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

Alexstrasza's words were like a huge rock thrown into a deep pool of still water, shocking everyone present.

Except for the Green Dragon Queen Ysera, who had already seen through his plan and remained calm, everyone else in the open space by the lake - Tyrande, Malfurion, Alwyn, Akalitrasza, Greenshadow, and several high-ranking priests and druids of the Temple of the Moon - were all instantly shocked by this earth-shattering proposal.

"Re...Reshape the Quicksand Scepter?!"

Malfurion Stormrage's voice wavered.

The great druid, who had experienced countless great events, had his huge antlers trembling slightly due to his excitement.

His deep eyes were filled with worry.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect... Your proposal to reshape the Quicksand Scepter, imbued with countless heroic souls, is intended to... reopen the Scarab Wall?"

"Are we going to start a new war with the Qiraji who have been sealed behind the wall, nurtured, and corrupted by the whispers of the Old Gods for three thousand years?"

He looked around, his eyes sweeping over every companion present, his voice heavy.

"Frankly speaking, Your Majesty, looking at Azeroth today... the power of the Kaldorei is no longer as great as it once was. And the dragonflight..."

His gaze fell on Alexstrasza, Krasus, and Ysera.

"The elites lost in the Shifting Sands War, and the subsequent long years of depletion against Deathwing and his minions... their strength is likely far less than it was at the peak of the coalition three thousand years ago! To rashly open the seal would be tantamount to digging our own graves! The madness and hatred accumulated behind that wall for three thousand years, once unleashed, the destructive power... is likely far beyond our imagination!"

Unlike Malfurion and others, Alvin was a little excited. He didn't expect that the "Ahn'Qiraj Gate Opening Quest", a memory of his previous life game, would be repeated here.

But Malfurion's words made him wake up instantly.

Yes! This isn't a game! There are no NPCs to help you carry the enemy, and there are no resurrection points!

This is the real, cruel Azeroth.

The image of the Scarab Wall collapsing involuntarily emerged in his mind—not the pixelated swarm of insects in the game, but an endless stream of Qiraji insects, like a rolling sea of ​​black oil.

Their exoskeletons flickered with a glossy purple-black evil light, their compound eyes danced with the blasphemous fire of C'Thun, and their sharp and piercing hisses merged into a wave of destruction.

Like army ants devouring their prey, they instantly flooded the forest, gnawed at the city, and tore living things into pieces. The physical disgust brought about by the scene made Alvin's stomach cramp, as if countless cold insect legs were crawling across his back!

"No, Malfurion, you misunderstand my intentions."

Alexstrasza looked directly at the archdruid, her voice steady.

She shook her head slowly, her long red hair like a burning flag.

"We are not reopening the door to nightmares. On the contrary, reshaping the Quicksand Scepter is to weld it shut forever and completely!"

She looked around at everyone and continued, "The Twilight's Hammer cultists, like hyenas smelling carrion, are frantically digging and exploring every corner of Azeroth. Their goal is probably the fragments of the Quicksand Scepter, which contain powerful dragon power!"

Her voice suddenly turned harsh.

"Just think about it! If they find these fragments before us, even just a part of them! They can use the power contained in them, which is the same as the seal of the Beetle Wall, to perform the most terrible blasphemous rituals! They may try to forcibly corrode the nodes of the seal and create cracks; they may use the fragments to locate and summon powerful individuals or aberrations among the Qiraji insects sealed within the wall; or even worse - they may try to use the fragments as a guide to more directly infiltrate C'Thun's sealed and filthy willpower into our world!"

Alexstrasza took a step forward, causing the air to freeze.

"If we only passively defend, trying to track their every move, and then scrambling to make up for the damage they cause, then we are truly too passive! The Twilight's Hammer is like a venomous snake in the shadows. We can never predict where they will appear next! Time is on the side of those madmen who crave destruction!"

Her gaze swept across Elwynn, Tyrande, Malfurion, and finally landed on Ysera.

"So, we must turn our passive position into active! We must find all the fragments of the Quicksand Scepter before they do, firmly seizing the initiative. Then, not only will we completely eliminate the Twilight's Hammer's ability to exploit the fragments, but we can also use this as an opportunity to permanently strengthen the seal on the Scarab Wall! We can even use it to lure the Twilight's Hammer and destroy them!"

"I see!"

Tyrande's eyes shone.

"You intend to set a trap, turning the search for the fragment into a net to capture the Twilight's Hammer cultists! When they are drawn to the fragment and emerge, that will be our chance to eradicate them. We can both reclaim the key and inflict heavy damage on the enemy, killing two birds with one stone."

Alvin suddenly realized that this was the Queen's purpose.

It seems that although the door-opening mission is impossible, a fight can be avoided, and the Twilight Hammer can be brought out. It has to be said that this is a very clever conspiracy.

But Malfurion thought of a very realistic problem.

"This strategy is extremely wise, but the Scepter of the Shifting Sands was destroyed by Fandral long ago. Where are its fragments now after three thousand years?"

Ysera stood up.

"Malfurion, my child, your fears are well-founded. Yes, the Scepter of the Shifting Sands was shattered in ancient conflict. But to prevent such a calamity as today, three Aspects hold its three fragments."

Malfurion's heart leaped. The crucial clue he had been searching for in vain was actually in the hands of the Dragon Guardian. A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in his eyes, and his voice rose slightly with excitement.

"Reverend Ysera! Are you saying that the crucial fragment is now in your hands, and in the hands of the honorable Lady Alexstrasza?"

His words were filled with relief and anticipation. If the fragments were in the hands of the three dragon guardians in front of him, then the reforged scepter seemed within reach!

But Alvin knew it was impossible.

Sure enough, Ysera shook her head gracefully.

"Yes... and no, Malfurion."

The joy on Malfurion's face froze, and confusion replaced excitement.

Tyrande keenly grasped the hidden meaning in the words, but Malfurion was much more direct. He scratched his head with his rough hands and muttered, "Could it be lost?"

As expected... Alvin complained silently in his heart,

Just shove the shards right into your hands? That's wishful thinking! Not having you run yourself ragged, grinding dungeons, or watching nauseating cutscenes is a mercy! This is textbook quest guidance!

He could even imagine the golden, skull-marked "Searching for Quicksand Scepter Fragments" series of quests that would appear on the quest panel next.

This expected trouble actually gave him a strange sense of security.

Ysera noticed the change in expression on Alvin's face and pointed at the human priest.

"Speaking of the Green Dragon fragment, it actually has something to do with you, because it has always been in the possession of my dear Eranikus, but he has fallen in the Silent Temple on the Eastern Continent... You saw it with your own eyes."