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"If you wanted to kill me with one arrow, you would have released the bowstring long ago, Sylvanas. I know your temper..."

Even with a sharpshooter like Sylvanas locking down his vitals, Darkan remained calm and composed. He held up a finger, wiggled it, and smugly stated his reasoning.

"As a ruthless and decisive chivalrous general, why didn't you choose to end my life with a sneak attack instead of openly attracting my attention? This doesn't fit your vengeful mentality..."

"What are you trying to say, Darkan?"

Looking at the swaggering Darkan, Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly.

What I'm trying to say is, you don't have...!!!

Suddenly, Darkan, who was smugly reasoning about Sylvanas's position, felt a strange palpitation—it wasn't a magical warning, just a simple intuition!

Without hesitation, Darkan, who had been tempered on the battlefield, braved the chaotic magic net on Quel'Danas Island and, at the cost of some one-time magical items becoming ineffective and his own body being thrown back, forcibly released a short-range teleportation spell, moving away from where he had initially stood.

The next moment, a beam of light, reaching to the heavens and covering a radius of at least a hundred meters, descended from the sky. Even the sun appeared dim in its light. The corrupted ground of Quel'Danas Island was rapidly carbonized and burned away in the white heat generated by this pure energy. The ruins around the Sunwell that were swallowed by it also turned into flowing lava.

"...This...this...?"

Darkan, having narrowly escaped death, felt the heatwave rushing towards him from afar. His mind nearly stopped; if he hadn't moved from his spot, he would probably be nothing more than dust under those rays...

"it's a pity."

Sylvanas put away her bow and arrows, her tone indifferent, but Darkan, who understood the Dark Queen's unspoken meaning, suddenly widened his eyes.

"Did you just make those moves to keep me standing still?"

“That’s right, Darkan, in the end, you’re just a despicable person who would betray his own country and abandon his own race for power. You say you understand Lady Sylvanas, but don’t we understand your character just as well?”

Lor'themar's voice reached Darkan's ears, and his hands trembled slightly with anger.

"Kneel down and beg for mercy, Darkan. Just as you said, perhaps then we can grant you a quick death."

Archmage Romans also stepped out, leaning on his staff, the fireball floating on its tip poised to be unleashed.

"Your plot ends here! Evil spirit!!"

Having broken free from Darkan's curse, Kalecgos soared proudly through the sky, his wings spread wide. Behind him sat Max, whose sword was now imbued with holy light. Beside Kalecgos, Tyrion bared her teeth, seemingly pondering the best angle to bite Darkan to death.

"If the connection were any more stable and faster, Darkan would have turned to ash by now."

After the three elves and two dragons appeared, Tannis slowly emerged from the ruins, surrounded by several drones that circled around her like satellites.

“That requires a higher-level teleportation crystal—Shattrath City hasn't yet restored its ability to mass-produce those crystals, but once production resumes, I believe Velen would be willing to provide them to a leader of a faction like yours who has fought against the Burning Legion.”

Garrison Commander Haruni followed Tannis at a leisurely pace. Not long ago, Tannis had a sudden inspiration and conducted an interesting experiment. Using a teleportation module formed by her teleportation drones, combined with Haruni's crystal, she forcibly opened a temporary teleportation portal with a radius of over a hundred meters in the sky several kilometers high, linking its exit to the main gun of the Flying Sky One aircraft carrier patrolling the sea near Ratchet City.

The experiment was a great success. After entrusting Sylvanas to distract Darkan, Tannis began to remotely control the main cannon to lock onto the target. Unfortunately, the connection was unstable and slow, so Darkan's intuition saved his life.

"...I...haven't failed yet!!! Look closely! This is what my master gave me..."

Knowing that if he didn't give it his all, Darkan, enduring the discomfort coursing through his body, raised his right hand and forcefully began casting a spell, black energy swirling around his palm. At his call, the remains of the elves who had sacrificed themselves on this land stirred...

Then his right hand was gone.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Seeing Darkan writhing on the ground, his right hand blasted off by Tannis's magic-piercing bullet, Sylvanas drew her bow again, nocked a black arrow, and 'mercifully' sealed his mouth shut.

"This arrow was for myself."

Sylvanas spoke in a cold voice.

"This arrow is for King Anastarian!"

Lor'themar's arrow followed Sylvanas's arrow, pinning Darkan's left hand to the ground.

"This fireball is for the victims of Silvermoon City."

