With Sarlayan's physical condition, he shouldn't have been so tired. His fatigue was more due to the huge psychological pressure.
It is no joke to make calculations against a boss like Archimonde who can control the universe. Once any link goes wrong, the entire Azeroth will suffer losses that are unacceptable to Sharlayan... and even everyone.
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In order to ensure that Archimonde died under the World Tree, Sharlayan went through many efforts to convince the demigods of the wilderness and the dragon tribe, using Nordrassil and the New Well of Eternity as bait, and sacrificing the immortality of the night elves.
The purpose is to truly keep Archimonde in Azeroth forever and completely eliminate a general of the Burning Legion.
Although the Aspect Dragon and the Wild Demigod were still skeptical of Sarlayan's subsequent predictions about Archimonde's fate, they all agreed with Sarlayan's plan to use the World Tree to kill Archimonde.
Relatively speaking, this is the plan that will cause the least damage to Azeroth.
As for the night elves who were injured because of this?
Even Yinsera and Cenarius, who had the best relationship with the night elves, acquiesced to the implementation of the plan.
After all, for the past 10,000 years, the night elves have been enjoying the war benefits after winning the ancient war with peace of mind. There is no reason in this world to just enjoy without paying.
Moreover, Sharlayan's plan is not to destroy the night elves, but to remove the immortality that should not belong to mortals, so that the night elves can return to the ranks of mortals.
Admittedly, all the elders can see that this plan is somewhat mixed with some of Sarlayan's selfish motives.
Strictly speaking, the Sunwell owned by the high elves can also be used to lure Archimonde.
Sharlayan used some tricks to make everyone, including the night elves, think that the Sunwell was seriously overdrawn due to the theft of a large amount of well water used to summon Archimonde.
As for whether the statement released by Quel'Thalas is true...only they know best.
Without compromising the overall situation, the elders chose to turn a blind eye to Sarlayan's selfishness.
It has been more than ten years since Sharlayan "debuted". During these ten years, he has used his actual actions to prove to all the guardians of Azeroth his firm stance in protecting the mother planet and his powerful layout and planning capabilities.
For such a small trick in order to protect the motherland, the big bosses who are focused on the overall situation will not use it to criticize him.
In order to make the plan as perfect as possible, you can imagine the psychological pressure that Sarlayan endured as he had to operate on multiple fronts at the same time.
Even so, under the full attention of his elders, he still fulfilled his responsibilities very well, and could even quickly adjust back when there were some changes in the plan.
"Salayan, I have something to do..."
"Shh~"
When Alleria opened the tent without anyone noticing and planned to discuss matters with Sarlayan, Valeera, who was standing by the door, suddenly teleported to her side to signal for silence, and silently pointed with her finger to Oni, who was leaning against her.
Sarlayan was snoring slightly in Keshia's arms.
The Black Dragon Princess, who had always shown a cynical demeanor in the past, showed a gentle expression that outsiders had never seen before, and she allowed Sarlayan to lie motionless in her broad and soft chest.
"Uh~"
Alleria lowered her voice knowingly: "It seems like... I came at the wrong time?"
Valeela smiled and shook her head, and also whispered in Alleria's ear: "Let's go out and talk. If your matter is urgent, I will come over and wake him up later."
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"Um……"
It was a rare sleep that allowed him to wake up naturally. After escaping from the comatose state and restarting his brain, Sarlayan's consciousness was still somewhat vague.
After opening his eyes, he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar zenith in a daze.
"……tent?"
"yes."
A familiar voice sounded above Sarlayan's head: "Good morning, how did you sleep this time?"
"Oni?"
Sarlayan rubbed his brows and sat up. When he turned around, he realized that Onyxia's movements were unchanged from before he fell asleep.
"How long have I been sleeping? I didn't hold you down, did I?"
Onyxia shook her head indifferently: "It's only a few hours. You underestimate the black dragon's physical fitness."
"Ha~"
Sarlayan shook his head and laughed: "Okay, my bad."
After a short period of rest, Sarlayan felt that his mind was much clearer and he was no longer as tired as before.
"Did anything important happen while I was asleep?"
"No, at least there is no major matter that must be handled by you personally."
Valeera, who had been waiting outside to intercept the visitors, opened the tent and walked in: "Sister Alleria is here. She wants to discuss with you whether the Farstriders can be responsible for guerrilla warfare like the sentinels under Shandris.
Battle to harass the Burning Legion."
"oh?"
Sarlayan raised his eyebrows and asked, "How did you answer?"
Valeera shrugged and said, "It's still to be determined. We said we'll give her an answer after you wake up."
"But I guess there is a high probability that you will agree to her suggestion. After all, the cooperation between a relatively unorganized civil organization like the Far Travelers and other professional legions is not very good."
Sarlayan smiled and nodded: "Sure enough, you still understand me, so just answer her like this. Is there anything else?"
"Yes." Valeera pointed to the tent door behind her: "Stellagosa also came here not long ago. Northrend has started to act according to your plan, and there is no more news yet.
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"Yeah……"
Sarlayan stood up and stretched his body, and said to the two people in the tent refreshed: "I've had enough rest. It's time to cheer up and continue working."
"Stella should keep an eye on the situation in Northrend and let me know if there are any major developments."
"Next, we have to focus on Archimonde."
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"Huh?"
Archimonde the Defiler, whom Sarlayan mentioned, was already standing at the entrance of Mount Hyjal, looking up at the towering giant tree on the top of the mountain.
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The breath is gone.”
Archimonde curled his lips with interest: "The new Well of Eternity? Humph! Ner'zhul, that loser himself, has no ability, but the information his little lich has is quite accurate. It would be a pity to leave it to Ner'zhul.
Already."
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"As your lord said."
Doom Lord Khazroga respectfully echoed: "According to the information Balnazzar sent from the Icecrown Glacier frontline not long ago, Tichondrius has persuaded Kel'Thuzad to betray the Lich King and help us invade Icecrown Fortress.
End Ner'zhul's rule over the Scourge."
"Perhaps, after this farce is over, we can consider giving him a position in the legion?"
"Ha~"
Archimonde sneered and waved his hand: "Since that little lich was personally recruited by Tichondrius, Kil'jaeden will definitely not let him fall into my hands."
"Now is not the time to fall out with Kil'jaeden. Let him go."
Looking at Nordrassil, the world tree that seemed to have infinite charm, Archimonde's eyes flashed with a strange look.
"When I absorb the huge energy of the new Well of Eternity, maybe I can... hum ~ Deceiver."
Regarding the intrigues between the elders, high-level demon officers like Azgaro and Kazloga did not dare to intervene at will.
However, their positions were all on the side of the Defiler. Although they didn't say anything, the two of them also expected the Defiler to make further progress and completely suppress the Deceiver line within the Burning Legion.
"Let's go!"
Archimonde, who was always confident, raised his hand and pointed to the orc camp at the foot of the mountain, which was already ready for battle: "My soldiers, break the position of the green-skin traitors for me! Victory is close at hand!"
"Implement the will of the Burning Legion and let the flames purify this miserable world!"