Since New Arcandor settled in Crystalsong Forest, the magic network that was in chaos due to the arcane explosion has gradually returned to normal.
The crystallized areas in the forest thawed. Today's Crystal Song Forest is somewhat unworthy of its name, and no traces of crystallization can be seen.
According to Lord Bode Linyu, the residents of New Shandalar City once debated whether to change the name of the place back to the original Moonsong Forest.
However, just as the night elf commoners have always been hostile to the high elves, the high elf commoners also have a DNA-based rejection of the night elves.
Moon, this word appears frequently in all aspects of night elf society. Unless necessary, high elves will subconsciously avoid it when naming things.
Of course there are exceptions, such as Silvermoon City, the capital of Quel'Thalas.
Silvermoon City is the name of the capital city that Dath'Rema led the upper elves when they first came to Eversong Forest. It inevitably has the meaning of nostalgic for the past years.
After a long debate, someone even proposed to change the name of Jingge Forest to Sunsong Forest.
Lord Lin Yu, who was so upset by the quarrel, didn't bother to dwell on it any longer and made a decision directly to maintain the original name of Crystal Song Forest and not change it in the future... at least not while he is still in office.
With the help of the giant sigil tree planted by Fandral Staghelm in his early years, New Arcandor has managed the arcane magic and natural power of Crystalsong Forest in an orderly manner.
The once uninhabitable Jingge Forest was transformed into a place of peace and contentment, and the people who migrated from Yonge Forest sincerely fell in love with it.
It would be better if there was no threat of war.
Sarlayan uses his own power of the red dragon to attract the abundant natural energy of Crystal Song Forest, and through his own transfer, transforms it into highly activated healing power.
Catalyzed by the overflowing natural energy, the grass on the ground grew wildly, and the trees closer to Sarlayan also ushered in the second spring, slowly climbing upwards and becoming more leafy.
In the small area circled by Valeela, the wounded soldiers one after another felt itching from their wounds.
Not paying attention to the abnormal growth of vegetation around them, many wounded soldiers curiously took off the gauze to check their injuries.
They were surprised to find that the wound that was still bleeding was healing rapidly, and in just a few seconds, only a pale pink scar could be seen.
The hideous and ugly wound on Sylvanas's face also healed quickly, and she could clearly feel the reactivated facial flesh.
"This is really... a miracle."
Like the other wounded soldiers, Sylvanas looked at Sarlayan in amazement as he raised his hands to guide the spell.
Bathed in the emerald green natural energy, Sarlayan seems to have become the master of this forest, integrating with the surrounding environment without any sense of disobedience.
A term came up subconsciously in Sylvanas's mind: 'Son of Nature?'
The fact is just as Sylvanas observed.
With the continuous guidance of Tranquility, the natural energy concentration in Sarlayan's body increased rapidly, completely suppressing the activity of other energies.
This is not a good thing.
The wounded soldiers who were full of joy did not notice it, but Sylvanas noticed something strange through her sharp eyes.
Sarlayan's skin is gradually drying up, becoming like tree bark, and the hair on his head seems to be moving, as if something is about to grow from his head.
Sharlayan didn't want to be like Malfurion, with horns on his head and feathers on his hands.
Malfurion's antlers are a natural blessing given by Cenarius, which is essentially a gift.
But this kind of gift is not what Sharlayan wants. He still thinks the dragon horns are more beautiful.
"Stella, it's your turn to take action."
Stellagosa, who was standing next to Sarlayan, saw the abnormality on Sarlayan's body more clearly than Sylvanas.
She nodded solemnly, and carefully manipulated the arcane energy in the magic network to inject into Sarlayan's body to reconcile the excess natural energy.
This is the first time that Sarlayan has seriously used Druid's orthodox balancing method, integrating the power of nature and the power of arcane into one in an orderly manner.
Under the suppression of arcane energy, the mutations caused by excess natural energy in Sarlayan gradually returned to normal.
When the large-scale, high-intensity tranquility technique was guided, the wounded soldiers, who had just woken up from a dream, were pleasantly surprised to find that their injuries had improved significantly.
