That's how domineering she is.
She must let Dog King Hakkar and Xavius know who is the master of the empire. Xavius is a dog she raised, and Dog King Hakkar, when she truly becomes the consort of a god, he will also be a dog, a true Dog King!
"Alright, my newly appointed Prince Galen, let's end here for today. Tomorrow, you can come as the new advisor to guide the mages in closing the external channels connecting to the Well of Eternity!"
With that, Azshara took the lead and left. Dath'Remar and Galen followed, leaving behind only Xavius, who was filled with anger!
Azshara went straight back to her palace, but she asked Vashj to hand over the royal insignia she had used before to Galen, explaining that it was a symbol of his new status.
When Dath'Remar and Galen returned to the family residence, Dath'Remar took the royal insignia from Galen's hand, turning it over and over to admire it.
"Galen, I didn't realize you were so proficient in spatial magic, and you quickly gained the Queen's appreciation and became a prince."
Dath'Remar looked surprised. If Farondis knew about this, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. He knew that his classmate and friend had spent countless years to return to the peak from a declining noble family.
Truly worthy of being the bloodline of my Sunstrider family!
"You should hurry up and contact other nobles. Now that I have become the advisor in charge of the portal, it will only accelerate the Burning Legion's invasion. Once the Burning Legion's power in Zin-Azshari becomes strong enough, they will cleanse the city."
Galen took back the royal insignia. This insignia was in the shape of a silver-white seahorse. Judging from the energy it emitted, it should have been amplified by the waters of the Well of Eternity, barely qualifying as an epic-level magical item. However, Galen valued its symbolic meaning more.
Hmm, if used well, its deterrent power is no less than an imperial decree!
"Why do you want to help them accelerate the transmission if you know the portal is the channel for the Burning Legion's invasion? Wouldn't it be better if we found a chance to destroy it?"
Dath'Remar regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. He once again saw the idiot look on Galen's face.
"Drastically altering history will cause the timeline to enter another branch. If the Night Elf Empire hadn't collapsed because of the Burning Legion, the Sunstrider Dynasty wouldn't have appeared. Wouldn't I disappear then!"
After Galen finished speaking, he immediately showed a look of horror, as if afraid that revealing the future to Dath'Remar would once again attract the Infinite Dragonflight to follow the timeline over.
And Dath'Remar was already stunned!
He could foresee that the Night Elf Empire would collapse. Once the Highborne elves attacked the millions of commoners at the bottom, the two sides would inevitably be opposed. And according to Galen's fragmented information, Queen Azshara and the Burning Legion ultimately lost!
But what did he just hear!
Sunstrider Dynasty!
Our family's surname!
Royalty!
Dath'Remar used all his willpower to try to control his expression and steady his pounding heart!
"Galen, you know the way back, right? I won't accompany you back. I need to speed up the progress of the plan and secretly unite more allies."
"No problem, go ahead!"
Galen watched Dath'Remar disappear from his sight with a few flashes, disappearing around the corner of the palace wall, before dispelling the soundproofing magic he had quietly set up earlier, and then covered his mouth and chuckled.
Dath'Remar, Dath'Remar, those two words "Sunstrider Dynasty" filled you with motivation. It seems you aren't without ideas in your heart!
Azshara lost her deer, and the heroes chased after it.
No problem, Galen also wants to get a piece of the pie.
Afterwards, Galen didn't return to the Sunstrider family's residence immediately, but instead wandered around Zin-Azshari.
Now is the peak time for the night elves to be active, when the moon is at its zenith. The center of the city is the palace, belonging to Queen Azshara. The noble district surrounds the palace. Galen has no interest in contacting a group of fallen nobles. He went directly to the outskirts of the city, which is also the most extensive area: the commoner district, to stroll around the commercial street.
According to Galen's estimation, this city covers at least fifty square kilometers and has a population of one million.
Even more impressive is that Galen has hardly seen any so-called poor people along the way.
With the prosperity of the Night Elf Empire and the powerful energy of the Well of Eternity, they can already ensure that the empire has no strong enemies, and the people have no worries about food and clothing.
However, it is precisely this prosperity and affluence that has led them to lose their drive. The nobles of the Highborne elves have begun to seek excitement, indulging and enjoying themselves in extravagant and flashy ways.
Thinking about it this way, Galen understands a little why Azshara is arrogant enough to think of herself as an ally of the Burning Legion!
On the streets of Xin-Azshari, Galen looked around, resembling a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, but he was merely admiring the unique architecture.
He felt that similar design styles could be found in Darnassus and Silvermoon City in later generations.
The streets were bustling with people, creating a lively atmosphere, and city guards patrolled the streets from time to time.
Galen was breathing in the arcane-filled air of the city, wondering how to explain himself tomorrow.
Clearly, those so-called users of the Well of Eternity's power were the many nobles in the city, whose mage towers could use a certain share of the Well of Eternity's power through special channels and formations.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems that this royal emblem and the prince's identity are not so easy to obtain. If he were truly a proper Highborne elf, offending so many nobles would mean making enemies everywhere, especially that mad dog Xavius, who already sees him as a thorn in his side.
