After the initial excavation of this relic, Brann learned something about its history. It once belonged to a Troll Empire tribe named the Splinterbone Tribe ten thousand years ago. At that time, they were defeated by the High Elven Kingdom and fled to this place, where they settled.

However, one day, a group of mysterious people descended from the sky and occupied the Holy Land of the Splinterbone Tribe. Naturally, the latter tried to drive out this group of invaders, but instead, they were countered and killed by the invaders. The survivors were taken as slaves by these invaders, who began modifying their Holy Land, although the invaders communicated in a language the trolls could not understand, one troll was smart enough to secretly learn a little bit of the invaders' language.

According to what this troll overheard, the group of invaders seemed to have stolen something and were being hunted down, and in order to avoid being relentlessly pursued, they decided to hide the item on this planet and shield its signal. This way, the pursuer could not find them, and they would leave first, planning to secretly return to take the item once the pursuer left.

The reason for choosing the trolls' Holy Land seemed to be because there was a certain energy here that could shield and interfere with the signal emitted by that item.

Of course, the trolls were unwilling to be enslaved like this, and they also devised their own plans...

This information was akin to manna from heaven for Brann, so he resolutely issued the command.

Keep digging!

Dwarves are naturally excellent diggers, the group dug for an entire day and finally opened up the collapsed corridor.

What appeared before them was a vast hollow.

Judging by the decorative style around, it was clearly a place belonging to the trolls, but the most striking was the object in the center of the hall—something that looked like a metal box, placed on an oddly shaped pedestal, floating steadily mid-air.

Around the hall, several skeletons could be seen, weathered due to the passage of time, leaving only some traces behind. Nevertheless, the sight made Brann's eyes shine.

"Oh, come take a look, this should be the trolls."

Walking to the corpse, Brann identified for a moment and quickly made his conclusion—the trolls were not difficult to recognize; their height and elephant-like tusks were the most noticeable features.

Most of the corpses here belonged to trolls, but some others appeared very odd; they were short-statured, similar in height to dwarves, with heads resembling rodents, and wore bizarre, indistinguishable worn-out clothing. Clearly, from appearance, these should be the "outsiders" mentioned in the trolls' records.

"Now it seems, the situation is quite clear."

As an experienced archaeologist, Brann took a quick tour around the hall and roughly reconstructed the scene from that time.

"The outsiders were carrying out a ceremony when suddenly, the trolls struck and launched an attack against them. The outsiders didn't react immediately, either because they were focused on the ceremony or didn't expect the trolls would dare to resist. Regardless, the trolls' ambush had an effect."

Speaking up to this point, Brann looked at the corpses before him and paused momentarily.

"But, the outsiders were too powerful. Many trolls died here, and perhaps sensing they couldn't completely defeat them, the trolls' shaman wizard triggered an explosion, completely burying the passageway and sealing them within.

"So is this why the outsider ultimately died alone in the corner?"

Another dwarf curiously looked at a lone corpse sitting cross-legged in the corner, unlike the other fallen skeletons, it seemed not to have been killed. Upon closer inspection, it indeed appeared that the outsider had won but was sealed in here with no escape, ultimately trapped to death.

Of course, this tragedy occurring ten thousand years ago holds no significance now; what matters is…

"So, that must be the Transcriber."

Staring at the metal block floating on the platform, Brann's eyes lit up, and he walked over eagerly. Though he didn't know what the Transcriber was, it must be something valuable if it led the outsiders to come all the way to Azeroth to hide!

As for what kind of good thing it is, taking it back for research will reveal the truth!

"Is this wise?"

Watching Brann reach out towards the strange metal block, another nearby dwarf voiced his opinion.

"Didn't they say once this thing is taken out, it'll draw the attention of some dreadful existence? Back then, the outsiders hid it and didn't even take it back to their world, should we really open it?"

"It's not too concerning, it's been ten thousand years after all, and even if something was concerned with this thing at the time, it's likely long silent by now."

While speaking, Brann rubbed his palms.

