The information shared by the Temple of the Moon spread the situation in Zin-Azshari, the capital, to all the night elf cities. One resistance army after another was organized and sent to the capital as quickly as possible.
The resistance army in Suramar was the strongest, but Lord Ravencrest still firmly believed that the Queen was bewitched by Xavius. He was merely advancing towards the capital under the guise of eliminating treacherous officials and protecting the Emperor, attempting to kill the demons and save more people.
At the same time, the name Prince Galen began to circulate within the Temple of the Moon. It was said that the two hundred thousand survivors of Eldre'Thalas were all saved by Prince Galen alone!
In the Temple of the Moon in Suramar, Tyrande was even more shocked. However, she had not yet confirmed whether this Prince Galen was the same junior brother of Malfurion that she had met!
At this moment, Malfurion brought Broxigar to the Temple of the Moon in Suramar!
"Malfurion!" When Tyrande saw the green-haired druid, she immediately rushed forward and hugged him tightly.
Ever since Malfurion and the others rescued the prisoner last time, and Lord Ravencrest took Illidan to pursue them, she had been very worried about Malfurion's safety.
Recently, after Illidan became Lord Ravencrest's magical advisor, he launched a fierce pursuit of her. The resistance in her heart made Tyrande realize her true feelings: she preferred to be with Malfurion.
Malfurion was suddenly hugged by the girl he loved, and the color of his cheeks deepened with shyness. He said softly, "It's good to see you, Tyrande."
The priestess let go. "Why are you here? Where is Broxigar?"
"He's outside the city!"
"You're crazy! You dare to return to Suramar?" Tyrande nervously looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that no one was paying attention.
Malfurion put his finger on her lips, interrupting her. "With Galen's help, we successfully entered our teacher's grove. No one discovered that I took Broxigar away!"
"Galen?" Tyrande recalled the previous information. "Where is Galen?"
"In order to help us break through, Galen single-handedly led away a large number of demons. Now I don't know where he is! However, the two sisters, Alleria and Sylvanas, didn't seem too worried. I suspect they have a special communication channel," Malfurion said, his expression also a little worried, after all, Galen had chosen to take the risk to help them.
Tyrande nodded, confirming her guess: "You've heard about what happened in Zin-Azshari, right?"
"I've only heard a part of it... but that's scary enough! Tyrande, I didn't expect the Queen and the Highborne to be so crazy as to launch a massacre against their own people!"
"We sensed through thought and soul that the priestess sisters in the main city had met with misfortune, and the Temple of Istidal in the far west sent a message that a Highborne prince named Galen saved two hundred thousand refugees during the massacre!"
"...!" Malfurion's pupils shook! "Galen? Is that my little junior brother?"
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be," Tyrande nodded firmly. "Moreover, the images in the hands of those lords should also be Galen's doing!"
"I knew that my teacher and I didn't misjudge him. Galen is a good lad!" Malfurion cheered up, and at the same time became more determined in his beliefs. His junior brother had made such a contribution to the night elves, and he, as his senior brother, couldn't fall behind.
Thinking of this, Malfurion immediately turned his thoughts into action: "Tyrande, is the Moon Sanctum empty now? I need to borrow it."
"I think it should be empty," Tyrande thought for a moment, "After the disaster, a large number of people came to the temple seeking guidance from the Moon Goddess. The High Priestess opened the hall, and the Moon Sanctum should be empty at this time."
"Then let's go quickly!"
Malfurion couldn't wait to meditate in the Moon Sanctum, enter the Emerald Dream with his soul, and use the dream space to go to Zin-Azshari to find an opportunity to break the Eternal Well's seal.
"What are you going to do? Malfurion, you want to enter the Emerald Dream in the Moon Sanctum?" Tyrande knew her childhood sweetheart too well. "You definitely won't be satisfied with just finding out the truth, but plan to take action..."
"Listen to me! Even as we speak, the disaster is still spreading! What's worse is that even the Moon Guard are helpless now! Someone used magic to interrupt their connection with the Well of Eternity!"
"I have to try!"
Tyrande saw that Malfurion was determined and knew that she couldn't stop him now, so she could only send him her blessings and pray for the Moon Goddess to protect him.
Tonight, Galen went out to check in as usual. Xavius guarded the Well of Eternity passage that he and Mannoroth had sealed together to prevent the leakage of energy. Seeing Galen's arrival, he just rolled his eyes and ignored him.
In his opinion, the arrival of the Celestial God was getting closer and closer. Galen wouldn't be able to jump around for a few more days. When the time came, the Celestial God would give him powerful power, and even Queen Azshara would be bestowed upon himself by the Celestial God like a gift!
