Chapter 1336 Playing with fire? Be careful to burn yourself
While Zul was still worrying about the development of the war in Northrend, Sharlayan and Valeera had quietly sneaked into the capital of the frost trolls, Gu'dak.
Gur'Drak is a majestic city with a deep troll architectural style. Due to the extremely cold climate in the Zul'Drak region, the city core of Gur'Drak is located underground in a relatively warm environment.
With Sarlayan and Valeela's current strength, and their understanding of various skills beyond the mortal level, they can swagger straight into the Yellow Dragon as long as they activate stealth.
Compared with the fierce fighting on the front line of Drak'saron Fortress, Gurdak, the capital of the frost trolls, is relatively stable.
Although it was inevitable that a large number of Xunmenglong convoys responsible for transporting logistics supplies would arrive, at least there was no obvious panic atmosphere in the city.
Since most of the senior officials were sent to the front lines by the Frost King Malak to participate in the battle, the closer they walked to the core of the palace, the more deserted Sarlayan and Valeela felt.
Sharlayan and Valeera, who have fought forest trolls for a long time, both understand troll language.
The language of the frost trolls is generally not very different from that of the forest trolls, except for slight differences in certain spoken dialects, such as Thalassian and the Kalimdor language used by the night elves.
Shi Shiran sneaked all the way, and the two of them didn't encounter any obstacles.
Perhaps because he did not expect that the enemy could penetrate deep into his own core area, Malak was a little overconfident in Gudak's defensive strength.
On the way deep into the core area, the two discovered many forbidden totems with anti-invisibility capabilities, but these were of little use to Valeera, who had mastered the ability to travel through space.
With Valeela's current ability, long-distance space teleportation is still beyond her capabilities, but space movement within the range of her sight is effortless. She can easily take Sharlayan through the effective space centered on the forbidden totem.
Anti-hidden range.
According to the information they picked up while walking along the way, they arrived at just the right time.
As the battle on the frontline gradually heats up, Malak, the king of the frost trolls, will personally rush to the frontline to supervise the battle in the near future. When necessary, he will even pick up his battle ax and rush into the battlefield to kill the enemy with his own hands.
From the perspective of barrage, this situation of the king charging on the front line is rather ridiculous, but in Azeroth, this is a normal thing.
This is one of the reasons why the death rate of kings in Azeroth remains high.
Malak is currently in his throne room directing the palace guards to pack up. The day after tomorrow, he will leave Gudak to lead the expedition in person to boost the morale of the frontline troops and strive to use this short-term high morale to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
There is a saying in Danmu that goes well: once it is full of energy, it will weaken again and again, and finally it will be exhausted.
Morale, a relatively metaphysical thing, is not constant.
Malak personally rushing to the front line can indeed give the Frost Trolls a boost in a short period of time, but if the attack continues for a long time, the high morale will drop again.
Even though I don't want to see that happen from the bottom of my heart, if it really still can't be captured... Malak will start to consider a ceasefire and retreat while the situation is not too bad.
So far in the war, the Frost Trolls have not suffered any serious losses. Instead, the land around Drak'saron Fortress has been riddled with holes.
These lands now belong to the high elves, and they can't get them back for the time being anyway. I don't feel bad about selling the land. If it is destroyed, the high elves will spend resources to rebuild it. There is no loss in Dhaka.
The Zandalari ambassador was standing in front of Malak at this time, and he was also encouraging Malak to fight to determine the outcome.
However, unlike Malak, who had made both preparations, the Zandalari hoped that Dakkar would cause considerable losses to the high elves while making huge sacrifices.
The emissary's eloquent appeal was that Malak must never bow to the high elves again, as this would damage the face and prestige of all trolls.
"Frost King, I admire your courage."
A strange voice suddenly appeared next to Malak. The slightly strange accent made Malak feel chilled, and he subconsciously reached out to the weapon rack next to the throne.
"Wow~ don't move, it will be bad if I hurt you."
The sharp blade was placed on Malak's neck, forcing him to stop.
At the same time, the Zandalari ambassador who had been talking nonsense before also froze in place, and the touch of the tip of the knife from his vest made him dare not move at all.
"Introduce yourself."
Stepping out of the shadow curtain raised by Valeera, Sarlayan said with a formulaic polite smile to Malak, whose eyes kept rolling: "I am the Grand Duke of Quel'Thalas, Thalayan Deep Shadow, over there.
