Under the care of Remulos, Sharlayan gradually adapted to the new silver wolf form.
As the barrage said, the wolf form is more suitable for Sharlayan's fighting style.
After some testing, Sarlayan put aside the in-depth development of feline morphology and began to learn the hunting methods of wolves.
Remulos's analysis is very accurate, Sharlayan has not been able to fully release all the power blessed by Goldrinn.
It is roughly speculated that he should wait until he advances to the legendary warrior and further controls his anger before he can truly send and receive messages according to his heart.
Since he had been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, Sarlayan had long known that the conditions for a warrior to advance to become a legend happened to be complete control of anger.
While Sharlayan was busy improving his strength, Valeera became a little bored.
In order not to let herself be left too far by Sharlayan, Valeera made a request to Remulos, hoping to find a suitable temporary mentor to guide her progress.
Remulos has lived for tens of thousands of years. Although he mainly studies the way of druidry, he also has good knowledge of other combat professions and has many friends from various professions.
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While staying in Nightport for a week waiting for news about Elecos, Remulos found a temporary mentor for Valeera.
The Warden is a profession unique to the night elves. It was founded after the War of the Ancients and was commanded by the former Moon God Priest Maiev Shadowsong.
The Watcher is positioned as a senior jailer in the night elf society, and is mainly responsible for guarding captured dangerous prisoners. All members of the organization are women, and their fighting methods are very similar to those of thieves.
The Warden's headquarters is located in the Vault of the Warden in the Azsuna region, but their members are located in various areas within the Night Elf territory.
At the call of Remulos, Saira Moonguard, who was stationed in Felwood Forest, rushed over in confusion.
This watcher, whose whole body was covered in metal armor, could not see her face at all. It could only be judged by the curves of her body that she should be a young woman.
...Although the so-called young age of night elves is at least several hundred years old.
Valeela doesn't care about the identity or appearance of the temporary mentor, as long as he can guide her to make progress.
The barrage did give a brief introduction to the life of Serra Moon Guard.
Saira Moonguard is a senior member of the Watcher organization and one of Maiev Shadowsong's right-hand men.
The leader of the Watch, Maiev, is still guarding the sinner Illidan Stormrage in Ashenvale and will not leave easily. Remulos can only call the nearby Saira Moonguard and entrust her with short-term guidance for Valeera.
Most of the Wardens are people who hate evil. Under the influence of the night elves' social environment, arcane magic is evil. This concept has long been deeply ingrained.
Saira recognized Valeera and Sarlayan at a glance as descendants of the upper elf, and was reluctant when they first took over the guidance task.
However, after getting along with each other for a few days, Saira put aside her habitual dislike of the upper elves and began to look at Valeela objectively, who was working hard to make progress.
The night elves do hate arcane magic, but neither Sharlayan nor Valeera have any direct relationship with arcane magic. One of them is a warrior druid, and the other is a rogue warrior.
In fact, Sharlayan's combat class should be Warrior Thornspeaker.
Remulos could see that Sarlayan had the power of death in his body, but he was so open-minded that he did not take it to heart.
Life and death are inherently cyclical, and Remulos was also exposed to the Thornspeaker's concept of balance between life and death.
Although he himself does not fully agree with the teachings of the Thornspeakers, he also admits that their ideas have merit.
When Sarlayan's druid level reached the critical point of level 14, the somewhat disgraced Elecos finally came to Moonglade with a large pile of small metal fragments.
"unlucky!"
After landing, Alecos immediately transformed into a night elf form, and complained to Sharlayan who came to greet him with a depressed expression.
"That idiot Azoregus, in order to have direct contact with the soul healers in Azshara, he even let his soul leave his body. Damn it..."
Alecos, who has always been elegant, almost cursed on the spot.
The blue dragon is not the green dragon, and it cannot let the soul leave the body for a long time. As time goes by, the soul that leaves the body may not be able to return.
Fortunately, Ellegos arrived in time. If it had been a few years later, Ellegos might have killed him.
"Forget it, let's not talk about that idiot for now. Just talking about it makes me angry."
After rubbing his cheek, Alecgos handed the last fragment of the Quicksand Scepter to Sharlayan.
