Sarlayan's unruly and flamboyant character stands out among the generally arrogant and reserved high elves.
To this day, Sarlayan still remembers the teachings of a certain senior.
"Salayan, you have to remember that everyone is different."
"We can't meet everyone's expectations. Depending on the character you show, some people will like you, and some will naturally hate you."
"Don't change your nature to cater to the general environment. Live your life for yourself and boldly show your true side."
"Don't worry, as long as you don't cause any serious trouble, my sister will do her best to help you clean up your tail."
It was precisely because of the promise made by the sister who was also rebellious by nature that Sarlayan completely let go and gained a great reputation in the southern part of Yongsong Forest.
…Of course, these reputations are not all positive.
After getting up and returning to his bunk, Sarlayan began to rummage through his luggage.
After a while, he took out a short knife wrapped in an animal skin sheath from his bag.
This was a commemorative gift given to him by the sister who had put down her bold words and led the team to leave Quel'Thalas.
She collected materials and made the daggers herself. From the scabbard, blade to handle, they were all taken from the magic spring lynx in Yongsong Forest. She made two of them in total.
One of them was given to her biological brother, and the other was given to Sarlayan.
"呲~"
Since the blade is not made of metal, but is polished with lynx fangs containing magical power, it makes very little movement when it is unsheathed.
Under the puzzled gazes of a large number of people from other worlds, Sarlayan turned the blade upside down and began to use this extraordinary short knife... to shave.
"???"
"Emotions are explained in vain in such a long narration. I thought you would stage a touching drama of seeing things and missing people, but I didn't expect..."
"That's not the point, okay? I seem to have guessed who the rebellious sister is."
"What a coincidence, I also have some ideas."
"The Riddler gets out of Azeroth, and I will reveal the answer! Alleria Windrunner."
Sarlayan's movement of wielding the knife paused slightly.
'These people... really know a lot about the people and things in Azeroth.'
'Can't everyone really be a prophet who can predict the future?'
After a period of experimentation, Sarlayan roughly figured out how to use the live broadcast system that connects the two worlds.
He does not need to communicate with barrage through words, as long as he has ideas in his heart, he can convey them naturally.
The previous memories were presented in the form of narration to the person from another world who sent the barrage.
On the other hand, if there is something that Sarlayan does not want to see in the barrage, he can also actively block the screen, so that he will not be stared at by thousands of pairs of eyes while solving personal hygiene problems.
Shaving with a sharp knife is a technical job, and even the slightest carelessness can leave wounds on your face.
Sarlayan, who was so focused that he didn't notice that as the beard on his face fell off, the originally serious atmosphere of the barrage gradually changed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I knew it! The beauty sealed by the big beard is released!"
"Handsome little elf giegie! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"
"What the hell? The atmosphere suddenly started to feel weird."
"The rice circle is coming?"
After shaving off the wild and messy beard, Sarlayan's appearance was finally completely revealed to everyone.
The high elves have a unique advantage in appearance. The average appearance of the entire family is far higher than that of humans, the mainstream race in the Eastern Kingdom, not to mention the short stature of dwarves and gnomes.
In the sour comments of some humans in Azeroth, the appearance of high elf men is more feminine and lacks masculinity.
This is a fact.
Because of their overly handsome appearance and self-proclaimed elegant style, most high elf men despise rough muscles and always maintain a well-proportioned figure.
Quel'Thalas rarely has the kind of muscular body that can easily attract the cries of the opposite sex.
Unfortunately, Sarlayan is one of them.
Sarlayan is not a ranger who relies on flexibility to survive, nor is he a mage who can resist damage with a magic shield and can dodge everywhere.
As a warrior who charges forward to absorb damage, he cannot do without a good body.
Having been taught by famous teachers since childhood, Sarlayan has never relaxed in strength training, and wearing heavy armor can ensure sufficient mobility.
Considering the complex terrain and environment of Yonge Forest, wearing heavy plate armor and moving in the forest is basically a living target.
In a compromise, Sarlayan adopted the advice of his mentor and chose mail armor that took into account both defense and flexibility.
Due to his own personality, Sarlayan's facial features are equally handsome, but his temperament is a bit tougher than the average male elf.
After taking off the armor, his thin shirt could not hide his graceful muscles. The combination of good looks and good figure attracted a lot of screams from women from other worlds.
Sarlayan: "?"
Putting down the knife that had completed its shaving mission, Sarlayan touched his smooth chin with some discomfort.
"Have you ever seen a good-looking man?"
There was another big explosion of barrages visible to the naked eye, and this time the main voice was women...probably.
The content...is somewhat indescribable.
Just as Sharlayan was trying to learn more about the future of Azeroth through interacting with the barrage, the Night Ranger on the second floor of the camp suddenly let out a suppressed cry.
"There's a situation!"
Sarlayan's originally peaceful eyes suddenly became sharp, and his piercing gaze affected the people watching in the other world, and the number of barrages suddenly became sparse.
"Wow!"
Putting on the split mail armor as quickly as possible, Sarlayan picked up the two-handed sword placed on the weapon rack and strode towards the awakened Halduron.
As a senior ranger, Halduron is very agile.
After casually stepping on the outer wall of the camp twice, he easily jumped up to the second floor. Under the guidance of the night watchman, he turned on his eagle eyes and looked into the distance.
Eagle Eye is an important investigative skill that every ranger must master.
Sarlayan has never specialized in ranger skills, as evidenced by his only 5th level ranger level.
But eagle eye is an investigative skill that can be used by all professions, and you will definitely not lose out if you learn it.
In a state of war, the combatants in the Farstrider camp all slept very lightly, and the slightest disturbance would wake everyone up.
In just a few minutes of commotion, combatants from various Farstrider units were ready to fight.
Sharlayan is not as cool as Halduron. He reached the second floor through the spiral staircase.
"Eagle Eye, open."
There was a slight pain in his eyes, and Sarlayan's vision was greatly enhanced. He was able to detect abnormalities that ordinary people could not detect in the silent forest at night.
Someone must have passed under those shaking blades, but if you look closely, you can't see any more details.
"The trolls have really started to take action."
Halduron looked solemn and glanced at his adjutant, who immediately understood and jumped downstairs to organize a defense.
Forest trolls, like high elves, are good at fighting in the forest, and are very skilled in similar concealment methods in the forest.
Halduron waited with a somewhat anxious expression. When he saw that the adjutant was ready to clear up his weapons, he immediately let go of his voice and shouted.
"Flare, launch!"
"Hey~"
More than a dozen bright fireworks were shot into the air by the rangers, and the Amani troll that was sneaking closer in the forest was finally nowhere to be seen.
"attack!"
The troll shield guard who was the first to rush out of the forest was exposed to the eyes of the high elves.
Without Halduron's special order, the rangers had already replaced the rockets specifically aimed at wooden shields, and a single salvo stopped the troll vanguard's charging momentum.
"Something's wrong."
Halduron drew his bow and shot arrows, and at the same time used part of his energy to observe the troll's movements.
"The number is too small, at least 60% less than during the day. They shouldn't have that many wounded, right?"
Sarlayan, who was about to jump down and join the battle, changed his expression when he heard this. He suddenly thought of the development of the battle of Quel'Thalas mentioned in the barrage.