"Of course, Lady Liadrin."
"The Holy Light favors everyone who believes in it. The Silver Hand Knights accept everyone who fights for justice. The door to Paladins is open to all, including you."
"Of course, you are a High Priest of Quel'Thalas and a personal guard of His Royal Highness. Joining the Silver Hand Knights would not be appropriate."
Uther's smile was as warm as a spring breeze: "But I think my teacher would be very willing to spread the path of the Paladin to every corner of this world. Perhaps you can talk to him; he is nearby."
"Your Highness—" Liadrin looked at Kael'thas.
"Go ahead. Since you have made a choice in your heart, then do it. I believe the Chief High Priest will definitely support you, and I support you too," Kael'thas said with a smile.
"This way, please."
Uther led Liadrin to find Alonsus Faol.
Kurdran rubbed his hands, eager: "Kael'thas, shall we go to the meeting? Don't forget—"
He winked, 'you know'.
"Don't worry, I know."
The two arrived at the Lordaeron Royal Palace and saw that leaders from all nations had come, even Admiral Daelin.
"Your Highness, Highlord, well done!" Daelin gave a thumbs up.
His precious son almost died in the Dragon Rider's flames, so anyone who fought Dragon Riders was a good friend.
"The Wildhammer Dwarves are invincible in the sky, and so are the High Elves!" Anduin Lothar laughed heartily.
He was a master of diplomacy, skilled with a sword on the battlefield and adept at navigating meetings. He praised both sides, offending no one.
"This battle destroyed at least three to four hundred Goblin Airships and took down one to two hundred Dragon Riders, more than Lordaeron accomplished in half a month!" King Genn glanced at Terenas, a hint of mockery and displeasure in his eyes.
He and Terenas had disagreed on troop deployment and supplies in Silverpine Forest, leading to an unpleasant relationship.
"With you here, the Horde will no longer dare to launch sneak attacks, and the consumption for maintaining the magic barrier will be reduced by at least half." Antonidas let out a sigh of relief, a smile on his face.
Quel'Thalas contributed nothing, and most of the magical supplies were provided by Dalaran, with daily consumption worth at least 100,000 gold coins.
If this continued, Dalaran truly wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Kael'thas, Kurdran, you arrived just in time." Terenas looked at Kael'thas, feeling incredibly distressed.
He never expected that Kael'thas could activate and deactivate the magic barrier covering Lordaeron at will.
In other words, whether Lordaeron was safe or would be breached by the Horde was entirely up to Kael'thas!
"No wonder he was willing to move the magic barrier, worth millions of gold coins and safeguarding Silvermoon City, to Lordaeron. So that was his plan."
"The safety of all Lordaeron is entirely at Kael'thas's discretion."
"This way, he can manipulate us however he wants."
"This guy is too insidious!"
Terenas was grinding his teeth but couldn't show it. He had to feign happiness, which made him feel worse than swallowing a hundred spiders.
He made up his mind:
After the meeting, he would secretly meet and negotiate with each national leader, and no matter what, he would pull them into his camp, making them understand:
The human nations were their own people; the High Elves were outsiders.
No matter how discordant their own people were, they were still their own people and must unite against outsiders.
They must unite and force Kael'thas to hand over control of the magic barrier, or at least a portion of it.
If absolutely necessary, he could buy it.
The Menethil family was the world's number one family, and Lordaeron was the world's strongest nation. A few million gold coins were well within their means!
"In just over a month, the war situation has changed drastically. The Alliance has gone from a complete defeat to a full counterattack, and Quel'Thalas accounts for at least half of the credit."
King Thoras's tired face was full of smiles.
Just yesterday, he and the Sador Bridge defenders launched a pincer attack, routing the retreating Horde from the eastern front. Stromgarde's crisis was finally resolved, and he had his first good night's sleep in a year.
