Silvermoon City has a history of nearly 7,000 years since its completion. This arcane capital standing at the northernmost tip of the continent symbolizes the prosperity and prosperity of the high elves.
After many years, Sarlayan once again stepped through the Shepherd's Gate and strolled on the Avenue of the Elders.
Looking at the sparse shops on both sides of the main road, he felt a little complicated.
The last time Sharlayan left Silvermoon City, the place was still a bustling scene, with countless high elves coming to shop and enjoy themselves every day.
The taverns in Silver Moon City are always open all night long, and the people in the city with superior living conditions are drunk and dreaming all day long, as if there is nothing in this world worth worrying about.
But now, in front of the tavern alley, you can't even see the usual waitresses in cool clothes to attract customers.
The impact of the ferocious forest trolls' invasion of the city has not faded from the memories of the residents of Silvermoon City.
The "old people" who used to walk and chat with their heads high on the Avenue of the Elders disappeared without a trace, and were replaced by a handful of pedestrians who walked quickly like frightened birds with their bodies hunched over and their heads lowered.
The residents of Silvermoon City are extremely proud of the strength of Quel'Thalas, which is protected by the powerful Bandinoril barrier. They have never believed that any country or force can attack the door of Silvermoon City.
A war approaching the city severely impacted the self-confidence of these people and began to change their inherent concepts that had lasted for thousands of years.
Some people shrink their heads and act like turtles, hiding at home and not daring to go out easily. Some people refuse to accept reality and numb themselves with large amounts of alcohol at home.
But there are also some people who have recognized the reality through this war.
War and crisis are never far from Quel'Thalas.
The reason why they can enjoy a peaceful life with peace of mind is just because there have been people in the southern part of the forest carrying heavy burdens for the entire kingdom for thousands of years.
Witnessing the changes in all living beings in Silvermoon City, Sarlayan said with emotion: "From this perspective, this war is not meaningless."
Valeela, who accepted the order and came to greet Sarlayan, nodded in agreement.
"I hope this lesson can awaken some people who still have fighting spirit. As for those who are still burying their heads and pretending that nothing happened... let them be."
After not seeing each other for half a month, Valeela was surprised to find that Sarlayan's temperament and demeanor had undergone some subtle changes.
As childhood sweethearts who grew up together, Valeela considers herself to be one of the few people in the world who knows Sarlayan best.
In her impression, Sarlayan has a stubborn character and is not afraid of fighting. He will not hesitate to severely punish anyone who crosses his own red line. Sometimes his body moves faster than his brain.
To put it bluntly, he is childish, vindictive, and obviously very smart but doesn't like to use his brain.
During this meeting, Valeera felt that Sarlayan had become more mature.
In the past, when he came to Silver Moon City, he would always show his deep-seated disgust without concealing it.
Valeela knew very well the reason why he disliked Silvermoon City. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Sarlayan's attitude, she just hoped that he could behave tactfully.
During this meeting, there was not much disgust on Sarlayan's face, replaced by complex and twinkling eyes.
"Did something happen?"
People cannot mature suddenly without warning, and there must be a reason for Sarlayan's change.
Worried, Valeera carefully checked his body in front of everyone to confirm that there were no wounds. Then, under Sarlayan's helpless rejection, she distanced herself again, not paying attention to the ambiguous looks of passers-by.
"I'm fine."
Sarlayan was dumbfounded and said to Valeera, who was holding his hand: "I just learned some things from dad's family letters and figured out some things."
"oh?"
Valila's expression changed and she asked with interest, "Can you tell me about it?"
Since Sarlayan didn't like to think since he was a child, he would often tell Valeela about things he couldn't figure out and let her help him come up with ideas.
Julian therefore joked that Valeera was Sarlayan's external thinking module.
After obtaining the system and with the help of the barrage, Sarlayan could safely discuss all the secrets with people from the other world who would never leak information, so Valeera's role was naturally downplayed.
After hesitating for a moment, Sarlayan shook his head: "It's better that you don't know some things."
More than a week has passed, and Sarlayan has basically accepted his special origin as half elf and half dragon.
But he wasn't sure if his friends could accept this strange bloodline composition.
After all, dragons are ferocious and terrifying legendary creatures in the minds of most mortals.
Valeela had a look of surprise on her face, and then she puffed up her cheeks in displeasure.
"What? Do you think you have alienated your old friends since you grew up?"
Sarlayan waved his hand and explained: "No, that's not what I meant, it's just..."
At this time, most of the barrages were eating melon seeds and laughing at the bickering and skirmishes between the two. Some violent CP members were still shouting excitedly, "I got it" and "They are real."
"Salayan, don't be so nervous, Valeela just wants to trick you."
"Remember what we taught you? Even if you decide to tell her in the end, you have to trade secrets for secrets. The intelligence transaction has not been completed yet."
During this period of time, nourished by the special energy in that unknown piccolo, Sarlayan's restlessness buried deep in his soul was gradually soothed.
After analyzing a large number of barrages, he roughly clarified the source of this inexplicable rage.
The inexplicable restlessness of the soul should be caused by the gradually awakening dragon blood and the rejection of the mortal body.
The rejection here does not refer to physical rejection, but to the irreconcilable conflicts between the existences of different personalities.
The Dragon Clan, or the Guardian Dragon Clan, are legendary creatures from the moment they are born. All dragons will naturally possess legendary level strength when they reach adulthood.
This is not the case for fragile mortals. Even those who are blessed by nature, such as high elves, still need to grow step by step and activate their potential through their own efforts. There is an essential difference in the growth forms between the two.
The dragon's blood inherited from the legendary creature flows in the mortal body. Even if it does not cause serious negative effects on Sarlayan's body, it will inevitably have some impact on his soul.
This is what Danmaku calls the alien bloodline repulsion effect.
Ever since he learned that he was a human-dragon hybrid, Sarlayan would always unconsciously have visions of Julian wrestling with a ferocious monster.
It wasn't until the barrage, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, told him that the dragon could transform into a human form that Sarlayan finally felt relieved.
Alette Moon Soul... Now that I think about it, this name is probably fake, just a pseudonym.
It is basically certain that the guy with strange movements is a giant dragon in human form, but I don’t know which clan of the five-color giant dragon it is.
After knowing the results through the barrage and then working backwards, Sarlayan guessed the purpose of Alette coming to Quel'Thalas.
Helping Sharlayan was just a matter of chance.
He should be here for the red dragons controlled by the tribe. The so-called entrustment by an old friend should be the red dragon Krasus, whose full name is Korestraz, who hides his identity and lives in Dalaran.
"Valeela, you said before that the Backlight Blade has some vague information about my life experience. Can you tell me now?"
"Um...ok."
Valeela rolled her eyes and approached Sarlayan with a smirk on her hands.
"But don't forget, this is a deal, and you need to agree to a condition."
Already guessing that Valeela would not say it easily, Sarlayan nodded calmly.
"Don't you want to know what information I learned from dad's letters? I can use this information in exchange."
