If Abyssian failed to arrive in time, Sarlayan really couldn't guarantee that he would be able to take down these demons of destruction.
Even if Shalista is finally overcome by hard work and hard work, without the additional blessing of a sneak attack, the three of them will probably have to pay some price.
All adult dragons are legendary creatures that surpass human limits. It is certainly no problem to deal with a Shivara who is not yet level 60.
The demon's vitality is very strong, and it seems that Shalista, who was seriously injured, will not die for a while.
In this case, Sharlayan is not busy sending her back to the Twisting Nether.
Anyway, if the demon dies in Azeroth, it will not completely disappear. It will just return to the Twisting Nether and be resurrected. Decades later, it will be a hero again. It is better to take this opportunity to let her show her remaining value.
"snort!"
Ebyssian was very displeased with the demons ravaging Neltharion's lair.
Although this place has long been abandoned, after all, it was once the holy land of the black dragon clan. It has special meaning to Abisian, a black dragon, and he will not allow anyone to defile this place.
"The ghost of the Burning Legion, ten thousand years later, has begun to plot against Azeroth again."
Sarlayan shrugged and reminded: "To be precise, the Burning Legion's small actions did not just start recently. Sargeras began to quietly lay out hundreds of years ago."
"We will talk about this topic slowly when we have time. Let's go back to Thunder Totem first. I hope Voretal can also gain something."
…
In a certain future, Voretal will break away from Kael'thas, who has completely gone astray, and bring a group of high elves with unyielding consciences to the Naaru, forming an organization called the Astrologers, and being given the title of Prophet.
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Although Voretar in this time and space is destined not to follow that path, the title of prophet is not obtained for nothing.
Through astrology, Voretal can predict to a limited extent certain events that may occur within a short period of time.
This prediction is not necessarily accurate, nor will it be very specific, it is just a vague hunch.
Many people have encountered a situation where they have never experienced certain things and scenes, but when they actually encounter them, they feel an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
The prediction of astrology is to capture these feelings of déjà vu that may appear in the future and materialize them to a certain extent, thereby predicting the future.
Voretal is not as capable of predicting the whole map as the other Jebao-face who bears the name of the prophet, but his prediction in a small area is still relatively accurate.
He used astrology to predict an important event that might happen in the near future.
Someone tried to sneak into Chief Mulla's hospital room, let him pass away while lingering on his bed, and took advantage of the chaos to steal the Holy Hammer of Khaz'goroth stored in the upper hall of Thunder Totem.
Although the specific characteristics of the person who attacks him cannot be seen clearly in the precognitive dream, as long as he knows that the other party intends to take such action, Voretal can make targeted arrangements and use one move to defeat the enemy.
It turns out that Voretal's prediction was correct.
A female tauren named Namor entered Mula's ward carrying a medicinal soup made from herbs. Today it happened to be her turn to take care of the warchief who was unconscious and unconscious.
Voretal inquired about information about Namor in advance, and the results he obtained made him suspicious.
No tauren in Thunder Totem can tell the origin of Namor in detail. In their impression, Namor has lived in Thunder Totem for many years and is a trustworthy compatriot.
But after digging into the details, the records about Namor cannot be justified and are full of various loopholes.
"Here comes the medicinal soup!"
When Namor walked into the chief's ward carefully carrying the medicinal soup, the scene in front of her made her heart skip a beat.
Since Chief Mulla has been bedridden for nearly a year, in order to avoid contact with too many people that would further affect his health, Ulan had to report in advance even if he wanted to see his father. After the shaman's advice,
You can only visit with your consent.
But at this time, Mula's tent was crowded with a large number of people, and some people immediately blocked her escape route after Namor entered the room.
Mulla, who was supposed to be lying on the hospital bed, has long since disappeared. He was probably moved to another room. This was a trap that was set up in advance to watch someone step in.
"Uh~ Hahahaha! Everyone, what happened today? Why are there so many people?"
Jie Er Rivermane looked up and down at the numb Namor with deep eyes. There seemed to be a twinkle in the eyes of this powerful shaman who had just reached middle age.
"Namor? From the Rivermane clan?"
Jie'er asked with a serious expression: "Why have I never seen you? Whose descendant are you?"
"Hmph~"
From the high-ranking officials of the High Mountain Tribe, Namor knew that he could not escape, so he simply stopped pretending.
"Now that everyone knows, I won't act in this play."
"Pfft~"
As a burst of green smoke rose, the female tauren turned into a... bald demon over three meters tall.
The faces of the three chiefs showed shock at the same time, and everyone present immediately drew their weapons and prepared for battle.
"Nasrezim, it's as expected."
Voretal stood out from the crowd with a calm expression: "Give up your resistance and honestly explain the time and purpose of your sneaking into the High Mountains. I can give you a happy surprise on behalf of Prince Kael'thas."
"Wow!"
Several bald demons with big bat wings like Namor were thrown in from the door while dying. The moment the curtain was opened, Namor could see that a layer of enchantment had risen in front of the door.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The Dread Lord Namor laughed wildly: "You are actually threatening the Burning Legion? Ignorant wretches, do you really think that a mere death threat can make us afraid?"
"Ha~"
A contemptuous laughter came from outside the door, and a silver-haired high elf carrying a six-handed demon lifted the curtain and walked in, throwing the demon on his shoulders in front of Namor.
"Of course one death won't break your bones, but we have plenty of ways to make your life worse than death. Don't think that only the Witch Guild knows how to torture the soul."
The face of the Dread Lord, whose alias was Namor, suddenly twitched.
Even for the demons of the Burning Legion, the Coven is a forbidden word that is not easily mentioned.
Those crazy Shivalla enjoy torturing people and will try to study new methods every day to make the demons who were thrown in for punishment because of failed missions miserable.
Sarlayan held Shallista's hand in the air as she lay dying on the ground. A translucent soul was forcibly channeled by him using necromancy and held in his hand.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
As soon as she put her hands together, Shallista's soul let out a shrill scream, and her six hands danced trying to get rid of Shalayan's control.
But Sarlayan only increased the intensity of his necromancy spells and immediately suppressed the Shivalra's struggle.
About 5 minutes later, Sarista, whose soul was tortured in every possible way, could not even scream. She knelt on the ground with her hands and feet hanging low, and looked at the ground blankly.
"Hiss~"
When "Namo" saw this scene, he felt a chill running down his back.
He has never been into a witch coven, and he never wants to go in and experience it personally.
He did not expect that when he came to Azeroth to perform official duties, he would be caught red-handed, and that a Shivalla colleague who was proficient in torture would be tortured to the point of losing his mind by a mere mortal.
"Okay, let's make a decision."
A bright smile appeared on Sarlayan's face: "To say it, or not to say it?"
"Even if you don't tell me, I can still read your soul memory and look for clues. It will only take a little time and energy at most."
The Nathrezim were never loyal to the Burning Legion. They would only recognize one master in their lives, the Emperor Denathrius who created them.
"Suck~"
"Namo" took a deep breath, glanced at Sarista who was lying limply on the ground, and swallowed nervously.
"If I tell you, you promise to give me a good pleasure?"
"Of course, I will definitely obey His Highness the Prince's orders."
Sarlayan sneered: "Besides, I always keep my promises, even to my enemies."
"Okay, tell me the truth."
"Who asked you to sneak into Highmountain and sow discord between Drogbar and the Highmountain tribe? How many demons escaped from the Tomb of Sargeras? What orders did the others receive?"