Not only is it in Queen Azshara, but also in Suramar City far away in the Broken Isles, where the Grand Magistrix Elisande has also fallen into a coma. During her meditation, she glimpsed some dark powers, trying to find new sources of power to replace the Well of Eternity, just like the Sunwell of the high elves. A type of magical energy that can provide the normal mobility and vitality of the Nightborne.
However, if this energy completely runs out, it will result in a chain reaction, gradually causing them to lose control of their body and then their mind will become unstable as it starts to deteriorate, step by step until they will experience an extremely painful death.
At this point, Arthas was surrounded by a pair of night elves, who pointed their exquisite weapons at him. Because Arthas was somewhat out of place, surrounded by violet-skinned night elves, he was the only human there, making him quite the oddity. It was impossible not to draw attention.
"You are under arrest, invader!" The captain of the guards was a tall elf, bearing a name above his head: Velestra.
"I am an envoy of the Titans, how dare you puny insects show disrespect to me!" Arthas retorted fluently in elvish, displaying an air of arrogance, even when facing a level sixty captain of the guards. As a level twenty paladin, he still looked down on them, determined to carry himself with more pride to intimidate these night elves.
"Hmm, the Titans envoy?" Velestra halted his guards with a puzzled expression, gazing at Arthas. The opponent's aura was so weak; there was no trace of magical energy, making it hard to imagine this was the envoy of the Titans.
"Who is your current Grand Magistrix?" Arthas, completely unconcerned with his low strength, pulled out a piece of paper and written in the language from back on earth. By using his old world's language, he wouldn't worry about it being recognized by anyone here, and he could elevate his status due to its mysteriousness, writing as he wrote insults about them.
Indeed, Velestra was startled upon hearing an unfamiliar language along with the novel script. This wasn't from those harpies, nor from the gnolls or worgen. Such a display of wisdom could not belong to those foolish creatures.
"It's Elisande. Can you prove your identity?"
"Stop wasting time, take me to see her." Arthas waved his hand, pocketing the paper and pen, acting arrogantly, as if he were far too important for a mere guard.
Surrounding night elf civilians were pointing and whispering at Arthas; after all, the human appearance was vastly different from theirs. The night elves had long, pointed ears, and even their eyebrows extended, creating an exotic aesthetic. From their perspective, human appearance had no appeal, and they thought they odd and lumpy.
Inside a magical palace, purple sheer fabrics hung from the ceiling, and the walls were adorned with intricate magical patterns. These patterns absorbed the ambient energy, maintaining an appropriate temperature inside the room, equivalent to air conditioning. Several magical brooms automatically swept away the dirt on the path, showcasing complete automation. Using magic in place of technology, magic during this period had reached near its pinnacle; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to build a portal to summon Sargeras across countless light-years.
Elisande woke up, holding her head; at nearly two and a half meters tall, she wasn't unusual among night elves. The ancestors of the night elves were the dark trolls, transformed into their current form after a long existence bathed in the energy of the Well of Eternity.
Consequently, they are generally very tall with exceptionally long lifespans. Unless one faces unexpected death, nearly no night elf dies of old age. It is said that their endurance during the night is also remarkable.
Dressed in a cool mage robe, the hem draping down to her thighs before transforming into sheer straps, it concealed her long legs in a hazy manner, occasionally revealing glimpses of her thighs, enough to send adrenaline skyrocketing. The result was immediate arousal, enough to be painfully hard.
Elisande glanced around, finding the environment unchanged since before the cataclysm. A voice suggested to her that it could grant her power, a new source to replace the Well of Eternity. If all this were true, her people would no longer have to worry about energy depletion and could continue living stable lives.
Just then, a tall maid entered, respectfully nodding to Elisande. "My lady, the patrol guards have found a strange creature claiming to be a messenger of the Titans; he wishes to see you. Captain Velestra was unable to determine his identity and seeks to know if you would be willing to meet with him."
"Let him bring the person here." Elisande frowned. She knew this was a dream, one she had visited many times. Yet she had never been able to find a single trace of evidence; even prophecies seemed to have failed. She was unclear about the constant probing of this dream, collecting intelligence to continue guiding and brainwashing.
Soon, a group of elven guards escorted a peculiar creature into the magical palace. Many mages poked their heads out, curiously observing the so-called new 'creature.' They were filled with a strong desire for knowledge and didn't find it surprising to experiment with living beings.
Arthas actually intended to go to the Moon Temple, which reveres nature, the Moon Goddess Elune being the belief of all night elves. Finding the green dragon queen Ysera through the Moon Temple shouldn't be difficult, but he had no solution for resolving the dream. It was impossible to know what time it was, whether it was during the War of the Ancients or even earlier than that.
The night elves were still present, and magic was everywhere, making it evident this wasn't after the War of the Ancients at Mount Hyjal. After that, the night elves completely rejected magic and turned to the path of druidism, shifting from eating meat to a vegetarian diet. Thus, it was certainly before the War of the Ancients. As for exactly when, Arthas found it hard to judge.
"Oh, a human?" Elisande was surprised for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. She was the sovereign of Suramar City, located in the Broken Isles. Despite the strict prohibition on entry and exit, she was not included in that category. After ten thousand years, she had witnessed and understood much.
Therefore, she recognized Arthas's human identity, but as for who Arthas was, she did not know. Recently, she had been in seclusion and had no interest or time to learn about human affairs.