Romans' fireball struck Darkan, the intense heat quickly igniting his body. Darkan tried to beg for mercy, but pinned down by two arrows, he could only thrash about like a dead fish.

"at last....."

Gazing at Darkan, who teetered on the brink of death, Sylvanas drew her bow, Lor'themar raised her arrow, and Romans conjured a spell.

"For...Quel'Thalas!!"

————————————————The dividing line for cleaning up the mess—————————————————

"Is she truly the embodiment of the Sunwell?"

Looking at Anveena, who was still trembling after being rescued from the Sunwell Pit by his group, Lor'themar, who had just accomplished the feat of reducing Darkan to ashes, gave Kalecgos a subtle look. After all, the little girl in front of him didn't seem like a powerful being at all.

“My instruments show that she is indeed not human, but some kind of extremely high-energy life form—and she is slowly absorbing and releasing the surrounding arcane ions.”

Tannis scanned Anvina briefly, and combining the memory fragments and data, she was now completely convinced of the matter.

"If that's the case, then we must protect her. Before Quel'Thalas is restored, we absolutely cannot let too many people know about her existence."

Romans walked to Anveena's side and looked at the Sunwell avatar, who now had her own will, with a complicated expression. As an archmage, how could he not sense the familiar aura on Anveena when he was trying to be discreet?

"How do you plan to 'protect' her, Blood Elf?"

Kalecgos, who had transformed back into human form, spoke slowly. The Sunwell originally belonged to the blood elves, and Anveena's return to Quel'Thalas was, in a sense, a return to its rightful owner. However, Anveena was not simply an 'object'. He hesitated, wondering if he should intervene if the blood elves' answer did not satisfy him.

“We will not force her to do things she doesn’t like, but I hope she can realize what she means to our race.”

Lorthema sighed and knelt down in front of Anvina.

"Would you be willing to settle in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas? We...really need you."

Anveena looked at the hopeful light in Lor'themar's eyes as he knelt before her, nodded gently, and said something that excited the two high-ranking blood elves present.

"it is good."

———————————————Tannis on her return journey————————————————————

"I'm back!!"

Amidst the hum of the Tinkerman's Tower teleporter, Tannis hopped out, leading a white chocobo, and came face to face with Talonnicus.

"A white chocobo? That's a rare find even in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas!"

"That's right! This is an extra reward that your prince instructed Quel'Thalas to give me—Archmage Jaina also received one, and he also gave me this, saying it was a personal reward from him."

Tannis rummaged through her backpack for a while and pulled out a smoldering object that looked like a handful of ashes, surrounded by a ring of brilliant flames. If you looked closely, you could vaguely see the silhouette of a bird chirping within the flames.

"This is... ashes containing a trace of O's life essence? The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas has successfully re-established contact with His Highness?"

"It's not fully recovered yet, but Quel'Thalas should be able to maintain contact with Outland at least once a week. After all, the hope for your kingdom's revival has returned to its homeland."

1. Still facing the major trouble of drifting to Ratchet.

Time passed...

Before we knew it, the 23-year history of the Dark Portal came to an end, and the sunrise of the 24-year history of the Dark Portal rose in the biting sea breeze.

In the 23 years since the Dark Portal opened, aside from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas regaining most of its territory, the Forsaken rising to prominence on the world stage, and the Draenei beginning to communicate with Azeroth—a few major events related to Ratchet—there were two other events that theoretically should have shaken the world to its core...

The first thing that happened was that Zalazane, the witch doctor of the Darkspear Isles, suddenly lost his mind and launched a rebellion against Vol'jin, declaring that he would no longer honor any contracts or agreements with any faction. As a result, about three days after the rebellion began, thanks to the efforts of the Ratchet task force and the mage squad, Zalazane successfully turned his head into part of the Voodoo Pillar on the Echo Isles.

The second event involved a personnel change within the Night Elf Druids. Archdruid Malfurion temporarily resigned for unknown reasons, and Fandral Staghelm took over. His first act upon assuming power was to incite the Night Elves to rebuild the World Tree to regain their immortality. However, very few Night Elves responded, and even Cenarius subtly expressed his disapproval. In a fit of anger, Fandral, along with his trusted followers, went to the Mist Sea and planted a World Tree called Teldrassil, moving his office there as well.

