The World Tree and the Black Coast are still gloomy skies and drizzles, and the city of Surama is back, and business as usual. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The planet Sarodar is on track, and the kingdom of God is already able to operate autonomously. Elisandre went to the Tower of Sleep to study psychic magic with the Faceless, while Hu Feng became the shopkeeper.

Every elf knows that while the current rulers are High Priest Tyrande, the Council of Truth of Surama, and the Frontier General Garrod Shadowge, their immediate boss is the god of magic, Hu Feng. It's just that Hu Feng doesn't like to point fingers, and delegates a lot of power to the three parties, unless there is a major event about the trend of the race and foreign relations, Hu Feng is basically in a state of idleness. This also made the leaders of the three parties very grateful, after all, no one likes to be a puppet.

Therefore, Hu Feng's daily work is to absorb and digest the power of faith transmitted by the believers, and continue to practice mastering the void, evil energy, and arcane magic.

His own Titan is thriving in the core of the planet, and compared to Azeroth, a Titan that has many disasters and difficulties to the point of slow development, Hu Feng's state is simply good enough to go to heaven. Therefore, Hu Feng diverted some of the excess faith power and Titan divine power from time to time and injected it into the planetary core of Azeroth, and he could feel Azeroth's cheerful mood every time.

In return, the Azeroth world's recognition of Hu Feng is also high, in other words, the world's own son of the general trend. Picking up gold coins on the side of the road is already a child, as long as he is in Azeroth, Hu Feng's luck is like a fighter in shit luck.

Because the body has not yet been born, Hu Feng can't comprehend his divine vocation yet, but not every Titan has a divine vocation, and those who do not have a divine vocation must be stronger.

The Dark Titan Sargeras has no priesthood, but before his fall, he was the chief warrior of the Titan Pantheon, a ruthless man who killed the invincible hands of the universe. Compared to some of his fellow citizens who have priesthood, such as the god of forging, the god of dreams, etc., I don't know where it goes.

Of course, if Hu Feng can comprehend a good priesthood of combat, elemental or magical, then his strength can be regarded as a shotgun for a cannon, and the heifer is upside down.

At this moment, Hu Feng was sitting on the dock in the small town of Auberdine on the Black Coast, leisurely fishing. Originally, the Night Elves were not popular as a pastime for fishing, but due to the words of the Divine Envoy, many Night Elves have chosen to come to Auberdine to fish in their spare time.

However, the druids protested against this for a long time, and several new druids born after the war were newborn calves who were not afraid of tigers, and came to Auberdine to persuade Hu Feng not to take the entertainment of the fish's life.

However, in the eyes of the Night Elves, Hu Feng's image is much taller, after all, the previous upper-level elves looked high, but now they are led by the approachable Divine Envoy, and there is no arrogant attitude at all.

Therefore, the voice of the elves for supporting Hu Feng to guard and lead the elven clan forever is also high, and everyone is happy to see that there is a Taishang Emperor staring at the leaders of the three parties, especially this Taishang Emperor also likes to mingle with the people.

Hu Feng sat on a homemade pony, a palm made of arcane energy tightly gripping the fishing rod, motionless, waiting for the fish to take the bait. He was watching the news and changes in the world sent by the elven scouts and adventurers, and he knew that closing off the country was never the right way, and that only by always paying attention to the situation in the world, always developing himself, and remaining open and accepting new things, he could always be strong.

On the Eastern Kingdom Continent, the Arasso Human Empire is thriving and begins to explore and explore to the south of the continent. Merry Winterwind, Hu Feng's apprentice, has become the pillar of magic in the Araso Empire, and is now named the Protector of the Law. He taught batch after batch of young human mages, destroying tribes of trolls one after another.

The lifespan of human beings is short, a hundred years is just a snap of a finger for elves, and a lifetime for humans. Merry has grown from a young man to a serious middle-aged uncle, and the entire human empire respects this archmage who single-handedly formed the Kenrito Magic Council and dedicated himself to the human country.

The Kenrito Magic Council was the first mage organization of mankind, emblemized by a purple eye, and everyone knows that Merry is paying homage to his teacher: the god of magic, Hu Feng. Every new mage and councillor would listen to Merry tell the story of the Divine Envoy, and Merry would show a rare expression of fanaticism and adoration at this time, which was extremely rare to see in the strongest mage in the human race. There is also gossip that Merry has the support of Emperor Soladin and is researching the floating city, the legendary magical holy city of Sulama like his teacher.

