"I know. I'm here to help you this time. If you're willing, I can suppress your madness for a while. It might not be too long, but a year or two should be possible. Perhaps I can find a solution during this time," Aiden said in a deep voice.
He wasn't entirely clear about the root cause of this great change that caused the Titan system to fail, but it was clear that there was an invisible hand pushing everything behind the scenes. The curtain has been raised, and everything will come to light. So Aiden didn't need to rush into anything, because the truth would reveal itself soon enough.
"Help me?" Vanaar seemed very negative. "No, you definitely don't understand the situation in the entire universe. Now…"
Aiden interrupted, "I understand very well. I know that the Titan systems throughout the universe are failing, and I also know that this will affect all the Old Gods, and those who are imprisoned will soon be freed."
Vanaar was a little surprised. It asked back, "Since that's the case, what confidence do you have to solve it? I'm afraid even the Pantheon will have difficulty protecting itself in the face of such a shocking change."
"The Pantheon is ultimately bound by rules. It is certainly powerful, but it is also greatly restricted. Although my power is not as great as the Pantheon's, it doesn't necessarily mean that I can't do things that the Pantheon can't do." Aiden was very clear about how difficult the things he had to do were, but he would not sit still and wait for death.
In any case, the birth of this world was greatly related to him, and he was not fighting alone now. No matter what the purpose, he had to do his best to prevent bad things from happening.
"Having confidence is a good thing." Vanaar was silent for a while before saying this. Its negativity would not be weakened or disappear just because Aiden said a few encouraging words. It was really because it was an Old God itself, and it knew too well how terrifying the power of this group was.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Vanaar didn't want to be dominated by madness after all. As a plant-based Old God, its personality was relatively peaceful, and it didn't have too much of a desire to kill. This was also the biggest reason why it could persist for so long under the influence of the instinct to destroy.
If Aiden had a way, that would certainly be good. Even if he didn't, being able to delay it for a year or two would be better than turning into a madman immediately.
"You just need not to resist." Aiden's spirits lifted.
His previous mental confrontation with Vanaar had worn down some of the other party's madness. Now that reason was in charge, as long as Aiden's actions did not threaten Vanaar's life, it would not trigger a counterattack from the madness.
This seal could only achieve the best effect when Vanaar did not resist.
"Then do it."
Vanaar was confident that it could last for a while. "You have half an hour."
"That's enough."
— —
While Aiden was strengthening the seal in Draenor, the war in Azeroth was in full swing.
Before he left, he had thwarted the Naga Legion led by Queen Azshara's attack on Pandaria, causing the other party's plan to resurrect the Old God Y'Shaarj to fail. The mastermind behind the scenes, N'Zoth, did not dare to touch this land again for the time being.
The seal was now collapsing, and N'Zoth suppressed his mood, fearing that something might happen, and was even more careful during this time. In order to attract the enemy's attention, he sent out almost all of his forces to launch a frantic attack to contain the Alliance's attention.
Reflecting on the land, the Battle of Mount Hyjal became unusually fierce. Almost all the Twilight's Hammer cultists lurking in the Alliance were frantically active, with various kidnappings, assassinations, ambushes, and intelligence thefts emerging one after another.
Before this, N'Zoth had never exposed his true strength. He always liked to hide behind the scenes and drive his minions to find trouble with mortals.
Such behavior could not be said to be unsuccessful. During the War of the Nightmare, the Nightmare Lord Xavius almost subverted the entire world; later, the Nexus War, as well as the Cataclysm led by Deathwing, had pushed the world to the brink of destruction.
If it weren't for always missing a bit of luck, I'm afraid N'Zoth would have become the master of the world long ago.
The agents he chose were so powerful, so his own strength should not be underestimated. This time, the real opportunity came, and N'Zoth finally Willing to tore off all pretenses and dispatched all of his forces. The entire Alliance's million elite troops, Valoran and Azeroth joined forces, yet they were still at a disadvantage in the Battle of Mount Hyjal!
And today, something even more bizarre happened—the Night Elf commander and Marshal, Jarod Shadowsong—was kidnapped!
The Twilight's Hammer launched its high-level spies in the Night Elves, kidnapping this crucial commander in the Night Elf's hinterland!
This was really bad news. After receiving the exact news, High Priestess Tyrande almost fainted to the ground.
Mount Hyjal was the Night Elves' home turf. Although the troops sent by other countries and forces of the Alliance all had their own commanders, they always needed a nominal supreme commander to coordinate the overall situation and arrange strategies.
