Elisande's obsession with the timeline of the Eye of Aman'Thul is deeply rooted in her bones.
Under Thalyssra's anxious attention, Elisande's expression changed for a while, but he still could not make up his mind to officially open Suramar and achieve full cooperation with Quel'Thalas.
"Prince Kael'thas, please allow me to think about it again."
Kael'thas was a little disappointed with Elisande's hesitation. She didn't expect that the words would come to this. She still had doubts about whether to open it to the outside world.
Just when Kael'thas was about to reluctantly agree, Sharlayan suddenly stood up.
"Qiang!"
Pulling out the sword inserted into the ground, Sarlayan pointed the tip of the sword at Elisande with an unruly expression.
"It seems that you are still stubborn. Then let me teach you what you learned from the Eye of Aman'Thul."
The corner of Kael'thas's eyebrows twitched: "Salayan, don't make trouble, let the great magister think about it carefully."
Sarlayan looked at Elisande and smiled disdainfully: "Your Highness, don't you understand yet? This great mage has been fascinated by the power of the Pillar of Creation and is trapped in the cycle of time. "
"If we can't wake her up as soon as possible, Suramar will be closed to the outside world again sooner or later, and everything we do will be in vain."
Elisande turned his gaze to Sarlayan with a sinking face: "Junior, you provoke me again and again. Do you really think I have no temper?"
"ha!"
Sarlayan's fighting spirit soared, and he retracted his sword and held the hilt with both hands.
"You are so old that you are superstitious about the false pictures shown by a mere artifact. Let me shatter your illusions and show you the bloody reality!"
"I would like to know if the name Sarlayan Deep Shadow appears in the many timelines you have observed!"
Thalyssra, Serana and others did not expect that Sharlayan would be so reckless and challenge the great magister who holds the Pillar of Creation without fear.
Sarlayan has already observed with the eagle eye technique. Elisande's arcanist level is as high as 59, which is only one step away from the limit of mortals.
It was probably her overindulgence in the Eye of Aman'Thul that delayed her from continuing to improve her own strength. Otherwise, Elisande might have become a mortal at the same level as Malfurion and Tyrande.
After the battle with Trilliax, Sarlayan's level rose to 46, which is 13 levels behind Elisande.
Moreover, Elisande holds a Titan artifact, and her actual combat power will be stronger than her level.
Kael'thas couldn't understand why Sarlayan insisted on provoking Elisande regardless of the strength gap between the two sides.
"Young man, your courage is commendable, but your choice is too reckless. Let me teach you on behalf of Prince Kael'thas what it means to respect your predecessors."
Elisande's expression gradually became dull, and in contrast, her eyes became dark purple.
The Eye of Aman'Thul is also placed in the center of the Nightwell. It is impossible for Elisande to interrupt the city's power supply and take it out to fight the enemy.
But even if he can't control it personally, Elisande, who has studied the Eye of Aman'Thul for many years, can remotely invoke part of its power.
When he looked into Elisande's magnificent purple eyes, Sarlayan, who was about to launch a charge, suddenly felt his world spinning.
When he lowered his center of gravity and regained his balance, the scene before him was very different from before.
He is no longer located on the upper level of the Tower of Night, but appears in a huge city that is far more prosperous than Suramar today.
Dozens of green meteorites fell from the sky with long tail flames, and fell all over the city amidst the panicked cries of the night elves in the city.
These meteorites caused considerable aftermath after they landed, and a large number of exquisite night elf-style buildings were collapsed.
This is not the end.
The meteorite that landed on the ground unfolded itself very strangely and turned into a huge structure composed of green flames and stones.
[Isn’t this the hellfire wash that the Burning Legion used to do? 】
[By the way, where is this? Fantasy? How could there be a Burning Legion in this era? 】
Sarlayan observed the surroundings thoughtfully. There were many ferocious monsters with flesh wings passing over the city. They did not show any obvious hostility towards the residents in the city.
Even those hellfires did not attack the city, but took great strides towards the outer circle of the city.
Sharlayan: "If I guess correctly, this should be Suramar during the War of the Ancients."