Galen also didn't have time to pay attention to Xavius. Yesterday, he got a message from Vashj that several resistance armies formed by the lords were approaching Zin-Azshari.
However, they were defeated before they could even see the walls of Zin-Azshari. Only Lord Ravencrest's army maintained its complete formation after the defeat and retreated back to Black Rook Hold.
The inertia of history, ah. His third image has already been sent out, the process of the demons massacring civilians, and the process of the Moon Guards resisting, why don't they have any brains?
It seems that he can only rely on Malfurion and the demigod allies invited by Cenarius!
Galen disappointedly ended his check-in and prepared to ride his nightsaber away from here.
Hmm?
Suddenly, a familiar aura appeared in the air!
The power of nature?
The power of the Dream!
Galen carefully recalled it, and instantly guessed that it was Malfurion who had come here through the Emerald Dream!
However, Xavius was not an easy person to deal with. He replaced his eyes with magic eyes. Even if Malfurion was hiding in the layer between the Emerald Dream and the real world, he could already pull Malfurion out.
Tsk tsk tsk, my stupid senior brother, prepare to accept Xavius' imprisonment!
Galen pulled up the hood behind him to cover his appearance so that Malfurion would not notice him, and then he rode his nightsaber away from here.
The night is not the right time. Galen decided to come again at night to enjoy the imprisoned Malfurion.
Hehehe!
Dawn broke, but Xavius didn't rest. Ever since the Well of Eternity had its portal power increased, his daily work had been around the clock.
Last night, he discovered a cloaked intruder resembling a ghost. Just as this intruder was about to sabotage the portal, he effortlessly subdued him and imprisoned him within a white crystal ball.
Xavius could sense the importance of this prisoner. Not long ago, Mannoroth had personally ordered the capture of Malfurion, Tyrande, and the demigod Cenarius. Now, he had captured one without lifting a finger. He couldn't wait to immediately send the prisoner to the great Sargeras!
Malfurion floated within the crystal, barely able to see a sliver of the room's interior through the crystal's outer light barrier.
He saw Xavius outside the door, directing waves of demon warriors as they lumbered out of the portal, then rushed out to slaughter living beings under the drive of their bloodlust.
Malfurion's heart was especially heavy, because he knew all those demons were going to slaughter the night elf resistance!
All of this was because he had failed to destroy the shield protecting the Well of Eternity!
What was most infuriating was Xavius's smugness when he captured him!
Every time he thought of Xavius's laughter, Malfurion felt like a fool!
He had long heard that Xavius's magical eyes could see shadows within shadows, but he had always dismissed it as a bizarre legend.
How could he not have realized that since Xavius could see the natural power flowing in spells, he would certainly discover him intruding here!
Even if he was in a cloaked soul state!
Malfurion had tried many times to break the cage imprisoning him, but the crystal was too strong, and his power was not enough to escape!
Malfurion screamed in despair.
"Oh, my dear senior brother, helpless rage won't solve the problem."
It's Galen!
Malfurion seemed to hear a familiar voice!
The future Archdruid shook his head. It seemed he was already hallucinating. He didn't expect this process to come so quickly. Now, truly, no one could save him.
Sathiel quietly said, "This guy is so pathetic. Look, he still thinks your voice is a hallucination!"
Malfurion was stunned. He heard that sentence too, and he was sure the owner of that voice was mocking him!
"Shut up," Malfurion heard Galen's voice continue, "Aren't you known as a magical know-it-all? Hurry up and release my foolish senior brother!"
Malfurion's mouth twitched. He heard that sentence too, and at the same time, he was certain that it wasn't his hallucination. Galen had indeed come to save him!
Sathiel quietly said, "If this young night elf had continued to learn from his mentor for a while longer, he might have been able to discover some flaws, but he missed it himself."
Malfurion heard that again. At this moment, he felt ashamed. He wished these voices were all hallucinations. He felt that being imprisoned for a while was better than being publicly executed by Garren and some powerful figure like this.
"Hurry up, if you spout any more nonsense, I'll throw you into the demons' excrement for a bath!" Garren was a little impatient. He told him to save someone, but he was dawdling and acting like a pro. You're just a skull left without a body, what are you showing off for!
You've already shown off, what am I going to show off?
Sathiel: "…"
"Hey, Master's senior brother, that foolish night elf. Do you see the change in that flaw?"
Malfurion automatically blocked out some of the garbage talk, then felt a mental force guiding him to find a dent on the crystal. This mark was very subtle, but it was quite obvious once discovered.
