Sarlayan's words were very rude, and the ministers who could understand Elvish all showed angry expressions because of these words.
The current situation is extremely urgent. The death of Anub'Rekhan has caused the morale of the frontline soldiers to plummet. There is no telling when the undead natural disaster will attack the city.
Sarlayan didn't have much time to talk about diplomacy, so he went straight to the point and pointed out the crisis of national annihilation that Azjol Nerub was facing now, waking up those surrendering ministers who were still hoping for luck from their dreams.
"Don't blame me for being rude."
Sarlayan looked around at the nerubians present: "Don't even think about surrendering to the undead natural disaster."
"What the Lich King needs is not a living person, but a Nerub insectoid 'body' that can blend into the undead army."
"If any of you think that you can survive by surrendering to the undead, I advise you to give up this naive idea as soon as possible."
This is actually a very simple truth.
The undead do not need to eat or drink, do not need to sleep, do not need to breathe, and can work at high intensity 24 hours a day.
Can a living person do this?
From the perspective of Ner'zhul, who is already an undead creature, living people are really not as useful as gold-medal workers like undead.
Moreover, if the surrendered people were left alive, Ner'zhul would still need to consider whether these guys would betray him again in the future.
Once all the Nerubians are transformed into undead, Ner'zhul, who possesses the Crown of Dominance, can completely control their thoughts and there is no need to worry about betrayal.
At least, there is no need to worry until the Ice Throne is blasted open by someone and the Lich King's essence is lost.
From the moment Ner'zhul decided to launch a war against Azjol-Nerub, he never thought about keeping prisoners. Dead bugs are good bugs.
As soon as Saryan's explanation came out, there was a commotion at the scene as expected. The officials of the capitulation faction were scratching their heads and wanted to refute, but they could not produce any actual evidence.
The recalcitrant faction and the transfer faction took this opportunity to slander the surrender officials, believing that they had ulterior motives and had secretly reached a traitorous agreement with the Undead Scourge.
"enough!"
Anub'arak angrily shouted to stop the ministers from criticizing each other.
"The Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub is on the verge of survival, and you are still fighting for power here!"
"Whoever makes baseless noises and abuses, I will first push him to the battlefield to serve the country loyally!"
To Azjol-Nerub's subjects, Anub'arak was not a tyrant who often lost his temper.
On the contrary, Anub'arak, who is both civil and military, is quite wise. Under his leadership, Azjol-Nerub's national power has been growing steadily in the past ten years.
If it hadn't been for the sudden invasion of the undead natural disaster, the ministers who knew the inside story behind the scenes believed that Anub'arak would sooner or later lead them to solve the huge hidden dangers left over from tens of thousands of years ago in the kingdom.
However, there are no ifs in this world, and the undead invasion came without any warning.
In the early stages of the war, the nerubians lacked understanding of the characteristics of the undead, and the Scourge was inadvertently invaded underground, causing a snowball.
By the time the top brass, headed by Anub'arak, came to their senses and prepared to send out a large army to severely inflict heavy damage on the enemy, the Scourge Legion, which relied on war to support war, had already formed an unstoppable force.
The resurrected undead spider-men acted as the vanguard of the continued attack. They bypassed Azjol-Nerub's heavily deployed defense line and dug holes everywhere in the ground, making the defenders unable to defend themselves.
Seeing Anub'arak's rare outburst of anger, the ministers present immediately fell into silence, not daring to continue shouting like they were arguing in the market.
Anub'arak looked at Sarlayan with a somewhat displeased look, but in fact he knew very well that Sarlayan just spoke out without hesitation about the huge crisis the kingdom was facing.
A catastrophe was imminent, and Anub'arak had no time to engage in unnecessary official talk with Sarlayan. He followed his words and asked without hesitation: "Elf, what do you want? And can you bring prosperity to the Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub?"
What's coming?"
Sharlayan smiled and snapped his fingers: "Refreshingly, I hope that Azjol-Nerub can prove that he has no connection with the ancient god Yogg-Saron, and that after this war, we will have a clear-cut stand."
Join the defense of Azeroth."
"In return, Quel'Thalas will provide shelter to Azjol Nerub, help you repel the invasion of the undead Scourge, and recover the territories occupied by the undead."