In the end, Galen could only cling tightly to Azshara's thigh and be loyal to her.
It's a pity that Azshara's calculations are useless. Galen will definitely trick her into a bloody loss.
Just as Galen was multitasking, several Highborne elves dressed as nobles galloped down the street on nightsabers, pulling on the reins and slapping them, causing chaos on the street!
"Sigh, these elves are racing on the streets again!"
"It's really troublesome. Although it doesn't matter how many commoners are hurt, it's hard for our city guard to suppress them once they cause trouble!"
"What should we do? Captain?"
"Wait and see, hopefully, they won't cause any bigger trouble!"
Galen heard the whispers of several city guards in the distance and roughly understood what was happening.
Rich kids disregard the rules and speed down the busy streets on nightsabers!
Well, if there were headlines, maybe this could be one, but the title would have to have a big 'Shocking' and a few eye-catching exclamation marks.
"Ah!"
Galen heard a crisp and pleasant exclamation, and then saw a night elf woman knocked to the ground by the first nightsaber, and seeing that the second nightsaber was about to trample over her, an older night elf woman on the side looked terrified: "No! Shandris! Be careful!"
Huh?
Galen was stunned. Could it be such a coincidence?
Shandris?
Could it be the priestess of the moon who fires the moon god's orbital cannon, the future sentinel general?
Regardless, today he will stand up for what is right and draw his sword!
Galen used two consecutive blinks, followed by a heroic leap, landing precisely in front of the fallen night elf girl.
At this time, the nightsaber had already charged over at an extremely fast speed.
Hey, here it comes!
Galen squatted down slightly, his hands open in a gripping posture. At the moment when the nightsaber was close to his face, his right foot stomped hard on the white stone bricks on the ground, and several bright flashes of lightning flickered, instantly slowing down the nightsaber's speed. Then, Galen's hands grabbed the nightsaber's two front limbs like lightning.
Boom!
Galen used his powerful strength to directly flip the nightsaber to the ground!
"Good!"
"Well done!"
These few rich kids have already caused resentment in the city, and everyone is suffering, but they rely on their status as Highborne elf nobles, and the city guards collude with them, so the common people can only swallow their anger.
"Her Majesty is too lenient with these nobles!"
"Today, someone has finally taught them a lesson!"
At this time, the Highborne elf who had been overturned by Galen finally reacted. He had been offended by a commoner?
And he had flipped him to the ground!
A great humiliation!
"Ah! Commoner, how dare you!"
The Highborne elf staggered to his feet. His body, hollowed out by wine and women, looked a little weak, but he still swung the whip in his hand fiercely at Galen!
Humph!
Galen grabbed the long whip, and then pulled hard, directly pulling the Highborne elf over. Then, he grabbed his neck, and his right hand slapped back and forth!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"What are you barking! What are you barking at!"
In less than a dozen slaps, this elf was slapped into a pig's head by Galen. It is estimated that even his mother would not recognize him.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
The remaining Highborne elves saw their companion being beaten and quickly surrounded him on their nightsabers, but Galen's eyes changed, and his murderous aura instantly filled the sky. The nightsabers were just transportation tools tamed by the nobles, not as good as those tamed by the army. Instantly, their limbs went weak, and they all Prone on the ground, and several nobles were so frightened that they fell off their mounts, and their crotches seemed to be wet.
"What are you looking at! Quickly arrest this commoner!"
The leading Highborne elf, the one who had run in first place, noticed the city guards in the distance and tried to summon them to deal with Galen.
"Damn it!"
The city guard captain cursed inwardly and had to bite the bullet and walk over.
"You have committed a crime, quickly give up resistance and come with us!"
Galen looked at the smug expressions of the Highborne elves, as if they were sure of victory.
Hehe!
Today, I'm going to open your eyes.
Galen's mouth curled up slightly, giving the Highborne elf nobles an evil smile.
His right hand took out the royal emblem that had just warmed up in his arms and flashed it in front of the city guards.
More than a dozen city guards instantly knelt on the ground!
The city guard leader hated the noble who had called them over.
Damn, the purple royal emblem!
Besides a few conferred princes, and Lord Ravencrest, not many people have it!
"Alright, get out of here, just pretend you didn't see anything."
"Yes, yes, Your Excellency!"
Seeing the city guards run away in disgrace, the rich kids were dumbfounded.
Hehehe!
Aren't you rich kids? I'll let you know what a real rich kid prince is!
Galen pulled the five of them up, threw them to the street corner, and then his whole body surged with magic power.
Instantly, the five Highborne elves were ice-sealed by Galen with ice pillars.
This was what Galen had comprehended after using ice magic many times, which could freeze enemies in ice, restricting their actions.
Although he really wanted to shout 'Absolute Zero', he still held back in order to maintain the image of a hero saving a damsel in distress.
At this time, Galen finally had time to turn around and observe the fallen night elf.
This was a graceful and beautiful night elf girl, her long, orchid-colored hair scattered over her shoulders, coupled with the shock on her face, making her even more endearing.
