Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The kingdom of the high elves.

In the courtyard of the Magisters' Terrace on the Isle of Quel'Danas, a high elf was holding a golden kettle and pouring water at the roots of a towering tree.

Judging from his body shape, it is hard to tell that he is a high elf. He is tall and straight, with a square face and a resolute expression. He has none of the slenderness and softness that are unique to high elves.

In addition, he has long golden hair that reaches his waist, and a pair of blue eyes like the sea under his golden eyebrows, which give this resolute high elf a gentle temperament.

He was wearing a gorgeous red phoenix robe and a black cape. Three gems were suspended behind his shoulders, containing huge magical power representing fire.

The water in the kettle naturally dried up, and the high elf stopped what he was doing. At this time, a high elf dressed like him appeared in the courtyard and took the kettle from him.

"Uncle Thranduil, is today's irrigation ceremony over?"

"It's over, Kyle. Perhaps soon, the Arcandor will bear its first fruit."

That’s right, the big tree planted in the courtyard of the Mage’s Terrace is the legendary Arcandor, and the two high elves are Bloodfather Thranduil, one of the four heroes of the Altar of Kings, and Kael’thas, the high elf king.

The "uncle and nephew" both looked up at the blue legendary tree.

This is a huge tree with arcane symbols engraved on its surface. It does not need soil or sunlight, and it does not seem to need water to sustain life. Instead, it grows by absorbing the arcane energy in the magic network.

What's even more miraculous is that it can coordinate the balance between arcane and natural forces, and its fruit can nourish the bodies of high elves and thus cure their magic addiction.

The Arcandor is not a natural species, but a creation of the night elves in ancient times. It was planted in this magician's platform full of arcane energy after Thranduil obtained the seeds from Suramar a few years ago.

After several years of growth, Arcandor has completely adapted to the high magic environment of Quel'Thalas. Its branches have extended to the entire square, and its blue leaves constantly absorb the magic in the air and then exhale rich vitality.

The same situation also occurred in the Suramar region. Because Grand Mage Elisande and Thranduil belonged to the same camp, she shared these precious seeds with her fellow high elves.

At this moment, Thranduil felt the call of Galen.

He turned to Kael'thas and said, "Kael, you are an excellent king. From today on, Arcandor will be handed over to you."

"Uncle, are you leaving?" Kael'thas said uncertainly.

When Kael'thas first met Thranduil, he was full of curiosity about him because this high elf was so similar to him.

How similar are they?

Even when the rumor spread that Thranduil was Kael'thas' twin brother, he still believed it.

Even though it was later "confirmed" that Thranduil was the direct descendant of Sun Strikers and his father's younger brother, it still took Kael'thas a long time to accept it.

"That's right, I no longer belong to Quel'Thalas. I have my own mission." Thranduil looked at Kael'thas, who was called his nephew but was actually his grandson, with a look of reluctance.

He then gave some instructions to take care of things regarding Arcandor.

"Arcandor is a cultivated plant. It cannot grow on its own in the natural world of Azeroth. It must be carefully cared for by humans to grow and mature safely. It is very easy to be attacked by locusts. Therefore, it is very important to prevent and control locusts for the health of the tree."

"The greatest danger in the growth process of Arcandor comes from the loss of control of arcane energy, especially when arcane energy overwhelms natural energy, a huge explosion is likely to occur!"

"Kayle, you must remember not to irrigate Arcandor with the Sunwell's water alone! After all, the Sunwell is not the complete Well of Eternity. The energy it emits is very single, that is, magic!"

"When watering, be sure to mix the water from the Sunwell with the Fountain of Life from Stromgarde!"

Thranduil finished speaking of all the care experiences in one breath. He repeatedly emphasized this last point. This kind of situation had happened in the land of Suramar in history. The exiled Nightborne suffered heavy casualties. This was the most important issue that was ignored.

"I remember."

The uncle and nephew fell silent again.

"Rosman and his men don't understand the significance of growing Arcandor. The existence of the Sunwell makes them look down on the meager magic power in the Arcandor fruit." Thranduil broke the silence and mentioned another voice in the kingdom.

"Do you understand the meaning of Arcandor? Kyle!"

"I understand uncle!"

Kyle raised his hand and clenched it into a fist: "The high elves in the past were too arrogant and too closed."

"Now the Azeroth Alliance is the dominant force in the world. Since we high elves have already joined, we must keep up with the pace of the Alliance to ensure that Quel'Thalas will not be left far behind. If the high elves want to go out, they must solve the problem of magic addiction!

The Sunwell makes the concentration of magical elements in Quel'Thalas higher than other areas in the world. It is this high concentration of magic environment that changes the bodies of the high elves.

The high elves rarely leave Quel'Thalas because once they leave the coverage of the Sunwell, they cannot endure the poor magic concentration in the outside world. They will feel the emptiness in their hearts and their bodies will extremely crave magic power. This is magic addiction.

"The fruit of Arcandor is the key to solving the magic addiction!"

"Yes! That's right, I'm relieved if you can understand. I can't help you forever!"

Thranduil thought to himself, "Eight thousand years ago, I led the high elves to the east, established the High Elf Kingdom, built the Sunwell, and repelled the forest trolls. Now that I have been reborn, I will find the seeds of Arcandor for you and cultivate them successfully for you..."

I used to be the leader of the high elves, and I worried about you all the time, but I’m not a babysitter. You have to walk your own path in the future!

"In that case, I'll go first!"

Thranduil activated a scroll of teleportation and left Quel'Thalas.