Sarlayan: "What is the situation in the desert of Kalimdor? Can anyone tell me more about it?"
The barrage also noticed Sarlayan's serious attitude and began to describe the situation in the desert-related areas in southern Kalimdor.
[There are three deserts in southern Kalimdor, namely Tanaris, Silithus and Uldum. 】
[Among them, Uldum has been in a state of seclusion and has almost no contact with the outside world. This can be excluded for the time being. 】
[Tanaris is the hometown of the Sandfury Trolls, and Zul'Farrak, the capital of the Sandfury Trolls, is located in this area. 】
[The Sand Fury Trolls were once a branch of the Jungle Trolls. Due to an earth-shattering incident, the original Tanaris rainforest turned into the desert it is today. 】
[In order to adapt to the new environment, the jungle trolls living in the local area gradually evolved into the current Sand Fury Trolls. 】
[In addition to the Sandfury Trolls, the Tanaris Desert also hides a group of bosses - the dragon guardians and bronze dragons who have settled in the Cave of Time since ancient times. ]
Under Valeela's concerned eyes, Sarlayan touched his chin thoughtfully.
"The Bronze Dragon... As a family member of the Dragon Clan, Dad shouldn't easily conflict with the Bronze Dragon, right?"
[We think so too, excluding Tanaris, there is only one possibility left.]
[Silithus, the main battlefield of the Quicksand War, the sphere of influence of the Qiraji.]
[C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon among the Ancient Gods, is sealed in the underground of Ahn'Qiraj in the south of Silithus, behind the Wall of Quicksand. 】
[Now that we know that your parents have been pursuing information related to the Old Gods, based on Julian’s movement trajectory, it is speculated that he should have pursued Cho’gall to Silithus, where he met C’Thun’s servants—
—The Qiraji clashed.]
[But after guessing this, problems also arise. 】
[The worms and C’Thun of the Qiraji Empire are still sealed in the Wall of Quicksand. How did Cho’gall and Julian come into contact with the qiraji? 】
[This issue is not explained clearly in the chronicle. Cho'gall somehow bypassed the wall of quicksand and hooked up with C'Thun. 】
[In fact, it can be explained by forceful explanation. The Wall of Quicksand is specifically aimed at the ancient gods and insect people, and has no binding force on other foreign races... Although I think this explanation is quite nonsense. 】
Sarlayan ignored the debate about the setting of Wall of Quicksand after the barrage. He had already gotten the answer he wanted.
"Silithus...it seems that after rescuing and settling my mother's soul, I need to go to Kalimdor as soon as possible, at least to tell my father the good news."
Valeela looked at Sarlayan who had come up with the answer without permission with a question mark: "Silithus? Are you sure Julian is there?"
"uncertain."
Saryan said ambiguously: "It's just a speculative conclusion drawn by the elimination method."
"There are not many deserts in Kalimdor. Since there is no danger in Uldum and Tanaris, the only answer is Silithus, where the Battle of Quicksand took place."
Sarlayan has liked reading history books related to wars since he was a child, so it is not surprising that he knows about the Battle of Quicksand.
Valeela nodded thoughtfully: "The Battle of Quicksand... I remember it seemed to be a war between the night elves and the Insect Empire, right?"
"The night elves who rushed to join the fight were beaten badly. It was only with the help of the dragon clan that the situation of the battle was turned around."
Sarlayan nodded noncommittally: "It just so happens that I am very curious about those distant relatives who have been verbally criticized by the high elves. Maybe this trip to Kalimdor can make some contact with them."
Valeela spread her hands helplessly: "Okay, I will accompany you. Anyway, the task given to me by the Sun King is to protect you."
"However, it is better to focus on rescuing your mother now. Are you sure you will not be eroded by the death power of the Blighted Realm?"
Sarlayan shook his head: "Not yet. The power of death is not easy to control. I still need some time."
It can be seen from the poorly controlled kobold soul before that Sarlayan's necromancy proficiency still needs to be polished.
Fortunately, there is still more than a month left before the time limit given by Olfa, and Saryan is confident that he can meet Olfa's standards before the test begins.