Cenarius's woodland.
A great battle had just taken place here, and the ground was covered with the corpses of hellhounds.
Dozens of green treants were cleaning up the woodland; they were plant life recently summoned by Cenarius.
The previous battle was quite dangerous, mainly due to the large difference in numbers, but fortunately, everyone in the woodland was a high-level professional, so overall it was a narrow escape.
Among them, the best performer and the one who killed the most enemies was Broxigar; he alone killed nearly two hundred of the five hundred hellhounds!
Even the fake Gorehowl that Galen had given him was nicked and chipped from all the hacking.
Although Cenarius had the strength of a demigod, he was a demigod whose support abilities were greater than his combat abilities, and he was almost bitten off his hooves by the hellhounds.
Sylvanas and Alleria Windrunner ranked second in the number of enemies killed, and the two of them, covering Broxigar, also killed nearly a hundred hellhounds.
However, the most excited was Malfurion; as Galen had instructed, after connecting his mental power to the Emerald Dream, he kept calling out to the bear spirits Ursoc and Ursol in his mind. Finally, Ursoc responded to his call, and Malfurion successfully transformed into a giant bear!
At this time, Malfurion had not yet Release the bear form state. A brown bear, one and a half meters tall and more than two meters long, was lying on the grass, panting heavily. Around him were scattered more than a dozen hellhounds, all with bite marks and claw tears on their bodies.
"You are a very talented child, Malfurion. I am very pleased that your compatibility with the spirits of nature has deepened once again!"
Cenarius came to Malfurion's side, casually cast a Tranquility to help himself and Malfurion recover from their injuries, and then praised his disciple's talent.
"Actually, I am not the first person to transform into a bear spirit, teacher."
Malfurion struggled to Release the transformation. In a burst of green light, his figure began to shrink, returning to human form.
"Galen was able to transform into a bear spirit on his own several days ago, and I succeeded today only under his guidance!"
"Galen, ah…" Cenarius sighed. "He is also a person with secrets."
"You need to rest for a while, and I will contact a few partners. Only by uniting them can we face a greater crisis."
If the truth was as Broxigar said, he would not be able to solve this matter alone. It would be difficult for him to resist the Burning Legion even if they only sent hellhounds. He needed more allies who were good at fighting.
And he already had targets: the bear spirit brothers Ursoc and Ursol, the wild boar Agamaggan, and the Green Dragonflight, who had a close relationship with him!
"Before that, I want to give some gifts to the warriors, thank you for guarding my woodland!"
Cenarius bestowed blessings upon Sylvanas and Alleria's two longbows. Green light emerged from the longbows, and then they blossomed, and not just with one kind of flower! Little white flowers, little red flowers, and blue mushrooms would emerge…
The Windrunner sisters never dreamed that the flame-based appearance longbows that Galen had painstakingly crafted would be forcibly enchanted with natural magic…
Then there was Broxigar. His fake Gorehowl was basically ruined. After all, Galen was only obsessed with longswords and shields, and didn't care about long-handled weapons and axes. And the bones of the hellhounds were quite hard, so the fake Gorehowl was directly nicked and chipped.
This early imitation from Galen, who knew which corner of the backpack it was found in, was probably just a blacksmith shop technology weapon of level two.
Cenarius found an oak branch, and then used magic to make the branch grow according to Broxigar's imagination. Finally, the branch was shaped into the battle axe that Broxigar was used to, and finally the natural demigod blessed the oak battle axe to make it indestructible!
Finally, Cenarius turned his gaze to his beloved disciple. After some recent events, he had embarked on his own path and found his destiny.
Most importantly, his character was noble, and at the same time he showed extraordinary talent and will, and was able to learn how to control the primal power that exists in all things in nature.
Cenarius was very gratified.
The natural demigod covered the top of Malfurion's head with one of his palms. After an infusion of natural divine power, Malfurion felt that the top of his head was swollen.
The druid suddenly realized that all the natural power that his mentor had poured into him was gathered on the top of his head.
He reached out and scratched the top of his head, and found that there were two small bumps hidden in his hair, which had just grown out.
The power of nature caused him to grow antlers like his respected teacher.
There were two small forks on the bumps, which, combined with his head of green hair, made him look like a little green dragon.
After Cenarius finished all this, he went to summon allies.
Malfurion stayed in the woodland and fell into thought. He was worried about Tyrande and Illidan's situation, and at the same time hoped that Galen could return to Cenarius's woodland safely. He now desperately hoped that someone could discuss it with him and solve his problems.
Obviously, the Windrunner sisters had no intention of talking to him. Apart from fighting, they were only close to Galen, and they remained silent even in the face of Cenarius.
…
To the east of the Well of Eternity was a fortress called Galharra, which and Zin-Azshari served as satellite cities of the capital on either side of the Well of Eternity.
At the same time, this was also the main formation hub where the Highborne mages presided over the portals. At this time, the mages had begun their nocturnal rituals, rearranging the emerald green crystals located on the border.
