As early as when he received the news that Zandalari was suspected of assisting Drakkari, Sharlayan specially arranged for members of the Backlight Blade to go deep into Zul'Drak, quietly detect the whereabouts of the Zandalari envoy, and lock his location.
The Drakkari are actually not scary, and Sharlayan doesn't want to fight them to the death.
If the Zandalari trolls hadn't secretly instigated it, this war might not have started at all, at least... it wouldn't have developed to such a large scale.
The Backlight Blade thieves headed by Atla quietly sneaked into the depths of Zul'Drak and have been secretly searching for the whereabouts of the Zandalari envoy.
As the war gradually intensified, the Drakkari trolls took the initiative on the battlefield, and the Zandalari envoy who had been sitting in Gurdak finally couldn't bear it anymore.
A few days ago, he came to the front line from Gudak with a new batch of reinforcements, and volunteered to serve as the special staff officer of the front line army.
Spending a lot of resources and commitment to let Loa take turns was exactly the plan of this person, and it indeed caused a great test to the high elves' defense line.
If the attack fails for a long time, the Zandalari envoy's prestige will also be affected.
As the number of victims increased, the Drakkari generals in the camp became more and more dissatisfied with the envoy. The generals suspected that this coward was deliberately weakening the strength of the Drakkari in order to achieve Zandalar's plan to annex the Drakkari.
Purpose.
The Drakkari trolls are indeed simple-minded and have well-developed limbs.
Admiration and wariness of the Zandalari are instincts engraved in the DNA of all non-Zandalari trolls, and they can never fully trust this envoy who is good at dancing and smooth-talking.
"so be it."
The warlord Zolmaz, who was sitting at the top, said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow, we will launch a final general attack."
"If we still cannot break through the high elves' defense, this war will end here."
"Why?!"
Zandalari envoy Menzag stood up in shock and asked: "The fight has reached this point, why should we hesitate? The only option is to go all out!"
Zolmaz glanced at Menzaj with a sinister look: "Zandalari, are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Uh~"
Only then did Menzaghi realize that he had crossed the line. Whether to fight or not was Dakari's internal matter. According to the rules, as an outsider, he had no right to intervene.
Even though the Zandalari are nominally the overlord clan of Drakkari.
"snort!"
Zolmaz snorted disdainfully: "Winter is coming. We have lost a lot of men in this war. It's time to call a truce."
"Taking advantage of the truce period this winter, King Malak plans to negotiate with the high elves to see if he can get the Draxalon Fortress back through peaceful means."
"If we can't...it won't be too late to fight again after next spring."
A hint of gloom flashed in Mengzaji's eyes, but he couldn't say much at the moment.
"...It's a wise decision, I have no doubts about it."
‘Zul, what on earth are you doing? Why hasn’t the golden fleet you promised arrived yet!’
…
Menzaj, who was trapped inland, didn't know it yet, but Zul's golden fleet was stopped at sea by the elite Kul Tiras.
After curing the injured high elves who were not seriously injured, in order to maintain a good relationship with the furbolg allies, Sharlayan did not favor one and the other. After some rest, he healed a group of grey-maw furbolgs.
As night fell, the tired Sarlay hunched back to his tent.
Just when he fell on Valeera's legs and was about to fall asleep, Valeera's toned thigh muscles suddenly tightened, and Sarlayan, whose mind was in confusion, immediately became alert.
After identifying the visitor, Valeela regained her composure and took the initiative to pull Sarlayan, who was about to get up, back onto her lap and lie down.
"Oh ho?"
Tinagosa raised her eyebrows and looked at her sister with a playful look.
'Even the stubborn Valeela has learned to take the initiative, and you still plan to watch from the side?'
Stellagosa noticed her sister's gaze and glared at her angrily.
‘You need to take care of it! I have my own plans.’
Valeela gently pressed Sarlayan's temples and said calmly to the outside: "Please come in."
"excuse me."
The tent curtain was lifted open, and a dusty figure with snowflakes all over his body walked in.
"Earl of Deep Shadow, Backlight Blade has important information to submit."
"Um?"
The drowsy Sarlayan, who had exhausted too much mental power, heard the key word, steeled himself and tried to get up, but Valeela ruthlessly pushed him back.
"Hey~"
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Sarlayan simply maintained this impolite posture and asked feebly: "Please explain as briefly as possible. As you can see, my condition is not very good."
