In the throne area at the top of Dazar'alor, a mature troll with a golden decoration on his body rested his chin on one hand, leaning on the throne thoughtfully.
He is Rastakhan, the contemporary god-king of Zandalari, and the person reporting the situation under the throne is a member of the Zanchuli Council, a devout believer of the Velociraptor Gonk, and the war druid Leddy.
After listening to Leidy's report, Rastakhan's expression became a little gloomy.
"Don't worry about the intruder yet."
"Zul, your prophecy has come true. The blood trolls have begun to attack Loa. Sirik... I am afraid that the situation is in danger."
Next to Leidy, an old troll wearing a high metal hat sighed softly: "Your Majesty, if possible, I really hope these ominous predictions are wrong."
"Unfortunately, the spirit of all things did not lie to me. This day has finally come."
Rastakhan's eyes flickered: "Prophet, what is your suggestion? To fight or not to fight?"
A cold light flashed in Zul's eyes: "Fight! Although I don't know what happened specifically at the scene, the blood troll did suffer heavy losses in the battle with Toga. This is an excellent opportunity."
"but……"
Zul bowed respectfully and saluted Rastakhan: "Before going out to the battle, we must first obtain the blessing of Raizan so that the soldiers will not be bewitched by the blood god G'huun for a certain period of time."
Rastakhan pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the other members of the Zanchuli Council.
"What's your opinion?"
Yazma, the high priest of the spider goddess Shadra, glanced at Zul with dissatisfaction and stood up to express his opinion without hesitation.
"Although I'm not interested in Zul's nagging prophecies, as the old guy said, now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. While the blood troll's vitality is severely weakened, maybe we can defeat Nazmir in one fell swoop!"
The chief disciple of the pterodactyl Lo Apaku, the magic lord Lo, hammered his chest hard.
"Your Majesty, please give the order! The pterodactyl knights are already ready for battle!"
Rastakhan closed his eyes and was silent for two seconds. When he opened his eyes again, he had made up his mind, and his eyes were full of determination and majesty.
"Pass my order, all the generals will lead their troops to assemble at the Zurga camp, and the priests will also be willing to assist Loa!"
"When King Loa sends his blessing... Zul, you will lead the elite vanguard and attack Nazmir as quickly as possible. Try to eliminate the living force of the blood troll before the blessing disappears, leaving no one alive!"
Zul took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee with sincerity: "Zul took the order, with the help of Lazan and many other Loa, and Zandalari's elite warriors, this battle... will be won!"
Rastakhan nodded heavily, strode to the edge of the throne platform, raised his right hand proudly and shouted to the whole city in a loud voice: "Zandalari will live forever!"
"Zandalari endures forever!"
…
The little butterfly is still unaware of the effects of flapping its wings.
When flying to the middle of the sea, Sarlayan saw the Zandalari patrol fleet from a distance. He immediately took back the dragon man and transformed into the water. He transformed into a killer whale and dived into the sea to continue moving forward.
After successfully returning to the Thornspeaker's den in Drustvar, the fatigue accumulated through multiple use of dragon transformations hit him all at once.
After holding on to his strength and handing the ritual knife into Orfa's hand, Sarlayan fell down in front of him and fell asleep.
Under the influence of the powerful self-healing ability, the wound on Sarlayan's body caused by the void energy bomb has long since healed, but a trace amount of void energy still remains near the wound.
Olfa noticed this and looked worriedly at Sarlayan, who was sleeping like a dead pig.
"It seems that you encountered some unexpected situations that I didn't expect."
Under Orfa's personal care, Sarlayan slept for three full days.
"Bang!"
As soon as he woke up and before he could stretch his body, Sarlayan was hit on the head.
"Ouch!"
Sarlayan, who had just gotten up, was still a little confused. He looked around sleepily. Orfa, who had a serious look on his face, was sitting in front of him.
"Who told you to use Dragon Transformation randomly! You even used it several times in a row!"
"Didn't I tell you not to try it rashly before the spell is completely under control?"
"What? Wings**, my warning didn't work?"
