Sarlayan shook his head, ignored the gossip barrages, and started chatting with the relatively serious person named "Husky is a little bit stupid".
Husky is a bit confused: "The orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, which means that the current time is the late stage of the Second War?"
"Salayan, where has the main force of the orcs advanced? Can you still contact Silvermoon City?"
When he heard the name Silvermoon City, Sarlayan, who was unhappy in his heart, subconsciously frowned.
"It's difficult. The orc army is blocking the main road connecting the north and south of the forest."
"If we can repel the invasion of the Amani trolls first, we may be able to bypass the east side of Allendale Lake and enter the northern part of the forest, but..."
Husky is a little bit two-faced: "Amani troll..."
"Considering the racial characteristics of real-world trolls and their numerical superiority, it is indeed difficult to deal with them."
"Shalayan, for some reason, we know what may happen to Azeroth in the future."
"If the timeline does not change, the orcs' attack on Quel'Thalas will eventually end in an anticlimax."
"Now Orgrim Doomhammer should be thinking of quitting, and the orc warlock Gul'dan is also harboring evil intentions."
"What you need to do now is to stick to the front and wait patiently."
"When Orgrim lost patience and led the main force of the orcs south to Lordaeron, Gul'dan abandoned the tribe and went to sea to find the Broken Islands."
"At that time, the remaining Amani trolls will be easy for Quel'Thalas to deal with."
"Besides, Turalyon and Alleria should be on their way here. As long as we persist for a while, the dilemma in Quel'Thalas will be solved."
The words that sounded like a prophet made Sarlayan frown.
If only one person said that, it would be fine. The barrage floating in front of my eyes were all offering their own suggestions.
Although everyone's ideas have some subtle differences, the main premise is the same.
The war of the Horde's invasion of Quel'Thalas was destined to end in vain, leaving only the Amani trolls who were still determined to continue their attack on Silvermoon City.
The high elves and the Amani trolls have been fighting on and off for thousands of years, and they all know each other's ins and outs.
If it were a forest troll in its heyday, the high elves would still be afraid of it.
After experiencing the troll war more than two thousand years ago, the forest trolls have long been unable to recover.
The powerful military front of the tribe today is still unable to defeat the fortified Silver Moon City, let alone the small number of troops of the Amani tribe.
Once the orcs withdraw, the outcome of this battle will be obvious.
"Hold on..."
Sarlayan is a warrior. He never likes to think about things that are too complicated. The creed of a warrior is to not be afraid of hardships and move forward courageously.
A large number of barrages revealed the outcome of the defense of Quel'Thalas, and Thalayan already believed 80% of it.
Putting aside how these people predict the future, the most important thing right now is to inform their superiors of the orcs' movements - the acting leader of the Farstrider camp, Halduron Brightwing.
Even without thinking deeply, Sharlayan could guess how things would develop after the orcs left.
At this moment, the Amani trolls still have the patience to slowly encroach on the Eversong Forest. Once the orcs withdraw, the furious Zuljin will definitely gather all his troops and attack Silvermoon City by force.
"Here comes the problem."
Sarlayan touched his messy beard with a headache: "How should I convince Halduron to believe me?"
Sarlayan's question quickly attracted a barrage of answers.
"Well... how about using Elune's name and saying that you have received divine enlightenment?"
"Capture the cloud player alive!"
"Elune is the god worshiped by the night elves, and the high elves are the descendants of the upper elves. They are incompatible with the night elves."
"If you dare to say that you trust Elune in Quel'Thalas, someone will come to check the water meter the next day!"
"Then it's Darth Remato's dream?"
"That's nonsense. If Sarlayan were from the Sunstrider royal family, he would be able to use this excuse."
"Although the Deep Shadow family is a die-hard royal party, do you think Halduron would believe that the founding king of the country, Darth Rematom, gave his descendant to a retainer with whom he had nothing to do?"
"(Spreading hands) Then what do you think we should do?"
"Let's keep it simple and say that I heard it from the refugees who fled from the northern part of the forest."
"Now that the war situation is urgent, it is impossible for Halduron to be picky about tracing the source of the information."
"As long as the subsequent development of events does not go astray, who will care about where this news came from after the war."
The straight-tempered Sarlayan didn't bother to think too much and simply decided to adopt this barrage's suggestion.
However, Halduron finally rested after a busy day and was leaning against the wall to take a deep sleep.
Sarlayan thought about it and decided to wait until he woke up before telling him the news.
"Speaking of which, Halduron is not easy either."
Thalayan met Halduron when they were young because their father Julian Deepshadow joined the Farstriders.
In his impression, the second person in Farstrider was well adapted to the slow-paced life of the high elves. He seemed lazy most of the time, and would never work if he could catch fish. For this reason, he was often scolded by Alleria.
Having said that, compared to the hedonistic nobles in Silvermoon City, Halduron is already considered diligent.
Some traces of the aristocratic ethos of Silvermoon City can be seen in Liadrin.
Years of peace have made them accustomed to a life of drunkenness and dreams.
If the orc army had not arrived at the city this time, the nobles whose bodies and wills had long been corroded by wine, sex and intrigue would not have been so united in assisting the Sun King in resisting the enemy.
Seeing someone mentioning his slovenly appearance on the barrage again, Saraian felt relieved.
As a half-elf, Sarlayan has been discriminated against by the pure-blood elves around him since he was a child. Some people who have a strong desire for personal performance will take the lead in ostracizing and bullying him.
When he was young, Sarlayan thought that he had done something wrong, and once cried and asked his father why.
To this day, Sarlayan still remembers his father's stubborn expression mixed with guilt.
In the end, Julian didn't say anything, but hugged Sarlayan with sincere words, telling him to learn to be strong and not to be patient.
As time went by, Sarlayan found that giving in could not dispel the malice in those people's hearts. With his father's encouragement, he began to try to fight back.
Anyone who dared to provoke was beaten by Sarlayan with his fists.
One of the reasons why Julian moved to the manor in the south of Eversong Forest was that Sarlayan had offended too many descendants of powerful people, and the Deep Shadow family began to be unable to bear it.
The high elves of Silvermoon City pride themselves on being noble and elegant, and despise their compatriots who behave rudely.
Sarlayan, who has grown up to a rebellious stage, sneers at their so-called elegance and nobility. It is just because the living conditions are too good and they are bored and pretentious.
Do you like to act elegant?
Okay, I just did the opposite, being as rude as possible, just to make you uncomfortable, but there is nothing I can do about it.
Based on this idea, Sarlayan chose the warrior whom the high elves despised most as his main combat class.
Julian didn't say much about his choice, and used his connections to help his son find a famous teacher who was also from the royal faction to teach him.
It was also from that time that Sarlayan began to grow a beard and deliberately left it unkempt, looking unkempt and slovenly.
Several years have passed, and Sarlayan has long been accustomed to the feeling of furry hair on his face. He almost forgot that he still had a messy beard.
As he grew older, under the guidance of his father and mentor, as well as the enlightenment of his friends, Sarlayan's mentality gradually matured and was no longer as extreme as in the early years.
Looking back now, those childish ideas he had during his rebellious period were actually a bit ridiculous.
"If you want to win the respect of others, it's useless to just rely on being new and original..."
It was still some time before Halduron woke up. Thalayan stroked the thick hair on his face and made a decision in his mind.
"Now that I have officially reached adulthood, it is time to make some changes."