As dragons, Sharlayan and Stellagosa theoretically don't need much sleep time, but this does not mean that they will stay awake for a long time.
The dragon's body will not suffer from a decline in immunity like a mortal's due to staying up late, but the spirit will still feel tired.
If conditions do not allow it, Sharlayan and Stellagosa will also restore their energy through sleep.
It wasn't that Sarlayan disliked Valeela for sleeping too much, but that he was worried that she would have the idea of "I am an outsider", which would affect her mood.
It's not that Sarlayan is just talking nonsense, there are indeed some clues in Valeera's emotional changes.
Recently, Sharlayan and Stellagosa often stayed up late to run errands with Onyxia, but Valeera was the only one who needed a fixed amount of rest every day.
Although she didn't say anything, Valeera, who had always been strong-willed, felt quite depressed about this. She didn't want to be excluded from the people around her.
Sarlayan tried to infuse Valeera with life force, but due to his inability to find a way, the life force injected into Valeera's body could only take effect for a short time, and the conversion efficiency was extremely low.
Now that the high elves in Northrend are still at war, it is impossible for Sharlayan to abandon his compatriots who are fighting in the north and run back to Northrend alone to resolve personal matters.
Not to mention that he couldn't pass the test in his heart, Valeela, who always put the overall situation first, would not allow Sarlayan to do this.
Stellagosa pointed to Sarlayan's sleeping bag and used the soul link to say to him: "You can take a nap for a while. I will guard you for the rest of the night. It's not far from dawn anyway."
Seeing that Sarlayan was about to retort, Stellagosa forcefully pushed him back into the sleeping bag with her magic hand.
"Stop talking nonsense and go to bed quickly. Why are you being polite to me? It just so happens that I can confirm the whereabouts of those trolls through the eyes of the familiar."
"Uh~"
Now that the words have come to this point, Sarlayan can only accept Little Xingxing's kindness with a wry smile.
"Okay, remember to wake us up on time."
…
At around 5 o'clock in the morning, when Sarlayan came out of his sleeping bag in high spirits after smelling the fragrance, Valeela and Stellagosa had already come under the tree and started preparing breakfast.
Breakfast is grilled fish, which Stellagosa caught from the lake early this morning.
If it weren't for the worry that too much noise would wake up Sarlayan and Valeera, Stellagosa would have wanted to catch the crocodile that tried to hunt her in the water and beat her teeth as a sacrifice.
The fish freshly caught from the water is so delicious that you only need to sprinkle it with a handful of salt to make a delicious meal.
After happily finishing their breakfast, Stellagosa waved her fingers to draw a magic tracking line on the ground. The three of them only needed to follow the clues to find the location of the crow familiar.
Sarlayan transformed into a great white deer in traveling form, carrying Stellagosa and Valeera at high speed through the forest.
When they were about to reach the area where the familiar was, Stellagosa's long elf ears suddenly trembled.
"stop."
Sarlayan moved from motion to stillness smoothly, and Stellagosa closed her eyes, shutting off other senses and listening intently to the sounds in the distance.
"It's the sound of fighting. Those trolls migrating south are in trouble."
On the last short stretch of the road, the three of them approached cautiously.
Arriving on a hill with dense vegetation, they finally saw the battle that Stella Gosa was talking about.
Darkspear troll combatants are fighting another group of jungle trolls that are several times their own.
Although the leader of the Darkspear leader is brave and good at fighting, he is unable to defeat the four-handed army with two fists. Suppressed by the opponent's absolute numerical superiority, the Darkspear troll has been defeated and may not be able to hold on for long.
The trolls that are hostile to Darkspear are probably from the Skullsplitting clan.
From Sharlayan's point of view, it doesn't matter who wins or loses. He just wants to ask for directions. Anyone can do it, Dark Spear or Skull Splitting.
However, Danmaku raised objections to this.
[You also have to consider who is better at communicating with Skull Splitter or Dark Spear. 】
[The Skullsplitting clan is one of the overlords of Stranglethorn Vale. They have always been domineering and still maintain the bad habit of cannibalism. 】
[Trolls and elves are feuding, and will the Skullsplitter clan, which is at its peak of power, really patiently communicate with you? I'm afraid that the communication will not reach the stomach. 】
[Look at the Darkspear Trolls, now is when they are at their weakest. 】
[If you can lend a helping hand in times of need, not to mention turning enemies into friends, but asking for directions, at least you won't be rejected, right? 】
Sarlayan did not have the luck of a certain orc destiny savior. As a member of the elves, he did not dare to expect that the trolls would have a good impression of him, and it would be a waste if they did not fight directly.
