Quel'Thalas, Lakeheart Castle.
Galen and Kael'thas, along with a group, were carefully examining a shipment of grain from Andorhal.
"So, what have you found?"
While it was called research, Galen was merely there as a placeholder; the real researchers were the legendary mage Kael'thas and two high-ranking mages: Iluxia and her mother.
"This isn't just a simple plague; there are traces of magic on it," Kael'thas said with certainty. "It's a plague created with the power of death. Once infected, it's difficult to remove. Professionals might be able to resist it with their own strength, but those civilians…"
Kael'thas's meaning was clear: if this grain were consumed by the residents of an entire city, who would have the ability to eradicate the plague within them!
Unless priests used holy light to cleanse their bodies one-on-one, removing the plague formed by the power of death!
In any case, Kael'thas knew that the high elf kingdom didn't have this capability.
"Quel'Thalas also had a group of cultists propagating the Cult of the Damned some time ago, but they were quickly wiped out by Lady Liadrin and her paladins! What's the situation in Stromgarde?"
"Hehe… we purged over a thousand dark cultists, but since last month, no one dares to come anymore. They're a bunch of guys without perseverance."
Galen's boastful words made Kael'thas's face darken. How could Galen say such an obnoxious thing?
"It's clear now that the entire northern continent is being poisoned by the Cult of the Damned. It's just that our two nations were prepared and eliminated them in advance. Dalaran has Antonidas in charge, and since Kel'Thuzad was recently discovered researching necromancy, the entire city is sensitive to the power of darkness."
"Is it just that the supposedly strongest Lordaeron has become the hardest-hit area of the plague?" Kael'thas didn't understand.
"What do you think the Cult of the Damned needs? Believers, undead, resurrected dead, which is a large number of troops. Your high elves have so few people; the benefits and costs are not proportional. Of course, the populous humans are more suitable. Among them, Lordaeron is a recognized populous country. Who else would the Cult of the Damned target if not them?"
Dalaran also has a small population, and Stromgarde, they wanted to deal with it, but they couldn't even get past the border checkpoints. There's also the Kingdom of Alterac; Kel'Thuzad also sent people there, but they never returned.
Just kidding… Alterac City is the old nest of the Holy Light Dragon. The people of the Cult of the Damned were turned to ashes by the Holy Light Dragon Breath before they even got close.
"There's still time to notify Terenas!" Kael'thas said anxiously.
"You go if you want; I have no interest in being mocked by him." Terenas has been the leader of the alliance for too long and really treats other countries as younger brothers. Galen doesn't think he will listen to the warnings of other countries.
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate. I will send a letter to Archmage Antonidas, asking him to warn Lordaeron to pay attention to the plague incident." Kael'thas stopped talking about this topic. As an outsider, he had already done his best.
Seeing that the research was almost done, Galen waved his hand and asked Iluxia to take her mother back to rest.
"Kael, do you want to change the current situation in Quel'Thalas?" Galen said mysteriously.
"Oh? What ideas do you have, Galen?" Kael'thas was instantly awake when he heard this. He wanted to hear Galen's opinion.
"Destroy and then rebuild!"
Galen's words changed Kael'thas's expression.
"In my opinion, the most serious hidden dangers of the high elves currently lie in two aspects."
"First, the high elves are extremely extravagant and arrogant. The people have been misled by the nobles, and I believe that the Alliance is the only way out for all the kingdoms of the Eastern Continent. Closing the country and indulging in the pride of the past will inevitably lead to destruction."
"The second is political, the king's council system, hehe, you have a deep understanding of this, right."
The Silvermoon City's political arena is smoggy. The high elf kingdom with hundreds of thousands of people is darker than the human race with nearly ten million people.
When Anasterian proposed a bill, those councilors opposed it without even thinking about it, without even looking at whether the bill was beneficial to the kingdom, whether it could increase the kingdom's strength, or make the kingdom stronger.
Anyway, it was just opposing for the sake of opposition. The power struggle between the royalist faction and the noble council faction became increasingly fierce. In order to limit the royal power, they even drove out the crown prince.
Awesome, too awesome.
Unable to distinguish between the big and small kings!
If this were in Stromgarde, Galen would have found a chance to kill the councilors one by one long ago and seize the central power as soon as possible.
Anyway, Thranduil looked resentful when he heard the news.
However, this is not to blame his ancestor of the Sunstrider family. When the high elf kingdom was established, Dath'Remar became the king. In order to prevent the king from being as dictatorial as Azshara, he established the noble council to share the king's power.
When the high elf kingdom was passed down to Kael'thas's father's generation, the Silvermoon Council had already become a force, even able to compete with the royal party. Especially after the Troll Wars, it was difficult for the royal power to overwhelm the Silvermoon Council, and many powers were divided by the council faction.
Back then, Alleria chose not to inherit the position of ranger-general because she disliked the domestic political environment. She wanted to go out and find a way to save the country.
Thinking of this, Galen continued to drop a bombshell: "In my opinion, the high elves' civil war is probably on the verge of breaking out!"
Galen's words were deafening to Kael'thas!
"That's impossible!"
Kael'thas obviously didn't believe it!
