Chapter 137

In front of the Sunwell, the entire Convocation had gathered, and along with the King, and several other archmages joined hands to use the power of the Sunwell, and diverted the massive rise in water headed towards the Eastern Kingdoms. 

A barrier had been erected, and slowed the progress of the rising tide so that it did not overwhelm any structures, or completely swallow any beaches.

"Few, it's done." Varrus wiped his forehead of any sweat. 

The madman Illidan must have actually done it, he must have melted Ice Crown! 

Which meant- 

"Highlord, major news. The Undead are revolting! Over half of them have gone completely mad, and have started attacking one another! This is an unprecedented opportunity." Rho'dan ran up to Varrus, and saluted, then hinted that they should go on the offense. 

At the same time, Varrus's scrying orb lit up, and he received an update from Helios informing him of the siege of Hearthglen. 

Dawnbringer had also messaged him, letting him know about his own clashes against Kel'thuzad's forces. 

A brand new war was taking place in the former kingdom of Lordaeron, and it was absolute chaos. 

All his plans for surgical strikes, and a massed build up had gone to the wayside with these developments. 

Furthermore, most of his golems had been destroyed, and over half of the levitating buildings were inoperable. 

But that project that he and Telonicus had been working on was nearing completion. With the aid of the Sunwell, perhaps they might just be able to finish it in time to meet this surprising turn of events. 

Turning to the rest of the Convocation, and other present Heroes, it was clear that they had to hold a meeting, and come to a consensus. 

As much as he hated to fight now, now was the time to strike whilst the Undead were in disarray. He didn't know if the Lich King was wounded and out of commission, or actually destroyed, but what he did know is that he couldn't afford to let such a golden opportunity go to waste. 

"A rather convenient boon to mark the restoration of the Sunwell, no?" Tae'thelon haughtily spoke from the side. 

"I concur, our people have been reborn from the ashes of despair. Now is the time to mete out justice to those who violated our sovereignty without care." Kael pulled away from the Sunwell, and practically oozed confidence as he met Varrus's gaze. 

"...I'll communicate closely with our allies in Gilneas and coordinate our offensive with theirs. There is much to be done before we can launch our invasion, and little time to do so." Varrus said. 

"What of the escaped Orc, Thrall? He comes from a future where one such as him became so powerful, he could fend off several Heroes at once. He will cause trouble for Quel'Thalas." Lor'Themar crossed his arms, and made sure everyone understood how serious this threat was. 

"The amount of damage one as powerful as him could cause is incalculable." Telonicus shook his head in frustration as he lost himself in several formulae. 

"Good point, Lor'Themar, I'll speak to my mother-in-law and see if she has any input. Meanwhile, you can have your rangers keep an eye out. And you, Telonicus, can fully attune the Rune Stones to the Sunwell now, yes?" Varrus addressed Lor'Themar's concerns, then turned to the brightest engineer in Quel'Thalas for input. 

"Hmm? Yes. Everyone, give me a bit of mana. I'll key us in now. Only the Convocation and the King are allowed direct access to the source of the Sunwell. I'll be setting up several barriers now.' Telonicus looked up from a notepad with an excited, somewhat frayed look. He appeared as if he had spent the last 36 hours working, but was hyped up on cocaine. 

Varrus didn't like the mad look of their brightest scientist, but he supposed the guy had been overworked, and the Sunwell was the biggest dose of drugs to any Elf. 

Reluctantly sticking his hand out, Varrus donated a small bit of his mana, as did the rest of the members of the Convocation, and Kael. 

"While we do this, I suggest Nightsong be added to those who can access the Sunwell directly, and propose she fill the vacancy left behind by Thaladred." Varrus spoke up. 

"It is confirmed he is dead then? Pity, I think I shall miss deriding that meathead's lack of decorum. Ah, but Nightsong. Now that shall be a challenging nut to crack." Tae'thelon fanned himself, and looked ever so lasciviously at the General. 

Varrus felt his eyebrow twitch. It was one thing for Lor'Themar to show some interest in his mother-which something barely acceptable to begin with-but to even begin to think that this slimy guy had an interest in her? 

Why, Varrus never wanted to punch someone else so badly before! 

What made Tae'thelon think he was good enough for his mother?! 

"Yes, General Nightsong would make for a commendable addition to our austere company." Lor'Themar nodded along. 

'Oi, Lor'Themar, you're not slick.' Varrus thought to himself. 

"Whilst I am uncomfortable with the mother of the First Seat sitting on this council, it cannot be denied, General Nightsong is deserving of it." Kael reluctantly grumbled. 

"General Nightsong is a great fit! She was my inspiration to take up a sword and shield ever since I was a little girl. I agree!" Lady Liadran applauded. 

