Chapter 42 You also said that you are not serious?!
"People in front of you, don't rush to drive yet, let's get down to business!"
"This is truly a shocking secret. It turns out that the other half of Sarlayan's bloodline is actually inherited from the Dragon Clan!"
"This makes sense. No wonder Sarlayan has a more abnormal self-healing ability than a troll, and a natural affinity talent that is different from ordinary high elves."
"So, Sarlayan's mother is a green dragon?"
"No, no, no, don't jump to conclusions so quickly."
"Natural affinity essentially means that Sarlayan has inherited the life-side power from one of the six origins of the universe."
"Among the five guardian dragons, the green dragon and the red dragon are both representatives of the life side. Both are possible."
"I have a bold idea. I heard that dragons are quite philanthropic. Sarlayan's father wouldn't have ridden Alexstrasza or Ysera, right? Those two queens have far more than one consort.
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"Ah this..."
"Although I can't say it's impossible, it's not very likely."
"First of all, Ysera the Sleeper has been immersed in the Emerald Dream for many years in order to suppress nightmares. She rarely wakes up. I don't think she has the time or thought to combine with a mortal."
"The possibility of Alexstrasza is a little higher than that of Ysera, but it is actually unlikely. After all, every move of the Dragon King represents the entire group."
"If it is the most 'philanthropic' blue dragon clan among the dragon clan, it would be possible for Malygos to take the lead in hunting for mortals. Alexstrasza, the most stable among the five dragons, should not be so careless."
"Then I can't guess who Sarlayan's mother is. Maybe she is a character not mentioned in the original work?"
"Everyone, calm down first and continue reading."
At the reminder of the barrage, Sarlayan calmed down his excitement and continued reading.
"Don't make wild guesses. It won't help to tell you the specific identity now. Your mother disappeared more than 200 years ago."
"I suspect that our secret investigation may have been discovered by the enemy, and your mother may have lost contact because of this."
"Don't worry, I have always kept a reverse scale on her chest. I can feel that your mother is still alive."
"But her breath is very weak. She must have entered a deep sleep under self-protection."
"Salayan, you are not qualified to intervene in the investigation now. Our enemies are very powerful, and your strength is far from enough."
"The more you know, the more dangerous your situation is."
"You have officially grown up and are an adult. I know that with your stubborn temper, you will not give up easily."
"So, I have prepared the necessities for your trip."
"If you want to discover the truth behind Azeroth and truly help us, you must embark on the journey yourself and witness this vast and mysterious world with your own eyes."
"Don't feel inferior because of your half-elf blood. As a descendant of the Aspect Dragon Clan, you intervene between mortals and dragons. Your status is more noble than everyone else in Quel'Thalas."
"Keep in mind the family motto of the Shenying family: walk in the shadows, and keep your heart toward the light."
"Your mother and I have always believed that you will fulfill our expectations one day in the future and make the whole of Azeroth proud of you."
This was the end of the informative letter home. The moment Sarlayan finished reading it, the entire letter suddenly spontaneously combusted and soon turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.
Looking at the remains of the letter floating out of the balcony, Saraian couldn't calm down for a long time.
Over the years, he had imagined his mother's appearance in his dreams countless times.
Julian's letter completely shattered the fantasy image in Saraian's heart, and was replaced by a giant dragon with teeth and claws.
Ignoring for the time being the dozens of lines of barrage passing by every second, Sarlayan looked at the lake outside the window with a complicated expression, and finally couldn't help but complain.
"Dad, you said you don't have a heavy taste. Dragons have a heavier taste than dwarves and dwarfs, right?"