Galen had warned the Alliance countries half a year in advance to prepare, so the losses caused by Sinestra were still within an acceptable range.
Although the Cataclysm she brought was powerful, it was far less destructive than Deathwing in other timelines, and it only had some impact on the geographical environment.
For example, the great rift valley that runs through the southeast and northwest of the Golden Plains, Galen can completely dispatch Gal, the Earth Elemental King of Draenor, to repair it.
And those Twilight Dragons that can grow and reproduce rapidly are all under Galen's control, even if Sinestra is really completely corrupted by the power of the Old Gods, it will be difficult for her to pose a threat to the world.
In Galen's estimation, the real disaster this time is the second wave, the invasion of the elemental realm.
The four Elemental Lords, that's four high-level demigods, plus the elemental lords under their command, are indeed a headache.
However, the four elements are not in harmony, which gives Galen the opportunity to defeat them one by one.
In the spring of the twenty-third year of the Dark Portal, representatives of various civilizations and races of Azeroth gathered in the Violet Citadel of Dalaran.
They exchanged their respective losses during this period.
"Damn black dragon, she destroyed the Stonewrought Dam in Loch Modan!"
Old Muradin was complaining to Cho.
This meeting can be regarded as the Pandaren's meeting with various races of Azeroth in a formal occasion, so not only Cho was present, but also Zhu Talan and the elders of the Golden Lotus were also in the Violet Citadel.
"Do you know that the Dun Morogh area is covered with ice and snow, so you can't expect to produce enough food for millions of dwarves in the ice and snow, plus we have to rely on imports if we want more food to brew wine!"
Muradin looked resentful. The collapse of the brewery before had almost cut off his wine supply, but now it is even worse: "Our dwarven kingdom relies on Loch Modan as a grain-producing area to feed all the dwarves. If it is flooded, my brother will definitely issue a wine restriction order!"
Cho was comforting Muradin: "Don't worry, Muradin, we have plenty of food in the Valley of the Four Winds, and I believe the Golden Lotus will be happy to provide enough food for the brothers of the Alliance to get through the difficulties."
After Cho came out of Pandaria, Galen introduced him to Muradin. The lorewalker from Pandaria and the Explorers' Guild of the Eastern Kingdoms have intersected, and the wheels of fate have started to turn from then on.
"Hey! I'm not worried about food. Stromgarde has abolished agricultural taxes in recent years, and their food is also very cheap. Ironforge has already placed several large orders."
Speaking of this, Muradin seemed to have thought of something, his eyes full of schadenfreude: "Do you know that we dwarves are okay. The disaster is not too big. We only need to dredge the flood and repair the dam. Loch Modan can continue to grow food in the second half of the year, and the land is more fertile!"
Muradin turned his head and looked around, then whispered to Cho: "You don't know yet, the black dragon flew around Stormwind City and blew up their main gate. Those statues built to commemorate the restoration of the Kingdom of Stormwind were all destroyed. It's a big shame…"
Muradin was so excited that his face was beaming with joy, and he didn't notice that Cho was tugging at his sleeve slightly…
"Muradin, what are you talking about? Can I join?" A calm voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Muradin's words.
"Gah!"
Muradin looked up and was frightened into a duck's voice, "Varian… Varian!"
What is the most embarrassing thing in the world?
Old Muradin tells you that it is when you are gossiping behind someone's back, and the person hears it right.
Fortunately, Varian didn't care so much. Now his mind is all on how to save the face of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
His father, Llane, and uncle, Lothar, are now practicing in the Throne of Heroes. It is said that under the guidance of Emperor Thoradin, they have touched the threshold of demigods. At this critical moment, Varian doesn't want to disturb them because of this trivial matter.
It is indeed a trivial matter. The property loss in Stormwind City is even less than that of Ironforge. The people in Stormwind City were evacuated long ago and settled in various towns in Elwynn Forest. Therefore, except for Stormwind Harbor being flooded, only the city gate of Kings' Valley collapsed.
There are also the fissures in Westfall caused by the earthquake, and the lighthouse destroyed in the tsunami.
However, none of these can compare to that monster roaring on the city head of Kings' Valley!
Since the restoration of the Kingdom of Stormwind, they have actively participated in the major events of the Alliance. First, the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and then they sent troops to help Lordaeron restore the country, and participated in the Northrend Expedition. The national power lost when Terenas calculated during the restoration of the country was also slowly recovering, and the people's confidence was gradually increasing!