And his nephew, Danath Trollbane, had told him everything that happened in the Alterac Kingdom, including the property seized from the royal family and nobles, which made him increasingly satisfied with his grandnephew.
The only minor flaw was that young Garithos was again badmouthing Danath and Kael'thas behind their backs. He wondered when he would finally grow up.
Terenas felt increasingly uneasy as he listened.
Unbeknownst to him, Kael'thas, who had originally been solely focused on magic and indifferent to politics, had already interacted with the leaders of various nations.
Not only had he gained their goodwill, but he had also won their practical support.
This, of course, had very complex reasons, such as each nation wanting to take the opportunity to suppress the dominant Lordaeron, but one point played a decisive role:
Kael'thas was kind and useful to all nations!
"Quel'Thalas gets at least half the credit?"
"What a joke!"
"My Lordaeron provided the most people and money, tying down the main Horde army on the front lines. Quel'Thalas was just fighting guerrilla warfare on the periphery."
"In terms of credit, of course, my Lordaeron has the most!"
Terenas knew why Thoras said that—it was purely to annoy him.
Wasn't it just because Stromgarde responded to the call immediately and sent troops to support Lordaeron's territory, and when the Horde attacked Stromgarde's territory, he didn't send troops to help?
There was a reason for that!
He wanted to provide support, but at that time, Hillsbrad Foothills was occupied by the Horde, the sea was blockaded by the Horde Fleet, and large areas of Lordaeron's territory faced the threat of the Horde.
As the King of Lordaeron, he naturally had to first send troops to protect his people and reclaim his land. What was wrong with that?
Lordaeron wasn't the only one who didn't send troops!
If anyone was to blame, it was Kul Tiras and Gilneas for being too weak, unable to defeat the Horde in naval battles.
If anyone was to blame, it was Stromgarde for its poor military capability, unable to defend even the small Arathi Highlands and Tol Barad Island!
"The victory achieved now is the result of the combined efforts of all Alliance nations."
He couldn't openly refute it, so he said something diplomatic.
Anduin Lothar suddenly said: "Your Majesty is right. The Alliance succeeded because of unity, and the Horde failed because of disunity."
He stood up, his expression serious: "The Horde's military strength initially far exceeded ours. Whether they consolidated the territories they had already conquered, continued to attack Ironforge and Gnomeregan, relying on the more vast subcontinents of Azeroth and Khaz Modan to fight a war of attrition with us, or fully attacked Lordaeron, they could have won."
"However, the Horde had too many internal conflicts and serious disagreements. Gul'dan and Blackhand were at odds, Ogrim and Gul'dan were at odds, and Zuluhed and other chieftains were at odds with Ogrim. The various clans were not united and did not work together, which allowed us to seize the opportunity."
He said in a deep voice: "I hope we continue to unite against the Horde. Only then can we achieve ultimate victory!"
Everyone responded and cheered.
No matter what they thought internally, they certainly couldn't openly oppose it, otherwise, it would be seen as splitting the Alliance and undermining the united front against the Horde.
"Marshal Lothar is still an honest man," Kael'thas said, feeling inferior.
He didn't have such a high level of ideological or political awareness.
In his heart, the interests of Quel'Thalas definitely came before the interests of the Alliance.
The Horde certainly had to be fought, but he would never miss an opportunity that could benefit Quel'Thalas and weaken Lordaeron's dominant position.
"Marshal Lothar is right."
Kael'thas expressed his support: "Now that the Alterac Kingdom has been occupied by the allied forces of the three races and four nations, the Dragonhawk Riders will also remain in Lordaeron to jointly resist the Horde's invasion."
"And the Gryphon Riders!" Kurdran quickly stated, glancing at Kael'thas.
Kael'thas understood, smiling as he said: "I have discussed with Highlord, the Wildhammer Dwarves will join the Alliance, and once Krasus sorts things out, we will go to Grim Batol to rescue the Red Dragon Queen and eliminate the Dragonmaw Clan entrenched there."
