There are very few living people on the main island of Azsuna. Apart from the night elves and ghosts, they are blue dragons, and there are also some wild animals that are not afraid of dangers and still live in this desolate area.
As for goblin arenas and dwarf expeditions, they did not exist during this period.
In addition to these local residents, there are also a group of "new neighbors" who have moved from next door Suramar in recent decades.
The withered one.
Sarlayan had already planned to go to Suramar, and learned from the barrage in advance the origin and characteristics of the withered spell, a local "specialty" of Suramar.
The Withered were originally night elves living in Suramar City.
In the early days of the War of the Ancients, the city of Suramar, governed by the Grand Magister Elisande, had always stood on the side of Queen Azshara and provided help to the demons who invaded Azeroth.
At first, the demonic actions of the Burning Legion were relatively restrained, and they would only attack lower-level night elf civilians.
But as time goes by, demons, creatures on the chaotic side, gradually reveal their uncontrollable side, and some upper elves also begin to be affected.
From this moment on, Elisande began to doubt whether Azshara's decision to cooperate with the demon was correct.
After some discussions with his advisors, Elisande decided to withdraw from this increasingly uncontrolled war.
She used the Eye of Aman'Thul, the Pillar of Creation kept by Suramar, to raise a huge magic shield, enveloping the entire city of Suramar in a defensive barrier, completely isolating it from the outside world.
After the sky fell apart and the Well of Eternity exploded, the upper elves in Suramar City lost a stable source of magic power.
At this time, Elisande stood up again, creating a new source of magic through the power of the Pillars of Creation, and named it the Night Well.
Since then, Suramar has remained isolated from the outside world, spending ten thousand years of contentment, and changed his racial name to the Children of the Night.
After all, the Dark Night Well is not an orthodox magic spring. There is a limit to the number of people its magic power can support.
Although the fertility rate of elves is low, if the time scale is stretched to ten thousand years, several batches of new generations can be born no matter what.
The population of Suramar has not increased due to the arrival of these new generations. It still maintains a fixed number of people, because the Nightwell can only support so many people.
What to do with the extra people?
The withered ones roaming the wilds of Suramar are the answer.
Without a supply of magic power, the children of the night, whose brains were burned out by magic addiction, gradually lost their minds and turned into a crazy withered man.
Withered magicians will only instinctively pursue magic power and will not consider the difficulty of obtaining magic power.
These creatures that cannot be controlled by anyone are no different from wild beasts, and even lack the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm that living creatures should have.
As the number of criminals in Suramar exiled outside the city for various reasons increased day by day, the number of withered ones naturally increased.
Once exiled from the city, it is only a matter of time before the Children of the Night, who are deprived of magic power, become withered. No matter how strong a person is, they cannot endure the long-term torture of magic addiction.
More and more withered ones will inevitably backlog each other's living space, and some withered ones followed the fluctuations in the magic source and came to Azsuna.
According to Senegos, most of them live near the ruins of Zahnar's Ley Network to the east of the Blue Wings' habitat, and they make a living by sucking the raw magic that spills out of the chaotic Ley Line nodes.
The raw magic power that has not been purified by the magic network is very violent. If it is absorbed rashly, it will cause irreversible damage to the human body.
The withered magicians can't care about that much, as long as they can satisfy their endless desire for magic power.
However, the side effects do exist. The withered ones who absorb the original magic power become more and more manic. They will instinctively attack all the creatures around them and absorb the trace magic power in their bodies.
Over time, except for the withered spells, there were no longer any living creatures near the ruins of the Zahnar Magic Network.
Unable to satisfy their appetite, the Withered Ones could only expand outwards, gradually offending the blue dragons in Blue Wing Habitat.
As mentioned before, withered magicians never know what it means to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and they still dare to attack dragons when they encounter them.
In their view, these big guys flying in the sky are active sources of magic power. Just one of them can be absorbed by the entire tribe for a month.
But the giant dragon is not a vegetarian. Even if there are only young dragons in the blue wing habitat, it can still easily repel the invading withered ones.
But having been entangled with these tireless and fearless monsters for a long time, the balance of payments that Blue Wing Habitat could barely maintain was broken, and the available arcane energy became less and less.
Stellagosa has repeatedly suggested that everyone take the initiative to deal with all the Withered Ones once and for all.
But every time, Senegos rejected his granddaughter's proposal on the grounds that it was not conducive to the subsequent development of the habitat.