This is my confidante Valela Sangunar.”
"Frost King Malak, it's a pleasure to see you in person."
"Salayan Deep Shadow..." Malak shrank in surprise: "So, you are the instigator who instigated the high elves to take away the Draxalon Fortress from our hands!"
"Ha~" Sarlayan chuckled nonchalantly and said, "It turns out that you have heard of my name. I am very honored."
"We don't have much time, so let's get down to business."
Sarlayan raised the blade slightly, forcing Malak to turn his gaze to the Zandalari emissary who was pretending to be calm.
"Last time it was Zandalari who was behind the instigation, and this time it's the same. Why don't you remember it? Is it so fun to be cannon fodder in the hands of others?"
The Zandalari envoy's expression changed, and he hurriedly explained: "Great Chief, don't listen to this person's instigation, we...well!"
The coercion that enveloped the palace choked the Zandalari envoy's unfinished words in his throat. The palace guards who came with weapons raised seemed to be under great pressure, and without exception they knelt on the ground sweating profusely.
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Sarlayan, whose eyes turned into dragon boys, said coldly to the horrified Zandalar envoy: "Did I give you permission to speak? Shut up."
‘Longwei?’
Malak's eyes flashed with thought, and he remembered a secret information he heard from the Zandalar envoy not long ago.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Grand Duke Shenying, as a dignified demigod, it would be unworthy of your status to personally be responsible for this kind of sneak assassination work, right?"
"Oh?" Sarlayan looked at Malak with interest, who was still able to talk despite being controlled by others: "To be honest, I didn't actually plan to participate in this war at the beginning."
"I even gave instructions to Stella...that is, the blue dragon you know. As long as Tokali doesn't take action personally, there is no need for her to stand up and reveal her identity. Mortal matters will be resolved by mortals."
"But...since you used the demigod Loa unruly first, don't blame us for treating him in the same way."
"What?" Sarlayan asked sarcastically: "As long as you are allowed to break the rules, all we can do is knock out your teeth and swallow your blood? That doesn't make sense."
Malak actually knew that his own side had violated the rules first, but it was the practice of the trolls to use loa to assist in the battle. The Zandalari had been running rampant for many years, and no mortal race could punish them.
Just like Zul, Malak did not expect that the high elves could produce equal... or even more demigods. This subordinate shot himself in the foot.
Malak sighed helplessly: "You...or, what do you want?"
"Even if you kill me here, Dhaka will never give in! My people will fight to the last man to avenge me!"
Sarlayan shrugged indifferently: "Maybe, but...do we really need to fight to the death?"
Sharlayan flicked his free left index finger to the Zandalari envoy not far away: "You don't know Zandalari's true intentions, do you? You think they are sponsoring Dhaka to attack Quel'Thala out of good intentions. Will Si launch an attack?"
"King of Frost, there is no free lunch in this world. You should know this truth better than me."
"Zandalari twice encouraged you to attack Quel'Thalas with a loss of troops. What was the final result?"
"Valeera and I have completed the important tasks in our hands and returned to the battlefield of Zul'Drak. Now, do you really think that you can turn the situation around by going on a personal expedition to boost morale?"
"If your answer is 'yes', then...it is necessary for me to replace the Dhaka trolls with a more rational leader."
Feeling the increasing force of the sword on his neck, Malak pretended to be calm and asked: "So, you want to force me to negotiate?"
"Hmm~"
Sarlayan felt a slight pressure on his hand: "The war has come to this point, and no one has taken advantage."
"In my opinion, it is better to stop now while the losses on both sides are not huge, so as not to create an unending hatred. Then don't blame us for being ruthless."
"Besides..."
Sarlayan looked at the sweating Zandalari envoy with a pointed look: "We are fighting life and death here, but Zandalari are the troublemakers hiding behind and enjoying the benefits. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world? thing."
"Messenger over there, I'm too lazy to ask your name. Ask Zul a question for me."
Sarlayan smiled meaningfully: "I gave him the gift from the Wharton Desert. I wonder if he is still satisfied with it."
"If Zandalar still doesn't know how to restrain itself...next time I won't just ask gently."
"Oh, by the way, His Majesty Daelin of Kul Tiras also asked me to say hello to the God King Rastakhan. I hope he can recover soon. Don't let incompetent and short-sighted villains continue to wield power. Be careful in the backyard.