Why hadn't he thought of it before?
Malfurion frantically wanted to hammer the floor!
If he had noticed it just now, he wouldn't have been ridiculed by Garren and this unknown expert!
So angry!
Malfurion closed his eyes, used the method his mentor had taught him to feel the width and thickness of the flaw, and then imagined his dream form as a physical body, pushing hard against the flaw like pushing a weak barrier.
Once!
Twice!
Three times!
Chih!
A faint hissing sound came from the room, but Xavius outside the door was focused on the portal that was constantly spewing out demons, and failed to notice the change behind him in time.
The first thing Malfurion did after coming out was not to choose to escape. He still chose to destroy the portal and the seal of the Well of Eternity!
He began to summon the natural power of the entire world. Gale and lightning poured down, and the seal shook!
Xavius's expression changed, and he turned around to find that it was that druid! He had escaped!
"Catch him!"
Xavius roared angrily, but not everyone could see the cloaked Malfurion. The guards were just waving the weapons in their hands randomly, hoping to hit the target.
Malfurion's spell took shape, and just as it was about to be released, a terrifying will came from the other side of the portal.
"You will not destroy the portal! You don't want to do that! You only want to be loyal to me! Worship me as a god!"
This is the Legion Lord that Broxigar spoke of, the fallen titan Sargeras?
No wonder the Highborne were so crazy, even if the demons slaughtered their compatriots, they were indifferent. It turned out that they were all brainwashed by the so-called Celestial God, their wills twisted, and they became his servants!
"I… will never… become your lackey!"
Malfurion tried his best to get rid of the baptism of Sargeras's will, and knelt on the ground, exhausted.
He should be glad that the portal was not enough to pass too much of Sargeras's power, otherwise his spirit would have collapsed at this moment and become a lackey of the Demon King.
"The game is over!" Xavius took the opportunity to grab Malfurion, his palm squeezing his nape tightly, choking him so he couldn't breathe!
Xavius was extremely angry. Malfurion had actually embarrassed him so much in front of the gods! Now the high advisor only hoped that the gods would not blame him for his poor performance!
"The power of the gods is with me! How dare you oppose us?" Xavius roared and lifted the cloaked Malfurion high.
If there were no accidents, the accident would happen immediately!
A wooden spear pierced into Xavius's back heart, and then came out through his chest, even the tip of the spear touched Malfurion's abdomen.
This spear frightened Malfurion's chrysanthemum, if this spear went up another inch, even if he married Tyrande in the future, he would have to wait until the end of time!
"Villains die from talking too much, the ancients did not deceive me!"
Garren rotated the spear seven hundred and twenty degrees, not only shattering Xavius's heart, but also turning the lungs around the heart into pieces under the huge force.
Xavius was dead.
However, Galen did not take it lightly. With the Burning Legion's technology, dying and being resurrected was a trivial matter. Resurrecting Xavius was a matter of minutes.
"A soul has been detected. Do you want to collect it?"
The prompt flashed through Galen's mind and then disappeared!
This was the first time this had happened in so many years.
The last time a special situation occurred was when Galen killed Gul'dan and there was no prompt to collect the soul. Later, it was discovered that Gul'dan had preserved himself in the Soulstone he had created after his death.
With Gul'dan's experience, Galen had already guessed that Xavius's soul must have been preserved by some means in advance!
The most likely culprit was the Burning Legion.
Since you can be resurrected, then I can't keep your body.
A red light flashed in Galen's hand, and a huge fireball was gathering.
At this moment, he heard whispers in his ear. Perhaps he, like Malfurion, was under attack by Sargeras' will.
However, Galen was not as miserable as Malfurion just now. Galen had too much protective gear on his body, plus the protection of the Heart of Origin, which neutralized 99% of the mental bewitchment, leaving only ordinary language to enter his ears.
Ignoring the mental attack, the fireball in Galen's hand took shape. He pushed the fireball with his palm and bombarded Xavius's body.
Xavius's body exploded instantly, and fragments burned with flames and flew in the air. The Highborne elves under Xavius's command, seeing their powerful leader's corpse gone, lost their fighting spirit and fled.
A fierce look flashed in Galen's eyes. He didn't want to let go of these Highborne elf mages who were helping the tyrant. Moreover, they had seen his sneak attack. Although he was not afraid of being recognized in his black cloak, dead people could keep secrets better.
He was not afraid of being marked by the Burning Legion now, as long as Azshara did not suspect him. His identity as a Highborne elf prince was still useful.