Continuing to drag on like this is just a slow death, and Senegos himself knows this very well.
But his concerns are also justified. The battle with the Withered Ones will inevitably consume a large amount of Habitat's energy reserves. After the battle, the Habitat's energy reserves may be unable to make ends meet.
Senegos wanted to find an opportunity to discuss countermeasures with Inas, who was visiting again, but since he left last time, Inas has not come again until today. valley
Through the information provided by Sharlayan, Senegos knew that Inas had been plotted by the ancient god N'Zoth and had been sleeping until recently.
And as soon as she woke up, she started to cause trouble for the ancient gods again. She was currently blasting C'Thun in Silithus with other teammates.
Before leaving last time, Inas jokingly mentioned that it might be her son who comes next time.
Senegos didn't take it seriously at the time, but he didn't expect her words to come true.
As a matter of course, Sarlayan inherited the problems his mother left behind.
"Actually, it's still the same problem."
Sharlayan scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Why do you have to face it alone? Even if you don't want to move back to Cordala, you can ask other blue dragons for help."
Senegos smiled bitterly and shook his head: "When I left Kaudala, the War of the Ancients had not yet begun."
"The blue dragons were almost wiped out in a great war, and Malygos went crazy because of the massive deaths of Sindragosa and her people. None of my old acquaintances survived."
"The new generation of blue dragons were all hatched with the help of other dragon clans after the ancient war. They have no connection with me. I can't help but ask for help from the juniors I don't know."
Sharlayan frowned, looked at Senegos with an unkind expression, and asked in a somewhat rude tone: "Your face is more important than the survival of the tribe?"
"shut up!"
Senegos himself did not respond, and Stellagosa stood up first to stop Sharlayan's rude behavior.
"This is an internal matter of Blue Wing Habitat. What qualifications do you, an outsider, have to speak out..."
"Little Xingxing, step back."
Stellagosa tried to argue dissatisfiedly: "Grandfather! He went too far. I..."
"I said...back off."
Senegos, who had been smiling since the meeting, darkened his face. Sharlayan and others felt a weight on their shoulders at the same time, and the powerful dragon's power pressed them in place, unable to move.
This wave of dragon power comes and goes quickly.
Just a few seconds later, Senegos coughed violently, and the powerful power before seemed to be just a short-lived illusion.
'This old blue dragon...has two brushes. '
Although the power of the dragon is only fleeting, judging from the sense of pressure that was not inferior to that of the Dragon King, Senegos's strength at his peak was definitely not weak. He even defeated the green dragon warrior Eranikus and the old red dragon. Above Talanistraz.
With such a powerful fighting force, it would be too wasteful for him to continue lying down like this.
Sharlayan's provoking methods are not completely ineffective, which can be seen from Senegos' sudden attack regardless of his physical condition.
His main target was not his beloved granddaughter, but the outspoken Sarlayan.
Sarlayan was not the kind of person who would surrender when threatened. He still stiffened his neck and continued to question: "You said that all your old acquaintances are gone, what about Alecos?"
"He is Malygos' advisor. You don't know him, right?"
"Elegos?"
Senegos opened his eyes slightly, looked at Sharlayan in surprise and asked, "He is actually still alive? I thought..."
Sarlayan sneered: "Alecos was ordered by the Spellweaver to stay in Kaudala before the start of the War of the Ancients, and he luckily escaped."
"In the final analysis, you didn't bother to explore the post-war situation in Kaudala at all. You just shrank your head and hid in Azsuna like a turtle, indifferent to everything in the outside world!"
"Is your attitude of being non-active, irresponsible and non-responsive worthy of those heirs in the habitat who trust you completely!"
Sharlayan's sharp questioning made Senegos fall into silence, and Stellagosa looked at Sharlayan with a somewhat complicated look.
The magic pool in the Blue Wing Habitat fell into silence for a while, and only the roars of dragons and the sound of fighting outside the habitat could be vaguely heard.
Judging from the movements caused by both sides, it was obvious that the Blue Dragon side had the upper hand.
"Hey~"
After a few minutes, Senegos sighed deeply and finally broke the silence and spoke again.
"You are not the first person to point out this problem. Maybe... I am really wrong."
Senegos looked at the sky with a confused, yet relieved look: "Salayan, your outspoken temperament without fear of authority is exactly the same as your mother's."
"It seems it's time to make a change."