Of course, for Tanis now, what happened last year is no longer important. Right now, she, Gazlowe, Daelin, Jaina, and Thrall, whom they had summoned after their discussion, are sitting in a top-secret meeting room, discussing a human who was found a week ago by a retired orc gladiator walking on the beach in Ratchet with his blood elf apprentice…

————————————Rewind to one week ago——————————————————

"Valeira, what do you think about the generous rewards for the winner of the Ratchet Arena, which will be held in three months?"

Rhaegar, the Wrath of the Earth, walked along the soft sands of Ratchet with his most prized apprentice, Valeera, discussing the Ratchet Tournament with her. Rhaegar had always been proud of discovering Valeera, a blood elf among the Quel'Thalas refugees, who could inherit his fighting mantle.

“Teacher, I know you want me to participate in the competition, but according to the competition rules, we need to find at least two more members to form a standard three-person team—your registered identity is coach, so you can't participate.”

Valera kicked at the pebbles on the beach and answered absentmindedly. As a member of the Sagunar family, she was born to be an assassin, and Rega's tutelage had allowed her to perfectly unleash her potential.

"While I was learning the ways of shamanism, I met a druid named Broll Bearskin. He's very interested in this tournament, and I don't know if you'd be interested..."

"Team up with a druid? No problem, as long as he doesn't mind that I'm a blood elf."

While it's unclear why a druid would be interested in a sport like competitive gaming, Valeera doesn't care about the possibility of teaming up with night elves—after Quel'Thalas was destroyed once, the blood elves learned that pride often serves no purpose other than harming oneself and others.

"If he's willing to team up with you, that would make two people: an assassin and a druid. Finding a qualified warrior to team up with you would be the optimal solution. The problem is, while there are many warriors making a living in Ratchet, most are just amateurs with only a few basic moves, not up to the task."

Rega sighed helplessly. Warriors are the class with the lowest entry barrier in Azeroth, but at the same time, they are also the class that is the most difficult to master. A good warrior can take on multiple roles. In the arena, a limited-number combat environment, warriors are an important meat grinder.

"It all depends on luck... Wait, teacher, there looks like someone over there! My God! He's fighting a sea crocodile with his bare hands! And the sea crocodile looks like it's about to die!"

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!"

------------------Now----------------------

"That's how it happened. Rega found this unknown human to be extremely weak due to prolonged dehydration and hunger, so he took him to the Ratchet medical center. Then, the doctor working at the medical center that day discovered traces of dark magic on him, along with symptoms of amnesia, and reported it to me..."

Tanis, her head throbbing slightly, rubbed her temples. She found the word "fate"—or rather, "destiny"—truly strange. Even though the world's rules had changed, King Varian was still, just as in her fragmented memories, split in two by the Black Dragon Princess's evil magic. Her warrior side had drifted to the vicinity of Ratchet, where it encountered Rhaegar and Valeera…

"Two months ago, King Varian agreed to my suggestion to meet with Warchief Thrall. If he had set off then, he would have arrived in Kalimdor by now."

Jaina estimated the time and spoke in a deep voice.

“Jaina, I have already spoken with the Kul Tiras ambassador to Stormwind, and he told me that King Varian did indeed leave Stormwind Fortress by ship two months ago for unknown reasons, and only returned in the last two days.”

Dailin, leaning on his two-handed sword, revealed the information he knew.

"I did agree to Archmage Jaina's suggestion two months ago and wrote a letter entrusting Jaina to deliver to King Varian of Stormwind. So far, I have not received any official diplomatic documents from Stormwind."

Thrall asked in bewilderment, completely dumbfounded after learning that Varian had somehow drifted to the beach of Ratchet.

"But Varian has left Stormwind, Warchief Thrall."

Daelin looked at Thrall, and Thrall instantly understood what Daelin meant.

"You mean, King Varian did indeed receive my letter?"

“I know a bit about Varian’s character. The reason he left Stormwind by ship is most likely to negotiate with you, Warchief Thrall.”

"According to the rules of the alliance, there should be a reply."

"Although I wanted to say that there are some rules that don't need to be followed when dealing with your tribe, Varian is a rather rule-abiding person. There is only one possibility for this situation: his reply to you was intercepted."

"What's the point of intercepting Varian's reply to Thrall, Father?"

Confusion flickered in Jaina's eyes.

“This way we won’t be able to find out whether Varian has set off, Jaina. The enemy wants this kind of one-way information so that the King of Stormwind can disappear without a trace. If Varian hadn’t been found by that orc by chance, the imposter would have perfectly taken over.”