He paused, then continued: "Grim Batol is filled with Shadow curses. After the war, Quel'Thalas will send priests and Paladins to help purify that city. I wonder if you all—"
"Since we are part of the Alliance, the Stormwind Kingdom will also do its part." Anduin Lothar immediately responded.
Other leaders also responded one after another.
They agreed at the meeting.
As for whether they would send people after the war, and how many, that would be decided later.
"—Lordaeron as well." Terenas was once again swept up by the consensus and reluctantly agreed.
The conference concluded in a harmonious atmosphere.
Leaders from various nations fully expressed their opinions and suggestions, jointly summarizing the past and looking forward to the future, and expressed serious concern about when Krasus would return and when Kael'thas's plan could be implemented.
His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas stated the current difficulties and promised to overcome them, doing his utmost to ensure the successful completion of the mission.
As for the smaller, two-on-two meetings after the main conference, that was another matter.
"Sylvanas, you have rendered great service in the Battle of Hinterlands, the Battle of Stromgarde, the Battle of Thoradin's Wall, the Battle of Durnholde, the Battle of Tarren Mill, and the Battle of Alterac. What reward do you want?"
After the meeting, Kael'thas found Sylvanas.
Sylvanas quickly declined: "Your Highness, you deserve the most credit."
"Punish mistakes, reward merits, that is what His Majesty taught me."
Kael'thas smiled: "Quel'Thalas cannot have a third Ranger-Lord for now; His Majesty and the council members will not agree. Although you cannot be promoted, I think there is a reward you definitely won't refuse."
"What?" Sylvanas was a little curious.
"Come with me and you'll know."
Kael'thas kept her guessing, taking Sylvanas back to Silvermoon City to privately meet His Majesty the King.
"Agreed." Anasterian consented.
It was just a weapon; no matter how precious, it was only worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Sylvanas had achieved great military feats and fully deserved it.
The two came to the Sunwell Plateau, and Sylvanas's heart pounded. She probably guessed what the reward was.
It was something she had fantasized about countless times but never dared to hope for.
Kael'thas led Sylvanas to the deepest part of the Sunwell and saw a bow.
A legendary divine bow comparable to Sastora Windrunner's legacy.
It was bathed in brilliant radiance, with the Sunwell's energy flowing through its body, emitting a dazzling blue light. It was exquisitely beautiful amidst the flowing light and illusions; one glance would captivate the heart.
"Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury—" Sylvanas whispered, involuntarily moving her steps toward the orange bow.
At this moment, she was not a commander on the battlefield, but a Ranger, a girl, seeing something she loved.
The temptation of the orange bow's power and light was irresistible to any archer.
However, she was immediately startled awake, quickly stopping her steps and waving her hand: "No, no, Thori'dal is the private property of the Sunstrider family, a inherited divine artifact left by King Dath'Remar. How can it be given to me—"
"Why not?"
Kael'thas smiled and interrupted: "Weapons only have value on the battlefield; keeping it here is meaningless. And you, the future Ranger-General, you are the one who deserves it most!"
"Go, it is what you deserve, just like your sister."
"Both Thori'dal and Sastora are infused with the energy of the Sunwell. In a sense, they are sisters, just like you sisters."
"—Yes, Your Highness!"
Sylvanas took a deep breath, walked over, and grasped the bowstring.
In an instant, the Sunwell's energy flowed from Thori'dal into her, creating a wondrous connection between her and the orange bow, as if their destinies were already linked.
Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury, became an extension of her arm and will.
She placed her other hand on the bowstring and slowly drew it back. The Sunwell's energy immediately condensed into a blue arrow with magical effects.
She released the bowstring, and the arrow shot up like lightning, soaring into the clouds, then exploding with a roar.
Sylvanas's chest heaved, her breathing rapid, as the scene of Alleria single-handedly holding back the Eagle God above Zul'Aman flashed in her mind.
