Sarlayan doesn't like to put her hot face on other people's cold buttocks. If the elder wants to be cold, let her go. Anyway, it's not you who suffers.
"Master Stormrage, wish yourself well."
Smiling and walking out of the parliament hall, Sarlayan stood in front of the majestic hall and looked around.
"Let's take a walk around this city for now, maybe we won't have the chance in the future."
The World Tree Nordrassil was planted using the New Well of Eternity and absorbed most of the energy from the New Well of Eternity.
If history develops in the direction stated by the barrage, this World Tree will sooner or later be targeted by Archimonde the Defiler.
In the original history, in order to defeat Archimonde and expel the Burning Legion again, Malfurion deliberately set up a trap to blow up Nordrassil and send Archimonde, who had become less vigilant due to greed, back to the Twisting Nether.
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Nordrassil is of great significance to the night elves. Their immortality and ability to be free from disease and disaster are all derived from the blessings of the dragon kings to Nordrassil.
After the explosion of Nordrassil, the aloof night elves fell from the altar. Life, old age, sickness and death came to them again, and they became a member of the mortal race again.
Sharlayan is not sure whether history will develop in the original direction, but it is almost inevitable that Archimonde will focus on Nordrassil.
Andarius, the capital of the Night Republic built on the top of Nordrassil, didn't know how long it would last, and Sharlayan planned to visit it before it was destroyed.
Sarlayan didn't know where the three people went. After making up his mind to visit, he simply walked slowly around the city, maybe he could meet them by chance.
In the "World of Warcraft" that Danmu knows, Nordrassil no longer exists, and naturally there is no treetop city like Andarius.
What they are familiar with is the city built on the crown of Teldrassil, another World Tree - Darnassus.
While walking forward, Sarlayan bought a detailed map of Andarius from a grocery store.
The entire city is divided into several major districts.
In addition to the administrative district where Sharlayan is now located, there are also the Cenarion District where the druids conduct daily activities, the residential district, the trade district, the military district, and the temple district managed by the Sisters of Elune.
The entire city is quite large, no smaller than Silvermoon City in Quel'Thalas. If you visit it with your legs, you may not be able to finish it in several days.
The military zone under martial law should be eliminated first. Sarlayan does not want to go to the temple area to ask for trouble, and the craftsman area should not be easily opened to outsiders.
After careful consideration, Sarlayan decided to only visit the Cenarion District and the Trade District, and then take a look at the residential area from a distance.
Cenarion Sector is named after the Cenarion Circle, a druid organization initiated by the night elves and located in Cenarion Sector.
After Fandral Staghelm joined the Night Council, he handed over the druid affairs that he had originally managed to Rensa Greathoof.
Malfurion and Staghelm are still named in the Cenarion Circle, but they will no longer participate in any actual affairs. This is to avoid unclear authority and lead to confusion in the chain of command.
Unfortunately, Sarlayan's old acquaintance Rensa Gianthoof happened to be away from the city. I heard that he had gone to the Dark Coast to assist Jarod in reorganizing his army.
Druids who sleep all the time are relatively lazy. It is not easy to get them to obey the unified orders of the army leader. Recently, Rensa Gianthoof has followed Jarod to many places.
Since the acquaintance was not there, Sarlayan was too lazy to disturb the daily life of the druids. He took a quick stroll and came to the trade area next door.
The trade area is the busiest area in Andalius. It may not be the most prosperous, but the flow of people is definitely higher than other areas.
Originally, Sarlayan was visiting the city in a good mood, but when he entered the commercial area and noticed the commotion in front of a certain shop, his mood immediately took a turn for the worse.
"Get out of our city! Highborne bastards!"
"You are not welcome here!"
"Go away! Don't try to enslave us anymore, the night elves are free!"
"Drive them away!"
In a trade area that was supposed to be bustling with traffic, a large number of pedestrians gathered in front of a jewelry store, with many blushing and yelling loudly into the circle.
Sarlayan's expression turned gloomy, and he could guess without looking carefully that it was his three companions who were surrounded by these unscrupulous people.
