Rumble…
The earth trembled, and the entire Hillsbrad Foothills could feel the slight tremor. In the western part of the Hillsbrad Foothills, Dalaran, the city of magic that had stood for over a thousand years, was rising.
It was a shocking scene. It broke free from the shackles of gravity, with a purple magic barrier enveloping the violet city, causing it to fly into the sky.
For the first time in a thousand years, Dalaran showed the world the mages' greatest masterpiece—the first sky city of mankind!
"A moment to remember."
"Will it be recorded in history?"
The Kirin Tor councilors discussed. Raising Dalaran required immense magic power, and Antonidas, Drenden, Modera, and Aiden alone were far from enough. The leaders of the city of mages summoned all the archmages of Dalaran, at least forty or fifty people. Most of them were humans, followed by high elves, and a small number of gnome mages.
Aiden heard some familiar names from the crowd. For example, Archmage Vargoth, Ansirem, High Elf Mage Aethas Sunreaver, and even Archmage Arugal—this ambitious man who summoned the worgen was now just an ordinary Kirin Tor Archmage.
In the original history, after Dalaran was destroyed, he fled to Gilneas. Then the Scourge spread, and even Gilneas could not resist the Scourge's forces. Genn had to risk Arugal summoning the worgen to resist the Scourge. Although they eventually defended Gilneas, the out-of-control worgen almost destroyed this closed country—more than half of the people were infected with the worgen virus and became bloodthirsty beasts. Even King Genn and Lord Darius Crowley were not spared. Arugal also paid the price for his folly and ambition. But no matter what, he could be said to have created the worgen race.
Aiden deliberately sized up this guy, and found that he was not outstanding among the Kirin Tor Archmages. He was plain-looking, had mediocre strength, and had average popularity. It was hard to imagine that he could have the ambition to rule the world with worgen.
As soon as the ascension magic circle was activated, someone brought the news that Aiden wanted to hear most: Rhonin and Krasus had finally returned!
The four of them immediately left the archmages and went to the council room to summon these returning heroes. Aiden was very curious about what they had encountered.
Although Drenden was short and fat, he was the first to arrive. Before he even saw anyone, he shouted loudly: "Krasus, Rhonin! Did you bring back the essence of life? I've been wanting to experiment with it for a long time!"
Then he saw an orc in the room.
After everyone arrived, Rhonin briefly described their encounters. Naxxramas rising, seeking the essence of life, Broxigar's interception on the way back, and the Zandalari tribe's rescue—this story was even more exciting than a legendary novel!
Modera kept sizing up Krasus, making "tsk tsk" sounds: "I really didn't expect that you are a red dragon?"
Krasus nodded, somewhat helplessly: "That's right."
Drenden asked a little embarrassedly: "I seem to have said something disrespectful to the dragons before, you won't breathe dragon fire and burn me to death, will you?"
That was a long time ago. Just like dragons regarded humans as mortals, humans didn't think much of dragons either, and those who did evil were regarded as beasts. For example, Deathwing, or those red dragons controlled by the Dragonmaw clan in the last war.
So unknowingly, Drenden did harshly satirize the red dragons.
Krasus said with a straight face: "Then you better watch out when you walk around me."
"Haha, don't joke. Krasus, no wonder you know so much about the secrets of the dragons. Anyway, you are still welcome here, you are always one of us." Antonidas's words were unambiguous. Even if Krasus's true identity was a dragon, he was still their friend, and he even helped the Alliance a lot.
"Yes." Krasus nodded. Although his identity was exposed, he was not rejected by humans. This made him feel that his efforts were not in vain.
He took out the essence of life. It was contained in a crystal bottle, emitting a brilliant halo. This essence, containing the power of the life-binder, was a flowing red liquid, shimmering with a golden light. It immediately caught everyone's attention, and everyone could feel the pure and majestic life force within it, like a beating heart, and they could even hear the thumping heartbeat in their ears.
Aiden was no exception. He recalled the moment when he found his path of heroes on the way to Quel'Thalas, when he heard the hymn of nature when he merged various forces. This bottle of life essence was like another form of the hymn of life, a higher-level sublimation.
"It's so wonderful!" Modera muttered to herself, mesmerized.
"What a great power!" Antonidas exclaimed.
Drenden rubbed his hands impatiently, unable to contain his excitement: "I am now full of confidence in creating an antidote to the plague! Aiden, go call Sindragosa over, we will start immediately!"
