With the help of the bronze dragon's breath of time, the broken quicksand scepter was finally recast after thousands of years.
The scepter looks like a drumstick, and its usage is similar to beating a drum, except that it beats a beetle gong.
Once the Beetle Gong is sounded, the seal of the Beetle Wall will be completely lifted, and the Qiraji and C'Thun locked within the wall will threaten Azeroth again.
Nowadays, the various races in Azeroth are not ready for a decisive battle with the Qiraji Empire, and Sharlayan does not intend to open the door and enter in a big way.
Watching Sarlayan transform into flying form and carry Valeera away, another portal opened next to Anachronos, and Alecos in mortal form strolled out from the other end of the door.
Anaclos's mood was a little restless.
After the three friends were trapped in Ahn'Qiraj, Anachronos had been blaming himself very much.
Why was I the only one lucky enough to escape?
This problem plagued Anachronos for nearly 1,000 years.
Now that he finally saw a glimmer of hope, the Bronze Dragon Prince was worried about gains and losses.
Although he knew that his three friends were already in danger, he still couldn't help but hold on to his last glimmer of hope.
"Alecos, do you think... those two children can succeed?"
Alecos replied with a calm expression: "You, a bronze dragon, can't see the future clearly, so how can I know?"
"At this point, we can only stay in a distance and pray."
"May the Titans bless them."
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In order to ensure safety, Sarlayan chose to take a detour through Thousand Needles Forest last time.
This time, he decided to take a different route, crossing Tanaris into Un'Goro Crater, taking the shortest path to Silithus.
As soon as they entered the crater area, Sarlayan and Valeela received a warm "welcome".
The pterodactyls flying in the sky shrieked and surrounded Sarlayan, who had transformed into a flying dragon form. At a glance, there were at least a dozen of them.
Before receiving training from Remulos, Sarlayan's flying form had no combat effectiveness, and he could only evade in embarrassment when encountering fierce enemies in the air.
With his understanding of transformation and the dragon family, in just one week, Sarlayan's unique dragon transformation technique has been improved a lot under the guidance of Remulos.
Dragon breath is an innate talent of the dragon clan. Even baby dragons can spit out some small fireballs that are not very powerful.
Of course, Sarlayan also has the talent of breathing dragon breath, but due to the inertial thinking of mortals, he has never developed it carefully before.
Through Remulos' guidance, Sarlayan's flying form finally gained some combat capabilities.
Although it is still far from the human form he is most accustomed to, at least he will no longer be beaten unilaterally in aerial combat.
"Valeera, hold on tight!"
Sarlayan took a deep breath, and scorching flames began to accumulate in the chest of the flying dragon.
"hold head high!"
Against the full-speed charge of more than a dozen pterodactyls, Sarlayan's dragon mouth spurted red flames of life.
The few pterodactyls rushing at the front were unprepared and were hit by the dragon's breath. They immediately screamed and fell to the ground, with varying degrees of burnt blackness on their bodies.
Wild animals are afraid of fire. This is the law of nature.
With a sudden attack, the originally menacing pterodactyl hurriedly braked in the air, flapped its wings vigilantly and floated into the air, watching helplessly as Sarlayan broke through the blockade and flew into the distance.
It is the nature of living things to bully the weak and fear the strong.
After confirming through bloody lessons that the enemy was not easy to mess with and had no intention of invading their territory, the pterodactyl didn't want to cause any more trouble, so it dispersed on the spot angrily, as if nothing had happened.
"So this is what Un'Goro Crater looks like."
After breaking out of the pterodactyl siege, Valeela looked down from the air with great interest.
A crater, as its name suggests, is actually a basin surrounded by mountains.
Sandwiched between the two large deserts of Tanaris and Silithus, Un'Goro Crater is not affected by any wind and sand. Looking down from a high altitude, it is actually a green area in front of you.
The most eye-catching thing was the active volcano in the center of the crater. The billowing smoke spewed out from the crater, forming a gray-black obstruction in the sky, forcing Sarlayan to fly in a detour.
Affected by the volcano, there are many large and small smoking hot springs throughout the crater.