On the other hand, Lordan, the first general of Aratho, was rewarded by Emperor Soladin for a large piece of land in the northern part of the continent, bordering the High Elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas, as his domain. General Lordan was given the surname "Minahir", and his vast and desolate territory was known as Lordaeron.

However, Lordaeron is very fertile and with careful care, it will become a prosperous area within a few years. The trade convoys of the High Elves and Humans all transit through Lordaeron, bringing the goods they need to the two races, and also bringing rapid business opportunities to Lordaeron. A majestic city, the capital city named after the territory, Lordaeron was formed.

At the same time, a prince and his men who were struggling with their domestic politics chose to go into self-exile and voluntarily went to the lands in the south of the continent, and they made their way south, establishing friendly relations with the dwarves and gnomes along the way, and finally stopped in a fertile area called the Elwyn Forest, where they established their own territory, away from the brutal political struggles at home.

They founded Stormwind here, calling themselves the Stormwind Territory of the Empire of Arathor. Soon after, the first blue and gold lion's head flag, which symbolized Stormwind, fluttered at the top of Stormwind's walls.

The High Elves continue to be addicted to magic and cannot extricate themselves, and there are no external enemies, except for trade and communication with humans, they are closed doors as otaku and otaku.

Darth Rema*'s body deteriorated day by day, and knowing that his time was short, he began to set out to build a magical defense system around the entire realm of Quel'Thalas, and countless tall runestones were carved and erected, forming a super-large magical shield that enclosed Quel'Thalas firmly.

Aurelia leads her Windranger family in command of the ranger forces, patrolling the forests of Quel'Salas day after day. But everyone knows that most of her heart has drifted across the Endless Sea, to someone who has nothing to do in the World Tree. As long as there is news about the Night Elves, Aurelia reads it again and again, as if she is looking for traces and actions of the man.

There are also a few eyeless High Elf nobles who have taken a fancy to Aurelia's beauty and the power of the lower tribe troops under their command, and want to marry her, and the fate of these people can be described as tragic to the bottom of the endless sea.

Darth Lema stared at the stupid nobles in front of him with a smirk, these people seemed to be still immersed in the glory of the past, and unconsciously thought that they could take control of the Ranger family at will if they were born into a magical family.

To these people, Darth Rema only dropped a sentence: "Do it yourself, if I were you, I would immediately go and ask for Aurelia's forgiveness with a gift." Otherwise, anger the being, and the Holy City of Sulama may appear over your house the next day and give you an arcane railgun. Even if you don't bother to bother with you, as long as you communicate with the god of magic to make a small report, the god will punish you or no longer protect the high elves, then you will wait to be sacrificed to the gods. ”

As a result, Aurelia went from a piece of delicious fat in the eyes of the nobles to a black hole that could not be provoked, and the nobles came one after another with gifts, and left in a hurry in a flattery, and the ranger troops became Aurelia's personal belongings, and no one had the courage to intervene in and interfere.

The human side also joined in the excitement, and Lord Lordaeron and Protector Saint Merry all said that whoever dared to fight Aurelia paid attention, and they were the first to do it. Aurelia just watched the farce quietly, without expressing any opinion, and still faithfully fulfilled her duties as a ranger. However, the smile that appeared from time to time proved that the ranger general was in a good mood. Sylvanas, the second eldest of the Windranger family, follows her sister, who has just reached her age requirement and is officially a new Ranger. Looking at my sister's rare happy look, I couldn't figure it out.

"Sister, that divine envoy Hu Feng... Is it really that scary? The nasty nobles were frightened like frightened chocobos when they heard the name. And... The name sounds so strange. ”

Aurelia paused and chuckled a few times: "He's not scary, he's just a stinky rascal, and the god of magic will definitely regret dying if he chooses him as a god's envoy~"

Sylvanas looked at her sister's bright smile and the longing in her eyes, and she silently remembered the goddess who had taken her sister's heart.

On the other side of the sea, the continent of Kalimdor.

Hu Feng looked at these reports as if he had experienced all this himself, and everyone's voices and smiles appeared in his mind one by one.

The Eastern Kingdom has embarked on a thriving development path, and Kalimdor cannot afford to lag behind. As the Emperor of the Night Elves, he has to do something, doesn't he? After seeing the future, Hu Feng knew the direction of the established history, and decided to start preparing for the dark frenzy that crossed the dark gate and swept the world in the near future.

The barren land in the eastern center of Kalimdor is not bad for the future group of outsiders, of course, provided that they are obedient first.