I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

"In summary,"

Tyrande Whisperwind's voice was as clear and solemn as the ice on Lake Elune, echoing in front of the two guardian dragons and all who listened.

She calmly and accurately summarized the intelligence brought back by Alvin and his team, the conspiracy of Koruk's Twilight Sect, and the clues of abnormal cult activities recently discovered by the Sentinel forces in various parts of Kalimdor.

"All signs point to a disturbing conclusion - the enemy's goal is far more than just creating chaos or seizing power. Their ultimate ambition is most likely to release the twisted nightmares sealed beneath the world - the Old Gods!"

Tyrande said worriedly, "Because of Fandral's betrayal, I suspect a lot of information has been leaked to the cultists. Those terrible guys are searching for ancient relics everywhere, probably to collect some magical tools related to releasing the Old Gods."

"The Ancient Gods..."

Alexstrasza's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, as if a cold shadow passed through them.

Her beautiful face was instantly covered with a layer of frost and her brows were furrowed.

The Red Dragon Queen did not respond immediately, but raised her head slightly, her gaze seeming to penetrate the lush treetops of the Moonlight Glade and look beyond the endless sky.

She was silent, and that silence itself was a heavy pressure, as if the air in the entire forest had solidified.

She was thinking, weighing, and recalling those horrific memories that had been buried by the years but had never truly disappeared.

Ysera stood up. The Green Dragon Queen's elegant, ethereal voice continued Tyrande's statement: "High Priestess Tyrande's concerns are not unfounded. The Emerald Dream—the purest spiritual reflection of Azeroth—is now suffering from a corruption that cannot be ignored."

Her voice even trembled slightly.

“Twisted shadows spread like dirty ink in the streams of dreams; the woodlands that should have been full of vitality are being eroded by a kind of morbid purple-black vines; the peacefully sleeping souls are disturbed by nightmares, uttering painful mutterings…”

"This is by no means a natural disease. The evil lurking beneath the foundations of our world, like a venomous snake dormant for millennia, has once again raised its blasphemous head, ready to stir."

Her eyes swept over Malfurion, Green Shadow and other druids,

"This feeling... is so familiar, so palpitating, just like the eve of the dark wave that engulfed everything three thousand years ago."

"The Battle of Quicksand..."

Alexstrasza's deep voice finally rang out. Just these four words seemed to suck all the air out of the surrounding air.

She slowly closed her eyes, her long, perfect fingers unconsciously clenched, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

"We have sacrificed so many brave and courageous souls."

"To this day, when moonlight shines through the trees, when the wind blows across the mountaintops... I can still clearly feel the heart-wrenching pain... I can still remember my Kelestrasz, my brave child, and the look in his eyes as he left me for the battlefield."

The immense grief brought her words to an abrupt halt, transforming them into a heavy, suffocating sigh.

The entire conference hall fell into deathly silence.

The air seemed to have solidified into ice, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Tyrande's holy face was shrouded in deep sorrow, and Malfurion's massive antlers seemed to droop slightly. Greenshade and the other young druids held their breath, their faces filled with awe and sorrow for that distant and tragic battle. Even the whimsical Akalitrasza clung to her mother, her face filled with sadness and empathy.

Alvin also bowed his head solemnly. He could feel the battle that had spanned three thousand years and was still deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Battle of Quicksand.

It was just the Qiraji insect empire, which was completely corrupted by the whispers of the ancient god C'Thun and fell into madness. A single all-out attack pushed the then-powerful Kaldorei Sentinel Forces and the powerful dragon coalition to the brink of destruction!

The boundless Qiraji insects surged like a black tide, their exoskeletons flashing with ominous oily light, their compound eyes dancing with crazy blasphemous fire, and their sharp screams merging into a symphony of destruction.

They devour forests and corrode the earth, leaving behind only death and twisted aberrations in their wake.

The Silithus Desert in southern Kalimdor has become a veritable meat grinder.

At the desperate moment when the coalition defense line was crumbling and about to be completely swallowed by the sea of ​​insects.

Three young leaders of noble status who represent the future hope of the dragon army - Green Dragon Princess Mylinthra (Ysera's beloved daughter), Red Dragon Prince Keilistrasz (son of Alexstrasza), and Blue Dragon Prince Arygos (son of Malygos) - they exchanged a look of despair with each other, knowing that this was the time for sacrifice.

No hesitation, no retreat!

The three dragon shadows were like three bright meteors swimming upstream. They resolutely broke away from the crumbling defense line and led hundreds of giant dragons of various colors who were also ready to die. They launched a suicidal charge towards the deepest part of the sea of ​​​​insects, the core of C'Thun's terrifying will - the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

The sight at that moment was enough to make the bravest soldier weep and the coldest heart tremble.

The dragons spewed out flames that burned the insect swarms, frost that froze life, arcane torrents that tore through the earth, and breaths of dreams that brought people to sink.

