There are very few living people on the main island of Azsuna. Apart from night elves and ghosts, they are blue dragons, and there are also some wild animals that are not afraid of dangers and still live in this desolate area.
As for the goblin arena and the dwarf expedition, they did not exist during this period.
In addition to these local residents, there are also a group of "new neighbors" who have moved from neighboring Suramar in recent decades.
The withered one.
Sarlayan had already planned to go to Suramar, and learned from the barrage in advance the origin and characteristics of the withered spell, a local "specialty" of Suramar.
The Withered were originally night elves living in the city of Suramar.
In the early days of the War of the Ancients, the city of Suramar, under the jurisdiction of Grand Magister Elisande, had always sided with Queen Azshara and provided help to the demons that invaded Azeroth.
At first, the demonic actions of the Burning Legion were relatively restrained, and they would only attack lower-level night elf civilians.
But as time goes by, demons, creatures on the chaotic side, gradually reveal their uncontrollable side, and some upper elves also begin to be affected.
From this moment on, Elisande began to doubt whether Azshara's decision to cooperate with the demon was correct.
After some discussions with his advisors, Elisande decided to withdraw from this increasingly uncontrolled war.
She used the Eye of Aman'Thul, the Pillar of Creation kept by Suramar, to raise a huge magic shield, enveloping the entire city of Suramar in a defensive barrier, completely isolating it from the outside world.
After the Earth was shattered and the Well of Eternity exploded, the upper elves in Suramar City lost a stable source of magic power.
At this time, Elisande stood up again, creating a new source of magic through the power of the Pillars of Creation, and named it the Night Well.
From that time on, Suramar remained isolated from the outside world, contentedly spending ten thousand years, and changed the name of his race to the Children of the Night.
After all, the Dark Night Well is not an orthodox magic spring. There is a limit to the number of people its magic power can support.
Although the fertility rate of elves is low, if the time scale is stretched to ten thousand years, several batches of new generations can be born no matter what.
The population of Suramar has not increased due to the arrival of these new generations, and it still maintains a fixed number of people, because the Nightwell can only support so many people.
What to do with the extra people?
The withered ones wandering the wilds of Suramar are the answer.
Without a supply of magic power, the children of the night, whose brains were burned out by magic addiction, gradually lost their minds and turned into a crazy withered man.
Withered magicians will only instinctively pursue magic power and will not consider the difficulty of obtaining magic power.
These creatures that cannot be controlled by anyone are no different from wild beasts, and even lack the instinct of seeking benefits and avoiding harm that living creatures should have.
As the number of criminals exiled outside the city in Suramar for various reasons increases day by day, the number of withered people naturally increases.
Once exiled from the city, it is only a matter of time before the Children of the Night, who are deprived of magic power, become withered. No matter how strong a person is, they cannot endure the long-term torture of magic addiction.
More and more withered people will inevitably backlog each other's living space, and some withered people followed the fluctuations in the magic source and came to Azsuna.
According to Senegos, most of them live near the ruins of Zahnar's Ley Network to the east of Blue Wing's habitat, and make a living by sucking the raw magic power spilled out of the chaotic Ley Line nodes.
The raw magic power that has not been purified by the magic network is very violent, and rash absorption will cause irreversible damage to the human body.
The withered magicians can't care about that much, as long as they can satisfy their endless desire for magic power.
However, the side effects do exist. The withered ones who absorb the original magic power become more and more manic, and will instinctively attack all the creatures around them, absorbing the trace magic power in their bodies.
As time passed, no living creatures except the Withered Ones existed near the ruins of Zahnar's Demonic Network.
Unable to satisfy their appetite, the Withered Ones could only expand outwards, gradually offending the blue dragons in Blue Wing Habitat.
As mentioned before, withers never know what it means to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and they still dare to attack dragons when they encounter them.
In their view, these big guys flying in the sky are active sources of magic power, and just one of them can be absorbed by the entire tribe for a month.
But the dragon is not a vegetarian. Even if there are only baby dragons in the blue-winged habitat, it can still easily repel the invading withered ones.
But having been entangled with these tireless and fearless monsters for a long time, the balance of payments that Blue Wing Habitat could barely maintain was broken, and the available arcane energy became less and less.
Stellagosa has repeatedly suggested that all members take the initiative to deal with all the Withered Ones once and for all.
But every time, Senegos rejected his granddaughter's proposal on the grounds that it was not conducive to the subsequent development of the habitat.