"Alright, I'll go now!" Aiden nodded in agreement. He looked at the orc Varok Saurfang, "Varok, do you want to come with me? I'll take you to Los Angeles, so you can walk a shorter distance."
"Los Angeles?" Varok Saurfang was a little confused.
"It's New Durnholde!" Drenden reminded.
"Oh, Alright, let's go!" After opening the portal, Aiden took him away from Dalaran and returned to his territory.
The atmosphere in this city became heavy due to the arrival of the war. The number of guards patrolling the streets had increased a lot, and the inspections in various places had become more strict. The advent of the Scourge made the government extremely vigilant, and the review of food and water could almost be described as harsh. Reconnaissance planes were constantly circling in the sky, looking for any Scourge enemies that might enter the airspace.
The construction of the second phase of the project was still in full swing. Even the progress was accelerated to meet the needs of the war.
However, the vast majority of residents firmly believed that their commander would lead them to final victory!
Varok Saurfang received a warhorse from Aiden as a friendly gift. He hardly stayed and was ready to return to Hammerfall to see the Warchief. On the way as two guards escorted him out of the city, he was surprised to find that his identity did not cause panic among others.
Some people showed surprise when they saw him, but most people did not have any hatred in their eyes. Some guys were even curious about him.
Saurfang was a little confused, why were the people here different from other places?
He asked the accompanying guards, who proudly replied: "Because this is the Valoran Federation!"
This orc overseer could not quite understand the deeper meaning of this sentence, but he could feel the speaker's heartfelt pride and sense of belonging.
'This is a different place.'
He thought.
He thought of Rhonin, the human friend he had just made, and Krasus—an even more incredible red dragon friend.
Then he thought of Eitrigg—the orc who became friends with a paladin, and an orc warrior of the Blackrock clan like him.
Finally, he thought of the orc chieftain Thrall. He was so wise and intelligent.
Now, if there were still orcs who opposed allying with humans, then Saurfang would definitely stand firmly on the opposite side.
"Commander!" Garen saluted Aiden.
Now most of Valoran's combat heroes had been sent to the Burning Wood front line, while Garen was responsible for protecting the safety of Los Angeles. He dared not object to the commander's arrangement, but he was still a little resentful in his heart. If Darius earned military merits this time, he would definitely come back and laugh at him.
"Garen, how is the training of our mercenary group?" Aiden sat down in his seat and asked casually.
The mercenary group was a name that Aiden casually came up with. Most of the members were mercenaries and adventurers who voluntarily joined the Valoran Federation to try their luck. As the Valoran Federation became more and more famous, more and more adventurers came to join, and the number had increased from the initial dozens to more than a thousand now.
"Not bad, their individual combat effectiveness is good. After they get used to the legion's combat, they will become a powerful army." Garen was responsible for training this mercenary group, "There is a guy named Zod who performed very well. He served as a soldier in Stromgarde and was a lieutenant. I am going to promote him."
"Well, I believe in your vision." Aiden nodded.
At this time, other people also walked into the conference room one after another: the rest were the heroes that Aiden was not ready to put on the battlefield for the time being. Such as the great inventor Heimerdinger, the explosives expert Ziggs, the goblin scientist Jixil, the alchemist Singed, and the mechanical pioneer Viktor who had just joined, etc.
Aiden believed that they could create higher value than fighting in their more specialized fields.
He ordered: "Singed, the essence of life has been sent to Dalaran. Next, you will go there and cooperate with Archmage Drenden."
"I couldn't ask for more." Singed grinned, revealing a truly interested expression. "But I still need an assistant who studies souls. You'd better recall Karthus as soon as possible, or summon another expert. This will be of great help to my project."
Aiden said: "Wait, don't worry, there should be an opportunity soon."
After solving Singed's matter, Aiden turned to the team of scientists and asked: "What about you? Gentlemen, is there anything that will surprise me?"
"Yes!"
"Of course!"
"Definitely!"
Several strangely shaped scientists chimed in. Aiden had a headache. His team of scientists was really "alternative", with big heads, green-skinned goblins, explosives maniacs, and robots… In short, none of them looked normal.
If he summoned the Future Guardian Jayce, would this handsome guy be infected with some quirks by being mixed in with this group of guys?
He thought maliciously.