Zachariah 

Kayle removed her helmet in acknowledgment, though she didn't need to adopt a humble posture. In terms of status, during her time in the Eternal Kingdom, her position wasn't lower than that of the Moon Goddess. In terms of age, she was definitely much older than this earth spirit elder.

Zachariah then saw Kasadin and exclaimed again, "You are a warrior and guardian worthy of admiration, please accept my respect!" He bowed once more.

Next was Khadgar, who widened his eyes in astonishment, as if he had seen something unbelievable, and whispered, "Mage, who stole the years that should have been yours?"

Khadgar felt both admiration and sorrow. He shook his head with a wry smile and replied, "Perhaps it was fate!"

Anyone would feel extremely unwilling if they were cursed at the age of seventeen or eighteen, their appearance directly transforming into that of a decrepit old man in his seventies or eighties. Khadgar personally experienced all of this; he hadn't even possessed youth before he aged. More than twenty years had passed, and he had long since grown accustomed to it all.

He then recalled the scene of his own death that he had seen in Karazhan more than twenty years ago.

That red sun, and the red earth, perhaps they would really come to pass in this land called Shirethe?

Thinking that he might die in a strange world countless billions of miles away from his hometown, separated by countless planes, Khadgar felt a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself that he should perhaps pray that the others here would be alright, so that they might be able to bring his ashes back to Azeroth for burial.

Zachariah finally saw Aiden standing on the far side. At first glance, he was somewhat indifferent, but as if realizing something, he rubbed his eyes and exclaimed in shock, "Lord Aiden? Are you Lord Aiden?"

"I am." Aiden found the other's reaction rather strange. He couldn't help but wonder if this old man had seen something again?

"Lal be praised, Lal be praised!" The earth spirit elder's lips trembled, his excitement beyond words, "You have really come, you have really come…"

The High Priest instantly became more agile than a young man. He stepped forward and grabbed Aiden's hand, tears welling up in his eyes, "You have finally come, finally come…" He was so excited that his words were even mixed with some Shirethe common language, so much so that Aiden didn't understand what the old man was trying to express at all.

However, he could basically guess that he had probably become some kind of "savior" in some prophecy again…

Aiden couldn't help but grumble inwardly, was it because the hidden system of "World of Warcraft" saw that the situation in Azeroth had basically stabilized, so it changed the map for him to meet new challenges?

He couldn't understand the common language here, but Turalyon was able to translate. The current commander became more and more surprised as he listened, his mouth widening, his face full of disbelief.

"What is this High Priest saying?" Khadgar couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Turalyon swallowed and replied in a low voice, "He said… Lord Aiden is the person who will save the world in Lal's prophecy."

"That's not surprising, what else?"

"Also… he said I am Lord Aiden's vanguard… one of them…"

"This, haha, this is more interesting."

After a while, the old priest finally calmed down slightly. He apologized for his previous gaffe and explained it again in a language that Aiden could understand.

"This is a very long story, we have to start from the birth of Shirethe."

The ancient myths of this world were slowly narrated from the mouth of Saint Zachariah:

Legend has it that at the beginning of the universe, the land of Shirethe was barren, without any living beings. Until one day, a goddess passed by here. She was tired and didn't want to go any further, so she stopped.

She felt very lonely alone, so she walked in Shirethe and said, "Is there anyone willing to chat with me?"

At that time, Shirethe was a desolate planet, no different from other planets in the void. So the goddess didn't get a response.

She was a little sad and sat on a mountain peak and cried.

The goddess's tears turned into the first river in Shirethe, which later people called the Lal River. This river nurtured the earliest civilization of Shirethe.

After having water, the first life was finally born on this land.

He was Tarim, the King of Mountains. He was born from the tears of the goddess, and his greatest wish in life was to make the goddess carefree.

Later, Tarim and the goddess fell in love and had four children in succession.

The eldest son was Gohr, the second son was Xia, Yare, and the youngest son was Jin.

The children liked playmates, so the goddess created life on the earth to play with them.

But later, Gohr made a terrible mistake. He killed his father Tarim and destroyed countless creatures on the ground. The furious goddess imprisoned him, so that he could never return to the ground.

She warned her other three children that they must not intercede for Gohr.

After losing her husband, the goddess didn't want to see her children again.

But the children always wanted to see their mother. They searched the sky, from east to west, carefully inspecting every corner of the world, but still couldn't find their mother—of course they couldn't find her, because the goddess only appeared when the children were asleep, quietly visiting them.

Aiden was thoughtful, and the others probably understood. The goddess definitely refers to Lal, the Moon Goddess.

And her three children should be the three suns in the sky.

