Chapter 35 Women only affect the speed of drawing swords
The phoenix flames that erupted in Silver Moon City completely changed the battlefield situation in Yongsong Forest.
Through the joint spell casting of the magisters, Anasteria only used one spell to burn Zul'jin, who was also a legendary powerhouse with himself, into charcoal.
The powerful vitality of the legendary troll prevented Zul'jin from dying immediately, but the continuous burning pain throughout his body made him worse than death.
Anastria is not in the habit of torturing its enemies.
Although surprised that Zul'jin was still alive, he did not let the Amani chieftain continue to suffer.
"Crack!"
Walking to the charred Zul'jin, Anasteria ended his torture with Flame Strike.
The Amani chieftain's bodyguards who were trapped in the city with Zul'jin did not have as much vitality as Zul'jin, and their lives were taken away by the Phoenix flames along with their master.
At this point, Quel'Thalas' internal and external troubles have been basically eliminated.
Without Zul'jin's forced nexus, other forest troll clans that were originally dissatisfied with Amani would definitely take the opportunity to leave the battle line.
Only the Amani clan, which has been suppressed by the high elves for many years, can no longer pose a fatal threat to Quel'Thalas.
"Hey~"
After climbing onto the city wall and throwing Zul'jin's blackened head away, Anasteria rubbed his brows with a headache as he looked at the forest trolls that began to flee in panic outside the city.
After a busy day, the elderly's lack of energy began to fail.
"It will take a long time to eliminate the trolls hiding in every corner of Yongsong Forest, respond to the alliance's request for alliance, and deal with the follow-up effects of the four nobles' attempt to launch a coup..."
Thinking of these mountains of chores, the elderly Anasteria smiled bitterly.
"Perhaps it's time to recall Kael'thas?"
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Under the cover of Releza personally cutting off the rear, Salyan and others successfully escaped from the battlefield.
Perhaps sensing something from the phoenix flames that erupted before, Harraz, Narolak and Ekilsund did not pursue them.
They transferred their troops and tried to regain contact with Zuljin's central army, but the one who responded to them was the warlord Dakara who was temporarily in charge of the three armies.
Dakara told the three Loa priests the sad news that was difficult to accept.
Zul'jin was deceived by the Sun King into entering Silvermoon City and ambushed him, and even his intact body could not be recovered.
As the decision-makers of the Amani clan, the three priests immediately realized that the situation was over.
Without Zul'jin's deterrence, big clans such as Xie Zhi, Dead Wood, and Rotten Moss left the battle line one after another.
Small clans such as Burning Thorn, Fire Tree and Maltooth, which have not left yet, are also starting to make moves. It is only a matter of time before the forest trolls, who were still united, fall apart again.
In this case, as the top leaders of the Amani clan, Harraz and others need to consider how to safely bring the remaining Amani troops back to Zul'Aman, and how to protect the clan from the wrath of the high elves that will come sooner or later.
Taken away in a wave.
Not to mention chasing, Dakara and the others wished they had two more legs, fled back to their lair before reinforcements from the Alliance arrived, shrank up their shells and continued to be turtles.
Just like they did for more than 2,000 years.
As for the next rise of the forest troll? Let’s wait and see if we can successfully survive this huge crisis.
Riding a dragon eagle and seeing the troll army disperse into various parts of the forest from high altitude, Sarlayan sighed with a somewhat complicated mood.
"This war is finally over."
"Why does Sarlayan's tone sound regretful?"
"Fuck, this crazy war maniac thinks he hasn't fought enough. He hasn't played a big role in this war either."
"Isn't this nonsense? Although it is only a local war, not just one person can influence the overall situation."
"Because of Sharlayan's intervention, the direction of the defense of Quel'Thalas has changed a lot. This can be considered a great achievement."
"That's right, both Lylas and Lileza survived, the ranger troops suffered not heavy losses, and the high elves retained more vitality."
"Quel'Thalas has always pursued a strategy of valuing troops more than more. In fact, this is a helpless move. After all... the fertility of high elves is too low and they cannot afford to die."
"Ahem~ Brothers, I'm going too far."
