With flying mounts as their means of transport, Vereesa and Lylas rushed back to the Farstrider camp in just half an hour.
The Amani Troll army came out in full force, leaving only a very small number of troops to guard the capital. The majority of the troops followed the warlord Dakara to the north.
Halduron, who had been frightened for more than a month, was finally able to sleep well.
But the good times did not last long, and Vereesa's return brought him a new test.
"Go north to rescue General Leleza?"
Halduron's expression was a little tangled: "It's not that I don't want to move, but you also know that the Farstrider camp shelters a large number of displaced refugees."
"If I take all the troops away, who will police the camp? Who will protect them?"
Halduron is not someone who cannot see the situation clearly, but he does have his own difficulties.
Vereesa is not like Alleria who can independently command the troops in the field, nor is she like Sylvanas who can command the ranger troops.
But she is a descendant of Windrunner after all, with the blood of the Ranger General flowing through her veins.
With her mother in danger, Vereesa went against the good-natured attitude she had shown in front of her younger brother and argued with Halduron fiercely.
Fortunately, the two of them just discussed the matter without any personal emotions involved.
After some bargaining, Halduron agreed to hand over 60% of the Farstriders to Vereesa, in addition to the retired and re-employed old rangers who belonged to the Windrunner family.
The remaining people stayed to guard the camp to prevent Zul'Aman's trolls from causing trouble.
At the same time, Sarlayan rode the dragon eagle and returned to the northern part of Yongsong Forest after a long absence.
As soon as they stepped into the core territory of Quel'Thalas, Sarlayan and Valeela immediately felt the concentration of arcane energy far superior to that in the southern part of the forest.
"The smell here is still so uncomfortable."
Sarlayan has no prejudice against arcane energy itself. What he hates are those unscrupulous mages who use arcane spells that are supposed to benefit the people to oppress others.
It was rare to be alone with Sarlayan, and Valeera smiled more on her face, jokingly saying to Sarlayan: "What? Are you thinking back to the glorious years when you were 'conquering' here?"
"Ha~"
Sarlayan laughed and shook his head: "Don't mention it. Thinking about it now, I was too naive at the time."
During his youthful rebellious period a few years ago, Sarlayan was like a thorn in the sky, on the ground, and in the air.
His legends are left everywhere in the entire Yonge Forest... legends of fights.
High elves who pride themselves on elegance rarely encounter people who are so capable of causing trouble.
Taverns in many villages and towns would treat his deeds as a topic of gossip after dinner. In the lively discussion, Sarlayan defeated several provocateurs today.
"Hey, brother is no longer in the world, but there are legends about him everywhere in the world."
"I haven't been a big brother for many years~"
"The brother singing in front of me is showing his age."
After a period of adaptation, Sarlayan has gradually become accustomed to the existence of barrages.
Although these people from other worlds who call themselves keyboard warriors cannot provide him with substantial help, the information they provide allows Sarlayan to better plan for the future and avoid possible risks.
After this war is over, Sarlayan plans to have a good discussion with Danmaku.
About his life experience, the path he will take in the future, and the huge hidden dangers hidden under the peaceful surface of Azeroth.
Due to the existence of the Sunwell, the northern part of Yongsong Forest is always filled with strong arcane magic.
The high-elf civilians living here have long been accustomed to this high-concentration magic environment.
Nourished by the magic of the Sunwell, Yongge Forest feels like spring all year round, with moderate temperatures.
Crops in the farmland can mature faster under the catalysis of magic, and no manpower is needed to harvest food. The combine harvest puppet driven by arcana can automatically complete all the work.
The Sunwell liberated Quel'Thalas' labor force, allowing the high elves to live and work in peace and contentment.
There is no need to work, no need to worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, intelligent creatures will naturally turn their attention to other aspects.
Enjoyment has become the constant tone of life in Quel-Rathras.
Although Sarlayan could not stand those corrupt nobles before, he never felt there was anything wrong with the lifestyle of ordinary civilians in Quel'Thalas.
