Sarlayan looked around the arena. Under Vol'jin's order, the shouting spectators were pulled into the backstage by the guards.
In the Noda Arena, apart from Sarlayan and his party, only Vol'jin and a few of his henchmen were left.
Sharlayan turned to look behind him and nodded to Stellagosa and Onyxia, who were still waiting for his instructions.
In front of the wide-eyed Vol'jin, the blue dragon and one of the slender black dragons quickly shrank, turning into two ugly (troll aesthetic) high elves and a human woman.
Wojin looked confused: "Marquis of Deep Shadow, what is this?"
Sarlayan smiled and patted Vol'jin's upper arm: "As you said, they are all my friends. As for the one over there..."
Vol'jin followed Sharlayan's hand, and Onyxia happened to walk up to another unconscious black dragon and forcibly cast a spell to turn him into a tall purple-skinned male elf.
"……Night Elf?"
"oh?"
Sarlayan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Vol'jin, have you met the night elves?"
Wo'jin nodded and said: "Last year in Booty Bay, I encountered a night elf fleet that came across the sea to buy goblin goods."
"Goblin products..." The corner of Sarlayan's mouth twitched: "Let me ask, isn't it buying bombs made by goblins?"
Vol'jin looked at Sarlayan in surprise: "How do you know? Those night elves are here to buy a new weapon called 'depth charge'."
Sarlayan's expression was a little strange: "Depth bombs... Okay, I know what they want to do."
'It seems that the night elves were so upset by the Nagas at sea that they actually broke the rules and went to the Eastern Kingdom to buy goblin bombs.'
If Tyrande was still in power now, it would be impossible for that stubborn old man to issue such an order that she considered "disgraceful".
However, Malfurion is now in power. Compared to Tyrande, this archdruid is an out-and-out pragmatist. As long as it is helpful to the night elves, he will not care about losing face.
Sharlayan admired Malfurion's pragmatic style very much. Things like face are earned by oneself, not forced to show off.
In a place where Wojin could not detect it, Sunderland, who had not yet recovered his physical form, had been wrapped around the unconscious Bartosz to ensure that he would not wake up suddenly.
It wasn't until Onyxia forcibly transformed Bartosz back into human form and Sarlayan carried him on his shoulders that Sunderland shifted his target and attached himself to Sarlayan.
Sarlayan and his party flew westward from the Searing Gorge to the sea. Since they were flying at a low altitude close to the sea, the black dragon, which was obscured by the mountain wall, had no idea which direction they were going.
Moreover, Stranglethorn Valley is far away from Searing Gorge, and Sarlayan does not believe that the black dragon from Blackwing Lair can track it here in a short time.
The jungle trolls have been fighting a civil war in Stranglethorn Vale for countless years, and a large number of small and medium-sized clans have suffered. Ruins left by the long-destroyed jungle troll clans can be seen everywhere in the north and south of Stranglethorn Vale.
The Darkspear clan has finally developed to its current scale, and Sharlayan does not want to ruin their future because of his own negligence.
He declined Vol'jin's invitation to visit the Darkspear trolls' new home, and quietly found an uninhabited ruins to stay temporarily near the Savage Coast north of the Gurubashi Arena.
With the help of Vol'jin and his men, Sarlayan and his party quickly tidied up the barely livable house.
"Sorry, Wo'jin."
Sarlayan smiled bitterly and said to Vol'jin: "If possible, we don't want to land in such a ostentatious way. The jungle in Stranglethorn Valley is too dense, and we really can't find a suitable place to stay for a while."
If Sarlayan and the others were just going out for an adventure, the size of a gryphon would be enough to make it through the jungle and land.
But the Dragon Clan...
Rather than crushing a large number of trees and attracting more attention, it would be better to land in the Gurubashi Arena controlled by the Darkspear clan, so that even if something goes wrong, the Darkspear trolls can be nearby to control it.
Wojin waved his hand indifferently: "No, it's just a small matter."
"Since the Gurubashi Arena reopened, something 'exciting' happens every once in a while."
"In the eyes of those viewers, today's incident is just one of the 'excitements'."
Sarlayan smiled and shrugged: "That's right. After all, it's a bloody and brutal beast fighting show. It shouldn't be too normal if something unexpected happens."