The magical arrows shot by Thori'dal were no less powerful than Sastora's "Wind Burst"!
"Thank you, Your Highness!" Sylvanas held the orange bow, knelt on one knee, her heart filled with immense gratitude for His Royal Highness.
The two left the Sunwell and returned to Silvermoon City, where they met Liadrin.
"Your Highness, Highlord Alonsus Faol has agreed to teach the path of the Paladin to the High Elves. My teacher is currently discussing the specific details with the Highlord." Liadrin said with a beaming smile.
Such a significant matter of evangelism, she wouldn't dare to make decisions on her own, so she reported to the Chief High Priest immediately.
After confirming His Royal Highness's support and reporting to His Majesty the King, Vandellor, who already had a good relationship with Alonsus Faol, immediately agreed.
After all, the Holy Light is one family, and an additional inheritance would only benefit the High Elves.
"My teacher has already reported to His Majesty the King and plans to establish a Paladin order, with me as its leader. His Majesty said that you facilitated this matter, and it should be named by you." Liadrin said.
I facilitated it? How come I didn't know? Is this a Merit that fell from the sky?
Kael'thas thought for a moment and said: "Let's call it the Sun Knights."
The High Elven Paladin organization in the original history was called the "Blood Knights," but now there is no "Blood Elf" stage, so it is not suitable.
They couldn't possibly be called the "High Knights," which would sound like they were superior to ordinary Paladin organizations. What would Faol, Uther, and the others think? That wouldn't be appropriate either.
The foundation of the High Elves is the Sunwell, and the royal family is the Sunstrider family, both related to the sun. Calling it the "Sun Knights" is a natural progression.
"The Tauren Paladins' power source is not the Holy Light, but the sun An'she, so they are called Sunwalkers."
"Wouldn't that make High Elven Paladins and Tauren Paladins one family?"
Kael'thas's heart stirred; perhaps he could promote sun worship in Quel'Thalas.
In that case, High Elven priests and Paladins would have an additional source of power, walking on two legs, which would undoubtedly be stronger than hopping on one.
"The Knights will use the sun as their emblem." Kael'thas said.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Your Highness, I wish to go to Lordaeron to receive Paladin training. Uther has promised to personally teach me," Liadrin requested.
"No rush."
Kael'thas smiled, "You, Sylvanas, Vereesa, and Lanathel, will accompany me on a trip to the Great Sea."
Lanathel asked curiously, "Your Highness, what are we going there for?"
Kael'thas replied, "To find some artifacts for you to deal with the demon soul and Deathwing, and to see if Gul'dan is there."
He didn't care for the Skull of Hex, but the Skull of Gul'dan was a different matter, coveted even by demigods.
The five of them teleported to Lordaeron, then rode Dragonhawks westward. After seven days of flying, they finally saw a large landmass in the distance, almost the size of all Quel'Thalas. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a small continent.
"So the artifacts Your Highness is looking for are on the Broken Isles. I've heard about this place from sailors who've traveled far. This place...?"
Vereesa pointed northwest and said, "That's not right, why is there an extra island there?"
The Broken Isles lived up to its name; its main body was a huge island surrounded by dozens to hundreds of smaller islands, scattered like stars, with the largest only about the size of Silvermoon City.
But the island to the northwest was much larger than Silvermoon City!
"Everyone, be careful," Sylvanas said with a grave expression.
Something out of the ordinary must mean trouble. She picked up her Orange Bow, ready for battle.
The distant island grew larger and larger, and soon its full appearance could be seen.
It was a green island, the entire island eroded and covered by green energy, looking particularly terrifying.
"Look, there's something on the island!" Vereesa cried out.
As they drew closer, they saw that about half of the island was occupied by colossal structures.
The architectural style was very similar to that of the ancient Night Elf Empire, appearing to be an ancient temple.
"Sargeras' Tomb," Kael'thas said.
