Things have turned, and this time it was Tortheldrin's turn to be suppressed by Sharlayan's strange power.
The dragon's claws stepping on the two swords suddenly exerted force, and Torsedrin was thrown away with both his weapon and his body.
Torsedlin, whose middle door was wide open, struggled to adjust his posture while flying backwards, but Sarlayan, who followed closely, still used his sharp claws to leave a few scratches on the plate armor on his bear chest.
A deep claw mark.
When the dragon's claw hit the armor, several rays of light of different colors flashed across the surface of Tortheldrin's armor, greatly reducing the power of Sarlayan's attack.
"Tsk~ He is indeed a governor in charge of a city. He is really rich."
Tortheldrin is obviously wearing magic armor.
Preliminary estimates indicate that in addition to multiple defensive enchantments, this armor should also have a lightweight effect, otherwise Torsedrin would not be able to walk as fast as he could wearing it.
Being caught off guard, Torsedlin, who was in a bad mood, had a look of rage on his face after landing.
"How dare you, humble commoners, disobey me, the prince?!"
"die!"
After transforming into a dragon, Sarlayan's dynamic vision was enhanced, and this time he finally saw Torcedrin's movement trajectory clearly.
"Snapped!"
The folded hands just sandwiched the double-headed sword thrust by Tortheldrin. Sarlayan tried hard but failed to remove this magic sword.
"drink!"
Before Tortheldrin could strike out another double-headed sword, Sarlayan took the initiative to let go of his hands and get closer, slamming his forehead half-covered with scale armor into Tortheldrin's unarmored head.
"Boom!"
This unexpected headbutt completely disrupted Tortheldrin's posture. Taking advantage of his head tilting back, Sarlayan stretched out his claws to grab the left foot that was raised unconsciously when the opponent was tilting back.
"Boom boom boom!"
The extremely powerful Sarlayan general Torcedrin picked him up like a broken doll and beat him left and right on the ground.
Although protected by magic armor, Sarlayan's attack failed to cause any substantial damage, but it was extremely insulting.
[Um...why does this scene look familiar?]
【Hey, this is a famous scene!】
【Hulk: Bah, what a weak god.】
Sarlayan didn't have time to watch the barrage at the moment, and he was a little anxious because he couldn't break through Tortheldrin's defense.
Neither the dragon-human transformation nor the deity descending to earth can last forever. Once the blessing state ends, the huge strength gap between him and Tortheldrin will be exposed again.
"cough!"
Torsedrin, who was knocked unconscious from the fall, finally came to his senses and slashed Sarlayan's forearm with his sword, breaking through the dragon scale's defense and drawing a trace of blood.
"Tsk!"
Sharlayan, who was in pain, stopped his hand and retreated. Tortheldrin took the opportunity to adjust his posture and rushed towards Sharlayan again with a crazy look on his face.
"That's it!"
Clear and sharp shouts came from the air, and the large rain of arrows shot down forced Torsedlin, who was charging forward, to change his direction and evade in embarrassment.
He could feel the power contained in these arrows, which even his magic armor could not withstand.
"Young high elf, you have completed your mission very well."
A strong figure fell from the sky and stood right in front of Sarlayan.
"Leave it to me next, you take care of your injuries first."
"Buzz!"
Popping out the moon wheel in her hand, the female warrior who fell from the sky fought with the shocked Torsedlin.
"Huh~"
Seeing that Shandis arrived in time, Sharlayan breathed a sigh of relief and began to use recovery spells to treat the bloody wounds on his body.
I don't know what the quality of Tortheldrin's weapons is, and the dragon scales can only reduce the damage received to a certain extent.
Fortunately, Sarlayan's own recovery ability is very strong, and with the assistance of healing spells, those wounds that were not serious were quickly scabbed and stopped bleeding.
In such a short period of time, the enemy that Sarlayan could not deal with despite all his efforts was already unable to fight back under Shandis's strong attack.
【emmmm...Is this how different the world is? 】
[Shandis is too strong! Sure enough, Xiao Sha still has a long way to go. 】
[Salayan is still very young, how can he compare with these ten thousand year old monsters? His progress is already fast enough. 】
The triangular moon wheel exuding moon-white light easily tore the magic armor on Torsedrin's body, which was obviously of extraordinary quality.
