The War of the Ancients was caused by the use of the Well of Eternity as bait by the Light of the Elven Queen, Azhara, to provoke the greed of the Dark Titan Sargeras, which led to the world-shattering war between Azeroth and the Burning Legion.

As a result of the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the failure of Sargeras's invasion of Azeroth, and the Burning Legion suffering one of the few defeats since their inception, Aishhara and her supporters hid in the dark depths of the sea, and the Night Elves led by Malfurion Fury and Tyrande, the High Priest of the Moon, ascended to the throne, and the entire land of Azeroth was divided into the continents of Kalimdor and the Eastern Continent, the northern North, and many islands large and small.

During this battle, Malfurion's younger brother Illidan Fury left behind a vial of water from the Well of Eternity, part of which was obtained by Darth Rema, and the Well of the Sun and the High Elves' magical kingdom were established. As a result, Illidan went from being a hero to a sinner who was reviled by all people, and was eventually imprisoned for 10,000 years.

Of course, this is an internal affair of the Night Elves, a feud between the Fury Wind brothers and Tyrande, and Ainan doesn't care about it. If not to say that Ainan is an anomaly, his thoughts and concerns are different from most people's, others focus on a bloody love affair between two men and a woman, sympathizing with Illidan as a 10,000-year-old infatuated man, while the place he looks at is the legacy of the Well of Eternity.

"To be honest, I admire those elves, with the Sun Well coming out, the world's attention has been successfully transferred to the well water of the bottle of the Well of Eternity in Illidan's hand, and the real treasure is ignored."

Ainan reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground, and a trickle of mana flowed into it. The soil first sucks up the incoming water, and when it is completely wet, the water trickles out—first drop by drop, then slowly in strings, then into threads, and finally into columns of water.

Egwene was puzzled at first, then suddenly.

"You're saying that the bottle of water from the Well of Eternity in Illidan's hand is nothing, and the soil that has been soaked in the water of the Well of Eternity for thousands of years is the real treasure."

Talking to smart people is effortless.

Ainan nodded and said, "That's right. Even low-level mages are able to mobilize the meager magical energy in their bodies to corrupt objects, causing them to be slightly elementalized, giving them certain magical properties and turning them into so-called magical weapons. So, what about the Well of Eternity? It was the energy source that even the Dark Titan Sargeras was tempted by, and after thousands of years of energy erosion, the energy contained in those clays was only higher than the eternal well water that created the Sun Well. ”

Egwen agreed, "The corrosive nature of spell energy is a research topic that every mage can't get around. Of course, pseudo-mages who can only cast spells and don't understand the principles of spells are no different from arcane golems. The explosion of the Well of Eternity made the water of the Well of Eternity disappear forever, and unlike water, even if there is a big explosion, there will be residue left. ”

"That's the problem, where did all that dirt residue go, why aren't there any rumors at all?"

Egwene thought of a possibility, which surprised her: "You don't mean ......"

"Nordahill! The dirt at the roots of Nodashir, to be exact. ”

Nodashir, the World Tree of the Night Elves, has been blessed by the Five-Colored Dragon King to protect the Night Elves from disease and eternal life.

It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it.,World Tree.,Aren't they all like this?

Is there a special place called the World Tree?

But has anyone ever wondered how the World Tree can do this, just because it is the World Tree?

As we all know, for a big tree to grow and maintain vigorous vitality, the right growing environment, the right soil, and sufficient nutrients are all indispensable. How amazing would it be to grow to the point where a race can live and reproduce on top of Nodashir, and how amazing would it be? And with such a huge amount of energy, how can its soil be ordinary?

"After the end of the War of the Ancients, the Five-Colored Dragon King blessed the Night Elves, and the Night Elves at that time inherited the devastated ruins, and they themselves were a common class that lacked wealth accumulation, so what could they use to carry the eternal blessing of the Dragon King? And what to give to Nodashir? Isn't the answer obvious? ”

"According to this speculation, when Darthrema and the High Elves crossed out, Illidan was imprisoned, and looking at the current list of the Night Elves' current rulers, I smell a conspiracy."

What kind of scheming elder brother and a certain broken nobleman who wants to stand on his own feet plot his own ambitious younger brother, in the end, the first two become the rulers of a high-ranking family, and the latter is reduced to a prisoner of the great sinner, will it be too bloody?

Ainan shrugged his shoulders, he was not a party, how could he tell the right and wrong of the angry wind brothers.

"It's not something we need to care about."

Ainan clapped his hands, and the wet dirt on his hands turned into a mountain under the shape of the spell. It was an aerial view of Mount Hyjal, and the water in the soil formed a tree-like fountain that spurted upward.

Model of Mount Hyjal and World Tree Nodashir!

Sensing the fluctuation of the laws of space, Egwen's pupils shrank.

Ainan's eyes were indifferent, like a god overlooking mortals.

What Akmund did, I couldn't do?

Joke.

The law of space was the first law that Ainan studied, and he was no less accomplished than Akmund when it came to space.

With Nodashir's energy, Ainan couldn't destroy the World Tree like Akmund did when he destroyed the magical capital of Dalaran, so if he set the target small and stimulated Nodashir, it would be no problem.

The glow of the spell was pointed at the place where Mount Hyjal came into contact with Nodashir, where the roots of the World Tree had broken through the ground.

A flash of light.

The magically shaped model dissolves into fine sand and mist, the former falling to the ground, the latter melting into the air, and finally disappearing.

On the peak of Hyjal in Azeroth, a giant pillar of heaven swayed gently, and the energy containing rich vitality exploded in a circle, spreading thousands of miles in an instant, just enough to encompass the army of Night Elves who were defending against the Burning Legion.

Fueled by this energy ring, the Night Elves were in high spirits, and the wounds on their bodies healed at a visible rate, and even the limbs severed by the demons began to grow back.

What a rich life energy!

What a source of abundant strength!

One of Akmund's hearts was suddenly overrun by greed, and he didn't realize that it was the middle of night in Azeroth, and a full moon hung high above his head, and the bright moonlight fell on him.

Ainan looked at the moon overhead, who said that the moon god Elune did not act, this hand to blind the mind is not too good to grasp the opportunity.

"It's finished."