Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

I don't care about anything else. I can give you this planet as your territory; this is my gift to you.

You now possess power comparable to Archimonde—no, power surpassing his. The fel energy I have bestowed upon you is sufficient for you to establish a new demonic army in Azeroth.

"Go, and bring me victory," Sargeras said.

"Summon my legion. This time, I will descend in person and end this farce myself."

“As you wish, Master, I will now proceed to Azeroth,” Rhodes said, rising to his feet.

"Go, my servant."

Rhodes nodded calmly, then began casting spatial spells. After a short while, he successfully located Azeroth and activated a blue portal.

“Now, you belong to the Legion, and your will is an extension of mine,” Sargeras said.

Rhodes lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. Then, he suddenly laughed. "I never intended to submit to you in the first place. Now I have everything I wanted."

The laughter was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence of the throne, devoid of any emptiness from the controlled, but possessing only an almost gleeful mockery.

“Extend?” Rhodes raised his head, his eyes no longer showing any trace of enslavement. Only a sharp, lucid gaze and an undisguised sarcasm remained.

"Is this what you mean? You think I'm being controlled by you?"

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

A faint wisp of fel energy, originating from Sargeras, dissipated from his fingertips like a extinguished candle flame.

“I saw the ‘little gift’ you slipped in.” Rhodes’ smile widened, his gaze piercing Sargeras’s suddenly contracting fiery pupils. “The workmanship was rather rough, so I just… disposed of it. Environmentally friendly, harmless.”

"How is this possible? You, you escaped my methods, it's impossible."

"Bye-bye, Lord Sargeras. Thank you for your fel power. Actually, I've been lying to you all along, hahaha." Rhodes said and disappeared.

A roar came from the Burning Throne from the Dark Titan, who had been deceived by a mere mortal.

Chapter 386 Rhodes Returns, Azeroth, Quest Complete

With a dizzying spin, Rhodes successfully escaped the Twisting Nether and toyed with the Dark Titan.

When Rhodes reappeared in the skies above Azeroth, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

He was falling from the not-yet-completely-closed spatial rift, then completed his dragonkin transformation in mid-air, once again descending upon Azeroth in demigod form.

As for the wooden doll from before, it has somehow transformed into a towering ancient tree.

"Lord Qinglin!" a night elf sentinel exclaimed first.

The next moment, cheers erupted like a tsunami!

"He's back! Lord Rhodes is back!"

"Victory! We've won! This is a great victory!"

The demigods of the wilderness roared to the sky, the dragons soared and danced, and the allied warriors raised their weapons, their roars shaking the heavens.

Even the ten holy archangels suspended high in the sky nodded slightly, their blue-gold wings casting a blessing glow before their figures gradually dimmed and disappeared.

Rod crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater.

Cenarius was the first to rush to his side.

"Rhodes! You're still alive!" The demigod mentor's voice was filled with rare excitement.

"We thought... you abandoned yourself and jumped into the portal."

Illidan's report to them was this: Rhodes, in order to gain Sargeras's trust, had infiltrated the heart of the Burning Legion, but no one knew what would happen afterward, or even whether the demigod would return.

During the time Rhodes was away, the Allied Forces began to wipe out the remaining demons, which took them some time, about a month.

For more than a month, ten holy archangels hovered in the sky, protecting the allied forces with their holy light, allowing the neighbors to maintain their energy and clear the battlefield.

The battlefield was now a scene of devastation. After the explosion of the Well of Eternity, Azshara's capital had been completely submerged in the sea, and countless Highborne elves had followed their queen into the icy ocean.

The night elves believed that the last queen was dead, but Rhodes knew that she would be saved by the Old Gods and then transformed into one of those Naga.

I'm slightly looking forward to seeing Azshara after returning to the future; that would be very interesting. However, Azeroth will probably erase everyone's memories, leaving only Malfurion, Tyrande, and Illidan. Will this queen be preserved by the Old Gods?

"You thought Sargeras had left me behind?" Rhodes grinned, revealing a tired but smug smile.

He patted his chest, where the Emerald Dream imprint radiated a warm green light, sealing within it the purest source of fel energy stolen from Sargeras.

However, Rhodes did not tell everyone about this special mission. After all, if they knew that the great Azerothian Star Soul actually needed to absorb fel energy, it would shatter their worldview.

Malfurion, Tyrande, Jarod Shadowsong, and others also gathered around.

Illidan stood a little further away, while Rhonin and Krasus exchanged a relieved look—the plan had succeeded, so they could go home soon.

The old orc warrior approached Rhodes, pounded his chest with one hand, and paid Rhodes the highest respect of the tribe.

Lord Rhodes is a great warrior. Although he also possesses magic, he is an extraordinary warrior in his own right.

He had witnessed the battle between Rhodes and Archimonde.

"The portal is completely closed," Malfurion said in a deep voice, pointing towards the Well of Eternity.

There, the enormous vortex that once tore the sky apart has disappeared, leaving only a deep pit hundreds of kilometers in diameter, which has been completely submerged by the sea and turned into a giant vortex.

The explosion of the Well of Eternity not only destroyed the portal, but also permanently altered the landscape of the area.

Rhodes nodded. This ancient war had successfully recreated history, and his mission was finally complete.

"Rhodes, where is Sargeras?" Tyrande asked with concern.

"I'm furious." Rhodes stood up with Cenarius's help and dusted himself off.

