All the life force infused by Tallan and his own strength were knocked out at once. Sarlayan was temporarily in a weak state and unable to move. He could only hold on to Deathwing's open back scales and barely managed to keep from being thrown off.
Deathwing, whose body burst apart rapidly, knew something was wrong. He turned around and ran away without even saying harsh words. Before leaving, he endured the pain and finally sprayed out a large piece of lava dragon breath to block the pursuit of other dragon kings.
The brave Malygos, who was not afraid of death, rushed over with the dragon's breath, ignoring the burn wounds on his body, biting behind the frantically fleeing Deathwing.
Two huge dragon kings chased each other through the city passages of Grim Batol, and Sarlayan hung feebly on Deathwing's back and was dragged away.
Valeela: "???"
"...No way? Alexstrasza, let's chase him quickly!"
Deathwing, whose sanity was being eroded by whispers, had no time to care about Sharlayan, and was left with only the instinctive idea of escape.
The two dragon kings, who were also in a semi-crazy state, struggled all the way and rushed out of Grim Batol one after another.
Alecos, Krasus and others who were watching outside the door did not react at all. Two shadows, one black and one blue, became entangled and flew away quickly to the west.
Elecgos: "...What happened? No Deathwing left?"
"hold head high!"
Angry dragon roars came from the depths of Grim Batol, red firelight illuminated the dark abandoned city, and the night was mixed with the screams of a large number of orcs.
Watching the Red Dragon Queen venting her pent-up anger inside Grim Batol, Valeera, Vereesa and Ronin, who were still staying there, looked at each other.
Luo Ning scratched his red hair uncertainly: "Is this considered the mission accomplished?"
Valeera's expression was a little dull, and she was still looking in the direction where Deathwing disappeared.
"Where's Sharlayan?"
Vereesa smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I was carried away on the back of Deathwing... I hope others are okay."
…
The Sarlayan is fine, but his situation is indeed very dangerous.
Deathwing and Malygos, who were chasing each other, have arrived above the Endless Sea, and are still tightly entangled and fighting.
Sarlayan, who was already in a weak state, finally failed to hold on and was thrown off his back by the rolling Deathwing, falling freely through the clouds.
[Fortunately, this is the sea. As long as you adjust your posture when entering the water, it should not be a big problem based on Xiao Sa's physical fitness. 】
[…Sorry to interrupt, it doesn’t seem like the sea is below.]
As this barrage said, after passing through the clouds, Sarlayan was speechless when he saw a large island below.
Based on his current landing trajectory, if nothing unexpected happens, he will most likely land on this island.
【Ah...how is this an archipelago?】
【It’s over! If you fall from such a height, you will die without any chance of life!】
[Calm down, it’s getting cold anyway, let’s analyze where this island is first.]
【Hey! That's too much!】
Sarlayan has long been used to the barrage's gloating, but actually he doesn't feel too panic now.
After buffering for a period of time, Sarlayan's condition began to slowly recover under the catalysis of powerful vitality.
Regardless of other issues, as long as you launch a heroic leap before landing, you can ensure that you will not be killed.
The dragon-like state on Sarlayan's body has been basically lifted, with only a few golden dragon scales remaining on the vital parts of his chest and vest.
Ever since he transformed into a dragon, Sarlayan had an indescribable itching sensation on his back, which made him feel very uncomfortable, as if something was about to move.
'Could it be...'
Sarlayan, who was falling at high speed, pondered for a moment.
'Give it a try. If it doesn't work, you can still make a heroic leap.'
Mobilizing the gradually recovering life force, Sarlayan concentrated them all on the itchy place on his back.
"Drink!"
"Bah!"
As Sarlayan roared at the top of his lungs, the lining and leather armor on his back were torn from the inside, and a pair of small flesh wings covered with golden scales slowly unfolded.
【Fuck! Wings!】
[Heifer flies on a plane, so awesome!]
[Hey, let’s stop the previous analysis brother for a moment, and your Sarlayan will be cool enough to ask a question. 】
Wings are very unfamiliar body parts to high elves. Sarlayan still doesn't know how to accurately control their movements, so he can only reluctantly adjust the angle to enter a gliding state.
According to the analysis of the barrage, Deathwing escaped in the direction of the Maelstrom. Most likely, he planned to hide in Deep Rock Continent in advance to heal his injuries and build a new set of stronger armor.
There are three islands between the wetlands and the Maelstrom, namely Zandalar, the Broken Isles and Kul Tiras.
Judging from the flight angle and distance, the island at the feet of Sarlayan should be Kul Tiras, the closest to the mainland, a sea kingdom territory among the seven human kingdoms.
This conclusion made Sarlayan breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, Kul Tiras is the territory of the Alliance, which is better than falling to Zandalari, the home of the trolls.
You know...the Zandalari trolls also lost a lot of loa in the troll war more than 2,000 years ago, and their hatred of the high elves is no less than that of the forest trolls.
Slowly gliding down, Sarlayan even had time to choose a landing place.
According to the guidance of the barrage, he planned to land directly in the middle of Tiragarde Strait, outside the city of Boralus, the capital of Kul Tiras.
But when Sarlayan descended to a certain height, there was sudden lightning and thunder and strong winds over the Kul Tiras Islands.
"This is……"
Sarlayan immediately became more vigilant. He sensed some kind of will of unknown origin, as if someone was secretly manipulating this strange celestial phenomenon.
The violent storm pushed Sarlayan away from the originally planned gliding trajectory, and was forced to land in the western part of Tiragarde Strait, in a dark forest filled with an ominous atmosphere.
[Um~This seems to be Drustvar, right?]
[Yes, Waycrest, one of the four major families of Kul Tiras, is guarding here, guarding against the powerful enemy Drust that has disappeared into history.]
Sharlayan: "Drust? What is that? Why have I never heard of it?"
When Sarlayan was a child, he heard many stories from Julian and read some history books himself.
He really didn't have much impression of Drust's strange name.
【This is a long story.】
[Simply put, the Drust are a transitional species between ancient Vrykul and modern humans, mainly living on the island of Kul Tiras. 】
[After the Troll War, the originally united Arathor Empire gradually split into multiple city-states, and Kul Tiras was one of them.]
[More than 2,000 years ago, the ancestors of the Kul Tiran people set out from the Gilneas Peninsula and sailed to the Tiragarde Strait. 】
[The brave sailors established a new city-state here, and they named it Kul Tiras.]
[But at that time, the island of Kul Tiras was already inhabited by indigenous people, namely the Drust people.]
[At first, the Drust lived peacefully with humans, and even had many interactions with each other, until a radical Drust named Gorak Tull came to power. 】
[Golak Tul launched an attack on humans without warning and bloody massacred several human villages, thus triggering a long-lasting all-out war between the Kul Tirans and the Drust. 】
[This war finally ended with a complete victory for mankind. Drust disappeared on the island of Kul Tiras. Gorak Tul also fell into a deep sleep due to serious injuries, and his soul wandered in the Blighted Realm, waiting for his comeback.
Chance.】
"A transitional species between vrykul and humans?"
Sarlayan touched his chin thoughtfully: "Could the strange weather before be caused by the surviving Drust?"
[It is possible that the Drust people control the power of life and death. The side that represents life is the power of nature, and calling for wind and rain is one of the manifestations of the power of nature. 】