Meeting Garona was undoubtedly a surprise.
As Garona said, neither Sharlayan nor Valeera understand Orcish.
After all, the orcs are an invading race from outside. They have entered Azeroth less than 10 years ago, and they have even less time in contact with the high elves. The full amount of time they can take is only a few months after the defense of Quel'Thalas.
The foreign languages Valeera learned in the Backlight include Human Common, Gnome, Dwarf and Troll, covering most of the large intelligent races known to Azeroth.
The language of the orcs has not yet been included in the scheduled learning items, and it is said that the matter is being discussed internally within the Backlight Blade.
But because leader Villes has not returned from his trip, he has not yet been able to make a decision.
"Speaking of which..."
After Garona left in a hurry, Sharlayan held the Twilight Hammer-related record text she had translated in his hand and scratched his head in confusion.
"Didn't you say that Uncle Veles came to Silithus in advance to investigate the situation? Why has no one in Cenarion Fortress heard any information about him?"
Valeela was not surprised by this.
"After all, the Backlight Blade is an espionage organization hiding in the shadows. Although most countries in the Eastern Kingdom know that such an organization exists in Quel'Thalas, their understanding of it is only superficial."
"Even if Master Verless has arrived in Silithus, he will not directly contact the druids of Cenarion Fortress, and will also put on a layer of disguise when purchasing supplies."
Sarlayan asked in confusion: "Why is this? Haven't we already reached strategic cooperation with the night elves on the Battle of Quicksand?"
Valeera shook her head: "No matter how close an ally is, they will not tell each other all their secrets without reservation. In order to avoid another disagreement between the two races after the war, the necessary precautions cannot be put down."
"Ha...that's really troublesome."
Sarlayan asked slightly irritably: "So? How are we going to find Uncle Villes? We should be able to get some useful information from him."
Valeela smiled confidently: "Leave this to me. The Backlight Blade has its own secret communication method."
…
Before leaving the cave and returning, Sarlayan and Valeera stayed to carefully study the text left by Garona.
Garona's activities in Silithus are mainly concentrated on the west side of Cenarion Fortress and around the Twilight's Hammer camp.
Not to mention other information, just the news that there is a bug nest under the Twilight's Hammer camp is worth the trip for the two of them.
Sarlayan adopted the advice provided by the barrage and named the insect nest that had not yet been fully exposed the Zora Hive.
…Although he didn’t know why the barrage was named that way.
When the two were preparing to return to Cenarion Fortress, an extreme climate common in desert areas suddenly came.
Sandstorm.
The endless yellow sand is blown up by the strong wind, and the visibility to the outside world is almost zero. If you move forward rashly, you may be buried in the sand.
As a last resort, the two of them could only temporarily give up the idea of returning and hide in the cave to wait for the sandstorm to subside.
Valeera looked at the sand and dust whizzing by outside the cave, and said with some emotion: "Fortunately, Garona left early. No matter how powerful a mortal is, they can't compete with the disasters of nature."
"Mortal...?"
Sarlayan looked at the ground thoughtfully: "Can the dragons move freely in this extreme climate?"
Valeela jokingly joked: "Who knows, why don't you go out and give it a try?"
Sarlayan complained angrily: "I'm not a legendary creature yet. Do you want me to go out and die?"
The loud noise of the wind and sand making it difficult to accurately capture other sounds.
Sarlayan was too lazy to distinguish the various strange noises, but Valeela, who had received professional training, remained alert under such conditions.
While she was relaxing and chatting with Sarlayan, her expression suddenly changed.
"Shh~"
Holding up her finger in front of her mouth to signal Sarlayan to stay quiet for the time being, Valeela lowered her body and entered the stealth state, leaving Sarlayan alone to act as a bait.
'Here we go again...'
Sarlayan, who had a good rapport with Valeela, immediately understood her plan.