"emmmmm..."
Sarlayan weighed it up and thought that what the barrage said made sense.
"Valeela, Stella, do you think... the skull-splitter troll will communicate well with us?"
"ha?"
Valeera asked with a puzzled look on her face: "What are you talking about in your sleep in broad daylight? How can a troll communicate well with us elves?"
Stellagosa also smiled and shook her head: "I can probably guess what you mean. If you want to choose between directions, I suggest you choose another group of trolls with a smaller number of people."
"Not to mention whether they are willing to talk or not, even if they fall out...it will be easier to deal with then."
"Hmm...that makes sense."
Sarlayan took off Valajar's two swords from his back: "Then... let's prepare for battle and wait until the Darkspear Troll can't hold on any longer before we rescue others."
"It doesn't matter to us how many people the trolls die anyway. It's better to add icing on the cake than to provide help when the time is right."
No matter how much the barrage persuades from a God's perspective, Sharlayan will not have mercy on the trolls, even if the other party is the Darkspear troll who may become one of the protagonists of Azeroth in the future.
Perhaps after actual contact with the Darkspear Trolls, Sarlayan will change his views because of their different views from other trolls, but at least for now, he will not treat the Darkspear Trolls preconceivedly.
The chief of the Darkspear trolls is named Senjin. He is a powerful troll who has studied both the witch doctor and warrior professions. He is now in the prime of life.
Sen'jin's strength was obviously higher than that of the other trolls present, and there was no master on the Skull-Splitter troll side who could face him head-on.
"Weird thing."
Sarlayan touched his chin with a strange expression: "A small clan like Darkspear can actually cultivate such a talent. Is it really destiny?"
Netizens are not familiar with Sen'jin. They are familiar with Sen'jin's son Vol'jin, the next chief of the Darkspear Trolls.
Sarlayan specifically searched among the old, weak, sick and disabled people protected by the Darkspear warriors, but was surprised to find that none of the young trolls had special treatment.
"You're not going to go to the battlefield too, are you?"
Turning his attention to the Darkspear warriors who were fighting the Skull-Splitter Troll, Sarlayan actually discovered a relatively short troll.
This young troll was protected at the back by other warriors, but he did not fish for fish. Instead, he danced the traditional voodoo dance of trolls all the time, blessing his comrades on the front line with various enhanced states.
"The witch doctor...is he him?"
[Probably so. Judging from his height, this kid is probably not yet an adult, but he has already entered the battlefield early. He is very talented. 】
[Those troll warriors protected him intentionally or unintentionally, probably not just because he was a witch doctor with a high status in the clan, but probably because he was Wo'jin himself. 】
Although Sen'jin was unmatched on the battlefield and young Vol'jin also performed well, the father and son were ultimately unable to reverse the overall defeat with their own strength.
As the Skullsplitter Trolls sent their elite troops to surround Senjin, their numerical superiority was finally revealed.
Seeing that the Darkspear Troll could no longer maintain its defense line under the enemy's onslaught, Sarlayan took the lead in standing up from a half-crouched state.
"It's time to save people."
"Okay~"
Valeela habitually pulled up her mask, activated stealth and disappeared from the spot.
After Sharlayan stepped on the ground and jumped out of the hill, only Stellagosa remained in place, holding the staff of the meteor in her hand and preparing a great spell.
The Darkspear's defense was defeated at this moment. Young Vol'jin gritted his teeth and tried his best to assist the Darkspear warriors in the battle, but in the end he was unable to do anything. He could only watch helplessly as those ferocious Skull-Splitter Trolls killed him. Join the civilian ranks.
In battles between trolls and troll clans, they usually only kill the enemy's vital forces and useless old men, and take the other party's women and children back to their own clan.
Just as a skull-splitter troll smiled and tried to grab the "beauty" of a dark spear troll, the "hidden weapon" thrown with great force from the side penetrated his neck.
"Ho!"
Before dying, he looked down in disbelief. Only then did the Skull-Splitting Troll find a long sword growing out of his neck.
"The enemy...attacks..."
"Bah!"
Sarlayan, who followed closely, grasped the hilt of the sword again and chopped off the head of the skull-splitter troll. Blood sprayed on the face of the dumbfounded troll beauty.
The troll beauty looked at the short and handsome man who rushed into the enemy formation and killed people with a face full of astonishment, and questioned in a low voice in disbelief: "High Elf?"
