Garona looks very young, but in fact she is over 30 years old.
Because she has the blood of the immortal race Draenei, Garona's true age cannot be seen from her appearance.
Garona's experience in the first half of her life was too rough, and she received Gul'dan's inhumane and rigorous training since she was a child. Only then could she reach the threshold of legend at a young age.
Sharlayan has seen it with Eagle Eye. Garona's rogue level is 51, and she can be called a legendary goalkeeper.
In the opinion of Garona, who has been there before, Valeera's talent as a thief is very good.
If she is really not even 20 years old this year, she will definitely hope to break her own record of being the youngest legendary assassin in the future.
Garona has been living in hiding in Azeroth for several years, and she has some understanding of the high elves.
Garona wouldn't be surprised if the person who broke her own record was a short-lived species like humans who only live for a short time. However, Valeera came from Quel'Thalas, a place where the pace of life is extremely slow, which left her confused.
"Is Quel'Thalas so competitive now?"
Valeera spread her hands in a funny manner: "You are wrong. My improvement in strength has no direct relationship with the atmosphere of Quel'Thalas. It is just my personal behavior."
A burst of innocuous jokes eased the slightly tense atmosphere between the two parties, and the subsequent exchange of information went very smoothly.
Valeera told Garona the story of the Battle of Quicksand, as well as the possible connection between the Qiraji Empire, the Old Gods, and the Twilight's Hammer.
Garona also reciprocated by translating the documents she found in the Twilight's Hammer camp for Valeera and Sharlayan.
Since many of these documents were written after members of the Twilight's Hammer went crazy, most of the content is inconsistent with the preface and the follow-up.
But occasionally there is some valuable information mixed in, such as the ongoing work of the Twilight Hammer and their secret connection with a mysterious force.
As expected, these poor people who have been brainwashed and controlled by C'Thun are preparing to lift the seal and have established contact with the vanguard troops sent by the Qila Empire.
At this moment, the workers of the Qiraji Empire were secretly digging an insect nest beneath the Twilight's Hammer camp, which was the source of the abnormal noise that Sarlayan heard before.
Knowing that Sarlayan's father was only one step away from killing Cho'gall, but missed the opportunity due to sudden external factors, Garona hammered her palm with regret.
"It's a pity that the damn two-headed ogre escaped again."
After Gul'dan's death, Cho'gall was the only warlock who still possessed Garona's weakness.
As long as he can be eliminated, Garona can gain the freedom she dreams of.
Sarlayan, who had been listening, finally spoke: "Even if all the warlocks of the Shadow Council are eliminated, the hidden dangers in you will still exist. This approach only treats the symptoms but not the root cause."
Garona looked at Sarlayan with a sharp look in her eyes: "...It seems that you already know my identity and past experiences?"
"Yes."
Sarlayan said sternly: "Garona Harfoulson, the orc assassin who assassinated King Llane Wrynn, if humans heard your name, their reaction speed would definitely be faster than ours."
Garona's face was gloomy and uncertain: "Don't call me Hafolsen, that is an insulting term, which means 'half-orc' in the orc language."
Sarlayan nodded solemnly: "I understand, please don't misunderstand me. I have no intention of insulting you. I am a mixed race myself, and I have been looked down upon by my tribe since I was a child."
Garona's eyes moved and she noticed that Sarlayan's ears were slightly shorter than Valeela's.
"Really...it seems that mixed-race people will not have a good life no matter which race they belong to."
Similar experiences gave Garona a little more recognition for Sarlayan, and the communication between the two parties became more harmonious.
Sarlayan: "According to the existing intelligence, it is speculated that Cho'gall has already left Kalimdor and is hiding in a corner secretly planning how to further release the ancient gods and disrupt the peaceful situation of Azeroth."
"We don't know exactly where he went. We only know that he is related to the ancient god N'Zoth."
Garona said thoughtfully: "Based on what I know about the group of warlocks in the Shadow Council, your speculation should be correct. Cho'gall does not dare to risk going to Northrend to contact Yogg-Saron."