The barrage also started a chattering discussion. Someone mentioned that if there were not too many dinosaurs of all kinds, Un'Goro Crater might be developed into a tourist destination with these hot springs. valley
Someone soon criticized him for thinking too much, and Freya warned with an iron fist.
Sarlayan was not interested in this topic. He was focused on the dark oil field in the north of Fire Feather Mountain.
According to the barrage, these dark and greasy substances are called oil, which is called black gold in their world. It is a non-renewable energy source produced by the planet.
If the physical rules of the two worlds do not deviate too much, this black viscous liquid can even replace arcane energy to a certain extent and drive a variety of engineering creations including autonomous puppets.
'Let's write it down first. '
Azeroth doesn't have the science that Danmaku talks about, but it does have engineering with similar principles.
Sitting on the infinite energy source of the Sunwell, the high elves never had to worry about energy supply issues and did not invest much energy in engineering research.
There are two races with profound engineering attainments, one is the goblins from the Kezan Islands, and the other is the dwarfs who still remain in the Alliance of Lordaeron.
Something will happen to the sun well sooner or later, and Sarlayan plans to use oil as a backup energy source, perhaps for a temporary emergency after losing the energy of the sun well.
But it's too early to say this now. If you have time in the future, you can go to Gnomeregan and discuss the uses and refining methods of oil with the dwarves face to face.
After passing the hot spring area in the western part of the crater and continuing over the mountain, Sarlayan and Valeera officially entered the desolate Silithus Desert.
Compared to Tanaris, the sands of Silithus are darker and the atmosphere of the entire area is more oppressive.
"It should be the influence of C'Thun."
Accelerating in the direction of the beetle wall, Sarlayan said to Valeela with a solemn expression: "You can feel the oppressive atmosphere outside the seal, let alone behind the wall."
"After crossing the seal, don't believe any temptations that arise in your heart. They are all tricks played by the ancient gods."
Twisting the will of the ancient gods is what they are best at. If you are not careful, you may be seduced by them and fall.
Sharlayan initially disagreed with Valeera's participation in this operation, but her attitude was very firm and she repeatedly promised that she would not be deceived by C'Thun's rhetoric.
Before leaving, Remulos cast a Blessing of Peace on each of Sarlayan and Valeera, which could protect their souls for a month and alert the police immediately if they were attacked by the souls of the Ancient Gods.
There are almost no living creatures in the vast desert of Silithus, which is even more desolate than Tanaris.
A well-ordered camp can be seen in the north of the middle of the desert. This is the fortress where the Cenarion Circle is stationed, and it has been monitoring the Scarab Wall for thousands of years.
In order to prevent the Qiraji from alerting the Cenarion Keep, Sarlayan did not plan to have contact with the local night elves.
After folding his wings and landing near the mountains in the eastern part of the desert, he could only walk on his legs for the rest of the way.
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Over the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, a large number of insect-men that look like giant bees are patrolling back and forth in the air.
"Huh~"
After confirming that the patrol troops were gone, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of one of the ruined buildings.
This person is wearing a gray-yellow robe similar to the color of the sand, and his whole body is covered by the cloak. He seems to be integrated with the environment. Without careful observation, it is difficult to find that there is a person here.
"Hey~ What a bad luck."
As the only foreign mortal within the Beetle Wall, the man in robe sat down against the ruins of the wall, smiling bitterly to himself.
"If I had known better, I shouldn't have ignored you and just followed Gu'gall out."
"Now it's fun. When will this long escape end?"
"Sorry, Julian, we delayed your escape opportunity."
A translucent red shadow appeared next to the man. It was a projected red night elf. His body seemed not to be here.
Julian waved his hand carelessly: "Forget it, that's it anyway, let's find a way to survive first, and then we can go out when the next quicksand battle starts."
"...Fortunately, I live long enough and can afford to wait."
The red figure smiled helplessly: "We..."
Before he finished speaking, the expression of the red night elf suddenly changed.
"This is……"
Julian raised his eyebrows in confusion: "What's wrong? Karen, is C'Thun going to start torturing you again?"
"No……"
The man in red named Karen looked a little strange: "I sensed that a fellow red dragon entered the Beetle Wall."