"No matter what, that's just a possibility, but the ancient relic in front of us is real! We cannot forsake our goal for some vague threat!"

Of course, Brann spoke righteously, but he acted with great care. As a long-time archaeologist excavating relics, Brann knew well the traps or alarms typical of these things. Hence, he quickly employed various methods for examination.

The results brought Brann some relief, perhaps because the ceremony wasn't concluded smoothly, there was only one alarm device here, its energy largely depleted with time. The fact that it's still floating was entirely due to the magic power collected by this device.

After confirming there was no danger, Brann didn't hesitate, reaching out and grabbing the metallic cube, taking it down.

"———————!"

However, just as Brann took down the metallic cube, a sudden burst of strong light erupted from its surface. The others quickly retreated to find cover in panic — fortunately, the strong light only flickered for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

"Whew......…"

At this time, Brann, holding the metallic cube, also let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at his companions.

"How about that? Didn't I tell you? Hahaha...… Come on, let's return to the camp immediately and research exactly what this thing is!"

As Brann enthusiastically returned to the archaeological camp with the transcriber, Duanmu Huai received a report from Lumiaire.

"An unknown signal detected in Azeroth?"

Upon hearing Lumiaire's report, Duanmu Huai furrowed his brows.

"Send someone immediately to investigate and find out what that signal is......…"

However, at this moment, Aikute urgently spoke up.

"Report, uncle, there is an abnormal biological reaction rapidly approaching this galaxy!"

"Abnormal biological reaction? Damn, could it be the Tyran Swarms!"

Hearing this report, Duanmu Huai was startled.

"All fleets immediately prepare for battle!

Just as Duanmu Huai's words fell, a giant monstrous beast suddenly emerged from the void, hissing and spiraling. It appeared almost as large as a Tribunal battleship, with a head and body reminiscent of a serpent, and on its sides were crystal-clear wings resembling those of an insect.

"Ethereal Dragon? How could this thing appear here?"

Seeing this beast, Duanmu Huai was taken aback.

In the starry game, the universe harbors countless powerful and terrifying creatures, generally referred to as Leviathan or Star God Beast.

Creatures at the Leviathan-class level in the game are effectively world bosses. Their characteristic is enormous size, fearsome firepower, and extremely strong attack capabilities.

Players have encountered several Leviathan creatures, including Ethereal Dragon, Star Devourer, Plane Nightmare, Ghost, Void Spawner, Spiritual Body Incubator, and more.

These Leviathan creatures are mighty enough to casually destroy an entire planet, but they are rare, appearing purely by chance. Duanmu Huai had seen them a few times in the game, but in reality — he had even less interest. He wouldn't go looking for trouble with these guys out of boredom. Besides, the Milky Way is so vast, who knows where these world bosses are actually located? According to Duanmu Huai, if you encounter them, take them down. If not… well, then you just don't encounter them, what else can you do?

But what Duanmu Huai didn't expect was that although he didn't go looking for trouble with them, they would actually come looking for him?

Meanwhile, a deep, loud, murderous voice, accompanied by the dragon's roar, reverberated in everyone's mind.

"Despicable thieves, you actually dared to steal my transcriber! I will devour all of you little troublemakers!"

"What on earth is this transcriber? Could it possibly be related to that strange signal earlier...…"

Duanmu Huai wasn't naive, Lumiaire had just reported an unknown signal response in Azeroth, and now this Ethereal Dragon had come charging in; it was impossible for him to believe that the two were unrelated.

But regardless, the enemy had come to their doorstep, could the Tribunal endure this?

Of course not!

"Plan unchanged; Lumiaire, send a team to the signal's location and see what's happening, as for here...… Aikute, attack! Activate the Void Shield and charge directly at it!"

As a world boss, the Ethereal Dragon wasn't easy to deal with, but that was from the perspective of players. At this moment, Duanmu Huai was the God of Destruction, with Levatial, who was specialized in chanting to buff the warships, under his command. The Tribunal's fleet strength was by no means inferior to the Ethereal Dragon.

Soon, both sides clashed head-on, needlepoint against needlepoint, engaging in battle!

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