Continuing to drag on like this is just a slow death, and Senegos himself knows this very well.
But his concerns are also justified. The battle with the Withered Ones will inevitably consume a large amount of the habitat's energy reserves. After the battle, the habitat's energy reserves may be unable to make ends meet.
Senegos wanted to find an opportunity to discuss countermeasures with Inas, who was visiting again, but since he left last time, Inas has not come back until today.
Through the information provided by Sharlayan, Senegos knew that Inas had been plotted by the ancient god N'Zoth and had been sleeping until recently.
And as soon as she woke up, she started to cause trouble for the ancient gods again. At the moment, she was blasting C'Thun with other teammates in Silithus.
Before leaving last time, Inas jokingly mentioned that it might be her son who comes next time.
Senegos didn't take it seriously at the time, but he didn't expect that her words would actually become a prophecy.
As for the problems left by his mother, Sarlayan naturally inherited his mother's legacy.
"Actually, it's still the same problem."
Sharlayan scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Why do you have to face it alone? Even if you don't want to move back to Cordala, you can ask other blue dragons for help."
Senegos smiled bitterly and shook his head: "When I left Kaudala, the War of the Ancients had not yet begun."
"The blue dragons were almost wiped out in a great war, and Malygos went crazy because of the large number of deaths of Sindragosa and her people. None of my old acquaintances survived."
"The new generation of blue dragons were all hatched with the help of other dragon clans after the ancient war. They have no connection with me. I can't help but ask those strangers for help."
Sharlayan frowned, looked at Senegos with an unkind expression, and asked in a somewhat rude tone: "Your face is more important than the survival of the tribe?"
"shut up!"
Senegos himself did not respond, and Stellagosa stepped forward first to stop Sharlayan's rude behavior.
"This is an internal matter of Blue Wing Habitat. What qualifications do you, an outsider, have to speak out..."
"Little Xingxing, step back."
Stellagosa tried to argue dissatisfiedly: "Grandfather! He went too far. I..."
"I said...step back."
Senegos, who had been smiling ever since they met, darkened his face. Sharlayan and others felt a weight on their shoulders at the same time, and the powerful dragon's power pressed them to the spot, unable to move.
This wave of dragon power comes and goes quickly.
Just a few seconds later, Senegos coughed violently, and the powerful power before seemed to be just a short-lived illusion.
'This old blue dragon...has two brushes.'
Although the power of the dragon is only fleeting, judging from the sense of pressure that was not inferior to that of the Dragon King, Senegos's strength at his peak was definitely not weak, and he even defeated the green dragon warrior Eranikus and the old red dragon.
Above Talanistraz.
With such a powerful fighting force, it would be too wasteful for him to continue lying down like this.
Sharlayan's provoking methods are not completely ineffective, which can be seen from Senegos' sudden attack regardless of his physical condition.
His main target was not his beloved granddaughter, but the outspoken Sarlayan.
Sarlayan was not the kind of person who would simply give in when threatened. He still stiffened his neck and continued to question: "You said that all your old acquaintances are gone, what about Alecos?"
"He is Malygos' advisor. You don't know him, right?"
"Elegos?"
Senegos opened his eyes slightly, looked at Sarlayan in surprise and asked: "He is actually still alive? I thought..."
Sarlayan sneered: "Alecos was ordered by the Spellweaver to stay in Kaudala before the start of the War of the Ancients, and he luckily escaped."
"In the final analysis, you didn't bother to explore the post-war situation in Kaudala at all. You just shrank your head and hid in Azsuna like a turtle, indifferent to everything in the outside world!"
"With your non-active, irresponsible and non-responsive attitude, are you worthy of the heirs in the habitat who trust you completely!"
Sharlayan's sharp questioning made Senegos fall into silence, and Stellagosa looked at Sharlayan with a somewhat complicated expression.
The magic pool in Blue Wing Habitat fell into silence for a while, and only the roars of dragons and the sounds of fighting outside the habitat could be vaguely heard.
Judging from the movements caused by both sides, it is obvious that the Blue Dragon side has the upper hand.
"Hey~"
After a few minutes, Senegos sighed deeply and finally broke the silence and spoke again.
"You are not the first person to point out this problem. Maybe... I am really wrong."
Senegos looked at the sky in confusion, but also in relief: "Salayan, your outspoken temperament without fear of authority is exactly the same as your mother's."