Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

As a military advisor to the Alliance, Alaric was originally expected to remain at the commander's side, assisting with military affairs and providing professional advice.

That was the plan.

However, during the few days while Lothar awaited the gathering of armies from various nations, Alaric found himself assigned a new task.

"What? You want me to serve as an envoy to Silvermoon City?" 

Alaric was bewildered by King Terenas' directive. "Aside from Prince Kael'thas from Dalaran, I don't even know a single elf. Why assign me this job?"

"This was a suggestion from Archmage Antonidas," Terenas replied with a cheerful smile that Alaric thought reeked of scheming. 

"The Archmage mentioned that your academic achievements in the arcane are highly regarded—even the elves in Quel'Thalas respect you and have extended invitations for you to visit. 

So, I believe that compared to others, those long-eared folks have a natural affinity for you. As an envoy to Silvermoon City, you should not face any hostility."

Just as Alaric was about to refuse, Terenas added another statement.

"I've already discussed this with Archmage Antonidas and Commander Lothar, and they both agreed with my opinion."

Alaric glanced past Terenas, where the old mage and the warrior raised their eyebrows at him in unison.

—A bunch of old schemers!

Alaric cursed inwardly, but outwardly, he had no choice but to accept.

"Fine, I'll give it a try," he replied weakly. "But before that, Your Majesty, I'd appreciate it if you could assign me a few deputies familiar with high elf customs and negotiations."

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way." Terenas appeared quite pleased.

And so, under the collective pressure of the Alliance's leaders, Alaric reluctantly embarked on his mission as an envoy to the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

Since he was traveling as an envoy, he couldn't rely on magic or gryphons for transportation. Instead, he had to leave Lordaeron in a grand, ornate carriage and make his way to Quel'Thalas.

After crossing the holy city of Stratholme and the border of Zul'Aman Forest, the envoy's convoy finally entered the territory of Quel'Thalas.

The elven lands were indeed vastly different from human kingdoms.

Perhaps as an inheritance from their predecessors, the night elves, the high elves, while passionate about magic, still showed deep respect for nature.

Unlike humans, who extensively cleared forests to grow farmland, the high elves coexisted harmoniously with nature, preserving and maintaining the forests.

This was why Silvermoon Forest—later known as Eversong Woods—remained as lush and vibrant as it had been thousands of years ago when the high elves first settled there.

Of course, beyond their nature-loving tendencies, the elves' ability to maintain these vast forests for millennia was also due to their unique characteristics as a race.

First, high elves did not reproduce as rapidly as humans and thus didn't need to constantly expand their living space. 

As a long-lived race, with lifespans stretching thousands of years, their low birth rate was a natural tradeoff—common among all long-lived species.

Second, the high elves' productivity far exceeded that of humans. 

Although they were not descendants of the Titans and lacked humans' arcane adaptability, their ancestors' prolonged exposure to the Well of Eternity—and now the Sunwell—had granted them exceptional abilities in energy manipulation.

Even ordinary high elf civilians could wield basic magic, thanks to their extraordinary talent and longevity. 

This widespread use of magic in everyday life and production allowed them to achieve a level of productivity far surpassing human societies, which were still bound by feudal limitations. 

This meant they didn't need vast tracts of farmland to sustain themselves.

That said, the presence of high elves had still left its mark on the forest.

One of the most notable changes was the color of the leaves.

Over thousands of years of frequent magical use, the once verdant forest had transformed into a stunning sea of gold and red. 

Being surrounded by this landscape felt like stepping into a perpetual autumn. But unlike true autumn, this golden-red forest radiated vitality rather than decay.

However, what truly confirmed to Alaric that he had entered elven territory wasn't the forest's unique appearance but the sudden surge of arcane energy in the air.

This spoke volumes about the high elves' unparalleled mastery of magic.

Even Dalaran paled in comparison to these ancient teachers of the arcane.

Using advanced magic, the high elves had erected a network of rune stones along the borders of Quel'Thalas. 

These rune stones formed a barrier that contained the Sunwell's immense arcane energy.

This barrier allowed the high elves to wield magic freely within its bounds while preventing energy leakage that could attract demons lusting after Azeroth—a lesson hard learned by their ancestors.

For Alaric, stepping into Quel'Thalas meant experiencing the life of an elven mage.

The sensation was indescribably pleasant for a spellcaster.

It felt as though his entire body was submerged in a hot spring of arcane energy. 

This abundant energy swirled around him, ready to respond to his commands as though it were an extension of his own will—a sensation impossible to experience outside the barrier.

It was like transitioning from a barren desert to a lush rainforest.

No wonder high elf mages had fallen into mana addiction after the Sunwell's destruction. Once accustomed to such opulence, who could bear to live in poverty?

—If the technology of the Sunwell and rune stones were more widespread, perhaps the floating cities of Netheril from Dungeons & Dragons could be realized in Azeroth.

Lost in such whimsical thoughts, Alaric rode his carriage deeper into Quel'Thalas.

For the first five or six hours within the borders, he saw no sign of high elves, much to his disappointment.

He had hoped to witness their culture and customs firsthand.

His wish was granted soon enough—though not in the way he had hoped.

As the envoy's convoy advanced along a forest path, a sharp whistle suddenly echoed from the distance.

It sounded like a warning.

Moments later, three arrows thudded into the ground directly in front of the convoy.

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