"That's right."
Elisande's distant voice came from outside the sky. Sarlayan's eyes were dazzled, and the next second he was transferred from the center of the city to another place.
Compared with the relatively peaceful city of Suramar, what is now presented to Sharlayan is a hellish scene.
Countless demons are besieging a castle that is leaking from all directions, and huge hellfires will fall from the sky from time to time.
"This is... Black Crow Castle?"
Although the appearance was quite different, Sarlayan still recognized it based on his familiarity with Black Crow Castle.
"You actually know Black Crow Castle, it's rare."
Elisande, who was hiding somewhere, said condescendingly: "Feel the weight of time for yourself and feel the tragic battles that happened in the past."
"Time...heh~"
A sneer appeared on Sharlayan's face: "Don't think I can't see it. This is just a false illusion created by you combined with the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul, but... that's fine."
"boom!"
Sarlayan jumped into the air and jumped straight from the city wall into the atrium of Black Crow Castle where demons gathered.
"Roar!!"
Since the roar of the dragon comes with an increase in attack, Sarlayan has become accustomed to shouting with his hands.
Under the concussion of the dragon's roaring sonic attack, some fluctuations occurred at the edge of the fantasy world.
The demon's physical fitness was far superior to that of mortals. The dragon's roar only made them pause for a moment, and then they took up the weapons in their hands and rushed towards Sarlayan who dared to take the initiative to provoke him with a ferocious expression.
This illusion must have been experienced by Elisande personally. All aspects were restored very well, and the demon guard wielding the sword looked very realistic.
"clang!"
Holding Quel'Sera in front of him, he blocked several weapons that were attacking him. Sarlayan used the force to counterattack while slashing out revenge, and first eliminated the demon guard that rushed forward.
The Felguard are the backbone of the Burning Legion.
In layman's terms, they are high-level miscellaneous soldiers.
Each Demon Guard is at least level 35. It is not difficult to deal with them individually, but there are too many of them to handle.
Although Sarlayan looks reckless, he will not easily risk his life in battle.
While fighting and retreating, Sharlayan ensured that no more than four Demon Guards would appear around him at the same time.
With the strong physique derived from the dragon clan, he could stand firm among the enemies, and any minor injuries would heal automatically soon.
The temporary comrades around Sarlayan changed one after another, and most of the soldiers in Black Crow Castle could not last more than 10 minutes.
When he moved the battlefield and retreated to the castle tower, Sarlayan unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.
Jarod Shadowsong, he was right beside Kurtalos Ravencrest, who was killing everyone.
Because this is just an illusion, the expressions of all NPCs look a little stiff.
Sarlayan: "This will never end. Help me think of a way to break through this illusion?"
[Either find the core of the illusion, or break it with force. 】
[This illusion is in chaos due to endless fighting. It is not easy to find the core. I suggest breaking through it directly with force. 】
[Xiao Sa, do you still remember the boundary that fluctuated after being affected by the roar of the dragon? Go there and force the illusion through! 】
"Just what I wanted!"
Driving the increasingly concentrated power of the red dragon in his body, Sarlayan jumped from the castle tower and transformed into a young dragon with golden scales in mid-air.
"Huh?"
Elisande, who was paying close attention to the whole process, made a sound of surprise from outside the illusion.
Before she could think about it carefully, Sarlayan in dragon form took a deep breath.
"hold head high!!"
By highly compressing the power of nature, Sarlayan spewed out a stream of life flames, leaving a burning trail in the courtyard of Black Crow Castle. A large number of demons were affected and burned to charcoal on the spot.
After clearing a path and finding the boundary of the illusion, Sarlayan concentrated his firepower and once again used dragon breath for explosive output.
"Ding!"
As the first crack appeared on the boundary of the barrier, the illusion was quickly broken through, and all the images in front of him turned into memory fragments and disappeared.
After the illusion was shattered, Sarlayan's consciousness reawakened in his body. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Elisande with a look of surprise on his face and twinkling eyes a few steps away.
"You...are a dragon?"