As a result, that black dragon gave Varian such a trick!
And there is no harm without comparison.
Varian had already inquired that a giant of light appeared in Stromgarde, blocking the evil Twilight Dragon King outside the country's gate and beating her up in the Bay of Baradin.
Because of the escape of the Twilight Dragon King, northern Lordaeron, Alterac, and Silvermoon City were unscathed.
Under Jaina's organization, Kul Tiras successfully preserved the people of the whole country. Although other areas except Boralus were flooded, the essence was preserved. At the same time, the Proudmoore family became even more powerful in the country!
Although Kalimdor was flooded, the losses were small. Pandaria was almost unaffected except for the rising sea level.
Apart from the Alliance and the Night Elves, the worst were the goblins and the Zandalari trolls. It is said that they had to abandon their homes because of this disaster and are still floating at sea.
But how could the arrogant Varian compare himself to trolls and goblins?
He must vent this anger, swearing in the name of the Wrynn family!
Muradin watched Varian walk away, exuding a cold aura, and then breathed a sigh of relief and turned to blame Cho: "Damn you, black and white monster, why didn't you remind me that someone was behind me!"
Cho looked innocent. He had reminded him many times, and also pulled Muradin's clothes, but the big-mouthed dwarf was talking with great enthusiasm and interest, and ignored him at all!
"Okay, it's my fault for being too outspoken, but Varian is a good kid, he won't care too much," Muradin changed the subject again after some self-comfort: "I heard that you explored a Titan relic in Pandaria, can you tell me about it?"
"No problem, Muradin, in exchange you can also tell me about the story of the Titan City in Northrend!"
Varian watched as the influential figures of the Alliance discussed the sudden disaster on the second floor of Violet Citadel. They were completely ignorant of the elemental unrest and Sinestra's name.
What was Galen summoning them for? They couldn't help at all.
Varian thought to himself as he ascended to the third floor of Violet Citadel. The mages stationed there respectfully bowed to the King of Stormwind before activating the portal behind them.
With a flash of light, Varian arrived through the portal at the highest point of Dalaran: the Guardian Hall of Tirisfal.
After readjusting to the light, Varian saw Galen and a group of top figures from the Alliance and even Azeroth.
Drek'Thar, Liam, Calia, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Daval Prestor, Magni, High Tinker Gelbin, Galen Hellscream, Maiev, Broll Bearmantle, Elisande, Cairne Bloodhoof, Ulan Highmountain, Taran Zhu... and the alien Velen.
These were all individuals capable of ruling a city or even a nation.
"Varian, you're late."
Drek'Thar waved at Varian, signaling him to come over quickly.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting."
Varian came to the group, looking apologetic.
"It's not a big deal, we just arrived too." Galen gestured for Varian to take a seat. "Alright, now that everyone is here, I'll get straight to the point."
"Ulan, your tribe lives in Highmountain, the first place where the Black Dragonflight appeared this time. Tell us about the intelligence from there."
So the mighty Highmountain chieftain said in a booming voice: "Initially, our allies, the Drogbar, with whom we have been in contact for ten thousand years, suddenly cut off contact with us. I sent scouts to investigate their habitat, but none returned."
"Not long ago, a violent earthquake occurred in the mountains south of Highmountain, and then the Black Dragon that caused the disaster burst out of the ground!"
"Now our tribesmen are heading to Thunderhoof Watch to provide assistance, but judging from the situation at the time, the chances of survival for the tribesmen in the southern outpost are very low."
With Ulan taking the lead, others joined the discussion.
Tsunamis and storms had occurred in every area adjacent to the Great Sea. Fortunately, everyone present was prepared. Apart from some destroyed buildings that could not be counted, the casualties were within an acceptable range.
"Everyone, this is just the first wave of disaster, we must not take it lightly, there are greater crises waiting for us later."
Galen clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention. "Unfortunately, the Black Dragonflight is just a pawn, used by the last Old God of Azeroth, N'Zoth, to test the various forces of Azeroth."
Therefore, Sinestra harbored resentment, and faced with the Old Gods and their Twilight's Hammer, the Black Dragonflight could not resist.
Her circling the coast of the Great Sea was simply a provocation to the Alliance and the Night Elves, drawing aggro for N'Zoth. However, N'Zoth probably wouldn't care, after all, in his mind, the Alliance and even the Night Elves were just worthless.
