Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

Through Alaric's efforts, history was once again rewritten.

In the original timeline, the high elves were reluctant and apathetic about joining the Alliance.

This led to a future where, after the undead destroyed Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas and the surviving high elves received no help from the humans. 

Worse yet, some extremists' actions resulted in irreparable enmity between the high elves and humans.

Although Alaric was human, he was not a descendant of the Titans and felt no particular affinity for the humans of Azeroth.

Compared to the fickle humans, he found himself more drawn to the proud and loyal high elves, the nature-loving night elves, and the brave and selfless draenei.

Though he admitted that part of his preference might be attributed to the physical beauty of these races.

In any case, given the inevitability of uniting various factions to confront the Old Gods, the Burning Legion, and even the Void Lords, Alaric leaned toward bringing these races into the Alliance rather than leaving them to their tragic fates, which might ultimately push them toward his enemies.

No matter how powerful the high elves were, in the grand scheme of things, they were just another race among many in this world, incapable of resisting wars and sorrows that swept across countless civilizations. 

They could not afford to isolate themselves in arrogance.

And now, he had taken the first step.

"I didn't expect that even now, I'd still be influenced by the obsessions of my past life," Alaric thought to himself with a bitter smile.

After all, wouldn't it be more practical to focus on studying and mastering magic to increase his strength rather than expending effort to change the destinies of people and races unrelated to him?

However, he ultimately believed that the purpose of wielding power was to ensure he lived without regrets.

If he avoided doing something just because it didn't benefit him or make him stronger, how would he be any different from a slave to power?

The subsequent negotiations no longer required his presence.

Once the basic agreement was reached, the details of Quel'Thalas joining the Alliance, including mutual rights and obligations, were left to the envoy from Lordaeron assigned to assist him.

Such tedious work was best handled by professionals.

As for himself, he accepted an invitation from Alleria to visit Farstrider Square, one of the military bases of Quel'Thalas and home to the Farstriders.

The Farstriders were an organization of high elven rangers under the leadership of the Ranger-General of Silvermoon City, tasked with defending Quel'Thalas' borders and beyond.

Although the position of Ranger-General was elected by all members of the Farstriders, it had remained within the Windrunner family since the group's founding thousands of years ago. 

The Windrunners were unparalleled among high elven rangers and widely supported within their ranks.

The current Ranger-General was Alleria's mother, Lireesa Windrunner. 

However, she wasn't in Silvermoon City at the moment; instead, she was in her family home at Windrunner Village. 

Alleria, the eldest daughter, and her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner, were Ranger-Lords of the Farstriders, second only to their mother in rank.

Although Alaric had persuaded Anasterian Sunstrider and the other lords at the Silvermoon Council to ensure Quel'Thalas joined the Alliance, Alleria had also been instrumental. 

At her insistence, Anasterian agreed to send additional Farstrider reinforcements to aid the humans beyond the small squad originally planned. 

However, he required Alleria to personally recruit these reinforcements within Quel'Thalas, meaning she had to convince enough individuals to join voluntarily.

This was the purpose of their current journey.

However, on the road from the streets of Silvermoon City to Farstrider Square, Alaric suddenly received a warning from Garona.

"Someone is approaching us at high speed," the half-orc assassin appeared silently at Alaric's side and whispered in his ear.

"They're faster than any human I've ever seen. I can't determine their intentions. Should I intercept them?"

Alaric was about to respond when Alleria interrupted from the other side.

"Though she's a half-orc, I must admit she's quite a reliable follower," Alleria remarked with a complicated tone, "But there's no need to intercept. The one coming is a friend of mine. I know her."

"Is that so?" Alaric nodded and told Garona, "No need to intercept; she's one of us."

"Understood." The half-orc assassin nodded and disappeared back into the crowd.

Suddenly, a melodious female voice echoed from the distance.

The sound grew louder quickly, signaling the speaker's rapid approach.

"Am I merely a 'friend,' sister?!" The voice, similar to Alleria's but more proud and cheerful, exclaimed. 

"Have I embarrassed you so much that you don't even want to acknowledge me in front of others?"

As Alaric turned, the newcomer was already behind him. Yet he hadn't heard any footsteps, a testament to her skill as a ranger.

Her appearance was strikingly familiar. She looked very much like Alleria, and Alaric immediately guessed that this was Sylvanas, a theory Alleria's next words confirmed.

"When have I ever thought my sister was an embarrassment, Miss Moonlight?" 

Alleria retorted, and Alaric noticed Sylvanas' face briefly flash with embarrassment when her sister mentioned the nickname.

"Stop calling me that humiliating nickname!" Sylvanas exclaimed. "Why do you always have to air out everything?"

"Miss Moonlight" was a nickname Alleria had given Sylvanas when they were younger to tease her for her pale blonde hair, a shade different from the golden hues of Alleria, their mother Lireesa, and their brother Lirath, which symbolized the sun. 

At the time, Sylvanas had misunderstood the nickname as a compliment, a mistake that still embarrassed her.

Incidentally, the youngest Windrunner sister, Vereesa, was nicknamed "Little Moonlight" because her hair was silver.

Ignoring her sister's protest, Alleria turned slightly, pretending to be indifferent. "It was just a joke. Why are you still holding onto it? Besides, Sandor here isn't an outsider."

"Not an outsider?" Sylvanas exaggeratedly exclaimed, scrutinizing Alaric from head to toe. "Does that mean, sister, you've finally made up your mind?"

"Made up my mind about what?" Alleria looked puzzled, but seeing the teasing and ambiguous expression on her sister's face, her own turned bright red.

"What nonsense are you spouting? It's nothing like that!"

"Hey, hey, sister, don't get so worked up," Sylvanas teased even more gleefully at Alleria's reaction. "Actually, I think you've got good taste. 

This guy is indeed a cut above those coarse humans. If you've chosen him as your future husband, I wouldn't object. 

But… have you considered the difference in lifespans? Humans don't usually live past a hundred years, you know."

Before Alleria could retort, Alaric interjected.

"First of all, miss ('Who are you calling miss?!')," he said, "please don't refer to me as 'this guy.' I have a name—Sandorr Maverick. Secondly, my lifespan exceeds a hundred years. In fact, through magic, I can live as long as any of you."

"So… you're not denying the 'future husband' part?" Sylvanas asked, giving Alleria an exaggeratedly knowing look.

"No, that hasn't even started yet," Alaric countered.

Alleria's face turned even redder.

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