Unlike Valeera, who specializes in attacking weak points of defense, Sarlayan, as a warrior, needs to face Xavius head-on.
Due to the level difference of nearly 20 levels, even with the blessing of the gods descending to earth and the dragon-man transformation, under normal circumstances, Sarlayan cannot break through the magic armor on Xavius's body.
But Sarlayan was not the main attacker in this battle. He positioned himself very clearly as an opportunist who focused on Xavius' wounds and rubbed salt into them.
Due to the disadvantage of the environment and Xavius's reckless explosion, Maiev, who had finished her state of Vengeful God, was at a disadvantage when facing Xavius alone, but she was not completely powerless to fight back.
Taking advantage of the short delay caused by Sarlayan and Valeela, Maiev broke free from the control of the nightmare and inflicted significant damage to Xavius with her backhand, enough to affect the situation of the battle.
It is true that Sharlayan cannot break through Xavius's defense head-on, but using his killing skills to specifically cut wounds can cause a huge amount of damage to him.
Quel'Sera cut off Sareth's head in one fell swoop, following the wound cut by the Wheel of Judgment, with blood-red skill light flowing on the surface.
The satyr's head with devil horns rolled to the ground, and what spurted out from the wound was not blood, but some kind of dark and unknown alien energy.
Sarlayan and Valeera, who were the closest, hurriedly retreated. Sarlayan, who moved a little slower, was splashed with some black spots on his skin, and these strange energies immediately began to corrode his soul.
Fortunately, such a small amount of sputtered energy cannot have a substantial impact on Sarlayan. At most, it will make him uncomfortable for a while.
As the dark energy surged out crazily, Xavius' fat body quickly shriveled up like a deflated balloon, and soon returned to the standard Sartre figure.
Before the team members present could observe carefully, Xavius's head and body simultaneously turned into black ash and disappeared, leaving no clues for further investigation.
"Tsk!"
Maiev smacked her lips in displeasure: "The owner behind this guy is very cautious, but it's a pity that he couldn't catch its tail."
Who was behind Xavius's troubles? Thalayan told Malfurion as early as the first time he entered the Emerald Dream, and Maiev also heard about it from other people before the operation began.
"The Demon of Thousand Beards, N'Zoth."
Taking Quel'Sera back into its sheath, Sharlayan said solemnly: "Of the three known ancient gods, N'Zoth is the most active on the surface, but in fact the most cautious."
Deathwing, Cho'gall and Xavius are all lackeys of N'Zoth, and Sharlayan has had more or less contact with them.
So far, no one has found any decisive clues about N'Zoth's identity.
The barrage has already said that N'Zoth was sealed in Ny'alotha, but netizens from other worlds also have different opinions on where Ny'alotha is.
First of all, the barrage can confirm that Ny'alotha's body is not Pandaria and Uldum that will be invaded in the future, but is hidden somewhere deep in the sea.
But where exactly it is, I don’t know the barrage.
But they told Sharlayan, who was most likely to know Ny'alotha's true location.
The only queen of the Dark Night Empire, Azshara, known as the light of light, Leian: "Azshara is still alive?!"
This was the first time Sharlayan had heard of this information. Due to the preconceived impression given by the historical data he had read before, Sharlayan thought Azshara had died long ago in the Catastrophe.
[Of course he’s not dead. With Azshara’s strength being similar to Archimonde’s, if it wasn’t for protecting those people who also sank to the bottom of the sea, how could N’zoth’s offer of conditions be met. 】
[Azshara and N'Zoth are not affiliated, they should be considered equal partners. 】
[N'Zoth gave the night elves that sank into the sea a new form, allowing them to move freely in the sea without breathing. 】
[And Azshara promised N'Zoth that she would personally help it rebuild the Dark Empire, a new empire that she would personally lead. 】
[After the deal was concluded, Azshara and the night elves who fell into the sea were transformed into naga.]
[Naga are still directly managed by Azshara. After these ten thousand years of development, traces of Naga activities can be seen wherever there is the sea. 】
【The countryside surrounds the city.】
"Aisshara..."