These special crystals could directly absorb the energy of the Well of Eternity. The mages needed to correspond them to the stars in the sky, which would form a special resonance connection in order to maximize the use of the power of the Well of Eternity.
However, this time, although most of them had been rearranged, the crystals gradually dimmed, even completely blackening.
"Failed again?"
Hound Lord Hakkar roared angrily!
After Azshara took Galen away last night, Hound Lord Hakkar and Xavius made a desperate attempt at a final effort, otherwise, once Galen really relied on his knowledge to make the portal operate at maximum power, the credit would have nothing to do with them!
Xavius immediately ordered the mages under his command to immediately start repeatedly checking the array, but they did not find out where the problem was.
Xavius's face was also very ugly. He could not accept that he had worked so hard for so long, but in the end, Queen Azshara had snatched the credit!
"That damn mage, and the damn Sunstrider family!"
"What should we do?" Xavius asked.
Hound Lord Hakkar looked gloomy. He stared at the portal and finally said unwillingly: "Go and ask that bitch Azshara to send that new prince from yesterday!"
After hearing this, Xavius's face was also so gloomy that water could drip out!
*******
After his audience with Queen Azshara, Galen leisurely rode his Nightsaber, accompanied by Vashj, towards Galharra.
Earlier, in the Eternal Palace, Queen Azshara had both suppressed and praised him, making Galen clearly understand the carrot and stick approach. This was something he had never experienced in his twenty years as a prince of Stromgarde.
To be honest, in these few days in Zin-Azshari, Galen had experienced what it was like to be admired by all. If one disregarded Azshara's unforgivable crime of colluding with the Burning Legion, she single-handedly brought the night elf empire to its peak, creating a country where everyone lived and worked in peace. On this point alone, she truly deserved the respect and admiration of those thousands of night elves.
Unfortunately, like many famous emperors Galen knew, her later muddleheadedness and fondness for grandiose projects were indelible stains.
Azshara was dissatisfied with him for taking action against several nobles for the sake of a night elf commoner, but at the same time, she was very pleased that Galen was at odds with the nobles as soon as he came to power. A talented person without a faction was the emperor's favorite.
After all, a lone minister was the least likely to rebel.
However, how could Galen be the kind of person who obediently listened?
During this time, besides staying in the Sunstrider family, he went to the outer city to find Shandris Feathermoon.
After going there many times, Galen also learned something about her. Due to the existence of the Well of Eternity, night elves had lifespans of thousands of years. For a night elf who came of age at three hundred, the two hundred and eighty-year-old Shandris still needed twenty years to usher in her coming-of-age ceremony.
The Feathermoon family was not a noble family, but it had some strength, running a herbal medicine shop in the city. The night elf woman who was with her that day was her mother.
"Hi! Prince Galen!"
"Haha, it really is him, that Ice Prince!"
"Oh, go tell the Feathermoon girl that her prince has arrived!"
"Don't be silly, that's the Queen's guard. Prince Galen must be here to complete Her Majesty's mission!"
This street was the only way to get out of the city, and it was also where Galen had previously taught the high elf nobles a lesson.
Well, the Feathermoon family's shop was also here.
Because Galen came to find the Feathermoon family's daughter every day, the approachable Galen made the surrounding neighbors feel very good about him. At the same time, they learned some things about Galen from Shandris.
A very talented descendant of a fallen noble family, under the recommendation of the Sunstrider family, received the Queen's appreciation and was exceptionally conferred the title of Prince!
Most importantly, this prince seemed to have taken a liking to little Shandris of the Feathermoon family.
The masses were so gossipy, even the long-lived elves were no exception.
"It seems you are very popular here, Galen." Vashj, who was beside Galen, was also a powerful high-level mage, and she could clearly hear the whispers on the street.
"So-so. I don't have any great advantages. My only advantage is that I'm likable." Galen boasted calmly.
"You are indeed likable. I have never seen Her Majesty the Queen value someone so much, not even High Advisor Xavius has been so favored by you."
Vashj could be considered a witness to Galen's rise. In her eyes, this was simply a meteoric rise.
According to her idea, after entering the upper elf class, the next step should be to make friends with nobles and consolidate his position. As a result, she received the news that Galen had frozen five noble children the night he was promoted.
The most ridiculous thing was that none of the mages from the five noble families could Release the ice created by Galen. In the end, a great mage from the Moon Guard was invited to save them.
After that, the five families united to complain to Queen Azshara, and then Vashj saw Her Majesty the Queen casually dismiss them, and then only gave Galen a few verbal warnings.
"Xavius? In my eyes, he is just a clown who sells his master for glory, with no loyalty at all."
Galen sneered. Xavius, a character similar to Gul'dan, used all means to pursue power, betraying his own race in exchange for power.
One orc traitor, one elf traitor, they were both birds of a feather.
"Are you saying that Xavius has already betrayed Her Majesty the Queen?" Vashj looked incredulous.
"Little Vashj, compared to Her Majesty the Queen, you are still too naive. No wonder you have been by Her Majesty's side for so long and are still just a head servant."
