"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and still there is no word of our fathers' return. They must have encountered some great difficulty." Archaedas's deep voice rumbled through the hall.
Galen was taken aback. The Earth King's understanding of the situation seemed… limited. He had received far less soul information from the fallen Titans than Loken, Odin, or Mimiron. But then Galen considered Archaedas's role – primarily logistical, much like Mimiron. High expectations for his strategic or combat insight were likely misplaced.
"Uldaman lacks the necessary facilities to create physical bodies, and though Ulduar possesses such equipment, it is not within our control. Even if it were, I suspect that damned Loken has depleted its energy reserves. Otherwise, Mimiron and I could have fashioned a new form for you," Archaedas continued, a note of frustration in his tone. Galen could feel the vibrations in the air even from the doorway.
"Actually, this human body is quite satisfactory. I have already grown accustomed to it, so there is no need to abandon it," Aragorn offered from beside Galen.
"Alas, this is all we can offer for now," Archaedas sighed. "Here is a memory disc for you. It contains the memories we were able to retrieve. As for the backup you left behind… that will have to wait until the Dragon Isles are born."
"Recovering my memories is a great boon in itself. As for restoring my full strength, that is of lesser concern. After all, I am now a demigod empowered by the Holy Light!" Though his current combat prowess might not match his peak, he was far from defenseless, still capable of challenging the Titan Watchers.
At this moment, Galen stepped fully into the Hall of Khaz'goroth and addressed the two Titan creations. "Currently, Mimiron has lost his physical form and is hidden within the depths of Ulduar. Only by dealing with Loken can their predicament be resolved."
Archaedas nodded in approval of Galen. He respected this ally's decisive action, launching the Northern Expedition with swift resolve. He had also heard of their successful occupation of two provinces and their contact with the Dragon Aspects. Their strategy was clear: when the Alliance's hundreds of thousands of troops, combined with Uldaman's three hundred thousand earthen and the Dragonshrine army, drew Loken's Iron Army to the outskirts of the Storm Peaks, an elite commando unit would strike directly at Ulduar. From the current outlook, if Galen's feigned attack succeeded in misdirecting Loken, they would undoubtedly catch the rogue Watcher off guard.
"Lord Galen," Archaedas said, his gaze steady, "Uldaman's earthen army stands ready to depart at your command." He looked at Galen with profound gratitude. "Galen, thank you for your aid to Tyr, allowing us to reunite sooner than anticipated. As a token of our thanks, I can help you reforge those two weapons, not only making them more powerful but also allowing them to resize themselves to match your current form!"
Galen's eyes lit up. This was excellent news. After using Ancestral Transformation, the Ashbringer and Strom'kar became comically small, utterly impractical. He hadn't even considered a solution, yet Archaedas, likely the most skilled blacksmith in all of Azeroth, was offering an improvement.
Galen immediately produced Strom'kar and the Ashbringer, handing them both to the Earth King.
"Hmm!" Archaedas held the two battle swords, carefully examining them. "Fine weapons. This one… I have a faint recollection of crafting it. And this one is also well-made, bearing the hallmarks of earthen technology and utilizing top-tier materials." He looked up at Galen. "Lord, grant me two days, and I shall have these weapons enhanced for you!"
Two days later, Galen left Uldaman a triumphant figure, two potent artifacts now resting on his back. Strom'kar's blade was now sharper and more menacing. Empowered by Emperor Thoradin's residual energy and reforged by Archaedas, its appearance closely mirrored the "Kingslayer" artifact Galen remembered from his previous life! The Ashbringer's appearance had also undergone a transformation, evolving from a simple greatsword to a resplendent golden heavy sword, its design shifting from the classic form to the imposing "Righteous Heavy Sword"!
However, the enhancement of the two artifacts was not Galen's greatest joy. His true happiness stemmed from the news that Sylvanas and Alleria Windrunner had concluded their military service clearing the undead from Southern Eversong Woods. Now liberated, they had brought the Windrunner Legion to Northrend! Ah ha, my two precious wives have arrived! Galen was finally free from the constant company of men!
Galen hurried back to Howling Fjord, making for the high elf's new city, Niflheim, only to be informed by the youngest Windrunner sibling that his two elder sisters had journeyed to the Crusader outpost on the northeast coast: Howling Port. Their thoughts had clearly aligned. So, Galen hastened to his territory once more, finally reuniting with his long-lost girlfriends in the town hall.
The moment Sylvanas saw Galen, she rushed forward with a captivating smile, embracing him in a warm hug. "Galen, I have missed you so dearly!"
Galen returned her embrace, holding her warm and soft body close, before kissing her delicate face. "I have missed you too, Shiva!" He hadn't expected the usually aloof Sylvanas to be so clingy after their long separation, but he certainly relished her affection.
After savoring Galen's long-awaited warm embrace, Sylvanas composed herself, stepping back from his arms. She then drew Alleria forward, gently pushing her into Galen's embrace. "Don't be shy, sister. This is the man we have chosen!"
Galen smiled, readily embracing Alleria and kissing the female elf affectionately on the lips. "Ooh～～" Alleria initially offered a token resistance but soon melted into Galen's arms. Sylvanas watched with a hint of playful jealousy, then smiled in relief and squeezed into Galen's embrace as well.
"Hahaha!" Galen laughed heartily. The satisfaction of empowering his artifacts, coupled with the joyous reunion with his two lovers after a long separation, was a happiness multiplied! Only one thought occupied Galen's mind. He swept both Windrunner sisters into his arms, carrying them towards his room.
"Galen… don't."
"Galen, put us down!"
"Impossible! Hahaha!"
The next morning, Galen awoke to the sound of a dragon's roar. Still groggy, he saw Alleria shyly pulling the quilt over her naked form, incidentally covering her sister's exposed breasts. The previous night, they had all slept in the same bed, with the incomparably brave Sylvanas repeatedly launching charges despite being thoroughly exhausted by Galen's… attentions. She was, understandably, the most tired of the three.
"Galen, Galen, Ymiron of the Dragonflayer clan is here." A familiar voice called from outside the town hall. Galen recognized Danath's tone, but he was reluctant to leave his warm haven.
"Galen, go and see. Your cousin is calling you!" Alleria nudged Galen, who was still feigning sleep, urging him to get up quickly. Danath had learned of their arrival yesterday, and she didn't want him to wait too long to come inside! It was simply too embarrassing.
Galen grumbled inwardly, briefly wishing he could tear apart this cousin who had disturbed his pleasant dreams, but he had no choice but to rise, dress, and bid farewell to this gentle sanctuary.