Jarod was a hero who had become famous in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, and his command and strategy skills had already been proven in the confrontation with the Burning Legion. The other troops of the Alliance then elected him as the Alliance Commander.
This was decided before Aiden came back, otherwise everyone would most likely recommend Aiden—because no matter how brilliant Jarod's resume was, it was still a bit far from this legendary figure who had repeatedly saved Azeroth from the brink of destruction in recent years.
Even in that situation, Jarod himself would recommend Aiden.
If it weren't for the other party defeating the Nightmare Lord, his wife would have died from the Nightmare invasion years ago. Jarod always remembered this great kindness.
In any case, Jarod became the commander, and he was now kidnapped. Although this news was strictly sealed off, except for the leaders and a few people involved, ordinary soldiers and middle and high-level officers did not know, but a huge problem was now in front of everyone—who can be the supreme commander of the Alliance army now?
Aiden had indeed returned, but he showed his face in Pandaria and then went to Draenor again, and he didn't know when he would come back, let alone whether he would have time to command the army after he came back.
In addition to him, Valoran Federation Chief of Staff, Noxus Supreme Command Leader, "Tactician Commander" Swain was also a candidate, while Stormwind Kingdom King Varian Wrynn, Kul Tiras King Daelin Proudmoore, Lordaeron Prince Arthas were all qualified.
The problem was that their prestige was always a little lacking, and it was difficult to convince the public.
"I recommend someone!" At this time, High Elf King Anasterian suddenly said.
Everyone looked at him. He smiled and said a name, and everyone nodded suddenly—
"Turalyon!"
This thirty-something human paladin was also a veteran. He had participated in the Second War, was one of the Alliance's first five paladins, and later took over Sir Lothar's banner, defeated the Horde, captured Orgrim Doomhammer, and then led the Alliance troops across the Dark Portal to expedition to Draenor, making great achievements.
In terms of command experience and prestige, he was definitely qualified to become the commander.
More importantly, he did not purely represent a certain country or force in practice, and no one would reject him to command their troops.
Turalyon had just been teleported from the Eternal Kingdom to Azeroth. From the expedition more than ten years ago to now, he had finally set foot on his homeland.
Turalyon was very low-key. At first, everyone's eyes were focused on Aiden's return, and few people noticed the return of this former legendary commander. But some people would not ignore him—Sylvanas accidentally got this news and immediately found Turalyon after many twists and turns.
Caring about the other party was one aspect. In any case, Turalyon was also her brother-in-law. Although her actual age might be older than Turalyon's grandmother's grandmother. The most important thing was that Sylvanas was extremely concerned about her sister Alleria. The three sisters had a deep relationship. Originally, she thought that her sister must have sacrificed when the Dark Portal exploded, and she was sad for a long time.
Later, when Aiden traveled to this world, he told her that Alleria should not have died. She and Turalyon were married in Outland and had a mixed-race child named "Arator." The two disappeared a few years ago, but they were likely not dead.
This news greatly cheered Sylvanas. When she went to Outland, she personally found Arator and brought him back to Azeroth, and kept him by her side, taking care of this nephew in every possible way.
Now that Turalyon had finally returned, how could she not be happy?
However, when Sylvanas saw that there was no figure she had been thinking about day and night beside Turalyon, she suddenly felt a little bit of her heart stop beating, and couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "Turalyon, my sister she…"
"She stayed in Shirethe." Turalyon replied.
His answer was normal, but Sylvanas's understanding had a deviation. The Ranger General's eyes immediately turned red, and tears accumulated in them, and soon rolled down: "Why didn't you protect her! You are a paladin!"
She screamed.
"Ah?" Turalyon responded blankly. Seeing the other party like this, he immediately reacted, and then explained the situation with a smile and tears.
After listening, Sylvanas's head was dizzy, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in, and at the same time she was very fortunate—it turned out that Alleria really didn't die, but stayed in Shirethe because of military affairs. And she also gave birth to a lovely daughter named Xi Fu.
After a little embarrassment, Sylvanas immediately cared about her niece whom she had never met, and asked enthusiastically how tall the other party had grown, what her weight was, and whether she was cute or not.
And Turalyon also met his son Arator, who had been separated for ten years, at Sylvanas's station.
Now Arator was eighteen years old, just an adult, but he had already felt the power of the Holy Light and become a formal paladin—this was much better than Turalyon back then!
Back then, Turalyon became a paladin as a priest, but his initial beliefs were not clear, and he could not use the power of the Holy Light for a long time. After Sir Lothar died in battle, he sensed the response of the Holy Light in grief and anger.