Galen seized the opportunity to ridicule this future Lady Vashj. Anyway, in his opinion, his princehood would not last long. When the Burning Legion officially invaded, he should run away and defect.
Now, the portal still had to rely on him to expand its power. While he still had value, the Queen would protect him, so he completely let himself go.
Anyway, enjoy one day at a time, treat yourself as a mad dog for a day, and bite whoever you catch.
Pah, pah, pah!
Galen thought, how could he describe himself like this?
"You…"
Vashj said angrily: "Serving the Queen is my lifelong mission. I don't pursue better development!"
At this time, Vashj looked fanatical, as if Queen Azshara was her light, her everything.
"Also, I'm not your little Vashj, little mage. You look like a little kid who just came of age, so you like that night elf commoner who is your age!"
Vashj didn't dare to call Shandris a ***** at this time, doing so might annoy Galen, and then Her Majesty the Queen might help whoever.
"That's not necessarily true. Besides being likable, I am also a loving person. From a ripe thousand-year-old elf like you to a night elf girl, they are all within my aesthetic range."
Humph!
Although Vashj's face was a little annoyed, her hand touched her face imperceptibly. Was he implying my beauty?
Galgala Fortress, Galen arrived here at midnight.
Hakkar, and Xavius had been waiting here for a long time.
"Advisor Galen has such a grand display, actually making me and the Divine Envoy wait here for half a day." When Xavius saw Vashj accompanying Galen, he was so jealous that he wanted to kill someone!
That was the Queen's most trusted confidante servant. He had worked hard for so long and had not received such treatment!
"Wait or don't wait, are you teaching me how to do things?"
Galen slightly raised his head, made a haughty posture, and said this famous sentence that he greatly appreciated!
"You…"
These words really had the explosive lethality that Galen had imagined. Xavius's lungs were about to explode!
Galen observed the edge of the Well of Eternity. A dozen or so small, already solidified portals were working diligently. Doomguards, Felguards, Hellfires, and Dread Infernal were emerging from these small portals.
Casually adjusting a special crystal on his chest, a concealed recording stone, Galen focused on capturing images of Xavius and Hakkar the Houndmaster before declaring:
"Take a good look, this is how you open a portal!"
Ignoring Xavius, Galen retrieved an unremarkable staff and approached the green crystals.
His spellcasting began. As magic surged, the red gem on the unremarkable staff emitted a Scarlet glow, connecting with the main portal above the Well of Eternity!
This connection lasted for five minutes. The portal incessantly absorbed energy from the Well of Eternity, continuously erupting with sparks of various colors that pulsed rhythmically. For a moment, Galen almost believed he was a successor to the Supreme Mage.
The unremarkable staff in his hand was Galen's tool for expanding the portal. It was the Scepter of Sargeras, transformed by Galen, capable of not only tearing space but also opening interdimensional channels.
Azeroth had an external barrier created by the Pantheon, like a firewall preventing beings from the cosmos from entering. Those small portals were merely minor loopholes, only allowing entry to weaker demons. Burning Legion leaders surpassing demigod strength required larger loopholes to cross the barrier into Azeroth!
As the sparks expanded, the portal gradually stretched, accompanied by deafening sounds, eventually growing from its original five-meter diameter to over twenty meters!
Galen had no idea where this interstellar portal connected to Azeroth, nor did he care. Upon returning to his own time, members of the Shadow Council would naturally investigate the matter.
"Roar!"
A tremendous roar echoed from the other side of the portal!
Xavius was sweating profusely, partly worried that Galen would steal the reward that should have been his, and partly hoping Galen would be effective and complete the objective sooner.
Hakkar the Houndmaster's eyes had changed. He nervously coiled the whip in his hand. Beside him, two Felhounds trembled in fear, recognizing the owner of that familiar voice.
A dark figure emerged from the portal. First came a massive hand with four fingers, followed by the entire body.
Finally, the Highborne present clearly saw his full form!
A colossal body, four thick legs somewhat resembling the legendary god of nature, except he was more like a dragon, covered in scales. Green fel fire, like sideburns, extended from the top of his head to his tail, constantly spewing forth.
The surface of his body, unshielded by black armor, was a deep green hue, at least eight meters tall and twice as wide as Hakkar.
The wings behind him blotted out the sky, though they clearly couldn't lift his cumbersome body. The fangs protruding from his lower jaw were terrifying, and his other sharp teeth were as long as an Night Elf's hand.
This newly arrived divine envoy lowered his head, staring intently at Hakkar the Houndmaster beside Xavius with burning pupils.
"You have disappointed the master!" His tone was sharp and assertive.
"I…"
Hakkar was speechless, and he dejectedly lowered his head. "I have no argument, Mannoroth."
It turned out to be the big-butt pit lord: Mannoroth!
This was the first time Galen had seen his true form in reality. Before, he had only heard of him or seen him getting his head smashed by Hellscream on screen.
Mannoroth slightly tilted his head, having nothing to say to this failure. In all fairness, although they belonged to different factions, they were also competitors.
