Sarlayan: "What's going on in the desert of Kalimdor? Can anyone tell me more about it?"
The barrage also noticed Sarlayan's serious attitude and began to describe the situation in the desert-related areas in southern Kalimdor.
[There are three deserts in southern Kalimdor, namely Tanaris, Silithus and Uldum. 】
[Among them, Uldum has always been in a state of seclusion and has almost no contact with the outside world. This can be excluded for the time being. 】
[Tanaris is the hometown of the Sandfury Trolls, and Zul'Farrak, the capital of the Sandfury Trolls, is located in this area. 】
[The Sandfury Trolls were once a branch of the Jungle Trolls. Due to an earth-shattering incident, the original Tanaris rainforest turned into the desert it is today. 】
[In order to adapt to the new environment, the jungle trolls living in the local area gradually evolved into the current Sand Fury Trolls. 】
[In addition to the Sand Fury Trolls, the Tanaris Desert also hides a group of bosses - the dragon guardians, the Bronze Dragons, who have settled in the Cave of Time since ancient times. 】
Under Valeera's concerned eyes, Sarlayan touched his chin thoughtfully.
"The Bronze Dragon... As a member of the Dragon Clan, Dad shouldn't easily conflict with the Bronze Dragon, right?"
[We think so too. Excluding Tanaris, there is only one possibility left. 】
[Silithus, the main battlefield of the Quicksand War, the sphere of influence of the Qiraji. 】
[C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon among the Ancient Gods, is sealed in the underground of Ahn'Qiraj in the south of Silithus, behind the Wall of Quicksand. 】
[Now that we know that your parents have been pursuing information related to the Old Gods, based on Julian’s movement trajectory, it is speculated that he should have chased Cho’gall to Silithus, where he met C’Thun’s servants— —The Qiraji clashed. 】
[But after guessing this, problems also arise. 】
[The worms and C'Thun of the Qiraji Empire are still sealed in the Wall of Quicksand. How did Cho'gall and Julian come into contact with the qiraji empire? 】
[This issue is not explained clearly in the chronicle. Cho'gall somehow bypassed the wall of quicksand and hooked up with C'Thun. 】
[In fact, it can be explained by forceful explanation. The Wall of Quicksand is specifically aimed at the ancient gods and insect people, and has no binding force on other foreign races... Although I think this explanation is quite nonsense. 】
Sarlayan ignored the debate about the settings of Wall of Quicksand after the barrage. He had already gotten the answer he wanted.
"Silithus...it seems that after rescuing and settling my mother's soul, I need to go to Kalimdor as soon as possible, at least to tell my father the good news."
Valeera looked at Sarlayan who had come up with the answer without permission with a question mark: "Silithus? Are you sure Julian is there?"
"uncertain."
Sarlayan said ambiguously: "It's just a speculative conclusion drawn by the elimination method."
"There are not many deserts in Kalimdor. Since there is no danger in Uldum and Tanaris, the only answer is Silithus, where the Battle of Quicksand took place."
Sarlayan has liked reading history books related to wars since he was a child, so it is not surprising that he knows about the Battle of Quicksand.
Valeera nodded thoughtfully: "The Battle of Quicksand... I remember it seemed to be a war between the night elves and the Insect Empire, right?"
"The night elves who rushed to join the fight were beaten badly. It was only thanks to the help of the dragon clan that the situation of the battle was turned around."
Sarlayan nodded noncommittally: "It just so happens that I am very curious about those distant relatives who have been verbally criticized by the high elves. Maybe this trip to Kalimdor can make some contact with them."
Valeela spread her hands helplessly: "Okay, I will go with you. Anyway, the task given to me by the Sun King is to protect you."
"However, it is better to focus on rescuing your mother now. Are you sure you will not be eroded by the death power of the Blighted Realm?"
Sarlayan shook his head: "Not yet. The power of death is not easy to control. I still need some time."
It can be seen from the previously poorly controlled kobold soul that Sarlayan's necromancy proficiency still needs to be polished.
Fortunately, there is still more than a month left before the time limit given by Olfa, and Saryan is confident that he can meet Olfa's standards before the test begins.