"Please, join us, milady." Koren bowed towards Nightsong. 

His mother, clad in her somewhat revealing adamantium armor struck quite the pose as all eyes were on her. 

An invisible aura of command, and serenity surrounded her. When Varrus saw her calmly & nonchalantly accept the praises of the most powerful Elves in all of Quel'Thalas, he knew that she was special. 

Nightsong was an absolute legend amongst the High Elves, and had inspired entire generations to become Arcane Warriors or paladins. 

From his own POV, he had seen her go toe to toe with the demigod, Nozdormu, only losing the edge once the Aspect ate its past self and became that much stronger. 

In short, she was the sole demigod level character amongst them, and would probably have a good shot at becoming Queen if she desired. 

"If it is the desire of the people, then I shall continue to serve. Thank you, Varrus, everyone, for believing in me." Nightsong's smile was so charming, it could melt glaciers. 

If Varrus wasn't a married man, and the other obvious reason, even he might find himself enchanted by this poised, mature woman. 

Nightsong was like that really hot mom that you saw at your friend's house as a kid. She was kind, pretty, and confident in herself. 

Glancing at everyone else, then turning to Nightsong, Varrus smiled. 

"Welcome to the Convocation, mother. I'm pleased you could join us." Varrus smiled. 

"Good. Now then, mother, if you would, could you help with the land invasion through the Elf Gate, I was thinking we should…" Varrus conjured up some furniture, pulled out a map, and started discussing the details of the Elven offensive with Nightsong, and the other leaders. 

The invasion of Lordaeron was soon to be underway! 

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Meanwhile, a pair of friends were watching the proceedings from a few feet away. 

"Aye, now that's a real warrior. I wouldn't mind going a few rounds with her." Jan'alai elbowed Syra in the side. 

"Yes." Syra tersely replied. 

"Oh don't be jealous, what do you say you and me team up in this next offensive? Have a girls night out! Yeah, there's nothing like crushing a few skulls between your thighs!" Jan'alai flexed her biceps and squatted, showing off extremely well toned arms and calves. 

"I shouldn't…the last few times I left his side, he almost died." Syra gazed longingly at Varrus's back. 

"Pshah, he's going to enchant himself some new gear. Everyone knows he uses the souls of his enemies at this point. Look at him practically vibrating in place! He can barely concentrate on the meeting, heck, I bet that's all he can think about!" Jan'alai guffawed, and slapped Syra on the shoulder. 

"What are you saying?" Syra narrowed her eyes dangerously. 

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist, Goldilocks gets lost in his books too if I don't keep him busy with a good squeeze. All I'm saying is we haven't had a girls night out in a while." Jan'alai shrugged her shoulders and tried to look nonchalant about it all. 

Syra kept quiet as she maintained her pose, her eyes never left Varrus. 

He was so cute with how he was fidgeting in place, pretending to be the big boy at the table. Acting like he knew what he was talking about. Ah! It was so adorable, and everyone else had to listen to him. 

After all, for all his bluster, he was the one to restore the Sunwell! To land the final blow on the Dragon of Time. 

Oh she just wanted to scoop him up, and dominate him right here and now, to assert dominance on all those hussies she knew were watching from a distance. 

She could hear them beginning to party and sing his praises on the horizon. It filled her heart with pride, yet she wanted to teach them a lesson. 

That no one would ever have her man. 

"Now that's the kind of murderous spirit I'm talking about! But really, we should go out together, I've been talking to Nightsong lately, and I've convinced her to spend time with us~" Jan'alai bragged with a wide grin. 

"Nightsong?...what did you tell her?" Syra broke her focus, and sharply turned to the green Forest Troll she called friend. 

"Oi, if you look at a girl like that, she might think you're interested." Jan'alai said, licking her lips. 

Syra woodenly looked at Jan'alai. 

"Ah. Ha. Well, let's just say I talked you up as the strongest bestest warrior ever! She was very impressed. After our duel, she rated me very highly." Jan'alai rubbed her nose in pride. 

"You dueled her, and are only telling me now?" Syra frowned. 

"Hey, you were oh so busy pretending to be a Human, a girl's got to unwind somehow." Jan'alai looked toward Nightsong appreciatively. 

"Tch." Syra pouted, and turned away from Jan'alai. 

"Is that a yes I hear?" Jan'alai clasped her hands, took a step closer behind Syra's back, and said in a teasing tone. 

"Fine. I'll go on your stupid girls date or whatever." Syra crossed her arms. 

"Awesome!" Jan'alai fist pumped. 

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Back at the meeting in front of the Sunwell, things were wrapping up. 

"Okay, it's agreed, in 3 days from now, we'll launch our invasion." Varrus clapped his hands together, and nodded at everyone present. 