Furthermore, Galen was coercing her, Sinestra, to act as a double agent. Her emotions in this situation were undoubtedly the best nourishment for the Heart of Y'Shaarj, so she almost lost her mind and charged into Stromgarde.
"These disasters are just appetizers, the really bad things are yet to come. According to witnesses from the Earthen Ring, the Black Dragonflight fled to the Maelstrom after being defeated!"
The Maelstrom is a huge scar formed after the explosion of the Well of Eternity during the War of the Ancients. It is located in the center of the Great Sea and is also the site of the massive explosion. The huge energy generated a magical storm, with wind, rain, and primal magical energy pounding the waves. It formed a huge vortex underwater, and ships and creatures that get too close will be sucked in.
Ships sailing in the Great Sea will choose to take a detour to avoid the dangerous Maelstrom area.
"The Maelstrom!"
Galen's avatar, Galen Remar, began his side job: being a straight man.
"As far as I know, the bottom of the Maelstrom is connected to Deepholm, the realm of Therazane the Stonemother, the Earth Elemental Lord."
"That's right, according to Muun Earthfury's message, the Black Dragonflight entered Deepholm and collapsed the World Pillar, forcibly connecting the elemental plane to Azeroth."
Galen scanned everyone and finally said the final conclusion: "Soon, the elemental realms will once again break through the Titans' seal and invade the real plane!"
"I'm not trying to scare you!"
Galen solemnly warned everyone, "Not long ago, Ironforge held an ancient ritual, a ritual that could allow humans, dwarves, and gnomes to shed their flesh and blood and revert to their stone bodies, returning to their most primitive form!"
"That's right," Magni confirmed Galen's words. "Originally, I should have performed the ritual myself, but at Galen's insistence, it was replaced by Imihron of the Dragonflayer clan, otherwise I would have become a diamond man by now!"
"Hiss!"
Everyone present gasped, after all, as creatures of flesh and blood, they did not want to become diamonds.
Mekkatorque glared at Magni reproachfully: "Old brother, how could you do such a dangerous thing!"
"Hehe, after all, as descendants of the Earthen, facing the agitation of the earth, we always want to find out the reason." Magni was a little embarrassed when faced with the blame from his old friend, the High Tinker. "But the result is good, that ritual is really useful!"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, everyone became interested!
If what Magni said was true, and the ritual they held could really communicate with the earth, then it would prove that the planet they lived on was conscious.
How novel.
After all, Azeroth is internally nurturing a Titan's nascent world-soul, but this is not a secret that every Azerothian can access.
"Not only that, Galen also used Imihron's soul as a medium to communicate with our planet!"
Magni described the situation at the time with great enthusiasm, looking so excited as if he was the one who communicated with the Azeroth world-soul.
"Galen, did you really communicate with the Earth Mother?"
Cairne, the tauren chieftain who had been silent all along, spoke. In his perception, the Earth Mother was the true god of Azeroth. In order to bring light to the world, the Earth Mother's left eye transformed into the sun god An'she, and her right eye transformed into the moon goddess Elune.
If there really is a god being nurtured within the earth, then isn't she the Earth Mother?
Cairne's question was, you could say, everyone's question, including Magni, who was present at the ceremony at the time.
"Hehe…"
Galen chuckled softly: "I know some of you find it hard to believe, but our planet is actually alive!"
"No, Galen!"
The draenei prophet, who had also been silent, interrupted Galen at this moment.
"I believe your words, the planet Azeroth is alive, including our former home, it can nurture Titans!"
Velen acted as Galen's mouthpiece, telling the leaders of Azeroth's various forces the secret of the Titans' birth.
"Our home, Argus, is tens of thousands of years older than Azeroth. The draenei were blessed by the awakened Argus world-soul, which allowed us to have such a long lifespan and advanced technology!"
It was because of the world-soul's blessing that the draenei's bodies were more easily cultivated. Similarly, they were also more susceptible to energy contamination, such as the eredar who changed their appearance in this energy, and the Broken in Shattrath who suffered physical mutations due to energy pollution.
At the same time, Velen was full of emotion for Azeroth. This world, whether in terms of technology, population, or the development of its world-soul, was far inferior to Argus. However, Argus has now fallen under the invasion of fel energy, and Velen can only flee in panic with his followers.
And Azeroth has withstood the Burning Legion's invasion twice, even winning in the face of Sargeras himself. Once is a miracle, twice is enough to prove the power of this planet!
"Everyone…"
Galen quietly waited for Velen to finish: "I have just communicated with our great Azeroth world-soul, and I have persuaded the great soul to perform a brief divine descent!"
