Although the raising of the Tree of Life, Sath'ala, has ended, Sarlayan's soul has not yet fully returned to his body.
His consciousness drifted in a silent and vast space, and he did not hear Valeera's call at all.
There is no living creature except Sarlayan in this space, and the dark environment is dotted with twinkling stars.
"where is this place?"
Sarlayan looked around in surprise. He seemed to be floating in the clear night sky, surrounded by a large number of stars with twinkling halos.
Before Sarlayan could understand it carefully, his consciousness was squeezed out of this space without any warning and returned to his body.
"hiss!"
The burning pain all over his body still hasn't dissipated, and a tough guy like Sarlayan can't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He felt as if the mail armor he had just purchased at Taquilin had grown into his flesh.
This is indeed the case, because due to the high temperature burning from the inside out, part of Sarlayan's flesh has been stuck to the armor.
"Hey! It looks like it hurts. What should I do?"
"What else can we do? Azeroth's medical technology has not yet developed surgical procedures, so we can only tear it off by force... although I don't have the courage to ask myself."
Valeera also saw clearly the miserable state of Sarlayan, and she was spinning back and forth in panic.
"Get out of the way! Let me take a look."
A slightly cold and arrogant voice came from behind Valeela, and the helpless Miss Squirrel subconsciously moved out of the way. Only after making a move did she realize that something was wrong.
"you……"
She subconsciously wanted to get angry, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, Valeela forcibly suppressed her anger and asked in a low-key manner: "Can you help him take off his armor?"
"Disaster."
After checking Sharlayan's condition, Sylvanas frowned.
Some of the pieces of mail are completely attached to the body, and it is basically impossible to solve the problem without causing damage.
"Wait, I'll call the chaplain."
When Sylvanas turned her head and started calling people, Sharlayan, who was gradually recovering, stood up from a squatting position, gritted his teeth and placed his hand on one of the adherent armor plates.
"Ahhhhhh! No way? Could it be that he wants to..."
"I don't dare to look at it!"
"Sage is a real man! A real iron-blooded man!"
"Pfft~ Why do I want to laugh when I see this sentence?"
"Stop talking nonsense now! Something big is going to happen!"
Sarlayan ignored the riot of barrages and glanced at Valeera, who had developed a tacit understanding with him since childhood.
Valeera's pretty cheek twitched, and she instantly understood what Sarlayan meant.
"Really do this?"
"Stop the ink, do it!"
Valeera knew Sarlayan's temper very well, and once he decided something, it would be difficult to change it.
"Okay, just bear with it."
Pulling out the unpoisoned dagger from the leather sheath, Valeera carefully placed the sharp blade against the connection between the armor and the flesh.
"Bah!"
When Valeera worked hard to cut the flesh and blood as close to the armor as possible, Sharlayan also started to exert force along with Valeera's actions.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Amidst a burst of yelling that could be recognized as a foul smell by the barrage, Sarlayan forcibly tore off the skin and flesh adhered to the armor.
His move not only shocked Sylvanas, who had just run over with the chaplain, but also stunned the crowd of high elves who were watching the whole process.
"...Do you dare to tear your own flesh and blood directly?"
"Are you kidding? Why don't you try it."
"Good guy, are you so cruel to yourself?"
"Those who are cruel to themselves will definitely be more cruel to their enemies. I don't want to be his enemy."
With the cooperation of Valeera, who suppressed her anxiety, Sarlayan, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, tore off all the armor plates embedded in his flesh one after another.
Something happened that surprised Valeera. Some kind of emerald green energy emerged near the bloody wounds on Sarlayan's body. The wounds that were still bleeding before quickly scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Being forcibly infused with natural energy allowed Sarlayan to gain a lot of benefits, and he suffered a lot of sins as a result.
The high-speed healing in the talent skill has evolved into super-speed regeneration, and injuries heal faster than before.
But this is not the key point. The key point is that the OO bloodline that was coded before has finally been unveiled.
At this time, the barrage also started to have a heated discussion.
"The talent is finally unlocked! But why is it unlocked at the first level?"
"If there is one, there are two. It seems that Sarlayan still has a long way to go in the future."
"This time, the shotgun is replaced by the cannon. Not only is the self-healing ability greatly improved, but the physical fitness bonus given by the dragon's blood is also officially activated."
"Salayan, this can be considered a panel fraud. Although he is only a level 23 warrior who has not obtained the elite template, but with the blood of the dragon as a foundation, enemies at the same level cannot defeat him."
"Okay, it's time for my favorite part of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."
When Sarlayan's wounds were almost scarred, Sylvanas hurried over with the army chaplain and leader.
This leader is also an acquaintance of Sarlayan, the female priest Liadrin who had been trapped in the Farstrider camp before.
"you……"
Liadrin looked speechlessly at the many scars that had healed on Sarlayan's body.
"Are you planning to steal our pastor's job? Are you really a descendant of trolls?"
With an annoyed glance at Liadrin, who was still in a joking mood, Sarlayan took off the tattered armor and lining, took out a spare set of leather armor from the space package and replaced it.
"Don't be poor...by the way, why didn't you return to Silver Moon City and became the leader of the chaplains?"
Liadrin smiled bitterly and spread her hands: "It's hard to explain in one word. To put it simply, this is a topic assigned by my tutor."
While talking and laughing, Liadrin quickly tied up Sarlayan's wound that was no longer bleeding with a bandage.
Sylvanas' eyes turned to Valeera and Liadrin playfully.
"Salayan, you know quite a few beauties."
"Well~ here's another one."
Sylvanas chuckled and moved away, making a gesture behind her.
Liras, who could only stare from the outside before, finally got permission and rushed over with his third sister Vereesa, who looked helpless.
Sharlayan ignored Sylvanas's joke and patted Lyras on the shoulder comfortingly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, and this time it's a blessing in disguise."
After rectifying his expression, Sarlayan bowed his head to Sylvanas and apologized sternly: "Sorry, I delayed your march plan due to personal matters."
"I'm fine. Let's keep going."
Sylvanas looked at the bandaged wounds on Sarlayan's body thoughtfully.
"That's right. Business is more important. Regarding your special physique... we will discuss it in private when we have time."
"Lor'themar, prepare the entire army and set out!"
"yes."
When the heroic second sister led the army to set out, Vereesa looked at Sarlayan with a strange expression.
"Your self-healing ability is getting more and more outrageous. No wonder Melia, that research geek, comes to you again and again to ask for your blood."
Sarlayan shook his head helplessly: "Let's not talk about my personal problems for now. Let's quickly follow the army. We still have a long way to go before heading to Lordaeron."