"All the fragments are in your hands. Go find Anachronos. He will help you recast the Quicksand Scepter."
"Remember."
Alecos gave a solemn warning: "Never ring the Beetle Gong, otherwise the seal of the Beetle Wall will be completely unlocked."
"You only need to hold the Quicksand Scepter to pass through the Beetle Wall. Don't be reluctant to fight after entering Ahn'Qiraj. Exit immediately after finding Julian."
Sarlayan nodded solemnly: "I know, but I promised Anachronos that I would try to find the three missing dragon crown princes in Ahn'Qiraj."
A complicated look flashed in Alecos's eyes: "Really...just do what you can, if their bodies cannot be found on the ground..."
"Promise me not to enter the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj rashly. The senior generals of the Qiraji are not something you can handle now."
Does Alecgos want to find the blue dragon prince Alecgos?
Of course I do.
Nowadays, the blue dragon clan is in decline, and Arygos, the most promising among the younger generation, disappeared in the Battle of Quicksand. Kalecgos can only be regarded as a star of hope.
Blue dragons who control arcane power are more rational than emotional most of the time.
In Alygos's view, Alygos has been trapped in the lair of the Old God for nearly a thousand years, and the chance of being alive is very slim. It is not worth letting Thalayan risk his life for an uncertain possibility.
"Whoosh!"
Alecos nodded to Remulos and Sera Moonguard who were standing aside, and casually drew a circle in mid-air. The direct portal to the Caverns of Time was easily formed.
"Let's go. In order to avoid attracting C'Thun's attention, this infiltration operation can only be carried out by 'little people' like you who don't pay attention."
"We will pay close attention to the progress of the situation from a distance. We must not be brave and must keep saving our own lives as our first goal."
"I see."
Sharlayan was a little unaccustomed to Alegos's overly enthusiastic attitude.
'Does this guy see something valuable in me?'
Sarlayan suddenly recalled a sentence that Remulos had mentioned inadvertently before.
"Your dragon bloodline is very pure. Compared to a hybrid dragon, you look more like a humanoid dragon."
'Humanoid dragon...'
Thalayan had some guesses in his mind: 'Is Elecos's attitude related to my unusually high purity of dragon blood?'
'How on earth did mother do it?'
Not only did Sharlayan want to know this question, Elecos was also eager to know the answer.
If we want to say who among the five colored dragons most hopes to spread their branches and descendants, it is undoubtedly the blue dragon who is on the verge of extinction.
If the reason for Sarlayan's high purity of blood can be understood, blue dragons can give birth to a large number of hybrid dragons through the union with mortals.
The fertility rate of dragons is indeed very low, but what if they are mixed with mortals who have a strong fertility rate?
It is about the continuation of the race, so there is no reason for Elecos not to care about it.
After bidding farewell to Remulos and Saira Moonguard, Sarlayan and Valeera crossed the portal together and returned to the sandy Tanaris Desert once again.
"Oh? I'm finally back."
Anachronos, the bronze dragon prince, is lying in front of the Cave of Time. Judging from the thickness of the yellow sand covering his body, it is very likely that he has not moved since Sarlayan and others last left.
"Brush!"
The huge Anachronos stood up and shook his body. Sand and dust suddenly flew everywhere. Sarlayan and Valeela hurriedly raised their hands to cover their mouths and noses.
"Put the pieces together and put them in front of me."
Anachronos, who had looked decadent before, now looked extremely serious.
Sarlayan and Valeera patiently put the pieces together, large and small, in order and placed them in front of Anachronos.
"You guys take a few steps back."
Anachronos took a deep breath, and after confirming that Sarlayan and the two retreated to a safe distance, he opened his mouth and blew out a stream of earth-yellow dragon breath.
As if going back in time, the fragments of the quicksand scepter shrouded in the dragon's breath began to reassemble into one.
About three minutes later, Anachronos stopped breathing while panting.
"Take it, be sure to keep it safe, and never let this key fall into the hands of someone from the ancient god's forces, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
Sarlayan nodded solemnly and held the quicksand scepter floating in mid-air after recasting in his hand.