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

"What?! You're going to reassemble that damn thing?!"

Azuregos's eyes suddenly focused, and the cynical old troll attitude disappeared in an instant. His skinny body was like a taut bowstring, and every wrinkle revealed extreme vigilance.

He was obviously well aware of the heavy price and terrifying meaning behind the four words "Quicksand Scepter".

Stellagosa's delicate face was filled with confusion. She tilted her head slightly, and her long blue hair fell like a waterfall.

She was too young, having spent most of her long dragon life in Azsuna. The Shifting Sands War that swept across Kalimdor was just a vague and distant horror story told by her grandfather.

Meeting Azuregos's sharp gaze, Alvin nodded solemnly and continued, "According to the ancient covenant records and the intelligence we've verified from various sources, after the Quicksand Scepter shattered, its blue fragment was personally kept by Lord Malygos, the Lord of Magic. To reassemble the scepter, we must find him and obtain that fragment."

"You're all crazy! Your brains got crushed by the Kodo's butt!"

Azuregos said in a lost voice, his usual joking tone gone, but his language was still as vulgar as ever.

"Why would you touch that unfortunate thing, stained with countless blood?! Do you intend to sound the death knell of the Scarab Wall once again and unleash those endlessly slain Qiraji insects that devour the world?! You have no idea what that means!"

"It's just in case! It's to prevent a worse situation from happening!" Ai

Erwin's tone also became extremely heavy.

"A group of cultists who zealously worship the Old Gods, calling themselves the Twilight's Hammer, are gathering en masse in the Silithus Desert. The captives we captured on the Zoram Coast claim to have heard a call from the deepest desert, heading there following some twilight prophecy. We strongly suspect that the ancient evil sealed behind the Scarab Wall, or the void darkness of its origin, is gradually awakening, attempting to seduce the believers, collude with them, and break the seal from the outside!"

"The Twilight's Hammer... The Call of Silithus... The Twilight Prophecy..."

Azuregos muttered to himself, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared on the skinny old troll's face.

He is an ancient being who personally experienced the extremely tragic Battle of the Quicksands thousands of years ago. He has witnessed the Qiraji insects devouring the coalition warriors like an endless tide, and seen the doomsday scene when the sky was covered by the Qiraji alien flying insects. He knows how terrifying C'Thun and his minions are sealed behind the beetle wall.

Alvin's words were like an ice-cold key that instantly opened the nightmare box that he had buried deep in his memory and had sealed for countless years, a nightmare that he was unwilling and dared not recall.

He took a deep breath, and the chill of the seaside night seemed to penetrate into his bones in an instant.

His originally carefree eyes became incredibly sharp, like two icicles, staring intently at Alvin. "Boy, do you dare to swear on your soul and all your faith that what you say is true? Are those lingering ugly insects and their masters really going to make a comeback?"

Although the young Stellagosa did not fully understand the specific meanings of the "Quicksand Scepter" and the "Beetle Wall", she could clearly feel a huge sense of crisis from the almost frightened expression on Azuregos's face and the solemn words of Alvin, which made her hold her breath involuntarily and clench her slender fingers quietly.

"The clues and signs we have all point to this worst possibility."

Alvin nodded heavily.

"That's why my companions and I have crossed the ocean to the continent of Kalimdor. We must stop the Twilight's Hammer's crazy plan before everything becomes irreversible and prepare for the worst. Therefore, Lord Azuregos, we urgently need your help."

The old troll frowned and squatted down again like a real old farmer by the field, scratching the ground unconsciously with his rough fingers and fell into a long period of silent thinking.

After a long while, he finally stood up slowly.

What was surprising was that his height in this old troll form was actually half a body taller than Alvin, carrying an ancient sense of oppression.

"I see."

His voice was hoarse.

"I have a way. Maybe I can contact that old madman Malygos."

"Really? What's the solution?"

A glimmer of hope instantly lit up Alvin's eyes, and he asked eagerly.

The old troll sighed, an extremely reluctant expression on his face.

"Tsk... If it weren't for the special circumstances, I would never use such a laborious and dangerous method to contact him even if I were beaten to death..."

He paused, seeming to formulate his words.

"You may not fully understand the true core capabilities of the Blue Dragon Legion."

He extended a bony finger and pointed at his own cloudy blue eyes. "Thanks to the blessing of our Titan father, we blue dragons were born with the supreme mission of guarding the veins of the Leyline of Azeroth. Therefore, through these eyes, we can clearly 'see' the meridians through which magic flows throughout the world—the composition of the Leyline. Similarly, we can also sense the powerful, convergent magic nodes of the world."

The old troll raised his hand and pointed to the far east.

"For example, across the sea, in the northern border of the Eastern Kingdom, there are two nodes as dazzling as the sun, formed by the convergence of countless powerful magical sources."

"Is it the magical city of Dalaran and the Sunwell in Silvermoon City?"

Alvin blurted out the answer immediately based on his rich experience.

"That's right,"

Azuregos nodded, then pointed due north.

"And at the northernmost tip of Kalimdor, in the icy wastes of Northrend, the largest node is the Nexus—the lair of that mad old Malygos. He was supposed to be there eternally, watching over and regulating the energy of that node. But now, he has suddenly severed all contact with the outside world, but I can feel that his presence is still there, just retreating into his shell like a snail, refusing to communicate with any other being. Therefore, I will bypass conventional means and force communication with him directly through the Weave itself."

"Communicating through the magic network? Is this kind of thing...really possible?"

Stellagosa's eyes widened in surprise, this was clearly beyond her current knowledge.

The old troll seemed unusually serious at this moment, and he nodded solemnly.

"Of course you can. But this requires the caster to have an extremely deep understanding and control of the magic network, and their own mental strength must be strong enough to withstand the scouring of the magic network. This requires long years of practice and accumulation. Humph, to be honest, the number of blue dragons in the world who can still do this safely can be counted on one hand! The blue dragon army is already scarce. If you young people don't work hard to study the essence of the arcane, the future of the blue dragon... Sigh!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to complain about the little stars around him as usual.

Stellagosa blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Azuregos continued to explain, "Through the Weave, my spirit can transmit information directly to the core of the Nexus without having to travel to the cold Northrend in person. Moreover, since communication within the Weave system is of the highest priority, he has no choice but to respond to me! Otherwise, my call will continue to buzz in his mind like the most annoying mosquito until he collapses or responds!"

"It's like...if the other person doesn't answer the phone, it keeps ringing until they can't stand it anymore and pick up?"

Alvin subconsciously used a metaphor.