After standing up and stretching his body, Sarlayan seemed to maintain a relaxed posture, but in fact he was ready to fight at any time. Quel'Sera was leaning against the mountain wall within easy reach.
When Valeera and Sharlayan were preparing for battle, a small group of orcs in strange costumes braved the sandstorm and rushed to the cave. It must have been a coincidence that they found this refuge.
'Twilight's Hammer. '
Sarlayan did not launch an attack immediately, but stood straight on the spot, deliberately looking at the embarrassed group of people with a puzzled expression.
"#&@!"
Seeing that there were already people in the cave, the green-skinned orc at the head pointed at Sarlayan with a bad attitude, and said something in his mouth.
It's a pity that Sharlayan can't understand Orc language.
After rolling his eyes in front of several people, Sarlayan said with a smile: "Can you speak human language? (Human lingua franca)"
[Grass, true human words. 】
[Pun intended, old Yin Yang Master. 】
Obviously, the general education level of the orcs needs to be improved. None of the five orcs in this team can speak the common language of humans.
But after all, they have lived in Azeroth for 7 years. They can't speak, but they can probably understand it without any problem.
But this did not change the attitude of these Twilight's Hammer orcs. They still acted as if they were sure of victory, and pointed at Sharlayan arrogantly, as if they wanted to drive him out of the cave.
"Ha~"
Sarlayan was not angry but was happy. He kicked the lower part of Quel'Sera's sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword and put it on his shoulder.
Sarlayan: "This situation is like the saying you mentioned."
"It's free to spank your children on a rainy day."
Confirming through the soul connection that Valeera was in position, Sarlayan stopped talking nonsense, put back the half-smiling expression on his face, and launched a charge at a speed that the orcs could not react to.
"Thank you so much for coming to our door to relieve our boredom!"
"Bang!"
The impact of powerful kinetic energy forcefully knocked an orc out of the cave, exposing him to the sandstorm again.
At the same time, Valeela emerged from the shadows, and stabbed the other orc's lower back mercilessly with her poisoned daggers.
This group of nervous Twilight's Hammer orcs were not very strong. With the upper hand, the two of them ended the battle in less than 2 minutes.
Due to the language barrier between them, Sarlayan had no intention of keeping him alive. Anyway, he couldn't get any useful information out of him.
Just when he raised Quel'Sera and planned to kill the last orc squad leader with his sword, a thin flying knife suddenly flew in from outside the cave.
"Ding!"
Sarlayan: "!!!"
The force of this flying knife was acceptable, and it hit the middle of Sarlayan's sword, deflecting his attack just a little.
"boom!"
The big sword grazed the side of the orc's ear and hit the ground, and the dust splashed up made the orc grin.
Without waiting for the surprise, the orc turned around and ran away. At the same time, the other two flying knives fired into the cave accurately hit his palms, pinning him firmly to the ground.
"who?!"
Sarlayan took a step back alertly, held Quel'Sera upright in front of his chest, and assumed a defensive and offensive posture.
'To be able to maintain the stability of such a lightweight flying weapon in a sandstorm... The strength of this person is definitely not simple. '
Valeera's expression became a little weird as Sarlayan's mind was wandering.
"etc."
Valeera raised her knee and hit the wailing orc on the temple, causing the orc to tilt his head and faint without saying a word.
Squatting down to check the shape of the flying knife, Valeera breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't be nervous, this is Backlight Blade's standard flying knife, one of our own."
"Haha~"
A familiar voice came from outside the cave, and a figure covered in yellow sand walked in despite the not-so-strong sandstorm.
"It's been a while since I last saw you. You've both grown up a lot."
"Wow!"
Shaking the sand on his robe, the visitor took off his full-covered hood and slightly pulled down the dust mask covering his mouth and nose, revealing a handsome face that both Sarlayan and Valeera were very familiar with. face.
"Don't rush to kill this orc yet, I have something else to ask him."
"uncle?"
"Master Villeless!"