The social environment of the night elves is relatively closed to the outside world, and it has only been in recent years that it has gradually become more open.
The embassies of various countries in Andarius are placed in the administrative district where the council hall is located, separated from the trade district by a Cenarion district. The diplomats of the embassy usually do not have direct contact with night elf civilians.
Sarlayan had never heard the diplomats stationed in Andarius complain about the local people's conditions before, and the chaos that was happening in front of him was unexpected.
The angry Sarlayan did not get angry on the spot. He used the power of nature to attract the breeze to his body, and used this layer of imperceptible wind clothes to push through the excited people and reach the inner layer.
As expected, it was Valeera, Onyxia, and Stellagosa who were blocked in front of the store.
Valeera, who had received professional training as an espionage officer, looked quite calm, while Stellagosa, who had a gentle personality, only frowned slightly.
Onyxia didn't have such good patience, her face was clouded, and she looked like she might have an attack at any time.
'Gan! Hold it back!'
These ordinary civilians cannot cause any harm to the three people at the lowest legendary level, but being surrounded by these unscrupulous people and unable to leave will definitely have a great impact on the mood of the three people.
Onyxia is not a good-tempered person. Once she is annoyed... the entire trade area may be blown up to the sky.
When Onyxia finally impatiently put her right hand on the hilt of the Blade of the Dark Empire, Sharlayan squeezed out of the crowd and stepped forward to hold her hand.
"Calm down! Don't do anything!"
"Tsk!"
Seeing Sarlayan arriving in time, the violent look in Onyxia's eyes quickly dissipated, but her expression was still very ugly.
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'Are you being instigated...?'
Conspiracy is Onyxia's strength, and she seems to have discerned something from this abnormal turmoil.
An idea flashed in his mind, and Sarlayan suddenly thought of the elder's cold demeanor when he passed by him.
'It shouldn't be... but what is she doing this for?'
"Here comes another Highborne! Kill him!"
A purple-haired man hiding in the center of the crowd continued to encourage with a loud voice, and Sarlayan located his position with sharp eyes.
"Stella."
"Um."
Stellagosa, who was already in a bad mood, didn't say anything nonsense. She aimed her right hand at the purple-haired man locked by Sharlayan and made a virtual grip. She used the gravity spell to create gravity and forcibly grabbed the guy out of the crowd.
"Well!"
With Sarlayan pinching his neck, the purple-haired man had difficulty breathing. His face no longer showed any trace of arrogance, and he looked at Sarlayan with murderous intent in his eyes in horror.
"explain."
Shocked by the dragon's power, no noise could be heard anymore. Everyone's curses were stuck in their throats, and they did not dare to spit out even a single word.
"Who asked you to incite trouble?"
"Uh...it's murder...save me!"
"I'll ask again."
Sarlayan ignored this guy's unrepentant incitement and said expressionlessly: "Who ordered you to incite the people and attack my companions?"
"3,2,1."
"No... orders from anyone."
The purple-haired man blushed and spoke stubbornly.
"The Highborne...all deserve to die!"
"Yeah."
Sarlayan sneered and threw him to Onyxia.
"Leave it to you. It doesn't matter if it hurts his soul. Let this guy speak the truth."
"Haha~"
Onyxia's pretty face showed a joyful smile, she pulled out the Blade of the Dark Empire and cut a small gash in the face of the purple-haired man who was too frightened to move.
"Wouldn't it be enough to do this earlier?"
Onyxia's mind control spell took effect, and the purple-haired man's agile eyes that were originally wandering around became dull.
"Who asked you to come?"
"Moon God Priest An..."
"stop!"
Just when this person was about to reveal the truth, multiple rays of moonlight suddenly descended from the heads of the four Sarlayans, and Onyxia, who was holding a sharp blade, was the key target.
Stellagosa was well prepared and used the Meteor Staff to build a defensive barrier when the moonlight appeared.
"... Nita, she asked me to stir up the people's hatred towards the upper elves and incite the people to besiege you."