A large stack of wooden spears was taken out by Galen and carried on his back, and he began to pursue and kill.
After Xavius's death, Malfurion, who had broken free from his restraints, was exhausted. He watched Galen begin to clear the surrounding enemies, and he could only stand up with difficulty, supporting his body with his arms. Now was not the time to relax, there was still one last thing that had to be completed.
Malfurion desperately gathered the magic power in his body. The storm and thunder destroyed the seal that Xavius had worked so hard to establish.
The Eternal Well's blockade was lifted!
Malfurion was not satisfied at this time. He watched Galen clear all the surrounding demons and Highborne elves. He couldn't waste this opportunity. His eyes were fixed on the round hole above the Eternal Well!
That was the portal connecting Azeroth to a base of the Burning Legion. The powerful magic power gathered had already formed the portal into a substance!
Malfurion gritted his teeth and continued to squeeze the power of nature in his body. His idea was very simple. The master of the Burning Legion on the other side of the portal was watching him. With his current ability, he could not completely destroy the portal, but he could damage the portal and delay the arrival of the Burning Legion!
The voice of the Demon King came into Malfurion's mind again, asking him to give up attacking the portal and surrender to him.
The druid gritted his teeth and endured the pressure. The squeezing of magic power made his body even more tired. At this time, a cool feeling came from the top of his head. His two newly grown antlers were feeding back the power of nature to him.
The powerful power of nature summoned lightning and storms, scouring the precious magic circle that maintained the portal on the edge of the Eternal Well.
One lightning bolt after another struck the very center of the round hole, forcing the demons who had just come out of the portal to choose to escape. They fell into the Eternal Well and were instantly swallowed and assimilated by the high concentration of magic power!
Boom!
The magic circle and the surrounding buildings collapsed in the storm, and the portal began to shrink, from more than five meters wide to the size of a mouse hole!
"Ant! You actually ruined my plan! You can't escape my palm!"
Malfurion felt a powerful suction force pulling his spirit body. Just before he was about to be pulled into the portal by the Demon King, Galen finally appeared!
He saw him jump and pounce in front of the extremely small portal, and used the crystal that had imprisoned Malfurion before to put him in again.
"No! Damn it!"
Galen heard a thunderous roar in his ear. This was Sargeras' angry roar.
Then the powerful suction force shifted to Galen. Caught off guard, Galen was pulled in five meters!
A large amount of building debris and mud and rain were flying into the portal.
Seeing that he was about to be pulled into the portal, Galen immediately flashed out twice, and then heroically leaped out. This may have been the farthest he had jumped in the past twenty years!
"Goodbye!"
Galen flicked the cloak behind him and left Galhara without looking back!
… … … …
Suramar, in the Moon Chamber of the Temple of the Moon.
Malfurion was lying on a blanket, his head resting on Tyrande's lap. The priestess had been worried for two days, and these two days had made her recognize her inner feelings. Her feelings were for Malfurion, not Illidan.
"Great Moon Goddess Elune, please forgive me for disturbing your slumber! Your devout believer asks you to bring Malfurion back to my side! !"
Tyrande wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked up at the sky.
At this time, in the moonlight, a tall figure walked out of the darkness.
Tyrande recognized him at first sight!
"Cenarius! Great Stag Lord!" Tyrande exclaimed!
Cenarius clenched his fists and slowly walked towards them, and the priests in the Temple of the Moon gave way.
Cenarius bent his front legs in front of Malfurion and Tyrande, and knelt down halfway. His palm gently touched Malfurion's forehead.
"My disciple is really lucky to have someone holding him in his arms."
"I... no... I, we have been good friends since we were young." Tyrande blushed.
The God of Nature smiled and said nothing. Let the juniors solve their own problems.
"Please help Malfurion! He hasn't moved for two days!" Tyrande begged the God of Nature to save his disciple.
"I came for this! Malfurion doesn't know what he experienced, and used the blessing I gave him," Cenarius said with a gentle smile on his bearded face. "I used the induction of the blessing to find Malfurion, who was confused and unaware in the Emerald Dream, and then brought him back."
Cenarius opened his tightly clenched palm, and a ball of green light floated up, flew to Malfurion's forehead, and then merged with him.
The night elf's fingers in Tyrande's arms moved involuntarily.
Then Malfurion suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up!
"Galen! You bastard!"
Galen, who had been cursed by Malfurion, was now swaggering along with Queen Azshara's entourage, returning to Galharra.
In the center of Galharra, Savis's tallest mage tower had collapsed, and only a cat's-eye-sized black hole remained where the portal had been. The portal had shrunk to the point of near collapse.