"Next stop, I plan to go to Northeron to look for traces of that guy. Maybe he is really following the clues to trace the whereabouts of Xal'atath."
Garona is not interested in the Battle of Quicksand. Her first goal is to break free from the dog chain left by Gul'dan and gain true freedom.
Only by completing this obsession can she start to think about how to spend the rest of her life.
Saryan shook his head and said: "As I said before, this approach only treats the symptoms but not the root cause."
"Have you ever thought about clearing the engraved runes from your soul from the source?"
Garona sighed: "Why haven't I thought about it? But I'm just a rough guy and I don't know anything about souls."
"Those disgusting warlocks are really good at playing with souls, but I can't be so humble as to ask them for help."
"A dead warlock is a good warlock!"
Sarlayan corrected Garona's misunderstanding: "Your understanding is wrong. The person who knows the soul best is not a warlock. It is just a by-product of Gul'dan's research on torture methods."
"The person who knows the soul best is the necromancer who has the power on the side of death."
"At this stage, there are not many people in Azeroth who dare to say that they understand the power of death."
"It just so happens that I know someone who has done in-depth research on the power of death and the soul. Maybe he can help you solve this long-standing problem."
"who?!"
Garona stepped forward with some excitement and grabbed Sarlayan's sleeve: "What do you want me to do? As long as I can get rid of this damn shackles, I am willing to do anything!"
【Ah...I smell the smell of notebooks.】
[No way, Sir, are you so heavy on taste? Orcs can do it too. 】
[Maybe someone is good at this, don’t you think so, Sargeras (funny)]
[Forget Sargeras, Med’an’s setting has long been written off, and there is no such person in the Chronicles.]
The barrage was as clear and strange as ever, causing the corners of Sarlayan's mouth to twitch, and his face almost froze.
Sharlayan has lived in Quel'Thalas since he was a child, and his aesthetic sense has long been cultivated by the handsome men and beauties of the high elves. No matter how low his standards are, he will never be able to like Garona.
Even if the beast's blood is really boiling, isn't there a ready-made one around...
Ahem... His train of thought was distracted by the barrage. Under Valeera's slightly strange gaze, Sarlayan hurriedly collected his thoughts.
Today, natural disasters have not yet appeared, and Azeroth's research on necromancy is still very backward. There is only one lich that has appeared since ancient times.
The only survivor of the Council of Tirisfal, the human lich who participated in the Troll War, Merry Winterwind.
But God knows where Merry Winterwind is hiding. The person Sharlayan is talking about is not Merry Winterwind, but the old bear Orfa who is sitting in the Thornspeaker's den.
For Garona, getting rid of potential dangers and regaining the freedom of her soul is more important than anything else, and she is willing to pay any price for this.
Since Garona has taken the initiative to express her position, it is naturally impossible for Sharlayan to ignore such a legendary thief's promise.
But he hasn't decided yet what exactly he wants Garona to do.
Sarlayan wants to kill Cho'gall, who is causing trouble everywhere, but even if he doesn't specifically propose this condition, Garona, who hates the Shadow Council, will continue to track Cho'gall's whereabouts until she kills him with her own hands.
"Keep your promise for now. Maybe I will ask for your help when I encounter trouble in the future."
Sarlayan did not let Garona worry, and directly directed her to Drustvar to seek help from the Great Thornspeaker.
If Orfa can't do anything with the restriction in her soul, Sarlayan has one last trick.
Find Bwonsamdi.
But it's not that easy to make a deal with that old fox. He will definitely make Garona pay something.
The question she had been pursuing for many years finally got the answer. Garona's mood was a little unstable, and it took a while before she gradually calmed down.
"Kul Tiras... is too far away from Kalimdor, and it is the core territory of humanity. I need to make appropriate preparations before setting off."
Sarlayan gave a suggestion: "The troop carriers from Kul Tiras will arrive at the southern seaport of Tanaris soon. You can go lurk near the eastern coastline of Tanaris in advance and wait for those troop carriers to prepare for their return.
Then try to find a way to sneak in."
"It shouldn't be difficult for you, a legendary assassin, to sneak into an empty troop transport, right?"