Galen's words shocked everyone!
"All of you present have contributed to the defense of Azeroth, you have shed blood, and you are qualified to meet the great soul mother."
"However, are you ready? I am the leader of the Alliance. I became the Spirit Champion of Azeroth after the War of the Shifting Sands. I have entered a new level, and I also bear a heavy responsibility: to protect Azeroth, to protect planet's soul."
"And you, are you ready?"
Seeing the silence of the crowd, Galen repeated it again!
Having reached this point today, making this decision, Galen has already taken the first step he said, leading the races of Azeroth to fly together.
As for whether they can keep up with Galen's pace, it depends on their choice in a moment.
"Enough said, Galen, we are ready!"
"Yes, hurry up and take us to meet the Earth Mother!"
Well, Galen was very satisfied with this. They are all people who dare to take responsibility.
Galen urged the dream power given to him by Ysera, and the hall of the Guardian's Sanctum was soon shrouded in a mist!
Soon the power of the dream constructed a realistic illusion. Galen first saw the forest, the grass, the small animals, and the poor Ymiron soul being ridden like a horse.
However, just before the eyes of the crowd were cast over, Aze-chan had disappeared from Ymiron's shoulders. When she reappeared, she had rebuilt a solemn and awe-inspiring female image on the grass!
Everyone only felt that the Azeroth soul was emitting light all over her body, and her silver moon-like eyes penetrated their hearts!
At this moment, everyone bowed slightly and respectfully gave a big salute to Aze-chan!
"Respected Mother Earth, we feel your pain! This is our failure," Cairne said with a pained expression.
The radiant soul sighed, her tone gentle as she said, "This is not your fault. You have done very well, children."
"The Old Gods have been parasitizing my body for hundreds of thousands of years. They have caused me great harm, an intractable disease that even my Titan brothers and sisters could not solve."
"Thanks to the efforts of you and Galen, the Burning Legion's two invasions have been thwarted. Among the Void's minions, C'Thun and Yogg-Saron have been removed, leaving only N'Zoth to stir up trouble."
"You are more qualified to protect me than the guardians left behind by my Titan brothers!"
After the soul finished speaking, she seemed unwilling to appear before everyone again. Her figure transformed into starlight and dissipated into the air, and then everyone on the grassland was kicked out of this illusion one by one.
In the end, only Galen and his avatar, Galen Hellscream, remained in place.
Aze-chan reappeared: "How was it? Was I very majestic just now? I gave you enough face this time, my world's spokesperson!"
After speaking, she sized up Galen's two figures and said with a teasing expression, "This is my sister Elune's ability. You bad guy, you've deceived the whole world."
"Methods are neither good nor bad; they just need to be effective. The Night Elves are, after all, Elune's chosen people. If I want to bring them under my command, I have to use my brain a little," Galen said, not caring about Aze-chan's teasing. Instead, he asked, "Aze-chan, if Elune and I fall out in the future, can you beat her?"
"Not the current me, but the future me can!"
The Azerothian soul looked proud.
Well, that's more like it. It seems I still have to urge Ulduar to continue operating the Origin Forge day and night. If necessary, see if Algalon and Mimiron can build another forge. I just don't know if this can accelerate the soul's maturity?
Azeroth has already lost at the starting line. Galen has to find a way to speed her up.
"But don't worry, Elune is parasitizing around my body for special reasons. She is still very friendly to me. For my sake, she won't make things difficult for you."
"Hopefully."
Galen used a transparent scheme to exile Tyrande and Malfurion to the Silithus desert, and then temporarily led the entire Night Elf race as Highlord.
In order to better ensure that his avatar achieved political harmony and popular support, he specially brought Malfurion's disciple, Broll Bearmantle, to meet the soul, in order to use the righteousness of Azeroth to subdue them.
Not only that, Galen also planned to have Maiev replace Tyrande as the new leader of the Sisterhood of Elune. Losing her position as High Priestess, Tyrande would be passive from then on.
As for Galen asking Aze-chan if she could withstand Elune, it was because he wanted to completely change the Night Elves' faith.
Elune, as an Eternal One, as the goddess worshiped by the Night Elves, actually stood by and watched as Teldrassil was engulfed in flames.
Faced with the cries and prayers of so many suffering Night Elves, she did not lend a helping hand, but only sent tens of thousands of souls to Ardenweald to help her sister.
Galen was unwilling to accept this kind of thing!