The collapse of the tower happened during the day. Galen had returned to Zin-Azshari after clocking in last night, and then returned via a teleportation scroll, providing him with a perfect alibi.
Who would have thought that someone would dare to use teleportation magic near the Well of Eternity? Weren't they afraid of being sucked into the Well and assimilated by arcane energy?
Azshara ignored the demons and Highborne mage corpses scattered on the ground, her face twisted and her eyes filled with murderous intent!
"Worthless!"
Queen Azshara's foot stomped on Savis's discarded staff, forcefully driving it into the mud.
Originally, she thought that such a commotion in Galharra was a sign of the arrival of a deity, but then Hakkar the Houndmaster sent someone to tell her that the portal had been destroyed by intruders!
This feeling!
This frustration!
It was driving Azshara's sanity to the brink of collapse!
No one would be in a good mood when they thought everything was within their grasp, only to lose it all and have to start over.
And Savis, who was responsible for guarding this place, became the outlet for Queen Azshara's rage.
"Do you know who did this?" Azshara's calm tone concealed a monstrous rage.
Hakkar the Houndmaster looked blank. He was busy commanding his hellhounds and demon army to hunt down the night elf rebels. The night elf soldiers, with no power to resist, were retreating step by step under his attacks.
Victory was in sight when the rebels suddenly seemed to be injected with chicken blood and fought back fiercely. A large number of spells were hurled from the opposite side, causing heavy casualties among the demon guards, followed by arrows enchanted with magic, turning his beloved hellhounds into hedgehogs!
Then he was defeated. Moreover, he knew that Mannoroth in the other direction had also been defeated, but he was still stalemating with the rebels thanks to his demigod strength.
However, as the person in charge of the portal, just like Savis, he had to face the Queen's question: "Besides the aura of arcane magic, there is also a large amount of the power of natural elements at the scene."
As for who it was, how would Hakkar know? He had only been in Azeroth for a few months and didn't understand the local forces at all.
"It's the Cenarion Circle."
At this moment, a voice came, relieving Hakkar the Houndmaster's predicament.
Queen Azshara turned her head towards the direction of the voice. Galen was squatting in front of the corpse of a Highborne mage, fiddling with the wooden spear that killed him.
"This weapon comes from the dryads. It should be their commonly used throwing weapon," Galen picked up the throwing spear and held it in his hand, making a throwing motion.
"There's also poison on it. Even if these mages weren't killed instantly, they would die from the poison."
Varothen, the captain of the Queen's guard, stepped forward, took the throwing spear from Galen's hand, and nodded to the Queen after careful observation.
Don't look at Galen's serious appearance of looking for clues at this time, in fact, he was already overjoyed in his heart. I'm here to investigate the scene of the crime I committed?
Even suspenseful reasoning dramas wouldn't dare to write it like this, right?
"The Cenarion Circle? Cenarius?" Queen Azshara clenched her fists, her sharp nails seeming to pierce her delicate palms. "I knew that those demigods were the biggest obstacle in my plan!"
"How long will it take to reopen the portal?" Azshara looked at Galen.
"Light of Lights, Your Majesty, I am only familiar with the ley lines of Kalimdor. I can open a portal on this continent, but as for this portal connecting to the outside of the universe...we still have to rely on Mr. Hakkar."
The pressure came to Hakkar the Houndmaster.
"One...one month!" Hakkar said weakly.
Boom!
The Queen's aura soared!
Hakkar only felt a huge pressure crushing him, making it hard for him to breathe. Just as Hakkar couldn't hold on any longer and was about to kneel, a vibration came from the ground. The abyss lord Mannoroth was back.
He strode towards Hakkar's direction with his four thick legs, and the surrounding guards all wisely made way.
The flame-like green mane on Mannoroth's head swayed constantly with his movements, indicating that his heart was not at peace.
His master had given him an order, but he had failed. Such a thing had never happened before. He was Mannoroth, the chosen right-hand man of the gods.
"If Hakkar and I work together with all our strength, plus the cooperation of the mages under your command, we can shorten the time to half a month," Mannoroth's voice buzzed in everyone's ears. "We must act immediately. The deity is already angry. If we delay any longer after failing to handle matters properly, we will also be punished after the deity descends!"
"Your Majesty, please go all out!"
Mannoroth, as the divine envoy, was quite polite to Queen Azshara, no longer as arrogant and tyrannical as before.
Although Mannoroth had not been in Azeroth as long as Hakkar, he had already seen that Azshara was by no means just a flashy vase.