The beheading operation was successfully completed, and the Nightmare King who had plagued the Emerald Dream for thousands of years was finally beheaded. The troops surrounding the tree who learned the good news began to celebrate wildly.
Tyrande, as the leader of the race, could not shirk such a big matter, so he had no choice but to rush to Val'sharah and personally publicly praise Maiev, who was cold-faced throughout the whole process.
...But everyone can see that Tyrande's fake smile is so tight that her face almost cramps.
After leaving the Emerald Dream, Sharlayan would often express his thoughts, leaving Valeera puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
At the celebration banquet held in Lora Hill, Valeera, wearing a low-cut red dress, walked up to Sarlayan with a wine glass and asked questions with a puzzled look on her face.
"Isn't it a good thing to kill the King of Nightmares? Why do you still look so sad?"
Sarlayan poured a sip of fruit wine into his mouth and said calmly: "To Nzos, Xavius is just a useful dog. If we don't have him, we can find another one."
"If we cannot deal with the ancient god who is hiding in the dark and causing trouble from the source, we will definitely encounter a second, third, or even countless 'Xavis' in the future."
Valeela shook her head amusedly: "In the final analysis, you still feel resentful about being excluded from the team."
"We definitely won't be able to participate in the Battle of C'Thun, so you're targeting N'Zoth again?"
"Well……"
Sarlayan rolled his eyes angrily: "Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"
Valeera's delicate eyebrows arched, and she chuckled proudly: "How long do you think I have known you? As soon as you poked your butt, I knew you were going to...forget it, it's not very civilized to say that."
After raising the glass and clinking it with Sarlayan, Valeela straightened her face and warned: "Just like Aunt Inas said, don't be too impatient. We still have enough time to grow. Don't rush into something beyond our abilities."
The ultimate battlefield."
Sarlayan sighed softly: "I know, that's why I went to find Maiev this time to withstand the overall situation."
"With our current strength, let alone the Ancient God, even if we face his minions directly, we may not be able to save our lives."
"The road does have to be walked step by step, but this doesn't prevent me from making some plans in advance, right?"
Valeela gracefully shrugged her white shoulders exposed outside the dress: "Of course, I just hope you won't be bound by obsession."
"Don't just stare at the distant future, try to live every day we are experiencing, find fun in ordinary daily life, and learn to enjoy life."
"Enjoying life..."
Sarlayan had always been a little absent-minded because of something on his mind.
When he came back to his senses, he noticed that Valeela had put on a gorgeous evening dress at some point.
"The dress is nice and suits you very well."
Valeera curled her lips and turned around in front of Sarlayan generously.
"If you like it, I can wear it for you privately when I have time."
"By the way, the atmosphere in the venue is getting more and more pink. Do you want to go out together to get some fresh air?"
As a race blessed with immortality by the World Tree, night elves are no worse than high elves in enjoying life.
The celebration banquet after the war is the best place for men and women with raging hormones to communicate.
Sarlayan and Valeela had seen this ambiguous atmosphere many times before. Neither of them planned to stay here to watch other people's performances. They simply went outside the venue together to enjoy the morning breeze of Val'sharah.
Valeela: "Where do you plan to go next? Suramar? Or the Broken Shore?"
Sarlayan pondered for a moment: "None of them."
"The druids are watching over the Broken Shore. Once the orcs arrive, they will respond immediately. The druids in the Dreamland will also share the news with us as soon as possible."
"Suramar is not in a hurry. I have entrusted Lunsa to help find key figures. It will not be too late to act when there is new progress."
Rensa Gianthoof is the archdruid who has been stationed in the Dreamwood all year round. His knowledge of the Broken Isles is far greater than that of Fandral Staghelm, and he is a real local snake.
Valeela asked in confusion: "Then where do you plan to go? To find the tauren in the High Mountains?"
"No."
Sarlayan's eyes narrowed slightly: "I want to go to Azsuna first. Maybe I can find the information I want there."