"Uh~"
Sarlayan spread his hands helplessly: "I encountered an unexpected situation and accidentally mastered the dragon transformation under the stimulation of external forces. After that, there were a series of accidents, so I had to act a little randomly."
"Bang!"
Olfa angrily raised the Bear Claw Sarlayan and hit him on the head again: "Are you a little bit messy?"
"That is to say, your boy is born with a strong physique and great vitality. If an ordinary person comes here and overdrafts like you do, ten lives will not be enough!"
【Ha ha! Nothing wrong, just messed up. 】
【Ah ah ah ah! Time skipped again. In the past three days, I couldn't watch Xiao Sa's beauty in her prime while she was asleep. I was losing blood! 】
The audience composition of Sarlayan's otherworld live broadcast room is very complex. There are new and old gamers of Warcraft, cloud players, as well as unrelated fans and passers-by who join in the fun.
When the live broadcast first started, Saryan's big beard and ugly shaved head almost put fans away.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Sarlayan to shave off his beard, leaving behind those good-looking female fans who shout "giegie straw nest" all day long.
After experiencing the battle of Grim Batol, Sarlayan's short, short hair quickly grew longer under the catalysis of the infusion of external life force, and his long, silver hair reached to his waist.
Thalayan himself was not used to long hair, and once settled into the Thornspeaker's den, he once wanted to shave it into a shaved head.
After a lot of barrage of "bloody letters", he reluctantly agreed to keep his hair. Under the guidance of Princess Gianna, he tied his long silver hair into a high ponytail so as not to affect his activities.
During the battle with the Faceless Men, the rope that bound Sharlayan's hair unfortunately broke.
At the last moment before cutting the scene, the barrage gave a glimpse of Sarlayan's sleeping appearance.
The loose silver hair fell randomly around the handsome face inherited from the high elves, and the lines on his face did not look as cold and hard as when he was awake, making his appearance even more beautiful.
This scene completely broke through the psychological defense of female fans, and when the screen transitioned to black, there was a lot of chicken crows on the barrage.
Taking the time to glance at the barrage, Sarlayan's face suddenly darkened.
'...This is too dirty. '
After beating Sarlayan, Orfa sat back down on the ground.
"Tell me, what did you encounter on Zandalar Island? Why is there residual void energy on your body?"
Sarlayan bit the headband he had just taken out of the space package and pulled up his loose hair with increasing proficiency.
"It's a long story. I really encountered a lot of things on this trip."
"As for the void energy, it was left over from the battle with the Faceless Men."
…
After recklessly using the dragon-human transformation three times in a row that he had not fully mastered, Sarlayan's body was overdrawn and could not be recovered in just three days.
Just in time, Orfa planned to take advantage of this period to teach the final balance spell to Sarlayan, who was temporarily unable to move freely.
"The things I taught you before are no different from those of orthodox druids, but from today on, you will personally experience the difference between Thornspeakers and druids."
"Reach out your hand."
Sarlayan stretched out his trembling right hand obediently, and Olfa pressed his bear paw on it.
"Concentrate your mind, don't make any resistance, and understand it with your heart."
A cold energy flowed into Sarlayan's body along the bear's paw.
Different from the vibrant natural energy, the concept this energy brings to Sarlayan is that of decay and death, which is completely opposite to the nature of the power of life.
"This is the power of death."
Withdrawing the energy that flowed into Sarlayan's body, Olfa solemnly warned: "The Druid's balance system pursues the balance between arcane magic and nature, while the Thornspeaker's balance is to regulate life and death."
"The ultimate goal of the Thornspeaker is to use his own hands to form a true life cycle between the two powers and solve the ultimate problem that troubles countless mortals."
"Lifespan limit."
Sarlayan scratched his head with an honest expression: "But, I don't need to worry about lifespan, so isn't this ultimate goal meaningless to me?"
Orfa's original serious expression suddenly became distorted, and he raised his bear claws with a ferocious face, which was specially used to teach naughty children.
"You kid is deliberately looking for trouble, right?!"
【What the hell? Orfa, you're a big-eyed guy with thick eyebrows, but you're also selling melons? 】(To be continued)