"mmp Kael, you idiot! Is this difficult to understand?" Now it was Galen's turn to hate that iron cannot be made into steel.
"Do you think you can smoothly inherit the throne of the Sun King from Emperor Anasterian? Do you think you are me? I wouldn't sit on the throne even if my father gave it to me. Do you think you can easily become the next Sun King?" Galen scoffed.
"Either the royal power wins, and you successfully inherit the throne, or the Silvermoon Council abolishes the monarchy, and the Sunstrider bloodline is exiled to Dalaran."
Civil war, Galen was very sure of this.
Galen's first political knowledge was learned from the "Rome: Total War" game back then. When your Senate support rate is low to a certain level, civil war will inevitably break out.
Of course, the game is just a game, but it comes from history. Kael'thas is different from Galen. Kael'thas is in the game and even has no ability to change it.
Still that sentence, now that he has the ability, he wants to help the high elves and help Kael'thas.
It's often said that politics is dirty, but Galen doesn't need to understand the politics of Stromgarde. The Torbane family's dominance allows Galen to suppress any minor opposition with ease.
Galen can ignore the politics of the Alliance because he knows his strength is paramount. If not for the shared origins of humanity, he would have already established the Stromgarde Empire by force.
Let the hidden demons and monsters scheme; I will suppress them with my power, and then drown them with the endless forces of the Origin Heart!
I can even outlive them, and then outlive their sons and grandsons.
The biggest difference between Kael'thas and Galen is that he doesn't have a cheat. He doesn't have the power to change fate.
Saying so much is actually useless. Doesn't Kael'thas know these problems?
Wouldn't his advisors know?
I understand the principles, but I still can't live a good life. Isn't that a portrayal of Kael'thas right now?
"So, Galen, what do you mean by 'destroy to build anew'?" Galen pinpointed the hidden dangers of the High Elf kingdom with a single sentence. For an outsider to see so clearly, Kael'thas had to seriously consider a plan to save his kingdom.
"Behind the Cult of the Damned, a demigod-level spirit is manipulating events, and behind him is the Burning Legion!" Galen revealed a little of the truth behind the undead plague.
"The Burning Legion!" Kael'thas exclaimed! "Those persistent demons again!"
When it comes to understanding the Burning Legion, no one in Azeroth knows more than the High Elves. After all, their ancestors were practically accomplices of the Burning Legion.
"That's right. Six months ago, the Knights of the Silver Hand and I captured a Dreadlord and learned from him about the Burning Legion's lieutenant, Kil'jaeden's, plot. He wants to use the undead to weaken Azeroth's forces and then invade Azeroth."
"What should we do!"
"The High Elves possess the Sunwell. As the saying goes, to be without fault is to be in danger. Sooner or later, you will be attacked by the undead because of the Sunwell. We can manipulate events to use the undead Scourge to eliminate the malignant tumors within the High Elves!"
Kael'thas felt conflicted after hearing this plan. It was easy to play with fire and get burned.
Of course, Kael'thas doesn't know that Galen has millions of troops behind him as a safety net. He is confident that even if the Lich King transforms all the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron into undead, and digs up the ancestors of Lordaeron for eighteen generations, he still can't defeat the Crusade.
Damn it, I've finally achieved some success since I transmigrated!
I can quietly sit back and watch the Lich King's anger, his second anger, his third anger, and let him explode the Frozen Throne!
Now that the Draenei have safely arrived in Azeroth, their spaceship, the Exodar, won't break through Azeroth's great barrier from space, leaving Azeroth's defenses riddled with holes.
As long as Sargeras and his true form cannot descend upon Azeroth, I can do whatever I want!
Kael'thas seemed to sense some change in Galen, but upon closer inspection, he seemed no different from before.
"Galen, this matter is of great importance. I need to return to Silvermoon City myself and discuss it carefully with my father!" Kael'thas is, after all, not the Sun King. He lacks courage and authority, and everything needs his father's approval.
"Go, Kael. I can only tell you now that I won't harm the High Elves. I have countless connections with your Sunstrider family."
Galen patted Kael'thas on the shoulder, looking at Kael with his eyes.
This made Kael'thas very unhappy. What did Galen mean by looking at a junior with those eyes?
I'm hundreds of years older than him!
"Also, let me give you a heads-up, so that you and your father won't lack confidence." At this moment, Galen walked to the window of the castle, turning his back to Kael'thas, with the posture of a lonely strongman: "I am now a demigod. I don't care about the Lich King at all. I can destroy him with a flip of my hand!"
Kael'thas's heart shook again. Today, he had received too much information that exceeded his mental defenses, and he had been shocked countless times.
I'm numb!
Fortunately, this world doesn't have the rule that only one person can become a demigod in ten thousand years, otherwise Kael'thas would have cried to death.
"Want to become a demigod, Kael?"
Just as Kael'thas was dazed by the news of Galen's becoming a god, he heard Galen's words again in his ear.
"Yes!"
"If you want to, go to work. After the Scourge is over, I'll help you become a god!"
… … … … … …
After Galen sent Kael'thas away, he quietly came to Andorhal, accompanied by Iluxia Barov, the eldest daughter of the Barov family.