…
In the Burning Plains, the decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde has entered a fever pitch.
The disadvantage of the tribe is very obvious, both in terms of military strength and morale.
After fighting with the tribe for several years, the alliance's soldiers finally saw the dawn of victory, and with high morale, they defeated the weak orcs.
All orcs who have drank the blood of demons will have a significant decline in strength without exception. Even the Saurfang brothers, who have always been brave enough to move forward, feel that they are unable to do what they want.
The fatigue from the depths of their souls made them want to fall asleep, and they could only rely on their firm will to wave the two-handed battle ax in their hands.
The weapon that was once a decent weight now feels extremely heavy in the hand.
Even the strong-willed senior generals looked like this, and the other orc soldiers were even more abandoned. Not long after the war started, they were killed by the alliance and abandoned their armor. The defeat was clear.
Nowadays, only a few orcs in the entire tribe, led by Orgrim, can still maintain normal combat effectiveness.
These people have one common characteristic, they have never drank the stinky green blood of Mannoroth, and they have been spurned as cowards by their green-skin compatriots who actively pursue power.
However, these orcs who stick to their own beliefs are too rare in a tribe with a large number of people to affect the overall situation.
The situation on the battlefield is now very clear, and the Alliance's advantage over the Horde is growing like a snowball.
Lothar, who was in charge of the central army, did not need to personally take the field. He commanded and dispatched the alliance army assembled from the major human kingdoms.
"Roar!"
While Alliance Grand Marshal Lothar and his adjutant Turayan were discussing the battle situation, a loud war cry suddenly came from the center of the battlefield.
A small group of elite orcs, led by a mature orc holding a warhammer, walked in the opposite direction. As a sharp arrow, they took the lead and broke into the alliance's well-defended position.
"Anduin Lothar!"
The leading orc, in his prime, shouted some lame human lingua franca to the alliance troops.
"I, Orgrim Doomhammer, the warchief of the Horde, challenge you to a glorious duel on Macgora! The winner will live, and the loser will die!"
The people who know you best are often your worst enemies.
In order to defeat the orcs, Turayan collected a lot of information about the customs of the orcs, and learned about the dueling method of Makgora from some orc captives.
Makgora is a traditional one-on-one duel among the orcs. No one else is allowed to intervene until death.
The rules of the duel are decided upon by both parties involved in the battle. If not mentioned specifically, it means that the default rules are adopted. Those who violate the rules will be despised by all orcs.
Although Lothar is also a powerful legendary warrior, he is old and does not have an advantage in fighting Orgrim who is in his prime.
Turayan saw through Orgrim's plan at a glance. He wanted to boost the morale of the tribe by killing the alliance's military leader. Taking advantage of the alliance's loss of leader and chaos, the tribe might be able to find a chance to make a comeback.
But now that the alliance has the absolute upper hand, Turayan believes that Lothar does not need to accept Orgrim's desperate challenge, as long as he continues to maintain the battlefield situation and push it forward.
Just when Turalyon was about to reject Orgrim's provocation on behalf of Lothar, who was also his teacher and friend, the already gray-haired Lothar stopped him.
"marshal?!"
Turayan turned around in surprise and asked Lothar with a calm expression in disbelief: "You don't want to agree to his unreasonable request, do you? We don't have to at all..."
"Turalyon, I know."
A faint smile appeared on Lothar's face: "This is my choice. An old warrior should not die in a hospital bed. Death on the battlefield is the most suitable destination for me."
"But……"
Turayan still couldn't understand why Lothar would accept this duel with unequal conditions when he had all the advantages.
Lothar didn't explain much. He smiled and patted Turayan on the shoulder: "I'm not asking for death. I accept this duel with a certain degree of confidence."
"But if I am unfortunately defeated and die...Turalyon, the Alliance will be left to you."
Before the astonished Turayan could react, the smile on Lothar's face quickly faded, and in an old but still energetic voice, he shouted to the subordinates beside him: "Bring me my sword and shield!"