"Indeed, you have nothing to argue. But the master has instructed me to inflict a slight punishment upon you!"
Mannoroth clenched his hand, and the strongest of Hakkar's right-side Hellhounds suddenly wailed loudly. A black flame erupted from its body. No matter how it struggled, the flames continued to burn, eventually engulfing its entire body and incinerating it into ashes.
"The master will not tolerate any more failures. Otherwise, next time, this flame will be lit on you."
Then Mannoroth turned his gaze to Xavius: "The gods greatly appreciate your efforts, Advisor. And you too, little mage who let me in, your talent is not bad!"
Xavius received the praise of the gods! He lowered his head even further: "I am extremely grateful for this!"
Galen, however, said neither haughtily nor humbly: "Great divine envoy, being able to serve the gods is the honor of all the Highborne, and I am no exception!"
Vashj, who was bowing respectfully in the distance, quietly watched all of this. The performances and answers of Galen and Xavius were clearly different. One seemed to only care about himself, while the other gave credit to the entire race, and ultimately the beneficiaries were the race and the race's leader.
Vashj decided to report everything she had seen and heard today to Her Majesty the Queen without missing a single word!
"Very well, proceed according to the little mage's plan, sever the Well of Eternity's connection with the outside world, let it fully supply the portal's operation, and welcome the gods' top general, Lord Archimonde, as soon as possible!"
Mannoroth grinned at the Highborne, doing his best to praise his immediate superior as Archimonde's adjutant.
"When we have purified this world, the gods themselves will come here… Their desire to come is extremely urgent…"
"Divine envoy, I have just expanded the portal and have exhausted all my magic. The action of cutting off the branches of the Well of Eternity will be presided over by our queen's senior advisor!"
Galen had to retreat while he was ahead. This kind of thing not only offended the nobles around Zin-Azshari, but also caused the Night Elf mages living in other cities to lose their source of magic.
Mannoroth's arrival was history that Galen knew, so he seized the opportunity to steal the credit in advance, both to take advantage of the situation and without changing history, while also collecting evidence!
A win-win-win.
Moreover, he was here to play the role of a double agent, and he couldn't do too many bad things, otherwise he wouldn't be able to clear his name in the future.
"Divine envoy, since this is the case, let me take over this task!"
Xavius was overjoyed and looked at Galen much more kindly. He still thought that Galen wanted to befriend him. In any case, he had to make more contributions before the gods themselves arrived.
Mannoroth had no objections and nodded. He was new here and had no interest in the internal factional struggles of the Night Elves. Anyway, as long as he welcomed Archimonde, his mission would be completed, and the rest would be a massacre on this planet!
The people present were very satisfied with Galen's sense of knowing when to advance and retreat. If he were to complete all the tasks by himself, wouldn't that make the others seem useless?
In the Burning Legion, those without value can only become cannon fodder, charging at the front lines, dying again and again.
Mannoroth brought the Legion's technology, which could be used to seal the energy of the Well of Eternity, severing its connection with the outside world, while Hakkar the Hound-Master and Xavius were responsible for implementing the plan.
Galen and Vashj watched the entire process. Hakkar the Hound-Master originally wanted to prevent Galen and them from watching, but Galen and Vashj brought out Queen Azshara, using the name of the Queen's envoys to supervise the entire process here.
Before Archimonde arrived, they still needed to rely on the Queen's power to maintain the portal, and Hakkar had no choice but to compromise.
Galen also didn't covet the Legion's technology, and followed behind Xavius the entire time, watching him use the Legion's technology to condense amulets, and then use the amulets to cut off those passages connected to the Well of Eternity!
Galen kept adjusting his position, striving to clearly photograph every move of Xavius.
Finally, at dawn, Galen left the fortress with Vashj and returned to Zin-Azshari.
At this time, Queen Azshara was already resting, and Vashj didn't dare to disturb Her Majesty at this time, so the two dispersed.
Returning to his residence, Galen first watched the footage in the memory stone, expressing satisfaction with his filming skills.
After making some deletions and reductions, Galen copied hundreds of memory stones, and then used teleportation overnight to send them to major cities throughout the empire's southeast, northwest, and all other directions.
After busying himself for a whole day, Galen finally finished distributing the memory stones, and waited for the situation to brew to a certain extent. Afterwards, night elf archers from bases in all directions would relay the message via arrows, delivering it to the hands of various powerful lords and regional officials.
The next day, before sunset, Galen received a notice from Vashj that the Queen summoned him.
"Galen, my dear prince, Vashj has reported to me everything that happened last night in its entirety. I am very satisfied with your performance!"
Azshara's graceful body was covered with a gorgeous light gauze. It would be fake to say that Galen had no reaction. This Azshara knew too well how to show her charm. Every frown and smile was full of seduction.
It's just that when Galen thought of her appearance after being cursed in later generations, he instantly softened.
There was once a question placed in front of Galen: "When you are stranded on a desert island, which would you choose, a mermaid with a beautiful upper body and a fish tail lower body, or a mermaid with a fish head upper body and beautiful human legs lower body?"
