When Sarlayan was a child, his single father Julian often read to him ancient stories collected in the Deep Shadow family's library.
It was around the age of 8 that Sharlayan first heard about the night elves, a race that lived across the sea.
In books written by the high elves, the night elves are described as a traitorous race that is stubborn and unwilling to adapt.
Taking advantage of the crisis of the Burning Legion's invasion, they took the opportunity to overthrow the rule of the High Elves, the ancestors of the High Elves, over the ancient Dark Night Empire, and occupied a dominant position among the elves after the War of the Ancients.
About 7,000 years ago, the ancestors of the high elves could no longer endure the endless hostility and oppression of the night elves towards arcane magic and mages, so the founder of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, led his people to the east.
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After learning the racial origin of the blue-haired elf in front of him from the barrage, Sarlayan observed his appearance more carefully.
From the perspective of appearance, there is a certain gap between the average appearance of night elves and the handsome high elves.
His skin was dark purple, which was similar to the blue skin of the forest troll. This strange color made Sharlayan instinctively displeased.
Sarlayan is 1.83 meters tall, which is considered tall among the high elves with an average height of about 175.
But standing in front of this night elf who was nearly 2 meters tall, Sarlayan could only speak with his head half raised, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Staring warily at the smiling night elf, Sarlayan stretched out his hand to the hilt of the great sword, assuming an alert posture that might launch an attack at any time.
"Night elves, you and the high elves have been separated for thousands of years. Why did you come across the ocean to Eversong Forest? What are your intentions?"
The blue-haired night elf laughed and shook his head: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any ill intentions towards Quel'Thalas."
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Alette Moon Soul. I think I am a distant relative of the same clan and different race as you."
The man who calls himself Alette Moon Soul has been looking at Sarlayan with a thoughtful look, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
"I was entrusted by someone to come to Quel'Thalas to find a long-lost friend."
"Unfortunately, they seemed to have left with a group of little guys who were still studying in Yaya before I arrived at Yonge Forest."
"Visiting friends?"
Sarlayan was a little skeptical of what Ailet said: "You are a night elf, how can you make friends with high elves?"
"Who are your friends and where do they live?"
Alette laughed and said perfunctorily: "Didn't I tell you, they have already left."
"I also plan to leave Quel'Thalas in the near future. It will not pose any threat to Quel'Thalas. There is no need to ask so deeply, right?"
The short recorder spun around in the palm of his hand nimbly. Alette looked at Sarlayan, who still had doubts in his eyes, and thought with interest: 'Besides the dragon clan itself, there are no other people who can respond to the musical call of the dragon flute.
There are only people with dragon bloodline.'
Although Allett's rhetoric sounded full of loopholes, due to the information asymmetry, neither Sarlayan nor Danmu knew how to expose him.
"Put my affairs aside for now."
Aylett coughed lightly and cleared his throat: "Child, what are your parents' names? Do you know their true identities and your own life experience?"
Life experience, this seemingly ordinary word has a huge appeal to Sarlayan.
Suspicion was temporarily put aside, and Sarlayan asked hurriedly with a slight excitement: "Do you know my life experience? Do you see anything in me?"
Aylett smiled and nodded: "That's right, so I want to confirm the identity of your parents."
Sarlayan hesitated slightly: "My father is a descendant of a large family in Quel'Thalas. As for my mother... I have never seen her since I can remember."
"Many people say that my mother is a human, and I guess that's probably the case."
"Humanity?"
Alette waved her hands in a funny manner: "No, no, no, your mother is definitely not human."
"Ah?" Sarlayan scratched his head in confusion: "...Is it a troll? A dwarf? A dwarf?"
"No, the features don't match at all."
The troll mother that the barrage joked about can be ruled out first.
The biggest feature of trolls is not their strong vitality, but the striking fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths.
If Sarlayan has troll blood in his body, his teeth will definitely be very different from those of normal high elves. Even if they are not as long as those of pure-blooded trolls, at least some clues can be seen.
But this is obviously not the case.
In the same way, if Sarlayan's mother was a dwarf or dwarf, his height would never grow to more than 1.8 meters.
Alette smiled noncommittally: "Stop guessing, your maternal bloodline has not been officially awakened yet, do you need me to help you?"
"you?"
Sarlayan is still very wary of this unknown stranger.
Alette saw Sarlayan's rejection, raised his hands and took two steps back.
"It seems that you are still very wary, so let me try another way."
Spreading the gray-white bone flute, which was about the length of an arm, in the palm of his hand, the rich arcane energy began to gather towards Alette.
'This is……'
Sarlayan looked at the bone flute that was gradually glowing blue with some surprise, becoming more and more suspicious of Alette's identity.
‘Isn’t it said that night elves are extremely repulsive to arcane magic? There must be something wrong with this person.’
The barrage was also busy analyzing the possible identity of Alette Moon Soul.
"Syndra? Or another descendant of the upper elf branch?"
"Insufficient information makes it impossible to draw accurate conclusions for the time being."
"But one thing is certain, this Alette Moon Soul is definitely not an orthodox night elf living in the World Tree of Nordrassil."
After the bone flute completely turned into a sapphire-like material, Alette used magic power to hold it up and controlled the bone flute to slowly fall in front of Sarlayan.
"I have strengthened this magical instrument with special magic power. It can slowly and orderly liberate the maternal bloodline hidden deep in your body."
"With the gradual liberation of your bloodline, the problems that have been troubling you will be solved."
Sarlayan's brows twitched when he took the blue bone flute, and he asked in an inexplicable tone: "The problem that bothers me? What do you mean?"
Alette pointed to Sarlayan's forehead with a half-smile: "You don't have to hide it. Ever since your body started to grow, have your emotions become easily affected, and you often feel inexplicably irritable?"
Sarlayan's eyes changed slightly, trusting Ailete's words a little more.
"You don't have to answer me. Only you know the real situation best."
After sending out the bone flute, Alette turned around and waved goodbye to Sarlayan.
"Compatriots, let's say goodbye here. I believe we will have the opportunity to meet again in the future."
"By then, you should have understood your life experience clearly, and we will have more topics in common."
In front of Sarlayan, Alette's body turned into a large number of blue butterflies and disappeared.
"This is...an illusion."
Sarlayan's expression changed as he looked at the real blue piccolo in his hand.
"When did that guy's body leave?"
Shaking his head to temporarily put aside the messy thoughts, Sarlayan gradually calmed down his fluctuating emotions.
"Alette Moon Soul...let me see what the secrets of this bone flute are."