When Sarlayan and his party entered the city, Azjol-Nerub's senior officials were gathering in the palace and arguing fiercely.
Anub'arak stood on the throne platform and looked helplessly at the noisy ministers.
The battle situation on the front line was urgent. Even the brave and skilled neruben lord Anub'Rekhan died at the hands of the undead. This bad news quickly exploded among the top leaders of Azjol-Nerub.
Today, the ministers of Azjol-Nerub are roughly divided into three factions.
The capitulation faction, the stubborn resistance faction, and the transfer faction.
Both the capitulation faction and the stubborn resistance platoon are easy to understand, and the core ideas of the transfer faction can be summarized in one sentence.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no need to worry about running out of firewood.
As long as the decision-makers headed by King Anub'arak are still there, the country will not perish. Sooner or later, there will be a chance to regain the territory captured by the undead natural disaster.
The three parties each hold their own opinions and do not give in to each other. Each has its own reasons. As a king, Anub'arak does not know which faction he should lean towards.
"Hey~"
Looking at the noisy ministers in the audience, Anub'arak sighed desolately.
"If it weren't for the large number of main combat forces that dare not pull back, the mere undead... hmph!"
"Stop! Who are you! Why are you breaking into the palace!"
Just when Anub'arak was hesitating to use the last resort, the loud shouts of the guards came from outside the palace gate, and the sound even surpassed the meeting hall like a vegetable market.
"This is……"
Anub'arak moved his tentacles: "Amplification spell?"
"I am Polvar Skye! The sole heir of the fallen Border Lord Nurich Skye! I have something important to report to His Majesty the King!"
"It's about the survival of the kingdom, you all get out of my way!"
"Bold! You..."
The conflict outside the door made the ministers who were noisy and noisy stop, and turned their heads to look at the still closed palace door as if they were gossiping.
"enough."
Taking advantage of the silence in the meeting hall, Anub'arak loudly ordered to the door: "Guards, let them in."
"...Yes, Your Majesty."
"Squeak~"
The heavy obsidian door slowly opened inward, and Anub'arak immediately saw the familiar young noble walking in the front.
"Polva Skye, I still remember you. Your family is very loyal to the royal family and has been guarding the borders for the kingdom for thousands of years... It's a pity."
Anub'arak is a huge crypt spider demon. His race is several times larger than the ordinary nerubians, and he is born with powerful fighting talents.
The Crypt Nerubians have an extraordinary status in Azjol-Nerub, with King Anub'arak and the fallen chief general Anub'rakhan both being the leaders of the clan.
It is precisely because of the extraordinary status of the Crypt Spider Demon that the death of the powerful Anub'rakhan will have a huge impact on the top management of Azjol-Nerub.
In terms of combat effectiveness alone, King Anub'arak is probably the only one in the country who can stabilize Anub'rakhan.
In Sharlayan's view, these ministers who blindly worshiped the combat power of the Crypt Spider Demon were a bit funny, and their state of breaking through the defenses without authorization also made him dumbfounded.
Sarlayan has been emphasizing that before transcending the limits of mortals and entering the realm of demigods, an individual's power is insignificant on a battlefield with tens of thousands of people.
Even Sarlayan, who has dragon blood, can only transform into a flying ball once surrounded by an army.
Large scale dragon breath?
Sarlayan can indeed kill dozens or hundreds of people with one breath, but when the number of enemies reaches thousands or even tens of thousands, what effect can a few breaths of dragon's breath have?
During the defense of Yangfan Port, Sarlayan had already proved this truth with actual actions.
Even the incarnation of Ursoc with strong defense will still be able to break through the enemy's continuous spell bombardment.
Sarlayan didn't know the details of Anub'Rekhan's death, but based on the blind admiration of these nerubians for the crypt neruben clan, the nerub demon lord who was flattering all day was probably dead. Without knowing how much he weighed, he rushed into the enemy group.
Then... there is no more.
Caught in the midst of a fearless and tireless undead horde, flightless Anub'rakhan has only one way to escape.
underground.
But here comes the problem. After this period of fighting, the natural disaster side resurrected many crypt demons. In terms of burrowing ability, the crypt demons who have no pain and no fatigue are more powerful than the living nerubians.