"yes."
The visitor lifted the hood on his head, revealing his signature red hair.
This person is the chief thief of the Backlight Blade in Northrend, the red-haired Atla.
After returning to the camp, Atela, who is good at gathering intelligence, has heard about Sarlayan's feat today.
After curing two batches of wounded soldiers from the high elves and furbolgs in one go, Atla could understand Sarlayan's poor state at this time and did not pay attention to his impolite hospitality attitude.
"My thieves have located the location of the Zandalari envoy."
"oh?"
A gleam of light flashed in Sarlayan's cloudy eyes.
"Valila, my mind is a little unclear. In case I wake up and forget it, please record it for me."
Valeela: "Okay."
Listening to Atla's report, Sarlayan was like listening to a lullaby, surrounded by the faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Valeera is still silently listening and recording the information submitted by Atla.
Stellagosa came over at the right time, half-knelt down next to Sharlayan who was already asleep, and covered his forehead with her white jade hands that exuded a faint blue light.
Valeera just glanced at the little star and said nothing.
Stellagosa didn't even raise her head, and continued to cast spells to speed up the recovery of Sharlayan's mental power.
"Tsk tsk~"
Little Tina sat in the corner of the tent and watched this scene with a smile: "It's really enjoyable, but it's a pity that I am completely unconscious."
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"Hmm~"
When Sarlayan woke up from his deep sleep, the sky was already bright again.
Valeela and Stellagosa were nowhere to be seen, only Tinagosa was sleeping on top of him, drooling all over his body.
"Tastingo!"
The war cry coming from outside the city made Sarai jump away, jump up and rush out of the tent with Tinagosa in his arms.
Sure enough, after yesterday's brief repair, the war started again.
Sylvanas, who had recovered from her injuries, was still standing vigorously on the city wall, directing the battle while constantly pulling the string of the golden bow of Quel'Thalas.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
Having suffered a big loss at the hands of Quesluen in the past few days, Sylvanas, who refused to admit defeat, made up her mind to regain this position.
Tinagosa, the god of sleep, seemed completely unable to hear the cries of death outside, and was completely unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, allowing Sharlayan to run around on his shoulders.
Jumping onto the top of the already riddled city wall, five giant beasts came into Sarlayan's sight one after another.
The wind serpent Quesluen was restrained by Sylvanas' all-pervasive deadly chain of arrows and was temporarily unable to rush to the wall.
Valeera, with the cooperation of Atla and other backlight blades, played hide-and-seek with the snow leopard Hakoa and her descendants... the kind that would cost her life.
The mammoth Mammoth originally planned to run rampantly and hit the city wall, but before he could take off, the Morning Frontier Legion that came diagonally blocked the giant mammoth's path.
Rhino Akali was lifted into the air by Stellagosa's gravity spell and then smashed down. If his own defense had not been high enough, his internal organs would have been severely damaged.
Except for Siletus who stayed on the northern front and Salonya who fought intensively in the past few days, all the Loa in Drakkari appeared on the battlefield.
The giant bear Lennok has no one to stop him. He is standing in front of the city wall, slapping his hands one after another. Each palm can make the already overwhelmed city wall continue to dent inward.
Sharlayan ignored any nonsense and pinched Tinagosa's nose to forcefully wake her up.
"Uh-huh! What are you doing!"
The little blue dragon, who hadn't slept enough yet, puffed out his mouth in displeasure and stared at Sarlayan in confusion.
"I don't have time to fool around with you anymore."
Patting Tina's little head, Sarlayan said with a solemn expression: "Just follow the magic turret in the team of magisters. Don't show up. I have to go out to meet the enemy."
"oh?"
Tinagosa rubbed her eyes and looked outside the city: "Here we go again...these trolls are really lingering."
"Okay~ Don't worry about me, go about your business, and pay attention to your safety~"
Sarlayan twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a brief smile, and then his face turned cold.
"Five loa come together, will the dog jump over the wall in a hurry?"
"Okay, let me let you go crazy again at the end."
"Roar!"
While jumping off the city wall, Sarlayan found the place where the trolls were the most and launched a heroic leap while letting out the dragon's roar in mid-air.
"boom!"
Before landing, Sarlayan quickly completed his transformation, and a big-assed bear suddenly sat in the position.
"Come on! The giant bear Roaronok, let me weigh you!"