Queen Azshara was very cunning, deliberately pretending to be too lazy to ask about everything, but she still couldn't escape Mannoroth's eyes.
Moreover, the pressure that Azshara had just exuded was definitely not something that an ordinary legendary mage could exude. Mannoroth estimated that she had already broken through the limits of mortals and entered the realm of demigods.
"I will select a group of elite mages to fill the vacancies here. Prince Galen...you and Varothen will be jointly responsible for this matter!"
Queen Azshara had originally planned to let Galen be solely responsible. She had already checked the distant relatives of Dath'Remar and indeed found someone named Galen Remar. Moreover, Prince Farondis of Narthalas had also sent her a list of night elf mages who had graduated in the past century at her request, and Galen's school record was also on it!
At this time, Azshara trusted Galen. The Sunstrider family, who had served the monarchy for twenty generations, and Prince Farondis, whom she had personally appointed, couldn't possibly betray her together, right?
The reason for adding Varothen was that she was afraid that Galen, like Savis, would choose to abandon her and join the camp of the deity.
Azshara flicked the veil behind her and turned to leave the now filthy Galharra:
"Divine Envoy, please cooperate with my mages. I don't think the deity wants to see failure again!"
After Galen pointed out the trail of the Cenarion Circle, he let Azshara fill in the blanks. Now he's standing at the back of the crowd, and he didn't expect that he, the one who killed Xavius, would take over half of his responsibilities.
But opening the door for the Burning Legion is out of the question. Never in this lifetime.
Although Satchiel performed some magical disguises on him to cover his original aura when he rescued Malfurion, he was still unsure if Sargeras had any special person-recognition skills, such as using soul-identifying spells to recognize him.
Galen decided to continue slacking off as before, clocking in every day and then running away.
In the following period, Galen pretended to be busy. In fact, he didn't need to worry about Galhara at all. Hakkari the Hound-Lord and Mannoroth put all their energy into reopening the portal, fearing another mistake. What awaited them was endless soul imprisonment.
At the same time, Mannoroth also strengthened the defense of Galhara. He still hadn't investigated who destroyed the portal. The highborne mages and demons in the core area were silenced, and the outer guards only knew that an invisible enemy had invaded the night before, and was caught by High Advisor Xavius.
Then the next day, the portal was destroyed and Xavius was killed. Mannoroth couldn't help but suspect the invisible invader. He and Hakkari sent out a large number of hunters to track them down, hoping to obtain some information and prevent the portal from being destroyed again.
The second batch of selected highborne mages were miserable. At this moment, they experienced the sorrow of being a working stiff. They were squeezed by the pit lord to the point of near madness, their bodies trembling constantly under the dual impact of fatigue and magic.
In Zin-Azshari, undercurrents were still surging. A large number of highborne were intoxicated by Sargeras's promise of establishing a paradise on earth. In secret, Dath'Remar had already colluded with nearly a third of the highborne, and they were waiting for the right opportunity to leave Zin-Azshari.
Outside the imperial capital, the world was engulfed in war. After the seal of the Well of Eternity was broken, Mannoroth was unable to seal it again, so the resistance's combat power was unprecedentedly enhanced.
After a great victory, Lord Ravencrest sent out black panther knights to contact the lords of the four directions.
As the only victorious resistance army, coupled with the prestige of the Ravencrest family, the lords of the four directions came to join them, forming a powerful armed force.
It's just that the power of the resistance army is far from enough. There were too many demons let in by Xavius in the early stage. They attacked everywhere, slaughtering civilians and destroying cities, and the army led by Ravencrest needed to take care of too many areas. Even if they kept fighting north and south, one hard battle after another, they might not be able to make real progress.
The longer the time dragged on, the more innocent people would become sacrifices.
Unfortunately, as a proud and arrogant night elf, Ravencrest refused to unite with foreign races, stubbornly wanting to rely on the power of the night elves to overcome this catastrophe.
Malfurion and Illidan, along with Tyrande, all joined the war.
Among them, Illidan was appointed as the lord's personal mage for his meritorious rescue of Ravencrest, and also took over the Moon Guard battle group that had lost its leader.
Tyrande was appointed by the high priestesses of the Temple of Elune as the commander of the accompanying priestesses, not only helping the warriors heal their wounds, but also going into battle with the generals and the Moon Guard to kill the enemy.
The orc warrior Broxigar, who was re-recognized by Ravencrest, and the Windrunner sisters followed Malfurion.
Oh, and there was also a guard sent by Lord Ravencrest, their captain was Jarod Shadowsong.