"Iluxia, why don't you stay with your parents for a few more days? You haven't been back for a long time, have you?"
Galen stopped, and Iluxia almost bumped into Galen's back. Her face turned red, and she whispered, "It hasn't been that long. My father asked me to stay by His Highness the Prince's side. You need a helper to do odd jobs."
After the Gadin invasion, the Barov family clung to Galen even more tightly. After all, they had seceded from the Kingdom of Alterac and were hated by the old nobles of Alterac. In addition, the royal family of Lordaeron was eyeing them covetously, and they could only rely on the protection of the Torbane family.
In this life, the Kingdom of Alterac was infiltrated by Nefarian in the guise of Daval Prestor, who carried out a major purge of the original nobles of the Kingdom of Alterac, expelling 80% of the nobles. The Syndicate organization formed by this group of nobles is constantly staring at the Barov family, ready to pounce and take a bite at any time.
"It's too wasteful to let a high-level peak mage do odd jobs, Iluxia."
"Because you are different, Your Highness the Prince."
"You can call me Galen, Iluxia, after all, I am also a disciple of Gandalf. We are from the same school."
This was the first time Galen had come into close contact with a member of the Barov family. He recalled the tragic fate of their family in Scholomance in his previous life. Now their fate had been changed, and Galen was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
Iluxia was stared at by Galen, and only felt that the eyes of her prince seemed to suck her soul back.
Galen may not know that the increase in strength made his style of doing things no longer conservative. The change in mentality, coupled with the increase in personal charm, had already formed a leader's temperament in him.
Iluxia shook her head and whispered, "Okay, Senior Brother Galen."
"Yes, that's right, Junior Sister Iluxia." Galen continued to walk towards the pier of Caer Darrow.
"By the way, Iluxia, why don't you send Siward and Alex to the training camp in Hearthglen?"
The two male members of the Barov family, one eighteen and one twenty, were about the same age as Tirion Fordring and Renault Mograine, but they had been raised as good-for-nothings in Caer Darrow, and knew nothing but infighting among brothers.
Galen didn't understand. The Barov family possessed the bloodline of Arathor, inherited for thousands of years. Was this how they cultivated their descendants?
Iluxia's face flushed red again, this time not from shyness, but from shame.
"My father and mother spoil them too much. I once wrote a letter suggesting they be sent to Minas Tirith, which would not only improve their strength but also allow them to meet outstanding young people in the Alliance."
"However, my brothers believe that nobles should not learn crude martial arts and are unwilling to endure hardship. They strongly resisted, and my father and mother no longer insisted."
Galen was annoyed by this. What did they mean by martial arts being crude? Although the path of the warrior is indeed not as good as that of mages and priests in terms of health and longevity, this path doesn't require as much talent as the mage and priest paths. Practice yields results, at most capping at high-level.
If the two male members of the Barov family had the strength of high-level warriors a few days ago, they could have charged at the dark wizard together, one knocking him down and the other stomping on him, then grinding him into the ground.
But what happened? The two of them hid behind their father, trembling.
If the mother's arrival hadn't delayed the time, the family would have been finished.
"Then let me ask you, do you hope your two younger brothers become successful, or do you want to shoulder everything yourself and become a legendary mage to protect them for the rest of their lives?" Galen posed a multiple-choice question.
"Senior Brother Galen, if I had a choice, I would hope that my two younger brothers could carry the glory of the Barov family," Iluxia sighed. Before becoming Gandalf's apprentice, she was a traditional noble lady who never thought of inheriting the family's title and bringing glory to the family. If she had a choice, she wouldn't have worked so hard to learn, just to break through.
"Very good. Since your parents didn't educate their children well, then I'll help them out," Galen seemed to have thought of something, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. "Tomorrow, the Royal Guard will come to Caer Darrow to take your two younger brothers away."
"Yes, let's set a limit of one year. I'll let them go home after a year."
"That's great, Senior Brother Galen. Are you sending them to the training camp in Minas Tirith?" Iluxia was overjoyed.
"No, it's a place even better than the training camp!"
As they were talking, they arrived at the pier of Caer Darrow. Galen looked around, wondering why they couldn't see a shadow of the person they were supposed to meet here.
"Onyxia!"
Galen shouted loudly.
"I'm here, my master," a sweet voice appeared from behind a large tree not far away, followed by a mature woman walking out from behind the tree.
"What are you hiding for?"
"I just saw that there was a beauty by my master's side, and I was afraid of disturbing the master's time with the beauty," Onyxia said, covering her mouth and teasing Galen as she walked.
"Onyxia, you've become a golden dragon, why do you still act like a black dragon..." Where's the dignity? Where's the holiness?
"Oh, so you like serious girls..."
"Okay, you're scaring Iluxia," Galen turned to introduce Iluxia: "This is Onyxia, she will take us to Andorhal later."
"A g-g-giant dragon?" Iluxia stammered.
"That's right, I'm my master's exclusive golden dragon mount. Originally, you could only stay in my claws, but for my master's sake, I can let you sit behind me with my master."
"Okay, let's go quickly, or we'll miss the good show!"