…
In the Burning Plains, the decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde has entered a fever pitch.
The disadvantage of the tribe is very obvious, both in terms of military strength and morale.
After fighting with the tribe for several years, the Alliance soldiers finally saw the dawn of victory. With high morale, they defeated the weak orcs steadily.
All the orcs who had drank the blood of demons, without exception, had a significant decline in strength. Even the Saurfang brothers, who had always been brave enough to move forward, felt that they were unable to do what they wanted.
The fatigue from the depths of their souls made them want to fall asleep, and they could only rely on their firm will to wave the two-handed battle ax in their hands.
The weapon that was once a decent weight now feels extremely heavy in the hand.
Even the strong-willed senior generals looked like this, and the other orc soldiers were even more abandoned. Not long after the war started, they were killed by the alliance and abandoned their armor. The defeat was obvious.
Today, only a few orcs in the entire tribe, headed by Orgrim, can still maintain normal combat effectiveness.
These people have one unified characteristic. They have never drank the stinky green blood of Mannoroth, and they have been spurned as cowards by their green-skinned compatriots who actively pursued power.
But these orcs who stick to their beliefs are too rare in a tribe with a large number of people to affect the overall situation.
The situation on the battlefield is now very clear, and the alliance's advantage over the tribe is getting bigger and bigger like a snowball.
Lothar, who was in charge of the central army, did not need to personally play. He commanded and dispatched the alliance army assembled from the major human kingdoms.
"Roar!"
While Alliance Grand Marshal Lothar and his adjutant Turayan were discussing the battle situation, a loud war cry suddenly came from the center of the battlefield.
A small group of orc elites, led by a mature orc holding a warhammer, walked in the opposite direction. As a sharp arrow, they took the lead to break into the alliance's well-defended position.
"Anduin Lothar!"
The leading orc, in his prime, shouted some lame human lingua franca to the alliance troops.
"I, Orgrim Doomhammer, Warchief of the Horde, challenge you to a glorious duel on Mac'Gora! The winner will live, and the loser will die!"
The people who know you best are often your worst enemies.
In order to defeat the orcs, Turayan collected a lot of information about the customs of the orcs, and learned about the dueling method of Makgora from some orc captives.
Makgora is a traditional one-on-one duel among the orcs. No one is allowed to interfere until death.
The rules of the duel are decided upon by both parties involved in the battle. If they are not mentioned specifically, it means that the default rules are adopted. Those who violate the rules will be despised by all orcs.
Although Lothar is also a powerful legendary warrior, he is old and does not have an advantage in fighting Orgrim who is in his prime.
Turayan saw through Orgrim's plan at a glance. He wanted to boost the morale of the tribe by killing the alliance's military leader. Taking advantage of the alliance's loss of leader and chaos, the tribe might be able to find a chance to make a comeback.
But now that the alliance has the absolute upper hand, Turayan believes that there is no need for Lothar to accept Orgrim's desperate challenge, as long as he continues to maintain the battlefield situation and push forward all the way.
Just when Turayan was about to reject Orgrim's provocation on behalf of Lothar, who was also his teacher and friend, Lothar, whose hair had already turned gray, stopped him.
"marshal?!"
Turayan turned around in surprise and asked Lothar with a calm expression in disbelief: "You don't want to agree to his unreasonable request, do you? We don't have to at all..."
"Turalyon, I know."
A faint smile appeared on Lothar's face: "This is my choice. Old soldiers should not die in a hospital bed. Death on the battlefield is the most suitable destination for me."
"But……"
Turayan still couldn't understand why Lothar would accept this duel with unequal conditions when he had all the advantages.
Lothar didn't explain much. He smiled and patted Turayan on the shoulder: "I'm not asking for death. I accept this duel with a certain degree of confidence."
"But if I am unfortunately defeated and die...Turalyon, the Alliance will leave it to you."
Before the astonished Turayan could react, the smile on Lothar's face quickly faded, and he shouted to the attendants beside him in an old but still energetic voice: "Bring me my sword and shield!" ( To be continued)
