In the usual perception of time for immortal species like the high elves, just a few years are nothing at all. They attend banquets every day and pass by quickly.
But for people like Saryan who strive to live every day well, 365 days in a year feels like a long time.
Not to mention that Sarlayan and Alleria have been separated for nearly 9 years, and these 9 years happened to be a period of rapid growth for Sarlayan.
Alleria's impression of Sarlayan subconsciously remained that of the Tiehanhan who only knew how to be reckless. She was still a little uncomfortable with his huge growth, and always felt that there was an inexplicable strangeness.
But this is just Alleria's feeling.
To Sharlayan, Alleria was still the same Alleria.
Nine years have not left many traces of hardship on her body, but after many experiences in Draenor, her character has become slightly calmer.
Just as Sarlayan has always respected Alleria as his biological sister, Alleria also loves this unrelated brother very much.
Because of this inexplicable strangeness, Alleria felt a little anxious. She was eager to get to know Sarlayan again, who had grown significantly, and to close the relationship with her brother again.
The Farstriders led by Alleria are not regular troops and are relatively less constrained by Quel'Thalas officials.
With a roll of her eyes, Alleria waved her hand to call over Halduron Brightwing, the adjutant who was arranging the Farstrider team.
Halduron and Alleria were of the same generation. He witnessed Alleria's most aggressive growth period and never dared to stab her in front of her.
After seeing Alleria's actions, Halduron, who had always been careless in the past, immediately ran over in a hurry.
"Chief, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"
"Um."
A familiar smile appeared on Alleria's face that made Halduron's vest shiver: "Haduron, I have something important to do and I have to leave the camp. I will leave the Farstrider to you for the time being."
"Ah this..."
Halduron reflexively wanted to say a few words of persuasion, but when he noticed the meaningful look in Alleria's eyes, his skin suddenly tightened, and he swallowed the words that had already reached his lips.
"No problem! Please feel free to leave it to me!"
…
"Ha~"
Onyxia, who came to Kalimdor with Sharlayan, yawned lazily. There is no chance for her to appear here for the time being.
After witnessing the entire interaction between Alleria and Halduron, Onyxia poked Stellagosa with her finger in a funny way, who was busy doing paperwork next to her.
Stellagosa frowned and looked at the black dragon princess with a smirk on her face: "What are you doing? I still have things to do."
"Here~"
Onyxia raised her hand and pointed at Alleria, who was quietly leaving the temporary camp: "Kalimdor is not safe at all now, don't we need to call her back?"
"Um……"
Stellagosa looked at Alleria's leaving figure and pondered for a moment: "Forget it, Alleria is not a little kid like Tina who doesn't know what's important. She has her own sense of proportion."
"Compared to this..."
Stellagosa raised her eyebrows and glared at Onyxia, who had both hands empty: "You have time to pay attention to others, how about you come and help me with some work?"
Onyxia shrugged and finally stood up lazily: "Well, who told you not to bring Tina over to help, I will reluctantly help you."
Stellagosa didn't explain anything, just shook her head silently.
'Faced with such a dangerous battle situation where even demigods may fall, how can I safely bring Tina here? Let her stay in the territory and continue to familiarize herself with official duties with Aunt Inas.'
…
Sarlayan has no idea about the series of incidents that happened in the camp after he left.
At this moment, he had just arrived in Andarius, the capital of the Dark Night Republic, located on the top of Hyjal, to discuss the follow-up defense work with Malfurion, the Speaker of the Dark Night Parliament.
At the same time, Valeera and other high elf scouts have spread out efficiently in the Winterspring Valley and Felwood areas, and a small group of field observers are heading straight to the front line of Ashenvale.
If the idea provided by Sarlayan is correct, in order to create a more favorable home field advantage for the Burning Legion, Archimonde should send the Dread Lord, who is good at infiltration and infiltration, to sneak to the rear of the battlefield to cause damage.
Tichondrius was sent to Northrend by Archimonde to deal with the Lich King. Following Archimonde was Aneseron, the second-in-command of the Nasrezim clan.
"really……"
After arriving in Felwood, Valeera quickly detected the strange flow of evil energy through the magic items given to her by Stellagosa.
Going upstream in the direction of the fel energy, Valeera, acting alone, found the Dreadlord Commander Anersalon guarding a certain fel artifact in the center of Felwood.
After carefully observing the unique appearance of the artifact that was spreading corrosive power throughout the forest, Valeera closed her eyes slightly to hide the murderous intent in her eyes.
'The Skull of Gul'dan... Shalayan really got it right.'
The forest is undoubtedly the home of the night elves.
Night elves, as their name suggests, can exert stronger combat effectiveness in dark environments.
Giant trees that cover the sky and the sun grow in the areas of Ashenvale and Felwood. The night elves can perfectly utilize their racial advantages such as night vision and shadow escape, causing a lot of trouble to the Burning Legion.
Valeera did not rush to take action, and calmly maintained a stealth state to monitor Anasseron's every move.
'Let's observe for a while and pass the news back to Sarlayan. I'm afraid I am no match for this Dread Lord.'
…
The Ashenvale front line on the other side.
With Illidan and Maiev personally rushing to the front and fighting hard, the battle situation on the front line has not made any breakthrough for the time being.
Of course, this is because Archimonde has not yet taken action personally. He is staying at the rear with great interest and looking forward to the development of the battle, as if he is watching a wonderful monkey show.
The Defiler confidently believed that as long as he personally took action, all the achievements of these pitiful mortals' efforts would collapse instantly. He was happy to see the look of despair in the eyes of these mortals when that scene happened.
Not to mention Archimonde's bad taste of wanting to see the enemy's emotional roller coaster.
At this time, Abyss Lord Azgalo and Doom Lord Kazroga, who were commanding the battle on the front line of the legion, were very angry at the stalemate in the battle.
In terms of individual combat effectiveness, the main force of the Burning Legion under Archimonde is undoubtedly superior to the night elf defenders.
However, when Azgallo and Kazroga planned to lead by example and charge to tear apart the enemy's defense line, Illidan and Maiev stepped forward in time to stop them.
The senior officers of the Burning Legion were unable to open up the battle, and the demon army, which clearly had the advantage in strength, fell into a quagmire under Jarod's exquisite command, and was unable to break through for a while.
Archimonde is not in a hurry, since he still has other backup options.
But Azgalo and Kazloga, who knew Archimonde's temper, had to be impatient. They did not want to accept the severe punishment of the Defiler after their failure.
"Damn mortal! Come out and face me!"
Maiev, who was hiding in the dark and observing, ignored Azgallo's raging anger and still calmly waited for the next opportunity to take action.
"Demon, don't think that the night elves have made no progress in the past ten thousand years. Your old-fashioned offensive can't easily break through our defenses!"
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