At that time, Galen had really seriously considered it, and finally his choice was a human upper body and a fish lower body.
But after Azshara was cursed by the Old Gods, her lower body was that of a fish!
Morality is about to drop!
"It is my honor to serve the Queen!"
Galen imperceptibly shook his head, driving the messy thoughts out of his mind.
Azshara gently lowered her eyes, considering it as accepting his compliment, and then stood up with her unique elegance, the maids hurriedly held up the hem of her robe.
"Compared to Xavius, your loyalty and talent satisfy me even more. You summoned an even more powerful divine envoy, accelerating the progress of the plan. This is a great achievement."
"Merit must be rewarded. Although you have already been conferred the title of prince by me, and there is no higher rank to promote you to, there are a large number of treasures in my treasury, and you can choose any one!"
Treasure?
Galen really didn't care for the so-called treasures. No matter how good your collections are, can they be as awesome as Titan creations?
Galen knew of quite a few Titan ruins, plus the locations of other artifacts, there were at least a dozen graves that could be dug, but he didn't go.
In his opinion, artifacts can only be considered as embellishments to strength, icing on the cake!
Look at the Ashbringer, which is definitely one of the most famous artifacts in Azeroth, but the story surrounding it is not so beautiful. Several generations of owners experienced betrayal, turned against each other, and eventually died unexpectedly. This weapon also became the corrupted Ashbringer.
So Galen has always been very cautious and didn't go digging graves. Artifacts are always external objects, and it is difficult to control them when strength is insufficient. When he achieves demigod status, it will be the best time to use them. For now, let them lie in the tomb!
"Your Majesty, Light of Lights, treasures are worthless in my eyes. Knowledge is the most valuable wealth. I hope Your Majesty can grant me a pass, so that I can freely enter and exit Eldre'Thalas and browse the books within to my heart's content!"
Galen advanced by retreating, imperceptibly unfolding his subsequent plan.
"A pass?"
Queen Azshara chuckled: "From today onwards, you, Prince Galen's territory will be Eldre'Thalas, and Prince Tortheldrin, I will transfer him back to Zin-Azshari!"
"Great Light of Lights! Your generosity and greatness make the moon in the sky pale in comparison!"
Galen immediately flattered her with rainbow farts!
"Hahaha!"
Azshara was very satisfied with Galen's words. She turned around and continued to say to Galen: "Prepare to accept your territory. Before long, the entire continent will become the Highborne's divine kingdom!"
"For this goal, I will definitely speed up the progress, working day and night, sparing no effort!" Galen bowed deeply again, watching the Queen leave the hall, with rainbow farts coming out of his mouth non-stop. Compliments don't cost money anyway, so it doesn't hurt to say a few more.
Hehe, in the eyes of the Highborne, Eldre'Thalas is far away from the Well of Eternity, belonging to the remote western region. Not only is it a desolate place, but it is also located in a sparsely populated jungle, and it is not a city in the usual sense, it exists as a library!
Even if it is conferred to Galen, making him a lord with a fief, he would at most be a librarian!
Before this, Azshara couldn't even think of what to use to win over Galen in the future, so after putting it forward, Azshara unhesitatingly sealed off this land. In her opinion, Tortheldrin couldn't wait for someone to take over his task of guarding the library and return to Zin-Azshari under the shining light of the Well of Eternity!
Galen was very satisfied with this audience. After thanking the Queen, he expressed that he would continue to supervise the progress of the portal. The Queen readily agreed and informed him that the official appointment would come soon.
When Galen left the palace, he had already seen some people gathering in the direction of the Eternal Palace.
It seems that the progress on Xavius's side is very fast, and most of the connections have been interrupted, and the people of the capital have discovered the abnormality of the Well of Eternity, hoping to get the Queen's explanation.
At Black Rook Hold, during Ravencrest's pursuit of the fleeing Broxigar, he discovered a team of Suramar guards, all of whom had perished. Even the few warriors who had broken through were killed five kilometers from the site of the attack.
Having gained nothing, Highlord Ravencrest could only return to his territory, but he was now accompanied by an advisor, Illidan.
As if one disaster wasn't enough, Ravencrest discovered a major riot in the dungeons of Black Rook Hold upon his return.
All the imprisonment spells in the prison had lost their effectiveness, and the prisoners revolted and broke out. It took a bloody battle to successfully suppress them!
His chief mage came to tell him that the culprit behind all this was someone who had severed their connection to the Well of Eternity. They could no longer cast spells, and many spells that required magic to maintain had become ineffective!
It wasn't just Black Rook Hold. In nearby Suramar, the city of Nighthaven, and distant Eldre'Thalas, across the Night Elf territories, thousands upon thousands of spellcasters found themselves losing their power.
Their connection to the Well of Eternity had been severed, and they could no longer cast spells at will. Magic had abandoned them.
Having lived in a high-magic environment for so long, this feeling of magic deprivation left their hearts feeling empty. It was then that the Night Elves realized their bodies had become addicted to magic!
