Chapter 956 Fandral: Tyrande has no idea how to lead our people!
Sarlayan always pays attention to courtesy and reciprocity.
Since he wanted something from Fandral, he certainly wouldn't think of leaving it empty-handed.
Favors will eventually run out, and only by returning them can we ensure that the relationship between the two parties is maintained in the long term.
Fandral, who was busy fulfilling his oath to pioneer, was a little too enthusiastic. He focused most of his energy on the work in front of him, and failed to realize in time the crisis behind the anomaly of the Blood Pillar.
But this cannot be entirely his fault. As Sharlayan said before, the lack of intelligence makes the night elves lack sufficient sensitivity when facing emergencies caused by the Scourge.
Although the situation of the Blood Pillar was already very bad, fortunately, Sharlayan stopped the Scourge Legion's final madness in time, and finally solved the hidden danger before things developed into the worst situation.
In order to prevent the condition of the Pillar of Blood from deteriorating further, Sharlayan injected a large amount of his majestic vitality from the red dragon and the green dragon into the Pillar of Blood.
This "charge" came at the right time. Although it could not solve the crisis faced by the Blood Pillar at once, it at least delayed a lot of time and dispersed a large amount of mixed power of death in the Life Crystal.
The next work will be long-term. Just as the Scourge has been secretly hiding in the ground for several months, the druids will also need to patiently inject life into the Blood Pillar for a long time to completely repair it.
When Sarlayan and his party returned to the surface after dealing with the subsequent endgame, they learned of the major events that had occurred here. The hot-tempered Fandral Staghelm had already thrown away his entourage and transformed into a storm crow and rushed over from the northern wilderness.
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After hearing Delaryn Summer Moon's personal description, Fandral looked at the deep cave entrance at his feet with some fear.
"Fortunately, Sarlayan arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous."
Reluctantly accepting the enthusiastic thank-you hug from the somewhat excited Fandral, Sarlayan gently patted his generous back and said with a smile: "It just happened to be the right time, just treat it as an advance payment for asking for your help."
Bar."
"remuneration?"
After calming down, Fandal asked curiously: "Is there anything I can do to help you? Just say it, and I will never refuse as long as I can do it."
Sarlayan shook his head secretly: 'This guy... is still so upright. What if I, the lion, open my mouth?'
Fortunately, Sarlayan had no intention of taking advantage of Fandral.
"Don't worry, we will find a quiet place to talk in detail after things are arranged here."
Stepping aside to get out of the way, Sarlayan introduced the Azjol Nerub army led by Crickhir to Fandral.
"You should know them, or at least know about the existence of this group."
As a philanthropic druid, Fandral has no prejudice against the grotesque nerubians themselves.
However, when he saw these insect-men, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes unconsciously, obviously thinking of his son Vastann who was buried at the hands of the Qiraji insect-men.
However, one code equals another, the Qiraji are Qiraji, and the Nerubians, who have long since parted ways with the ancient gods, cannot be confused with them.
Moreover, after winning the second Battle of Quicksand, Fandral had successfully avenged his son to a certain extent.
During this period, he also accepted Sarlayan's enlightenment and enlightenment, and realized the true face of the so-called Vastann soul, and the negative emotions in his heart were far less high than in the original history.
However, Fandral's knot in his heart still exists, and he never knows when it will be detonated by someone with intentions like a time bomb.
Although Valstann Staghelm is not a great hero that everyone knows, he has performed brilliantly in the Battle of Quicksand.
Logically speaking, Valstann's soul should be contained by one of the four major covenants in the Shadow Realm.
Considering the bond between the night elves who believed in the druid way and nature after the War of the Ancients, it is likely that Vastann's soul lived in seclusion in Ardenweald.
'The next time you go to the Shadow Realm, let's help Fandral look for it. I hope to relieve his knot as soon as possible.'
As neighbors living in Northrend and enemies of the Scourge, the nerubians and night elves obviously have a lot in common.