This was the guard sent by Ravencrest after Malfurion destroyed the seal of the Well of Eternity in Galhara, recognizing Malfurion's importance.
On this day, Galen had just happily finished clocking in, slacking off, and then secretly slipped to Eldre'Thalas to tease Shandris, and by the way, show his face in the city and brush up on the reputation of the people.
The city of Eldre'Thalas, which had been calm for two thousand years, was now very lively, with the night elves carrying out large-scale construction in the city.
With 200,000 people pouring in at once, plus the original 50,000 people in the city, the original urban area was a bit dwarfed. Under Galen's leadership, the city's expansion plan was put on the agenda.
Galen had just inspected today's project progress when he sensed a series of prompts in his mind!
"Found a spirit, do you want to collect it?"
"Found a spirit, do you want to collect it?"
Dense and numerous, there were hundreds of them!
Who the hell is this, who stole their home?
Galen quickly reacted. The problem should be with Neltharion, who was chosen to be inserted into the Blue Dragonflight after his resurrection.
Oh, Neltharion in this timeline is still alive and well, so Galen changed the name of this blue dragon to Ancagalon.
With so many spirits appearing, then the Black Dragon Aspect used the power of the other Dragon Aspects to forge the artifact Dragon Soul, and began to kill in all directions on the battlefield, attacking indiscriminately. The Blue Dragonflight was the first to step forward to try to stop this mad Black Dragon Aspect, but was almost wiped out by a full blow from the Dragon Soul.
Then these spirits are likely to be formal members of the Blue Dragonflight.
"Collect!"
Ding ding ding ding!
The Heart of Origin rang for two minutes, without any intention of optimizing it.
Galen checked the names of the spirits as soon as possible.
Sure enough!
Sindragosa!
Malygos, the Blue Dragon Aspect's most important consort!
It can only be said that his wife died, his legion was finished, and the number of his race was so small that it was on the verge of extinction. It's hard to imagine how our Blue Dragon Aspect Malygos spent the next 10,000 years.
With such a major event happening, the situation in Kalimdor is about to change again.
Galen glanced at Shandris, who had just returned from the Temple of Isildien in the south. This night elf girl had undergone a sudden change. The ferocity of the demons had once frightened her, but fortunately her parents were still by her side. Now only her living environment had changed, and she no longer had her original tragic life experience.
"Shandris, I'm sorry, I may not be able to accompany you to contact the nightsaber riders next!"
This was what Galen had agreed with Shandris before. When she finished today's class at the temple, Galen would teach her to ride nightsabers, but Galen now wanted to contact Smugos and had no intention of continuing to stay in Eldre'Thalas.
After hearing Galen's words, Shandris pouted in disappointment, her aggrieved eyes were red, and the silver eyes were sparkling with water, as if tears would pour out at any moment.
Galen was at a loss. The girls he had met before were all strong women like Alleria and Sylvanas. This suddenly popping up a soft girl, he really didn't know how to coax her.
Moreover, Galen didn't have any other thoughts. He just remembered her moon god orbital cannon and couldn't help but approach her.
She is an underage, Galen treats her like a younger sister."Cough, cough! Shandris, I really have important matters this time. Something happened with the Dragonflight, and I must go back and take a look."
Galen could only coax this little girl. Fortunately, he had younger siblings in his previous life, so he was quite familiar with this approach.
"I'll bring you delicious things next time, lollipops, candied fruit, okay?"
Hearing about delicious things, Shandris's grievances quickly faded away, and a look of joy appeared on her face involuntarily: "Brother Galen, it's a deal then. I'll only forgive you next time if you bring me delicious things!"
"Okay, I definitely won't forget!"
After Galen finished speaking, he reached out and touched the soft hair on top of Shandris's head. The little girl showed an expression of enjoyment, like a kitten.
"Brother Galen, I'm going back to practice the knowledge that Priestess Grandma taught me today. You go ahead and get busy!"
After saying that, Shandris ran back to her new home with youthful energy.
What an understanding child.
This group of survivors from Zin-Azshari initially didn't adapt to Eldre'Thalas, this remote border city. It was far from the radiation range of the Well of Eternity, and even the arcane energy in the air couldn't compare to the imperial capital.
In addition, Xavius cut off the magic channels of the various cities, and even Prince Tortheldrin was unaccustomed to this situation.
Furthermore, an addiction crisis broke out among the survivors, affecting almost half of the two hundred thousand people. This plague-like disease almost ruined Galen's painstaking plans.
Shandris witnessed the priestesses of Elune using divine magic to heal the people, and the thought of becoming a priestess arose in her heart.