Of La'er's three children, Xia was the most diligent. He always emerged in the first season of the year, searching for his mother day after day. At that time, Winter Veil had just passed, and life began to revive on the earth. Then, Ya'er would appear in the sky, searching with his elder brother. At that time, the weather gradually warmed, and all things grew. The sleepy Jin always woke up last. By the time he appeared, the weather in Shirese was at its hottest. Fruits ripened, and the climate was scorching. In the last season, all three sun gods were tired and would return to their palaces, sleeping soundly. At this time, La'er would govern the sky, and Shirese would spend the cold winter under the moonlight.

So now it should be the third season of Shirese, but its climate is actually more like summer.

And after the hottest weather passes, Shirese will enter a long polar night, where only the moon and stars can be seen for months, and the weather will become increasingly cold. Until the first season arrives, and Xia returns to the sky.

Hearing this, Aiden thought more about La'er's eldest son in the legends—Gaol, who was imprisoned after patricide.

Although there was no more basis, he guessed that Gaol should be related to the Old Gods, or was himself an Old God—even the husband of the Moon Goddess, Tari'm, the King of Mountains and Rivers, might also be an Old God.

However, Khadgar thought of other things: precisely, the illusion of his death.

He tried hard to recall every detail of the illusion, whether there were three suns in the sky, or only the red 'Xia'. He suddenly felt somewhat uncertain.

This was related to how long he could live. It could be any piece of red land in the upcoming battle, or it could be two seasons later. According to the time calculation of this world, that would be half a year.

Honestly, even if he gave up on himself because of the curse of aging, he wouldn't want to die. How many people could resist living a little longer?

It's just that the curse of Karazhan was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, always causing a heavy psychological burden for him. He would always be uneasy until he was sure he could overcome this fate.

Now he was like a terminally ill patient, with only a few days left.

So, Khadgar didn't hear a word of what the High Priest said next.

Aiden, on the other hand, was listening all the time. He regarded Zakhary's words as quest prompts, so naturally he didn't want to miss any details. Because every word of the other party might be related to whether this trip to another star would be smooth.

Next, this highly respected saint spoke of the Zodang people's largest empire, Nordis, whose emperor and his people abused magic and willingly degenerated, acting as the Burning Legion's lackeys, and opening a portal to bring demons into Shirese.

This was similar to what Queen Azshara of the Night Elf Empire did during the War of the Ancients.

In fact, the Burning Legion was already imposing when it first arrived. With their scale, they could easily destroy this world. Even if all the intelligent creatures of Shirese united as they are today, it would be almost impossible to resist their offensive.

The most important reason why the war was able to enter a stalemate was that the Burning Legion had diverted most of its forces to the Place of Exile—the very place where Gaol, who had committed patricide in mythology, was imprisoned.

Now is a troubled time for Shirese. Just after the Burning Legion arrived, a cult organization called the 'Twilight's Hammer' began to surface in the Place of Exile and even throughout Shirese. People of all races have been infiltrated by the Twilight's Hammer, but its main force is the 'Qiraji,' who disappeared tens of thousands of years ago—they were the criminals who followed Gaol ten thousand years ago.

The Qiraji were also people of the ancient times, with a long history no less than that of the Earth Spirits, and were the most powerful force on earth at that time. However, after Gaol was exiled, they were also sealed underground.

"Twilight's Hammer? Are you talking about the Twilight's Hammer?" Aiden asked.

"Yes, it is the Twilight's Hammer."

"Interesting."

Aiden was thoughtful.

He looked to the left and right and said to Kayle and Kassadin, "I didn't expect that the Twilight's Hammer has already developed into a cross-universe cult since we left Azeroth."

"Your Excellency, have you also heard of this organization?"

"Of course, and I've dealt with them!" Aiden smiled, "It seems that my guess should be correct. That Gaol can almost be determined to be an Old God."

He roughly told Zakhary about the situation of the Twilight's Hammer in Azeroth. This saint was immediately more convinced that he was the "Savior" in the revelation.

The topic turned back again. Zakhary continued, "The situation was very dangerous at the time. We were already overwhelmed by the arrival of the Burning Legion, and the addition of the Twilight's Hammer made things even worse. When we were almost desperate, the demons who attacked the Place of Exile suddenly fought with the Twilight's Hammer. It was precisely because of this that we gained a rare respite."

He paused, "The current situation is that our Hundred-Race Alliance, the Twilight's Hammer, and the Burning Legion are all mortal enemies of each other. However, because the Burning Legion is powerful, our garrison in the Place of Exile is basically only responsible for monitoring the movements there, and does not join their war. But..."

Speaking of this, the old goblin was a little melancholy: "According to the latest battle reports, the Burning Legion has strengthened its offensive against the Place of Exile, and the Twilight's Hammer is already struggling. I'm afraid the war between them will soon be decided."