There are many important points worthy of attention among the requirements and obligations made by Sarlayan.
Anub'arak ignored his request for the time being, looked at Sarlayan with a deep look and asked: "Quel'Thalas? I remember that you just said that you were the special envoy of Wyrmrest Temple, and Quel'Thalas
What is it?"
"Oh~ I forgot to say that."
Sarlayan pretended to be enlightened and slapped his forehead: "While accepting the commission from Wyrmrest Temple, I also have another identity."
Thalayan politely bowed to Anub'arak in standard Quel'Thalas aristocratic manners.
"The Marquis of Quel'Thalas of the High Elf Kingdom, Senior Advisor to the Sun King—Salayan Deep Shadow."
"On behalf of Kael'thas Sunstrider, King of Quel'Thalas, I would like to send my sincere greetings to the Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub. I hope that the two countries can achieve close cooperation in the future."
"High Elf..."
Anub'arak's eyes flickered: "Isn't it an upper elf?"
Sarlayan smiled and explained: "The high elves are the descendants of the upper elves. They have slightly different life forms, but they are still of the same origin."
"It is said that Azjol Nerub had some friendly exchanges with the upper elves of Shandara as early as ten thousand years ago. I hope that after ten thousand years, our two races can continue to maintain our original friendly cooperation."
"Um……"
Anub'arak nodded thoughtfully and turned the topic back to Sarlayan's previous request.
"Since you are the descendants of the upper elves, it is not surprising to know the existence of Yogg-Saron. As for the relationship between Azjol-Nerub and Yogg-Saron..."
"Ha~"
Anub'arak sneered and said coldly: "If it weren't for Yogg-Saron's constant pressure, how could we be forced to this point by mere undead?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh?" Sarlayan raised his eyebrows slightly: "How do you say this?"
"Hey~"
Anub'arak sighed helplessly: "They say family scandals should not be made public, but at this critical moment of life and death, we can't care so much."
Anub'arak pointed to the underground of the throne platform with his front legs: "Marquis of Deep Shadow, I wonder if you have heard that there is an even older underground kingdom below Azjol Nerub."
Sarlayan smiled meaningfully: "When I was checking the information, I read that before the nerubians established Azjol Nerub, they had an older country, which seemed to be called... Ankh
Hurt?”
A look of surprise flashed in Anub'rakan's eyes, but he quickly adjusted his mood.
"Now that you know, it's easy to talk about."
"The Nerub civilization parted ways with Yogg-Saron long after the split of the Yaqir Empire, and completely severed ties with the camp of the Ancient Gods."
"But Yogg-Saron did not let us go. It used the ancient god's powerful soul-corrupting ability to cultivate corrupt people loyal to itself in Ankaht, the kingdom of Nerub at that time."
"More than twelve thousand years ago, the fallen who were bewitched by Yogg-Saron launched a rebellion."
"This underground war lasted for more than ten years. The Ankhet Kingdom was beaten to the ground, and most of the people who could not bear the war fled to the upper level closer to the surface, which is now Azroniru.
The area where the Bu Kingdom is located.”
"The war destroyed the homeland of the Nerubians, and the ancient kingdom of Ankhet was destroyed as a result."
"The remaining survivors established a new kingdom on the upper level, which is now Azjol-Nerub."
Anub'arak continued with an unkind expression: "To this day, the fallen who are loyal to Yogg-Saron still often attack the borders of Azjol-Nerub from below."
"In order to suppress the group of traitors who defected to the enemy, the main force of our kingdom has been guarding the only channel leading to the ancient kingdom of Ankhet."
"The soil connecting the lower layers has been reinforced by the ancestors of Azjol-Nerub over the generations. The fallen cannot move freely through the soil and can only attack the only passage."
Sarlayan touched his chin thoughtfully: "So that's it. No wonder Azjol Nerub couldn't stop the undead invasion. It turns out that the main army has other uses."
Sharlayan lowered his head and considered it, and exchanged opinions with Valeela, Stellagosa and Onyxia in the soul link channel.
"Your Majesty Anub'arak, the troops of Quel'Thalas have been assembled. As long as I give the order, they will come as quickly as possible for reinforcements."
"But before that..."
Saryan made a request: "I hope to go to the border area with Ankakht to check first and confirm the actual situation in person. I wonder if you agree."