"But he won't be able to get here anytime soon. Without a powerful energy source like the Well of Eternity, even he would have to put in a lot of effort to force his way through the barrier of Azeroth."

He looked around. On the battlefield, the remaining demons were being wiped out by the allied forces. Those demons, who had lost their commanders and had nowhere to retreat, were fighting like cornered beasts, and their defeat was inevitable.

“We won.” Garold Shadowsong’s voice choked with emotion.

The young commander's face was covered in blood, smoke, and tears. "We really won."

The Night Elf Empire has officially come to an end with the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and the era of the Druids and the Priestess of the Moon has arrived.

Soon, the Night Elves will form a council, and Malfurion and Tyrande will officially become the true leaders of this race.

Those High Elves who initially sided with the Allied Forces during this war will cross the ocean to become High Elves, and some will go to Suramar.

“We really won, it was a great victory,” Rod said.

"Then...we should celebrate properly."

Seven days later, the temporary camp at the foot of Mount Hyjal turned into a sea of ​​celebration.

The scale of the victory celebration exceeded all expectations. Not only night elves, but also tauren, bears, treants, quilboars, harpies… almost every race participating in the alliance sent representatives. Even the usually secretive Green Dragonflight, with Ysera's tacit approval, sent several dragons in human form to participate in the celebration.

The bonfire lit up the night sky, the aroma of roasted meat filled the air, and barrels of wine brewed by various ethnic groups were brought out.

The bards played their lutes and sang impromptu heroic hymns. The warriors removed their armor, embraced each other, and danced, temporarily forgetting the weariness of war.

Rhodes was surrounded by people around the largest bonfire in the center.

He changed into a simple linen robe; the traces of fel corruption had largely faded thanks to the combined healing efforts of Cenarius and Ysera. He was currently holding a large wooden goblet filled with moonshine, a specialty of the night elves.

"To victory!" Garrod Shadowsong raised his glass.

"Homage to Azeroth!" Malfurion said in a deep voice.

"Homage to all the warriors who fought to the death!" Tyrande's voice was clear and powerful.

"A toast to those of us who are still alive!" the boar demigod Agamaggan grunted, downing an entire barrel of wine into his mouth.

Laughter, clinking glasses, and singing mingled together. Rhodes took a big gulp of his drink, savoring the pleasant buzz.

He looked around—Malfurion and Tyrande sat side by side, their eyes meeting occasionally with an unspoken understanding; Rhonin and Krasus sat a little further away, discussing magic in hushed tones; Illidan sat alone on the branch of an ancient tree, silently polishing the Blade of Azzinoth.

"Aren't you going to talk to him?" Cenarius walked up to Rhodes at some point.

Rhodes followed his mentor's gaze to Illidan and shook his head: "It's not the right time yet. He needs time... to accept what he's done."

Destroying the Well of Eternity is, in a sense, equivalent to destroying the very foundation of the Night Elf magical civilization.

Even if it's for the sake of saving the world, this psychological burden isn't something that can be easily let go of, especially since Illidan stole the water from the Well of Eternity.

Once the celebration is over and everyone is gone, he will go to rebuild the Well of Eternity and be sentenced to ten thousand years of imprisonment. It's really annoying that as a time traveler, he can't even change history.

Fortunately, Illidan's future turned out alright, but alas, he'll never win over his sister-in-law.

Speaking of Tyrande, Rhodes was very glad that although he had provoked Fasci and Queen Aisara after arriving here, his relationship with this night elf female technician was completely innocent, and they could only be considered very good friends, without any ambiguity.

This is the only change, but it shouldn't have a significant impact.

“You’re right.” Cenarius sighed. “Malfurion has decided to lead our people to build a new home. The explosion of the Well of Eternity triggered a global magical tide, tearing the earth apart and boiling the oceans… The world needs time to heal.”

“The Druid’s way is best suited to guide this healing,” Rhodes replied.

Cenarius nodded, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly lowered his voice: "There's something you need to know. After the portal closed, something changed within the dragon race."

"what happened?"

“Neltharion, the Black Dragonflight. He took advantage of the chaos to attack Malygos, severely wounding the Blue Dragonflight and stealing the Dragon Soul—the artifact he used on the battlefield,” Suannaus said with a sigh.

Rhodes closed his eyes and sighed helplessly. The Dragon Legion had still broken out in civil war.

History continued to unfold according to its predetermined course: Neltharion's betrayal, the heavy losses suffered by the Blue Dragonflight, the loss of control over the Dragon Soul... the Earthwarden were utterly reduced to lackeys of the Old Gods.

"What about the other dragons?"

"Alexstrasza and Ysera have joined forces with the Red Dragonflight and the Green Dragonflight to hunt down Neltharion."

Nozdormu… the Dragon King of Time’s attitude was ambiguous. He seemed to have seen something, but was unwilling to say more. Cenarius looked at Rhodes.

"You know something, don't you? About the future."

Rod did not deny it: "I know some things, but teacher, time is a flowing river, and every choice can change its course. The 'future' I know may not become a reality."

The tide had turned, and Neltharion's betrayal was inevitable.

The two stared at each other in silence, the firelight dancing on Cenarius's deer-like lower body, the surrounding festivities seeming to be veiled by a curtain of water.

“You have completed the task Azeroth assigned you,” Cenarius finally said. “The Starsoul awaits your report.”

Although it is unknown what specific task Rhodes completed or what the details were, he did complete it, and he deserves the reward from Azeroth.

“I know.” Rhodes downed the drink in his glass.