Sylvanas's expression changed slightly, "Sargeras? Dark Titan Sargeras? Didn't he fail to reach our world, so how could there be a tomb?"
Vereesa's eyes widened, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Sargeras! How is that possible? If he had come, our world would have long been occupied by the Burning Legion—no, it would have been destroyed by the Dark Titan!"
That was the Dark Titan!
Although no one had ever seen Sargeras truly act, and no one knew how powerful the Dark Titan truly was, one thing was certain:
As the creator and supreme ruler of the Burning Legion, he was definitely much stronger than Archimonde.
Archimonde was considered the strongest male walking on the land of Azeroth, a top-tier demigod comparable to Queen Azshara, an entity capable of twisting the strongest Wild God, Malorne, into submission.
Archimonde alone could destroy all of Quel'Thalas.
And the Dark Titan Sargeras, in the eyes of mages and scholars, was thousands of times more powerful than Archimonde!
Liadrin and Lanathel also showed expressions of horror.
The High Elves had complete historical records, and they had all read about that period in books.
Ten thousand years ago, Queen Azshara was tempted by the Dark Titan Sargeras, attempting to use the Well of Eternity's energy to open a portal for Sargeras to descend upon this world, thereby gaining the power Sargeras promised and marrying him.
But all of this was prevented by the Night Elves, the Wild Gods, and the Dragonflights.
The Great Sundering of the Well of Eternity caused cataclysmic destruction, completely shattering the continental shelf, altering the entire planet's topography, and changing the destiny of every race.
"Impossible!"
Vereesa was puzzled, "Sargeras is too strong. Only the energy of the Well of Eternity could open a large enough portal for him to descend, and the Well of Eternity no longer exists!"
Although there was a Well of Eternity on Mount Hyjal, it was merely created by Illidan using three vials of Well of Eternity water, completely incomparable to the true Well of Eternity.
The difference between the two was greater than that between an ant and an elephant.
After the Great Sundering of the Well of Eternity, there was no longer any energy on this world that could allow the Dark Titan to descend. How did he get here?
"Not his true form, but an insignificant avatar, possessing only a trace of his true power," Kael'thas recounted that forgotten history.
The battle between Aegwynn and Sargeras' avatar was known only to a very few mages, besides the Dragonflights.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Eight hundred years ago, the Dark Titan Sargeras had used an artifact called the "sargeras' scepter" to open a portal and send an avatar into Azeroth?
Aegwynn, the former Guardian of Tirisfal, who was only a little over a hundred years old at the time, engaged in an earth-shattering battle with Sargeras' avatar in Northrend, on the northern continent?
The intensity of that battle was incredibly high, so much so that even the Dragonflights, including the Red Dragon Queen, couldn't get close?
The magical storm manipulated by Aegwynn swept across the entire Dragonblight?
Sargeras' avatar was ultimately defeated by Aegwynn, but he secretly transferred his soul into Aegwynn's body, and with Aegwynn's child, it transferred into the last Guardian, the Archmage Medivh?
From then on, Medivh was a dual soul, constantly battling within his spirit, which is why he sometimes helped humans eliminate enemies and other times contacted the Burning Legion, eventually connecting with Gul'dan and opening the Dark Portal, leading to the Orc invasion?
Marshal Lothar, Khadgar, and the Orc legendary assassin Garona were able to infiltrate Karazhan and kill Medivh because, at the critical moment, Medivh strongly resisted, restraining Sargeras' soul?
Although Sargeras' avatar died, his remains, armor, and staff were sealed by Aegwynn within a part of the ancient Night Elf city of Suramar, becoming Sargeras' Tomb?
The Orc legendary warlock Gul'dan betrayed the Horde precisely to enter Sargeras' Tomb and search for the artifact "sargeras' eye," which contained Sargeras' power?
Gul'dan and his subordinate spellcasters actually managed to raise the entire island from the seabed?