Countless ferocious Qiraji insects turned into ashes or ice sculptures in the dragon's breath like moths to a flame, but more insects rushed forward fearlessly, using their sharp claws, corrosive acid and blasphemous spells to frantically tear at the dragon's scales, wings and flesh!

The red flames of Kelestrasz once illuminated the dim sky. His huge body was like a burning chariot, crushing countless insect people.

But soon, countless swarms of insects crawled all over his body like a thorn in his flesh, their sharp claws madly chiseled at his tough scales, and corrosive venom splattered on his wounds.

He roared in pain, but still struggled forward, spewing dragon breath to clear a path for his compatriots behind him, until the red flames were completely submerged by endless black.

Merynthra's emerald dream power sought to lull the swarm to sleep, but C'Thun's will twisted reality, and her power was backfired by the profaned shadow.

Her elegant body was hit by dense magic missiles and corrosive beams, and her emerald green scales peeled off in large pieces like withered emerald petals.

Arygos was surrounded by violent arcane energy, like a moving frost storm, freezing and shattering the approaching insect people.

But the sea of ​​insects was endless, and his huge body was entangled and dragged by countless insect people with tough silk threads, and finally he was exhausted.

It was these three guardian dragon descendants and the countless dragon warriors who followed them in the charge, who used their most precious lives and the price of being devoured by the sea of ​​insects to win a once-in-a-lifetime but extremely short respite for the Kaldorei Druid troops struggling outside the temple.

"Now! For the sacrificial dragon! For Azeroth!"

The Kaldorei's roar resounded through the sky.

All the druids, including Commander Fandral Staghelm, transformed their endless grief and anger into the most powerful force of nature! They cast a spell together, and the majestic magic power, like a rushing river, converged into a huge magical barrier that spanned the sky and earth, shimmering with rune light.

At the moment when the insect people's offensive slowed down due to the brief chaos and gap caused by the dragons' suicidal charge, this magic wall that embodied countless lives and hopes fell down with a loud bang!

"boom--!!!"

The earth trembled, light pierced through the darkness, and the huge magic barrier cut off the surging insect tide like a god!

It sealed the remaining dragon warriors and the surging Qiraji insect army that broke into the city, along with the core area of ​​Ahn'Qiraj Temple that exuded an evil aura, forever in the cage of despair.

On the battlefield outside the door, the mountains of Qiraji insect corpses gradually merged and solidified under the influence of the aftermath of the magic, and finally formed an extremely huge bronze gong engraved with twisted insect runes, like the ugliest monument.

The remains of countless sacrificed dragons, which contained powerful magic and indomitable will, also underwent incredible qualitative changes and condensation under the power of the seal.

They did not decay, but under the influence of magic, their essences gathered and their dragon bones were reshaped, eventually transforming into a scepter with an ancient shape and various colors of light flowing throughout it - this is the only key that has been passed down to later generations to open or reinforce the seal of the Beetle Wall - the Quicksand Scepter!

Anyone who wants to break the seal of the Beetle Wall and release the terrifying existence within must use this Quicksand Scepter that embodies the life and will of countless dragons to strike the giant gong made from the corpses of insectmen!

However, this heavy responsibility and key ultimately brought deeper pain.

Fandral Staghelm, the Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle at the time, had already been devoured by endless grief and anger after experiencing that brutal war and losing his beloved son, Valstann.

When the Quicksand Scepter, which symbolized the tragic sacrifice of the dragon and Kaldorei coalition, was handed to him, the once wise Archdruid completely collapsed when he saw the dazzling light of life flowing on it, which was as dazzling as his son's blood!

"Do not--!!!"

Fandral let out a heart-wrenching roar filled with despair and resentment.

His eyes were bloodshot, his huge antlers were shaking with anger, and the vines wrapped around them turned yellow in an instant. He no longer saw the staff as the key to hope, but only saw the death and eternal farewell it represented.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Fandral used all his strength to slam the Quicksand Scepter, which embodied countless heroic souls, onto the hard ground!

"Click——!!!"

A crisp and heartbreaking sound of shattering echoed throughout the battlefield that had just experienced a bloody battle and had not yet calmed down!

The Quicksand Scepter, a symbol of unity and sacrifice, was broken into several pieces, and the dragon power it contained also dissipated and fell silent...

As the tide of memories slowly receded, all that was left was the deathly silence in the hall.

Alexstrasza slowly opened her eyes. The sadness in her eyes did not fade, but a more determined fire was ignited.

"We must do our utmost to stop the conspiracy of these Twilight's Hammer cultists! We must not let tragedy befall Azeroth again!"

"But what should we do? The enemy has already penetrated deep into the continent of Kalimdor. We are in a very passive position and can only follow them all the way."

Malfurion asked.

Alexstrasza and Ysera exchanged glances, and the Green Dragon Queen nodded. The two had a tacit understanding for tens of thousands of years, and they could understand each other's thoughts even without speaking.

The Red Dragon Queen stood up,

"We need to reshape the Scepter of the Quicksand!"