As the administrator of Azsuna, Prince Farondis naturally knew the whereabouts of the Tidestone.
However, because of his reckless rebellion, all the residents of Azsuna were affected by Azshara's curse, unable to transcend the material world even after death.
Out of guilt, Prince Farondis had always lived alone, far away from his people, not daring to set foot in the Nar'thalas Academy.
Seeing Prince Farondis' surprised expression, Andreas shrugged and said, "That's right, it's the Tidestone."
"Your Excellency, Governor, may I take it? Leaving it here might be a hidden danger for the 'people' of Azsuna, wouldn't it?"
Waking from his shock, Farondis composed himself and thought carefully.
"That's true. Such a divine artifact left in Azsuna would eventually be coveted by others. It would be better to return it to our living compatriots for proper management."
Although Farondis couldn't yet determine the identities of this group of people, Andreas, having held a high position and issued commands for many years, had long developed an imposing aura of authority, which the well-traveled Farondis could naturally recognize.
Even if the man in front of him wasn't the current leader of the Night Elves, he was at least a highly influential figure within the race.
Andreas vaguely remembered that these ghosts confined in Azsuna seemed to be able to find release through some method, but after so many years, he had long forgotten the specific details.
Farondis' guilt for Azsuna had long become a knot in his heart. Andreas advised him to speak openly with his people, but he always shook his head silently with a bitter smile.
This was, after all, an internal matter for the people of Azsuna. Seeing that persuasion was futile, Andreas didn't continue to press Farondis and instead asked him another question.
"Blue dragons?"
Farondis thought for a moment, then nodded, "Indeed, a group of blue dragons has made their home in Azsuna. Their lair is near the magical pool northwest of Nar'thalas Academy."
Temporarily entrusting the Tidestone to a curious Aurora, Andreas and his group bid farewell to the lonely Farondis and headed towards the Azurewing Repose, following his guidance.
As Onyxia approached Azurewing Repose, a dozen or so whelps frantically rose from the ground, forming several dragon walls to stop Onyxia.
The lead whelp bared its teeth and snarled fiercely at Onyxia, "You abominable black dragon! How dare you appear before us again!"
"Hmph~"
Onyxia snorted, a plume of white smoke escaping her nostrils, and sneered dismissively, "You pitiful little ones, out of touch with the times. Move aside, we have important matters to discuss with Senegos."
Senegos was a powerful ancient dragon from the same era as Malygos. Unable to endure Malygos' madness, he left without a word after the War of the Ancients with a batch of blue dragon eggs. After several twists and turns, he settled in Azsuna, hatching and raising these new generation blue dragons on his own.
Although Malygos had now awakened from his madness, as Alexstrasza and Ysera said, his emotional knots had not yet been fully untied. The current gloomy and irritable Blue Dragon Aspect was not his true self.
Sindragosa's return to Dragonblight resolved one of Malygos' three major emotional knots. The remaining two were the development of his flight and revenge against Deathwing.
Due to Malygos' ill-advised rash actions, the siege against Deathwing was not fully successful.
Although a large number of corrupted black dragons were killed, the most important target, Deathwing, escaped and has been missing ever since.
Andreas' visit to Azsuna this time was precisely to resolve one of Malygos' emotional knots: the growth of his flight.
It was unknown how the heroic father Senegos managed it, but there were now at least several hundred blue dragons, large and small, in Azurewing Repose.
Although no adult dragons were seen, these whelps and dragonets were undoubtedly the future of the blue dragonflight.
"Never!"
The whelps blocking Onyxia took up fighting stances, and the lead whelp roared defiantly, "I will never allow a filthy, despicable black dragon into our habitat! I..."
"Little Star, let them through."
An old and weak voice came from the direction of Azurewing Repose.
"Grandfather?! Are you serious?!"
The whelp, called Little Star, turned back in disbelief. "This is a black dragon!"
"Heh heh~ Of course I know. I also know the identity of the black dragon in front of you. Let them pass."
"...Alright, Grandfather."
Seeing "Little Star" grudgingly lead the whelps to clear the path, Andreas chuckled, 'How convenient.'
Upon hearing the name Little Star, Andreas knew who the female whelp in front of him was.
Senegos' granddaughter, the blue dragoness Stella, highly popular among players.
Andreas hadn't expected that Stellagosa would already be born and grown into a whelp in this era.
'I wonder how this child maintained her whelp form for 3000 years...'
Waving away the other watchful whelps, Stellagosa personally led Onyxia to descend.
After passing through the dense forest, a magical pool glowing with blue-purple light appeared before everyone. A listless adult blue dragon lay motionless in the pool.
Andreas' mouth twitched when he saw this blue dragon. 'Has this guy been lying in this pool for thousands of years? Is this why he became a heroic father?'
The blue dragonflight cannot live without the nourishment of magic. Although they do not have a magical addiction like mortals, blue dragons will fall into a weakened state if they experience a long-term shortage of magic. The prone dragon in front of them was an example.
After landing, Stellagosa was the first to transform into a slender High Elf, a change that made Andreas unconsciously raise an eyebrow.
"Miss Little Star..."
Stellagosa interrupted Andreas' unspoken words with an exasperated look, "I'm not called Little Star. That's Grandfather's nickname for me. Just call me Stellagosa."
"Alright, Stellagosa."
Andreas asked on behalf of his other curious companions, "This High Elf form of yours... where did you learn about it?"
High Elves only gradually degenerated and emerged after the Sundering. Logically, Stellagosa shouldn't have known about them.
"This?"
Stellagosa, dressed in a blue mage's robe, spun around in place and said somewhat smugly, "More than 200 years ago, a group of mortals calling themselves the Conclave of the Sacred Flame came to Azsuna by ship. I based my transformation on their appearance. Does it look good?"
Shandris and Celes' slender hands simultaneously reached for Andreas' waist on both sides. Andreas' expression became stern, and he replied solemnly, "I see. It looks very good. Let's get back to the main topic first."
'Conclave of the Sacred Flame? What the heck...'
Senegos lay lazily in the magical pool, observing their interaction with interest, not interrupting their conversation.
"Heh heh~ Princess Onyxia, it's been thousands of years. You've grown so big."
Senegos laboriously lifted his upper body from the pool, "Distinguished guests, my name is Senegos, and as you can see, I am a member of the Blue Dragonflight. You've specifically come to see me. Has something happened to that madman Malygos?"