"The Dark Titan is terrifying. If he unleashed his full power, he might be able to destroy the entire planet!" Sylvanas exclaimed.
"Lady Aegwynn is too strong. I think she is the most powerful spellcaster in this world, not Queen Azshara or the Blue Dragon King Malygos," Vereesa marveled.
"Gul'dan is too frightening. To create an island out of nothing is almost comparable to the Fire Lord Ragnaros creating Blackrock Mountain three hundred years ago. He's practically a demigod!" Lanathel's eyes showed deep apprehension.
"Your Highness, are the artifacts you're looking for the sargeras' scepter and sargeras' eye? The Dark Titan's artifacts will surely be able to deal with Deathwing," Liadrin inquired.
Kael'thas said, "No, the artifact I'm looking for isn't here."
As he spoke, they arrived above Sargeras' Tomb and saw many Orc and Ogre corpses on the ground.
There were members of the Blackrock Clan, as well as the Raging Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan.
Orc clans each have their unique characteristics, making them easy to identify.
"The Blackrock Clan were the pursuers sent by Ogrim, and they clashed with Gul'dan's forces," Kael'thas said.
Liadrin asked, "Your Highness, who won?"
"Ogrim's people won. They killed most of Gul'dan's followers and have already left," Kael'thas replied.
From the stiffness and degree of decomposition of the corpses, one could roughly estimate the time of death.
These people had died at least ten days ago.
Gul'dan's followers were elites, but their numbers were too few to be a match for the Blackrock Clan.
Liadrin exclaimed, "Gul'dan was killed by Ogrim's people? Is the Blackrock Clan so strong that they can kill a demigod-level being?"
"No, he entered Sargeras' Tomb," Kael'thas said, pointing at the gate.
The gate showed signs of recent opening, and there were many Raging Clan and demon corpses at the entrance, clearly indicating a bloody battle.
"Someone escaped from Sargeras' Tomb. There were only about ten people, and they left the island by ship."
Sylvanas' gaze was sharp, and her mind was agile. While her hunting and tracking abilities might not surpass Alleria's, they were not far behind.
She observed carefully, and from the intricate directions of the footprints, the orientations of the fallen bodies, and the traces left on the beach, she quickly reconstructed the general situation:
"Their steps were panicked; it seemed as if something extremely terrifying was chasing them from behind. They dared not stop and rushed straight to the beach!"
Vereesa, being young, lacked experience in this area and was not emotionally stable enough. Hearing this, she panicked: "Gul'dan escaped with his people? Did he find the sargeras' eye? Your Highness, how powerful is the sargeras' eye?"
Kael'thas said, "If the sargeras' scepter is a tool to open a portal to the astral realm, then the sargeras' eye is the energy to open that portal. The energy it contains is enough to shake continents and destroy the entire Northrend continent."
Vereesa's face changed drastically: "That powerful? Even the Dragon Aspects can't do that, can they? Is the sargeras' eye's energy even greater than the entire Sunwell?"
"It's possible."
Kael'thas said, "But don't worry, it wasn't Gul'dan who escaped, but his followers."
Sylvanas stared at the footprints leading to the beach: "Your Highness is right. There isn't much fel energy in these footprints; it couldn't be Gul'dan. He's still in the tomb, or perhaps he's already dead."
Vereesa suddenly understood: "No wonder Your Highness said the artifact he's looking for isn't here. Gul'dan even died inside. We..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear:.
The five of them might not be stronger than Gul'dan and his elites; going in would likely mean more bad than good.
"What a pity. If we could get the sargeras' eye and the sargeras' scepter, we might really be able to fight Deathwing," Lanathel said with some regret.
Sylvanas shook her head: "Hard to say, they might not be comparable to the demon soul."
Vereesa asked curiously, "Your Highness, the artifact you're looking for can deal with Deathwing and the demon soul. Is it even more powerful than the sargeras' eye?"