However, the gap between the two does not come from the quality of the equipment, but rather from pure strength.
Before leaving Feathermoon Fortress, Sharlayan secretly observed Shandris using Eagle Eye.
Shandris's main combat occupation is Sentinel, which reaches an astonishing level of 58. Her secondary occupation is the special occupation Moon God Priest, which also has a high level of 53.
The moon-white light attached to Shandris' weapon should be the result of her sub-class.
The quality of the equipment was extraordinary, coupled with the crushing strength, Torsedlin, who was dressed in krypton gold equipment, only lasted a few minutes before his head filled with horror flew into the sky.
'Is progress fast enough...?'
Looking at the warrior level that had just been upgraded to 34, Sarlayan sighed silently.
Witnessing this battle with his own eyes, he once again realized that there was still a huge gap between himself and the real masters.
But this did not make him feel depressed, but instead further stimulated Sarlayan's fighting spirit.
After a period of adaptation, as long as the draconic transformation is maintained for a certain period of time, Sarlayan will no longer suffer backlash.
If he could perfectly master the dragon transformation, he believed that sooner or later, he would be able to compete with many strong men in Azeroth.
But now, he still needs more time to continue to grow.
"Pooh!"
Shandris, who was jealous of evil, looked at the dismembered Torcedrin with disgust: "The scum who attacks his own people will die without mercy!"
"Salayan!"
At the end of the battle, Valeera arrived just in time and nervously inspected Sarlayan.
"How's your injury? Didn't you hurt your internal organs?"
"Huh?"
Shandris' half-smiling eyes made Sharlayan a little confused, and he hurriedly held down Valeera's groping little hand.
"Okay, it's not like you don't know my recovery ability. It's just a little skin injury, it's nothing."
With a smile in her eyes, Shandis waved to the two of them and said, "I'm going to clean up the mess first. Thank you for your hard work. Take a good rest."
…
After the Sentinels joined the battle, the turmoil within Syndra was quickly quelled.
Including Tortheldrin himself, all the die-hard Syndra were wiped out by the sentries and imprisoned for thousands of years. The weak Immortar was also killed by Shandris himself.
But this was a relief for Immortal.
Demons cannot be completely killed outside the Twisting Nether; their souls will return to their home base upon death to await resurrection.
However, after being imprisoned and tortured for ten thousand years, I wonder if Immortar will cast a shadow on Azeroth.
After the chaos subsided, the sentinel troops and the moderate Sindra led by Talvel were on separate sides of the central square, and they stood in a wary confrontation with each other.
When Sharlayan and Valeela arrived at the scene, Shandris opened her eyes and announced her decision.
"The order received by the Sentinel Force is to monitor Elre'Thalas and eliminate the hidden dangers caused by Torcedrin's madness."
"Now that Tortheldrin has been killed, we will not kill the highborne elves who still have good intentions."
Shandris looked around: "Elre'Thalas has been ruined to this point, and Immortar has been killed by me. You need to think carefully about how to solve the upper elf's inescapable demon addiction."
Talvir frowned and asked tentatively: "If we want to join the night elves, Moonwell..."
"impossible."
An inexplicable look flashed in Shandris's eyes, and she said firmly: "High Priest Tyrande Whisperwind will not agree."
She personally didn't mind Syndra joining the night elves, but it wasn't her decision.
"Hey~"
Talwell, Ledros and others looked at each other and were not too surprised by this result.
"As you said, Elre'Thalas is no longer habitable."
"We are willing to hand over the use of this ancient city to the night elves. We only hope that General Shandis will allow us to take away the ancient tomes that Syndra has preserved to this day."
Shandris did not embarrass them, and nodded cheerfully and said: "Okay, we only need some of these books that are suitable for night elves, and you can take the rest with you."
"But..., forgive me for asking, have you decided where you want to go?"
Talwell nodded with a heavy expression: "We are leaving home anyway, so it is better to go farther."
"We plan to accept Sarlayan's invitation and cross the Endless Sea to the high elves' country on the other side, Quel'Thalas."