Until someone in the barrage said something and woke it up.
"Are you addicted to magic..."
Sarlayan looked at the northern part of Eversong Forest with rather complex eyes. His sight seemed to pass through the lush woods and saw the inexhaustible source of magic on Quel'Danas - the sun.
well.
In order to become a disciple, when he was a child, Sarlayan went to the Island of Quel'Danas with his father Julian.
Salorian Morningseeker is the leader of the Well Guard. Due to the Sunwell's sacred status in Quel'Thalas, Salorian's status is relatively aloof and he will only act under the orders of the Sunstrider royal family.
Although he was not allowed to enter the core of the Sunwell to view it, Sarlayan had experienced the "well" that always exuded powerful arcane energy from a distance, and he had also sincerely marveled at the greatness of the Sunwell.
With Salayan's current knowledge, he could not imagine any existence that could destroy the sunwell.
You know, even the powerful red dragon is powerless against the defensive barrier of Silver Moon City.
"Due to changes in history, we don't know whether those events in the original history will still happen in the future."
"But the issue of magic addiction does need to be considered in advance. As a huge source of magic power as the Sunwell, sooner or later the Burning Legion will try to invade Azeroth again."
"With the military strength of Quel'Thalas, there is no chance of winning against the Burning Legion alone. There will always be a day when the addiction to magic breaks out."
With the mission in hand, Sarlayan has no time to think deeply about this issue that is related to the survival of the entire high elves group, so he can only keep it in mind for the time being.
The last time Sharlayan came to the northern part of Yongsong Forest was more than 2 years ago.
Two years is nothing to the long-lived high elves, but the terrain and landscape in the northern part of the forest have changed a lot compared to the last time they left.
There is a low-lying valley northwest of the Allendale River. There are a large number of fruit trees planted in the valley. Sarlayan and Valeela used to come here to steal apples.
However, there is nothing left in that valley now, only a charred ruin is left, and all the fruit trees have been burned.
"The Dragonmaw clan did it."
Noticing Sarlayan's gaze, Valeela's expression also became a little gloomy.
The orchard held precious childhood memories of her and Sharlayan, but it was easily reduced to ashes during the orc invasion.
"Due to the terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, after the war with the tribe, the Sunfury Legion transformed the Sun Gap Valley into a temporary military camp."
"This military camp did play a role, effectively slowing down the tribe's advance until... the red dragon came."
Sarlayan has already learned from the barrage that those red dragons are just semi-finished products forcibly matured with magic. They don't even have their own will and can only act according to orders.
"The arrogant Dragonmaw clan will pay the price sooner or later for thinking that a single artifact can twist the will of the guardian dragon for a long time."
The aerial combat effectiveness of dragon eagles may not be as good as that of griffins, which are naturally ferocious, but due to their lighter body structure, their flying speed is much higher than that of griffins.
Passing over the ruined Sun Gap Valley at high speed from above, Sarlayan, who always turned on his eagle eyes, discovered some flickering spell lights and shadows in the middle of the devastated forest.
"there!"
Sarlayan raised his hand and pointed to the grove on the south side of the eastern temple.
"Damn it! We're a step too late, the battle has already begun!"
Sarlayan gritted his teeth, ignored the barrage and Valeera's dissuasion, and ordered the dragon eagle under him to quickly descend.
"Don't be impulsive! Sarlayan, with your current strength, intervening in a battle of this level is just giving away food!"
"Calm down, suppress your anger, and recall Salorian's teachings. Impulsiveness cannot solve the problem!"
Sarlayan, who was descending at high speed, had a determined expression: "I am very calm and will not rush into the battlefield stupidly."
"Since we have air superiority, why not use it?"
"As long as we can delay it for a certain amount of time, Vereesa and Halduron will lead the Far Travelers and arrive in time."
After patting the head of the rapidly swooping dragon eagle, Sarlayan shouted amidst the howling wind.