Solutions

The kingdom of the High Elves.

In the courtyard of the Magisters' Terrace on the Isle of Quel'Danas, a High Elf stood, holding a golden kettle and pouring water at the roots of a towering tree. Judging from his physique, it was hard to tell he was a High Elf. He was tall and straight, with a square face and a resolute expression, lacking the slender, delicate features unique to his kin. Additionally, his long golden hair reached his waist, and a pair of blue eyes, like the sea, lay beneath his golden eyebrows, lending this determined High Elf a gentle demeanor.

The water in the kettle naturally ran dry, and the High Elf ceased his task. At this moment, another High Elf, dressed similarly, appeared in the courtyard and took the kettle from him.

"Uncle Thranduil, is today's irrigation ceremony complete?"

"It is, Kael. Perhaps soon, the Arcan'dor will bear its first fruit."

That's right, the magnificent tree planted in the courtyard of the Magisters' Terrace was the legendary Arcan'dor, and the two High Elves were Thranduil, one of the four heroes of the Altar of Kings, and Kael'thas, the High Elf King. The "uncle and nephew" both looked up at the legendary blue tree.

This was a colossal tree with arcane symbols engraved upon its surface. It required neither soil nor sunlight, and seemingly no water to sustain life. Instead, it thrived by absorbing the arcane energy within the magic network. What was even more miraculous was its ability to harmonize the balance between arcane and natural forces, and its fruit could nourish the bodies of High Elves, thereby curing their magic addiction. The Arcan'dor was not a natural species, but a creation of the Night Elves in ancient times. It had been planted in this magician's platform, teeming with arcane energy, after Thranduil obtained the seeds from Suramar a few years prior. After several years of growth, Arcan'dor had completely adapted to the high-magic environment of Quel'Thalas. Its branches had extended to encompass the entire square, and its blue leaves constantly absorbed the magic in the air, exhaling rich vitality. The same situation had also occurred in the Suramar region. Because Grand Mage Elisande and Thranduil belonged to the same faction, she had shared these precious seeds with her fellow High Elves.

At this moment, Thranduil felt the call of Galen. He turned to Kael'thas and said, "Kael, you are an excellent king. From today onward, the Arcan'dor will be entrusted to you."

"Uncle, are you leaving?" Kael'thas asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. When Kael'thas first met Thranduil, he was filled with curiosity because this High Elf was so remarkably similar to him. How similar were they? Even when the rumor spread that Thranduil was Kael'thas's twin brother, he still believed it. Even though it was later "confirmed" that Thranduil was a direct descendant of the Sunstriders and his father's younger brother, it still took Kael'thas a long time to accept it.

"That's right, I no longer belong to Quel'Thalas. I have my own mission." Thranduil looked at Kael'thas, who was called his nephew but was actually his grandson, with a touch of reluctance. He then gave some instructions regarding the care of the Arcan'dor.

"The Arcan'dor is a cultivated plant. It cannot grow on its own in the natural world of Azeroth. It must be carefully tended by humans to grow and mature safely. It is very susceptible to locust attacks. Therefore, preventing and controlling locusts is crucial for the tree's health."

"The greatest danger in the Arcan'dor's growth process comes from the loss of control of arcane energy, especially when arcane energy overwhelms natural energy; a huge explosion is likely to occur!"

"Kael, you must remember not to irrigate the Arcan'dor with the Sunwell's water alone! After all, the Sunwell is not the complete Well of Eternity. The energy it emits is very singular—it is purely magic!"

"When watering, be sure to mix the water from the Sunwell with the Fountain of Life from Stromgarde!"

Thranduil imparted all his care experiences in one breath. He repeatedly emphasized this last point. This kind of situation had indeed occurred in the land of Suramar in history, resulting in heavy casualties for the exiled Nightborne. This was a crucial issue that had been overlooked.

"I remember." The uncle and nephew fell silent once more.

"Rosman and his men don't understand the significance of cultivating the Arcan'dor. The existence of the Sunwell makes them disdain the meager magical power within the Arcan'dor fruit," Thranduil broke the silence, mentioning another dissenting voice within the kingdom.

"Do you understand the meaning of the Arcan'dor, Kael?"

"I understand, Uncle!" Kael raised his hand and clenched it into a fist: "The High Elves in the past were too arrogant and too insular."

"Now, the Azeroth Alliance is the dominant force in the world. Since we High Elves have already joined, we must keep pace with the Alliance to ensure that Quel'Thalas is not left far behind. If the High Elves wish to venture out, they must solve the problem of magic addiction!"

The Sunwell caused the concentration of magical elements in Quel'Thalas to be higher than in other areas of the world. It was this high concentration of magic that altered the bodies of the High Elves. The High Elves rarely left Quel'Thalas because once they departed the Sunwell's influence, they could not endure the low magic concentration in the outside world. They would feel an emptiness in their hearts, and their bodies would intensely crave magical power—this was magic addiction.

"The fruit of the Arcan'dor is the key to solving the magic addiction!"

"Yes! That's right. I'm relieved if you can understand. I can't help you forever!" Thranduil thought to himself, Eight thousand years ago, I led the High Elves to the east, established the High Elf Kingdom, built the Sunwell, and repelled the forest trolls. Now that I have been reborn, I have to find the seeds of Arcan'dor for you and cultivate them successfully for you...What about my retirement!?

I used to be the leader of the High Elves, and I worried about you all the time, but I'm not a babysitter. You have to walk your own path in the future!

"In that case, I'll go first!" Thranduil activated a teleportation scroll and left Quel'Thalas.