In any case, the final result of that battle was the death of Anub'rakan. The Nerubian army, which had been highly morale due to the chief general's personal participation in the battle, experienced ups and downs, and its morale collapsed almost instantly.
When Sarlayan was trying to review the death of Anubrekan under the real-time translation of Vesina, Polva was a little excited and half-knelt on the ground, bending his legs and kneeling respectfully to Anu who was standing on the throne platform. Barak saluted.
"Your Majesty still remembers my and my father's names. The Skye family is honored!"
Anub'arak encouraged Polva for a few words, and then turned his attention to the most conspicuous foreigners present.
"Outsiders, tell me your name. Why did you go deep underground into the territory of the Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub?"
Anub'arak's words surprised Sarlayan, Valeera and others.
Not because of the discursive content of this inquiry, but because of the language itself.
Anub'arak actually spoke it in Elvish language with a clear accent. Based on the tone that was slightly different from Thalassian, Sarlayan speculated that this should be used by the ancient high elves living in Northrend. Local dialect.
[Let me see, who else in Azeroth doesn’t speak a second language besides their mother tongue? 】
[Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is not surprising. 】
[Since the Dark Night Empire, which was at its peak at the time, accidentally established contact with Azjol Nerub, it is normal for the Nerub bug people who admire the brilliant culture of the Dark Night Empire to learn Elvish language. 】
[Just like in the early years when we advocated looking westward, we frantically learned the eagle language of the Ansa people? 】
【stop! Don’t talk about state affairs. 】
The origins of the nerubians can be traced back to the Dark Empire and the Yaqir Empire, and their ancestors can be considered to be rich.
However, even at their peak, the Troll Empire and the Dark Empire, regardless of their combat power, still had a large gap with the Dark Night Empire in terms of culture and art.
These soft powers hardly work in war years, but they always work well in peacetime.
When the culture was strong, the Dark Night Empire attracted a large number of foreigners who came here to learn the language of the elves, just to better experience the splendid culture and art of the Dark Night Empire.
The Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub was one of them.
After being surprised for a while, Sarlayan and the others quickly came to their senses.
In any case, it is a good thing that Anub'arak understands Elvish. If Vesina, who is not proficient in Elvish, is used to translate, there will inevitably be some mistakes.
Led by Sharlayan, Stellagosa, Valeera, Shista, and Onyxia all bowed politely to Anub'arak.
"Honored King of Azjol-Nerub, powerful Nerubian Anub'arak, it is an honor to meet you."
"I am the investigation envoy appointed by Wyrmrest Temple, Sharlayan Deep Shadow. These three are my companions, Valeela Sangunar, Shista, the blue dragon Stellagosa and the black dragon Ao Nyxia."
"According to the order of Wyrmrest Temple, we came here specifically to investigate the reason why the Nerubians appeared on the surface."
"Longmian Temple..."
Anub'arak's eyes are very small compared to his huge body, but his eyes are very smart, no different from other intelligent races.
Sarlayan clearly saw Anub'arak's eyes fluctuate, and he had obviously heard of the reputation of Wyrmrest Temple.
"That's it. Please, your envoy, apologize to the powerful Dragon Clan on my behalf."
"The Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub has no intention of entering the ground. Those poor people who lost their homes in the war temporarily fled to the ground for refuge."
"I promise that as soon as the war between Azjol Nerub and the Undead Scourge ends, the refugees will be able to return to their hometowns and resettle."
"Is the war over...?"
Sarlayan smiled meaningfully: "Your Majesty the King, let's go straight to the point."
"With all due respect, the Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub, which just lost a general, is really confident that it can repel the undead of the Scourge?"
Anub'arak's eyes became sharp: "What does the envoy mean by these words? Do you think we will be defeated by the undead?"
Sarlayan nodded without hesitation: "Based on the current situation, it is assumed that Azjol-Nerub, who is already in decline, is no match for the Undead Scourge, which is becoming more and more brave as it fights. If we cannot find an opportunity to break the status quo... the destruction of the country and the genocide is probably just around the corner. In front of you."