In fact, the Gurubashi Arena does not only have beast-fighting performances, there are also regular arena points matches, but Sarlayan and the others happened to encounter the beast-fighting performance venue.
After settling in the temporary residence, Vol'jin sent his men to guard the gate outside the ruins, and then Sharlayan began to briefly tell him the whole story.
Vol'jin has been living in Stranglethorn Vale since his birth, unlike his father Sen'jin who went to Zandalari to study abroad.
Although Senjin taught Wojin all the knowledge he learned without reservation, he had never personally experienced those magnificent events and lacked practical experience in dealing with large-scale emergencies.
For the fledgling Vol'jin, dragons are extraordinary species that exist in legends and usually do not appear in daily life in mortal realms.
Although the young and mature Woking had behaved very appropriately before, in fact, like other young people, he was full of curiosity about the dragons that appeared in many story novels.
After hearing Sarlayan's description, Vol'jin stared at him with wide eyes in astonishment.
"You mean...you yourself have dragon blood?"
Sarlayan waved his hand in a funny way: "Don't be so formal. You don't need to use honorifics to me."
"What?" Sarlayan opened a pair of golden pocket dragon wings behind him: "Don't I look like a dragon?"
"No no! That's not what I meant."
Wojin, who was still a little green, waved his hands hurriedly and said: "I'm just... a little surprised. I didn't expect the legendary dragon to be so close to us."
"Legend..."
Sharlayan sighed: "During the War of the Ancients thousands of years ago, the dragon army, wild demigods and mortals worked together to drive the Burning Legion out of Azeroth."
"As the saying goes, distance creates beauty."
"In the next 10,000 years, the dragon clan suffered heavy losses in the ancient war, and the dragon clan, which was in urgent need of cultivation, faded out of the daily lives of mortals. This resulted in the dragons only appearing in heroic novels in the mortal realm."
"Let me put it this way."
Sarlayan patted Vol'jin on the shoulder: "The dragons are indeed an extraordinary species with a life form higher than that of mortals, but they are not as evil as described in the novel, nor are they as sacred as other people imagine."
"The dragons are just one of the indigenous people living in Azeroth. They are just stronger than mortals. There is no need to praise or suppress them. Just treat them as normal."
"Even if you say so..." Wojin scratched his head in distress: "The strength of the Dragon Clan alone is not something we mortals can take lightly, right?"
"Ha~" Sarlayan said with a smile: "I'm not asking you to proactively provoke the Dragon Clan, I'm just saying that there is no need to maintain a low and respectful posture in front of them."
"The dragon clan is just like mortals. There are all kinds of people in the clan, some good and some bad."
"We cannot extend the behavior of a certain dragon to the entire group just because he has done something bad, and vice versa."
"Wo'jin, sooner or later you will inherit the position of chief of the Darkspear clan. You must learn to consider things from an objective perspective and not be easily swayed by public opinion."
"Okay!"
Sarlayan patted his knees and stood up from the ground: "That's enough for the small talk. It's time for me to get down to business."
After settling in this unknown ruin, Onyxia, who was in poor spirits, struggled to sleep under the care of Valeera and Stellagosa.
While Sarlayan and Wo'jin were chatting, Bartosz was laid flat in front of Sarlayan, and Sunderland, who didn't want to show his face, kept him in a comatose state.
Before, while rushing away at high speed, Sharlayan only briefly treated Onyxia's injuries. It was difficult to concentrate on casting spells while escaping at such high speed.
While Sharlayan and Vol'jin were chatting and spanking, Onyxia, who was tossing and turning due to the pain of her injuries, finally fell asleep peacefully.
After receiving the signals from Valeera and Stellagosa, Sharlayan quietly walked to Onyxia.
"Sleep and enjoy the peaceful and joyful life in your dreams."
Fingers flashing with a faint green light gently touched Onyxia's forehead. In deep sleep, her brows furrowed by pain finally gradually relaxed.
Sharlayan winked at Valeela and Stellagosa, and the two of them stood up and walked to Baltos to watch carefully.
Focusing entirely on Onyxia, Sarlayan's hands glowed with an emerald green light full of life.