Fandral is not a stubborn Tyrande and does not think that the night elves are noble. He is happy to make more friends and better consolidate the rule of the night elves in the Sholazar Basin.
It has been several years since Fandral entered the Sholazar Basin. Although this Titan Greenhouse has not yet been fully developed, the various precious resources harvested from the basin in the past few years alone are enough to earn back the admission price.
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This is also the reason why Malfurion has always supported Fandral's pioneering in the Sholazar Basin without hesitation. To put it bluntly, it is because there are enough profits to be made.
There are a large number of blue dragons, walruses and yak people living in the Borean Tundra. These native races occupy most of the valuable land in the Borean Tundra, leaving only insignificant leftovers for the night elves.
Moreover, according to the warnings of Sarlayan and Crickhir, the underground of these scraps may have been infiltrated by the undead nerubians.
For the night elf northern pioneer team, the Borean Tundra is just a transit point. As long as the transportation route does not fall into the hands of hostile forces, they have no intention of claiming control of the Borean Tundra.
The pioneer team headed by Fandral devoted almost all their energy to the development of the Sholazar Basin.
According to Fandral, there are also some native aborigines in the Sholazar Basin, and they all live near the heart of the river in the center of the basin. They are the crocodile who calls himself the Oracle and the wolverine people of the Crazy Heart clan.
Unfortunately, the crocodiles and wolverines were enemies of each other due to years of conflict. When the night elves came to set up their main camp near the heart of the river, they happened to encounter another conflict between the wolverines and the crocodiles.
A war for resources.
From Fandral's point of view, the fight between these two indigenous races is really unnecessary.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The reason for the long-term war with each other is simply because both tribes want to obtain more resources to ensure the development of their own ethnic groups.
The civilizations of the wolverines and crocodile people are still very primitive, and they don't know how to efficiently exploit the resources of their hometown.
But the night elves are different.
Although the technical level of the night elves has dropped significantly after leaving the upper elves who mastered powerful magical technology, at least they were once richer than their ancestors. They at least know better than these local indigenous people how to develop and obtain resources more rationally and efficiently.
Under the mediation of Fandral, who was good at dancing, the wolverines and crocodile men gradually stopped fighting each other, and as natural allies, they were won over by Fandral and became the new friends of the night elves.
"Ha~"
Sarlayan was not very surprised by this, and chuckled at Fandral and said: "You really have your style. If Tyrande were to lead the pioneering... I'm afraid it would be a different scene here now."
"ha!"
Fandral snorted disdainfully: "Tylande doesn't know how to lead our people at all! That old stubborn man only has that old theory about the supremacy of night elves in his mind. Only dragons with more noble status can be influenced by her.
Take a good look."
[Appeared! Staghelm’s famous saying.]
[Actually, I think there is nothing wrong with what he said. Tyrande...how should I put it, is indeed lacking in governance ability.]
[Grass, a term for high emotional intelligence.]
Due to receiving an urgent notice from the messenger sentry at short notice, Fandral hurried over before the pioneering operation he led near the Pillar of Light was completed.
But the most important thing at the moment is no longer to continue to explore the wilderness. Fandral plans to first comprehensively investigate the underground of Sholazar Basin and Borean Tundra with the help of the nerubians to see if there are more undead spider demons that have emerged.
There are many holes in the ground, so eliminate hidden dangers in advance.
After arranging many chores, Fandral took Sarlayan and Vereesa to the main camp of the night elf pioneer team near the Heart of the River, and went straight into his own simple tree house.
"Can we just say it here?"
Fandral poured a glass of tranquilizing flowers and herbs for each of them with his own hands: "What on earth is going on? You also know that I don't like to mince words, so just tell me."
Sarlayan had no intention of showing off, he just wanted to find a quiet place where no one would disturb him.
After all, the matter of cooperating with Azshara is of great importance, and Sharlayan cannot guarantee whether there will be an informant planted by Tyrande around Fandral.
Once the Moon God High Priest knows about this, it is almost inevitable that the situation will be fried, and subsequent cooperation will naturally be out of the question.