Later, the turning point was brought by Galen.
In a moment of quick wit, he pulled out a treasure!
The Font of Magic, obtained from the Heart of Origin lottery.
He placed the Font of Magic in the garden at the heart of Eldre'Thalas, and then distributed the Font of Magic's water to everyone to drink, alleviating the torment of magic addiction on their bodies.
The effect of this Font of Magic was like the mana wine of Suramar in later generations, except that this Font of Magic came from the System and was inexhaustible.
In order to align with the culture of the night elves, Galen and Prince Tortheldrin discussed it and announced to the public that Prince Galen used a supreme artifact to build a Moonwell in Eldre'Thalas!
In an instant, Galen's reputation in the city soared again. Coupled with his previous life-saving grace, more than two hundred thousand people became Galen's loyal fans.
It's just that this Moonwell, compared to the Sunwell and Nightwell later on, is probably the least impressive of the second-generation wells, but it doesn't have to worry about the crisis of magic depletion!
Even so, Galen was still very happy.
He had already achieved his first accomplishment since coming to ten thousand years ago: to be enfeoffed as a king!
Galen returned to the center of Eldre'Thalas, north of the Moonwell. Prince Tortheldrin had vacated the original city lord's mansion for Galen to live in.
Through the connection of the Heart of Origin, he contacted Ancagalon.
"What happened on your side? Ancagalon?"
After a long time, Ancagalon finally responded to Galen. His mental strength was very weak, and he seemed to be seriously injured.
"Great Lord, as you know, the me in this timeline betrayed the Dragon Aspects and used the power of the Dragon Soul to kill a large number of blue dragons. And I, in order to rescue Senegos, was also affected by the terrible power of the Dragon Soul!"
Galen could only be thankful that the Dragon Soul was personally crafted by Neltharion, and he had some understanding of this artifact, otherwise Galen would have had to resurrect Ancagalon again.
But where did I hear the name Senegos before?
After racking his brains for a long time, he finally thought of a name, Stellagosa!
And Senegos was the grandfather of Little Star Stellagosa, one of the proto-dragons who followed Malygos in the war against Galakrond. He completely experienced the evolution from proto-dragon to Dragon Aspect. He witnessed the glorious history and also witnessed the internal division of the Dragon Aspects.
In the original timeline, after the Black Dragon Aspect almost destroyed the Blue Dragonflight, Senegos and Malygos had conflicts and disagreements. The Blue Dragon Aspect fell into madness, determined to kill the Black Dragon Aspect for revenge, while Senegos, the elder of the Blue Dragonflight, chose to quietly take the blue dragon eggs he guarded after the war and leave the Nexus, coming to the Azsuna region to establish a blue dragon habitat, trying to restore the population of the tribe.
"You recover from your injuries first! Senegos is a strong blue dragon, and it is estimated that no one in the Blue Dragonflight except Malygos is his opponent. You take this opportunity to follow him, which will be very useful for us to enter the Blue Dragonflight in the future."
"As for the dead members of the Blue Dragonflight, their souls have already been collected by me. When I return to my own timeline, I only need to find suitable dragon eggs, and we can resurrect them."
"And you need to collect enough materials in these ten thousand years!"
"Understood! Great Lord!"
Afterwards, Galen told Ancagalon that he had enough magic power in Eldre'Thalas, and that if Senegos still chose to leave the Nexus, the Blue Dragonflight's lair, and needed magic power support in the future, he could go to Eldre'Thalas.
When Galen returned to Galharra from Eldre'Thalas to prepare to check in at night, he found that the Dog King Hakkar, who had been the leader, was now nowhere to be seen, replaced by a humanoid creature with goat-like horns on its head.
In addition to the curved horns on his head, his skin was purplish-black, his entire arm was covered in hair, his palms had sharp claws, and his legs from the knees down were bent in reverse joints like a tauren, with a pair of hooves growing at the end!
Satyr!
Demon-modified creature!
Galen recognized this creature!
Then he saw the special magical eyes under the brow bone of this satyr.
"Xavius?"
Galen exclaimed.
He knew that if the Heart of Origin didn't snatch his soul, Sargeras must have taken him away first, and now he had reforged his body and resurrected him.
"I'm glad you still remember me after my death, Prince Galen!"
Your appearance is so ugly now, how could I not recognize you! You are the first satyr of Azeroth!
But I shouldn't be exposed, he didn't recognize that I stabbed him to death!
Xavius noticed Galen's peculiar gaze, and obviously misunderstood: "Surprised? This is the master's gift, this gift makes me feel great, my body is full of power."