Kael'thas said, "Not necessarily more powerful, but two of them are crafted from Deathwing's scales, powerful enough to destroy the demon soul."
The five left Sargeras' Tomb and flew to Shield's Rest Island, in the northeast corner of the Broken Isles, landing in front of a mountain structure.
The gate was tall and wide, carved with mysterious magical runes that glowed with a brilliant blue light, the flowing magical energy.
"Such strong magical fluctuations!" Vereesa's expression was solemn.
She had only witnessed such powerful magical fluctuations on Silvermoon City's triple gates. The protective magic attached to them was definitely of legendary caliber.
"Welcome to the Ancient Kings' Tomb." Kael'thas walked to the gate and carefully studied the magical runes on it.
The essence of all order magic is interconnected, whether it's ancient Vrykul magic, ancient Night Elf magic, or modern human magic, they all share a common origin.
"A tomb? Another ancient tomb?" Vereesa's face changed slightly, almost showing a stress reaction.
How strange, why are all powerful artifacts in tombs? Are we treasure hunting or grave robbing?
She speculated, "Ancient Kings? Kings of the ancient Troll Empire? Kings of the Pandaren Empire? Could it be kings of ancient humans?"
"No, they are Vrykul kings," Kael'thas replied while studying the runes.
Vereesa was puzzled: "What are Vrykul? I've never heard of them."
"Vrykul are the ancestors of humans."
Kael'thas said, "In ancient times, the Titan Guardians created many creatures, and the Vrykul were one of them. Later, they were affected by the flesh curse and transformed into flesh Vrykul. A portion of them gave birth to smaller, deformed children, who are humans."
Vereesa was stunned: "Deformed children? Humans are deformed children?"
"To the tall Vrykul, humans are deformed; to humans, perhaps the Vrykul are the anomaly," Kael'thas said calmly.
Sylvanas, however, was concerned about another question: "The flesh curse? What is that?"
Kael'thas said, "Primitive Azeroth only had rampant fire, water, earth, and wind until the Ancient Gods descended, and then there was life in the true sense."
"The curse of the Ancient Gods is highly corrosive; it can transform elemental beings, Titan constructs, and others into flesh creatures. Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes—and even Dragons—all came from this."
The ancestors of humans are Vrykul.
The ancestors of Dwarves are Earthen.
The ancestors of Gnomes are Mechagnomes.
The ancestors of Dragons are Proto-Dragons, and Proto-Dragons were formed when elemental dragons were afflicted by the flesh curse.
So, in patch 10.0, the Incarnates, who embraced elemental power, are in a sense a reversion, returning to their original form.
Vereesa panicked: "Are we High Elves also products of the flesh curse?"
Kael'thas said, "High Elves originated from Night Elves, and Night Elves were transformed from Dark Trolls by the energy of the Well of Eternity.
As for whether Dark Trolls are products of the flesh curse, I don't know."
Not all flesh life on Azeroth is a product of the flesh curse; it could also be related to the Titan Guardian Freya.
Freya once sowed life in Un'Goro Crater, Sholazar Basin, and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, nurturing a large number of plants and animals, the most powerful of which were the Wild Gods.
Whether Trolls are products of the flesh curse or Freya's life creations, that would have to be asked of those Titan creators; they would surely know.
Of course, even if they are products of the flesh curse, it doesn't matter.
Whether Titan Guardians or Ancient Gods, they are all representatives of the six fundamental forces, with no inherent superiority or inferiority.
"Such exquisite runic defensive magic," Kael'thas praised, then injected magic in a specific way.
With a rumble, the tomb door slowly opened, revealing the sight inside.
Spherical energy beings, glowing with a brilliant blue light, drifted in the cold, dim tomb.
At times they merged, at times they separated, and ripples of magic of the same color constantly appeared, spreading out and merging on the ground, forming a storm that swept through the entire entrance.