"Hmm, agreed. We must attune ourselves to the Sunwell, and prepare our most devastating magics. The uneducated necromancers shall rue the day they chose such an inferior arte to study." Tae'thelon scoffed, then departed to meditate at another spot around the well. 

The educator then began to draw upon the massive battery that was the Sunwell, and started to repair, and in some cases, enhance his war golem. 

"He's right. I'll see you all in 3 days. Meeting dismissed." Kael said, then he too scurried off, and began to pull out tome after tome, and entered a studying frenzy. 

Even the less magically inclined Koren went to the side, and began to practice the new transformative state that all High Elves could unleash. 

"I shall add the finishing touches to our project, Highlord. As a reminder, your presence shall be needed before we launch this assault." Telonicus said whilst writing things on a notepad. He then teleported away without saying another word. 

Varrus looked around to see if anyone needed him, but he saw that everyone was occupied. 

All the girls: Nightsong, Liadran, Jan'alai, and Syra had mysteriously gravitated to one another, and were gossiping about something, but Varrus didn't care as he was about to enchant his gear! 

His Soul Cloak had accumulated 4 Grand Soul Gems, and he had 40 more Greater Soul Gems thanks to the generous donations of the Alliance 'Heroes of Azeroth.' 

'If only Syra and the Illidari hadn't been so efficient at killing the Horde adventurers.' Varrus tutted. 

"Oh well, time to become a pseudo-legendary." Varrus rubbed his hands together, and eagerly got to work enchanting a new robe, pair of rings, amulet, and boots. 

Utilizing the 300% buff to all magic within a few miles radius of the Sunwell, Varrus just about tripled his current spell power, and the amount of protection the shield enchant provided. 

Examining his new look, Varrus felt that if he were in an anime, this would be his new season outfit. 

While he didn't have a full set enchanted, as he was missing leggings, a hat, bracers and gloves, he felt like he was at the very low-end of a demigod's power. 

He then got to work on the Greater Soul Gems, and took out some mythril he had in his inventory to make weapons and armor. 

Crafting 10 full sets of plate armor with weapons to match, he used up his Greater Soul Gems, to buff them in strength, agility, and protection. and

Looking at the sleek gear with pride, Varrus ran his hand over a piece of armor lovingly. 

Thanks to the boost, each set would make a highly skilled Elite capable of clashing with an average Hero, like Koren or Thaladred. It was simply terrifying what good gear could do in a world of magic. And what a difference maker it was. 

The Undead would be massively out numbering them for the coming conflict. Gear like this would prove pivotal in the coming days. 

Before they set out, he would have to find the time to push the Kobolds, and produce as many materials as they could. 

If he could fit everyone with at least glass armor, and enchant it with 300% boosted materials that were about as strong as a Common Soul Gem, then their casualties would be significantly less. 

Nodding his head with a smile on his face, Varrus turned to his ever faithful guard, who was waiting nearby. 

"Rho'dan, hand these out to your brothers in the Crossguard, it is time that instead of being the equivalent of a Hero as a unit, they each have the strength of a Hero individually. Furthermore, recruit 6 new members, men or women you trust into a subgroup of the Crossguard, and distribute this gear to them." Varrus ordered. 

Chuckling to himself, he was about to go out to sea, and test his newfound power out, when Rho'dan's reply stilled him in his tracks. 

"It will be done, Highlord. However, I am receiving reports that we have foreign guests at the World Tree." 

"Guests???...are they the Night Elves you had reported on earlier?" 

"Aye, and they are in the company of your mother-in-law." Rho'dan stressed. 

"Then we shall head toward Tha'salah immediately. I had wondered why she missed the renewal of the Sunwell, it seems that witch had ulterior motives all along." Varrus narrowed his eyes. 

"Shall I take the Crossguard with us?" Rho'dan suggested. 

"No, I think we shall be fine, and let my wife have her girl time, and the King his studies. It will be just us two." Varrus whispered under a shroud of muffle. 

"Very well, Highlord. This way to the Rune Stone, we can take the portal to Tha'salah." Rho'dan took the lead, and motioned for Varrus to follow. 

Before he followed Rho'dan, Varrus cast Milestone. Which was a Master tier Alteration spell that allowed him to have up to 5 teleportation nodes anywhere in the world, and teleport between them freely. 

He set one up at the Sunwell so that even if he were mid combat, he could return here to this font of nearly unlimited mana at any time. He also did so as a means of insurance, in the event that he had to return and defend it. 

"Alright, Rho'dan, let's go." Varrus nodded at the large red headed man. 

He never thought he would have a conversation with Faedra and Malfurion at the same time, but recent events were full of surprises. 

Taking a deep breath to compose himself before an important meeting with his distant kin, Varrus stepped into the portal full of cautious optimism. 

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