The most severe losses were in the city of Suramar. Not only could the mages not cast spells in this second largest city, but the city became pitch black at night, no longer brightly lit!
The expensive magic lamps had all lost their luster, and this elven city that never slept fell into an eerie silence. Grand Magistrix Elisande faintly sensed something was amiss.
In order to restore the city's operation as soon as possible, the Grand Magistrix went to the vaults of Suramar to retrieve the Eye of Aman'thul as the city's backup energy source!
It was at this time of widespread panic that a large number of unknown individuals appeared in the major cities of the Night Elf Empire, using bows and arrows to shoot shadowstones into the cities.
The lords began to gather towards the territories of the surrounding high lords, having been frightened by the images in the shadowstones!
Inside Black Rook Hold.
"Xavius! How dare he cut off our magic supply! Why would the Queen agree to this!"
The lords couldn't understand, and they clamored frantically.
"It must be Xavius who has bewitched Her Majesty the Queen. We must restore the supply of magic, Lord Ravencrest. Give the order, we will all listen to you!" A powerful lord shouted, and some people around him nodded in agreement, but more people did not express their views.
"And the Highborne, they are all lunatics!" Another lord vented, "Their mages think too highly of themselves, believing themselves to be above the Moon Guard, but when it comes down to it, they are just like us, Night Elves!"
Although the lords present were all nobles, they did not belong to the Highborne, and there were even various conflicts of interest.
"Xavius is Queen Azshara's most trusted advisor, but even the Highborne must respect the Queen. Without the Queen's tacit approval, he would not be so bold!" A rational noble pointed out that the situation might be more complicated than imagined, and it had already involved the survival of the empire!
Was it Xavius who bewitched the Queen, or did the Queen want to deal with this group of local nobles who had power, land, and armies!
And Xavius and Ravencrest were political enemies!
"Wait and see. We are not the only ones who are anxious. Whether it is Suramar or Cenarion Hold, they are more anxious than us!" Ravencrest heavily slammed his fist on the armrest of the stone chair. "The situation around Black Rook Hold is also a mess. Stabilizing the situation is the most important thing at this stage. We must appease the emotions of our people as soon as possible and restore order to the city!"
Ravencrest forced himself to calm down and continued: "Messengers from all over are gathering, but there is no news from Zin-Azshari. We need to determine whether Her Majesty the Queen is involved in this matter before we can decide whether to send troops to conquer Xavius, the culprit, and that group of Highborne!"
Ravencrest was loyal to the Queen, but he also had to take care of the emotions of the lords. After all, he also had symptoms of magic addiction and knew how torturous that empty feeling was!
The lords below could only listen to the decision made by the big boss: "We can only do our best. After all, we never expected that we would have such a problem as magic addiction!"
Just like the High Elves of later generations, they lived in the radiation range of the Sunwell, and their bodies had become accustomed to a state of magic abundance. Once they lost this magic, they would become addicted to magic!
The magic of the Well of Eternity was many times greater than that of the Sunwell. The Night Elves suddenly lost their connection to the Well of Eternity, and the magic addiction came more fiercely. The people rioted, the guards lost their power, and their rule was threatened, which had already violated the bottom line of the local lords.
"The situation is not the worst yet! Gentlemen, let us go all out!"
Fortunately, most of the local nobles were not mages, and they were far away from the Well of Eternity. The pain of magic addiction they suffered was far less severe than that of the people in the imperial capital.
Galen's shadowstones were in stages. This batch given to the nobles only showed the scene of Xavius cutting off the magic transmission from the Well of Eternity. If it was transmitted to Zin-Azshari, it could be visually judged that it was spread by Prince Galen, and the matter would at most be defined as a struggle between Prince Galen and Advisor Xavius.
Well, this belongs to internal attacks!
If there was a scene of Mannoroth entering Azeroth in the picture, then Galen would be suspected of leaking secrets. Although Mannoroth and Azshara might not care about the leak, they hated betrayal.
Therefore, Galen directly threw the part of the shadowstone with Mannoroth's appearance to Malfurion, who would naturally hand it over to Cenarius.
The gods do not participate in mortal wars, but as long as the enemy is strong enough and exceeds the limits of mortals, Cenarius will be able to summon the demigods of the wild and the dragon army to form a group more smoothly.
Galen worked hard behind the scenes to control the development of the incident, for fear that he would accidentally mess it up. This was his first attempt at being a chess player, although the chess pieces were not his.
Kalimdor was in a period of great change!
On the side of the Eternal Palace, after a few days of brewing, more and more people gathered outside the palace walls.
The guards of the palace looked at the people below expressionlessly, neither opening the gate nor sending out envoys to appease them, just letting them gather.
Most of the Highborne had been brainwashed by Xavius and Azshara, looking forward to a new world belonging to them. They did not care about the life and death of the lower-class people. Although there were many people outside the palace, they were not Highborne, and naturally belonged to the inferior people in the Queen's eyes, who were to be cleaned up.
At this time, Mannoroth was in the palace, his ugly face looking at the creatures outside with a ferocious expression!