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

Alvin's heart sank, and he muttered, "Where's the fragment? Is it buried deep within the sunken temple, along with Lord Eranikus?"

The brutal battle with the troll zombies deep in the Temple of Atal'Hakkar seemed to have happened just yesterday.

If the debris also sank, it would be an incalculable loss.

A deep light flashed in the guardian dragon's emerald eyes.

A gentle smile appeared on Ysera's face.

"Young Alvin, you seem to have forgotten the most precious 'thing' you brought back."

Her voice was like a spring flowing over pebbles,

"The essence of Eranikus you brought back is the last thing he wanted you to bring me—the fragment of the Scepter of the Quicksands."

As she spoke, she gracefully raised her slender arms to her chest and spread out her palms.

One of the huge gems, shaped like a teardrop and emitting a soft green light, began to resonate with her will.

As everyone watched with bated breath, this condensed essence began to emit a vibrant green glow, and its form flowed and took shape in the light.

The light gradually dimmed, and in Ysera's palm, there lay a broken long stick!

It presents a deep and vibrant emerald green color throughout, and it seems as if liquid light is slowly flowing through the wood texture, exuding the pure power of nature.

Even though it was just a fragment, the power it contained caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly, and a rippling green halo appeared in the space.

Malfurion's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes burst into incredible ecstasy, and the previous gloom was swept away.

"Your Excellency the Queen of Dreams! Could this... this be... the green fragment?! It's really in your hand!"

He was so excited that he was almost incoherent. As an archdruid, he could feel the power contained in the fragment better than anyone else.

Tyrande also breathed a sigh of relief.

Alvin's heart finally settled down. He sighed helplessly and wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead with his hand.

"Respected Guardian, you really gave us a fright."

"What about the remaining red fragment? Mother, the perfect fragment you kept, where is it now?"

Akalitasa turned to her mother, hope rekindled in her eyes, anticipating good news.

However, there was a look of sadness and anger in the eyes of the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza.

She shook her head,

"Alvin, and Akalitrassa... I'm sorry to disappoint you. The answers you expected have been taken away by darkness."

Her voice was a little depressed.

"When Deathwing—my former brother, Neltharion—had the Dragonhowl orcs imprison me in the dark depths of Grim Batol, he not only tortured my will with the power of the Demon Soul, but also took away the red fragment I had been guarding." "Neltharion coveted the power of the Quicksand Staff and took it from me. Now, it has disappeared, perhaps hidden deep in one of Neltharion's unknown lairs, or perhaps it has fallen into the hands of other dark servants."

Missing...

These four words extinguished the fire of hope that had just risen due to the appearance of the green fragments.

The room fell into deathly silence again. Malfurion cursed under his breath, while Tyrande frowned, filled with deep sympathy for the Red Dragon Queen.

In the silence, Alvin suddenly broke the silence.

"All is not lost, ma'am!"

His eyes fell on the Red Dragon Queen,

"We have another clue! Don't forget the black dragonflight! Although Deathwing himself is mysterious, his offspring, Onyxia, now nominally controls the remaining black dragon forces. She and her brother Nefarian are on their way back from their expedition to Draenor or Outland."

"As Deathwing's closest descendants, they are likely to know the secret vault where their father hides the stolen goods. It's not impossible that the fragment is even in their hands! Especially Nefarian. I have come into contact with him and even fought with him. He has a morbid obsession with collecting powerful magical items."

He paused deliberately and emphasized his tone.

"If we're lucky, that red fragment might be in the hands of that Frankenstein dragon!"

The weird yet accurate description of "Frankenosaurus" made serious characters like Malfurion and Tyrande twitch their lips slightly.

Krasus snorted. "Nefarian? The madman hiding deep in Blackrock Mountain tinkering with disgusting things? Hmm... what you say is indeed very likely."

Alvin's words were like a shot of adrenaline, pulling everyone back from the brink of despair.

The clue of the black dragon siblings is clear and can be traced. Now that the black dragon army has returned, there should still be hope of obtaining this red fragment from the descendants of Deathwing.

However, Ysera blinked her green eyes and seemed to look towards the north, which was the direction of the eternally frozen continent of Northrend.

"By contrast, Alvin, the most disturbing mystery actually lies in the piece kept by the Blue Legion."

Ysera waited for everyone to quiet down before continuing,

"Malygos... the Lord of Magic, our brother, has long since failed to respond to the call of Wyrmrest Temple. This time, warned of the threat of the Twilight's Hammer, he remains silent."

Her voice sank.

"My sister Alexstrasza and I are consumed by a deep sense of unease. The magical web is his domain, but it is also his bondage. Deathwing's betrayal, the near-annihilation of the blue dragonflight in the War of the Ancients, a tragedy that tore not only the land but also Malygos's mind apart."

Alexstrasza nodded heavily, her eyes filled with regret.

"Indeed. Since then, his mind has been like an uncontrolled arcane storm, filled with rage, paranoia, and unspeakable pain."

"What's even more worrying is that the blue dragon race has almost ceased to produce new life. The hatching of dragon chicks has almost reached zero in recent years, and each newly born blue dragon egg is as precious and fragile as a dewdrop in the morning light."

Her gaze fell on the four blue dragon eggs behind Alvin's team, which were carefully protected and emitted a faint arcane light. Her eyes were gentle and worried.

"So, these four dragon eggs that you are guarding are of great significance."

Ysera took over the conversation.

"Therefore, to track down the whereabouts of the blue fragment, we cannot bypass the Blue Dragonflight. But as a prerequisite, we must first find out what happened to our brothers in distant Northrend, deep in the Nexus. Once matters here are settled, we must immediately send envoys to the north to find out the truth."

Alexstrasza nodded in agreement.

Alvin subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the silent blue dragon mage in the team.

Beneath her beautiful appearance, her eyes are dim, making her look like an exquisite life-size figurine.

Alvin sighed and said regretfully, "We once had a powerful blue dragon ally, this lady. Unfortunately, her spirit was severely damaged, and now... she is a cripple, unable to guide us to the secret path of the blue dragonflight."

Just when everyone was once again stumped by clues about the blue dragon, a gentle and wise voice sounded.

Krasus, who had been listening quietly and wearing a crimson robe, stood up and bowed respectfully to the two guardian dragons, especially Alexstrasza:

"Your Majesty, the clues regarding the Blue Dragon may not be completely cut off."

His voice was clear and firm, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"I know a blue dragon lord who, like me, has a passion for the subtleties of arcane magic and the truth of the vast universe."

Alexstrasza turned to her lover.

"Oh? My dear Crassus, who are you talking about? Tell me."

Crassus raised his head and pointed to the east.

"His name is Azuregos. Unlike me, who is keen on walking, observing, and learning in the mortal realm, he prefers to protect his own territory and immerse himself in the study of raw arcane energy and the remains of ancient Kaldorei magic."

His words reflect the mutual respect among scholars.

"His lair and observation point lie not far from here, in the eastern coastal region of Azshara, a coastline torn apart by the ancient Sundering and now strewn with magnificent ruins. He has built his lair amid the shattered remains of the ancient Kaldorei city."