Most of the wounded soldiers brought by Sylvanas were trauma patients, who could be cured with simple and crude methods.
As for those patients with internal injuries whose injuries have penetrated deep into their organs, Sarlayan is currently unable to do anything. With his current control over natural energy, he is still unable to achieve precise in-body treatment.
"ha……"
Although external energy was used, as the output transfer station for this energy, Sarlayan still suffered a lot of pressure.
As soon as the spell ended, he sat down on the ground and raised his hand with lingering fear to look at the skin of his arm that had returned to smoothness.
"Sure enough, Amunai's physical abnormalities are not a coincidence, but the inevitable result of the overactivation of a single natural energy."
The harm caused by the excessive accumulation of a single energy gave Sharlayan some enlightenment and inspiration.
This is true for the gentle nature of natural energy, but what about the more restless arcane and evil energies?
Is it for this reason that there are so many Titans with different powers in the Pantheon?
There is no answer to this question for the time being, but it has sounded the alarm for Sarlayan.
As the ancient sages from other worlds said, the yin alone cannot grow and the yang alone cannot give birth.
Reliance too much on a single source of energy is likely to allow them to spread unchecked.
Sharlayan finally understood why Malygos, who was in charge of the arcane arts of Azeroth, was proficient in various types of spells. It was probably for this reason that he dabbled in many spells to neutralize the excess arcane energy.
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While Sarlayan was in a daze for a short while, the wounded soldiers had already torn off the gauze bandages on their bodies and cheered happily.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Sylvanas also looked at Sharlayan with empty eyes with grateful eyes, and after about a minute, she regained her expression and turned her head to drink.
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"What are you yelling about? Do you want to blow up the camp?"
"As soon as your injuries are healed, return to your posts. The war is not over yet!"
"Yes! General Windrunner!"
The soldiers that Releza brought out through fighting are all elite.
With Sylvanas' reminder, they quickly recovered from the joy of recovery.
As the Ranger General said, the threat of frost trolls still exists, and this difficult war is far from over.
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The sudden cheers within the city walls echoed through the sky, but the frost troll camp outside the city was filled with low pressure.
The high elves had a wall to defend the city, and the loss of soldiers was far less than that of the trolls attacking the city.
Drakkari is not a forest troll who has been oppressed by Quel'Thalas for thousands of years. Although the losses in this war were considerable, they were far from being damaged.
This is also the reason why Sarlayan doesn't want to fight with Drakkari.
How could it be so easy to destroy an entire troll empire?
The forest trolls were restricted by Quel'Thalas for more than 2,000 years before their hope of revival was stifled bit by bit. God knows how long it will take to polish off Drakkari's vitality.
Not to mention the current war in Zul'Drak and the secret intervention of Zandalari. It is impossible for them to watch the high elves repeat their old tricks and eat away the frost trolls bit by bit.
The frost troll generals are meeting to discuss how to attack to defeat the high elves' solid defense.
The sudden cheers from within the city wall made them all look irritated and unhappy.
"Everyone, please be patient."
Due to being too tall, most trolls are habitually hunched over.
But the troll who spoke at this time straightened his back and glanced at the compatriots beside him in a condescending manner.
"Don't be fooled by the illusion deliberately created by the high elves. After many days of fierce fighting, the morale and physical condition of the defenders are close to collapse."
"As long as we work harder, we can break through this annoying city wall, crush the high elves' plot, recapture Draxalon Fortress in one fell swoop, and regain the initiative to invade Crystalsong Forest and Grizzly Hills.
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One of the Dakkari generals immediately echoed and shouted: "The special envoy is right! Kill those guys who are playing witchcraft! Dakkari will win!"
‘Heh~’
Easily inciting Drakkari's low morale, the straight-backed troll sneered in his heart.
'He is indeed a brainless idiot. Just in time, this will make it easier for me to wait for Zandalar to manipulate him secretly.'
Little did they know that when the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole follows behind.
Just when the Zandalari envoy was satisfied, on a tree outside the troll camp, a high elf in disguise, almost blending in with the environment, silently raised his lips.