"Getting back to the subject, Sarlayan, if you feel that you are not enjoying yourself enough, I recommend you to find Alleria, who is about to return, and follow him to the next battlefield, Lordaeron."
"I just don't know if I can catch up. When O Paopao notices Gul'dan's rebellion and there is no follow-up reinforcements from the tribe, I'm afraid it's time to yo-yo."
"If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. At worst, you can follow the Alliance army all the way south and take back Stormwind City."
"Losa...can it be saved?"
"Haha~ What do you think? Let Sharlayan fight Orgrim in his prime? You think he won't die fast enough, right?"
"Who said he was going to go into battle in person? Wouldn't it be better to give Lothar and the people around him some reminders in advance?"
"It's difficult. It was a one-on-one boss duel. It's difficult for others to intervene. If Lothar was a few years younger, he might have won, but it's a pity..."
"Beauties have been like famous generals since ancient times, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world."
'Losa?'
Looking at the discussion on the barrage, Sarlayan touched his chin thoughtfully.
'The military leader of the Alliance, Anduin Lothar, will he die at the hands of the Horde Warchief?'
"Lordaeron..."
Sarlayan was indeed a little moved by the suggestions put forward by the barrage.
But now the situation in Quel'Thalas is unclear, and Alleria has not returned yet. Everything is still unknown. He can only wait for the situation to become clear before making a decision.
"Anyway, let's choose the level 20 skills first."
After killing the weak elite swordmaster Jubitith, Sarlayan's warrior profession has been upgraded to level 22.
The skill rewards at level 20 are the same as those at level 15, giving him the opportunity to choose one of three.
Before being in the battlefield, Sarlayan had not been able to spare the energy to make a choice. Now that the battle is over, it is time to consider how to continue to enhance his strength.
After all, there will probably be battles waiting for him one after another.
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The army of forest trolls fled, and Valeera finally completed the task given by the Backlight Blade and successfully rescued the ranger general Leretha Windrunner.
Although she was a little reluctant to part with Sharlayan, the military orders were overwhelming and she must rush back to Silvermoon City as soon as possible to resume her duties.
When Sharlayan was struggling with how to choose a skill, Valeera rode another dragonhawk into the sky, interrupting his hesitation.
"I'm going back to Silvermoon City, why don't you show me something?"
"ah?"
Looking up at Valeera's suggestive eyes, Sarlayan scratched his head in confusion.
"What does it mean? You want souvenirs?"
"you!"
Valeela's forehead had veins popping out, and her plump chest that was inconsistent with her age was rising and falling like a little rabbit.
'Don't be angry, I'm not angry. It's not the first day I've met this muscular barbarian who only thinks about fighting. Calm down, Valeela.'
In fact, under the clear reminder of the barrage, Sarlayan had realized Valeela's thoughts, but he didn't know how to respond correctly.
In Sarayan's mind, Valeela was a playmate and friend who grew up together.
Sarlayan doesn't have many friends, but he cherishes every friend very much.
Although he has never experienced love personally, because he has elders like Halduron who are willing to enjoy life around him, he has witnessed Haldulon's love affairs more than once.
That was a real breakup where we couldn't even be friends, and Salayan subconsciously felt a little reluctant to sublimate friendship into love.
He is afraid of losing.
Moreover, Sarlayan has not yet figured out in his heart whether he has feelings for Valeela that go beyond friendship.
He still needs more time to sort out his thoughts, and pretending to be stupid is the best way to deal with it at the moment.
Fortunately, high elves are never short of time.
Although Valeela felt angry and helpless at Sarlayan's usual slowness, she didn't say anything more, waved goodbye to Sarlayan angrily, and flew towards Silvermoon City on her dragon eagle.
Anyway, there was still time, and she believed that sooner or later she would be able to get rid of this incomprehensible piece of wood.
Sarlayan's brain circuit is relatively straightforward. He really has a headache in dealing with such delicate emotions. He would rather fight with a few more powerful enemies on the battlefield.
"Don't think so much yet!"
"Pop!"
Patting his cheeks, Sarlayan forced himself to return his attention to skill selection.