Facing the obviously dissatisfied glares from Valeera and Stellagosa, Sharlayan shrugged with a smile.
"This is what you said yourself. Share the work. You won't regret it so soon, right?"
Valeela's rising momentum suddenly stopped: "That's what I said, but..."
Stellagosa shook her head dumbfounded: "We are using our own words to shut up, right?"
"Okay, someone has to stay and take charge of the overall situation, but..."
Stellagosa and Valeera looked at each other for a while, their eyes flickering, as if they were communicating privately through the soul link channel.
The corner of Sarlayan's mouth twitched: 'Soul Link is not for you to use for this...'
Under Onyxia's attention, which looked like she was enjoying the show, Valeera and Stellagosa pulled the confused Histra over and said something to her in a whisper.
Sharlayan could guess with his creaking nest that he must be looking for an informant to spy on Onyxia again.
Tinagosa was still forced to stay in the Demonic Nexus by Saragosa. Without this most useful little watcher, Valeera and Stellagosa could only do the next best thing and find someone who was not a threat to them. people to perform this task.
The status of this monitor cannot be too low, otherwise he will not be able to follow Sarlayan for a long time and wait for orders. Shista is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.
Sharlayan was too lazy to pay attention to Valeera and Stellagosa's little actions, and turned around to explain the next actions to Vesina and Polvar.
"You want to infiltrate Ankhet?"
After learning of Sarlayan's plan through Vesina's translation, Polva looked at Sarlayan in surprise.
"Listen to my advice. That damn place has long been occupied by the fallen. Aren't you asking for your own death if you go in?"
Sarlayan smiled and waved his hand: "I have my own sense of discretion. You don't have to worry about my safety."
"I have ordered Stellagosa to send a message to Shandalar. Reinforcements from Quel'Thalas will be coming along the tunnel soon."
"Vesina, I hope that you will continue to act as an intermediary and guide the troops of Quel'Thalas to the front line without hindrance."
"Valeela and Stellagosa will also assist you and try to ensure that the armies of the two tribes do not have unnecessary conflicts due to misunderstandings."
Sarlayan's hiring strategy has always been to use familiar people instead of raw people. Those who are familiar with the company know the basics and are more confident to use.
Although Vesina keeps saying that she is confused, she has never caused any problems at work, and she is considered a talent worth using.
The appearance of the high elves and the nerubians are hugely different, and they do not understand each other in the same language. Misunderstandings can easily occur if there is a slight miscommunication.
The Nerub refugees who had no intention of attacking before were driven and attacked by the yak and walrus people is a clear example.
Valeela and Stellagosa knew that Sharlayan had always been very opinionated, and once he decided on something, it was difficult for him to change his mind.
As Sharlayan said, the transition between Quel'Thalas' reinforcements and Azjol Nerub needs someone to keep an eye on them.
In the absence of Sharlayan himself, only Valeera and Stellagosa, who have served as the marquis' secretaries all year round, are qualified to sit on his behalf.
Valeera was a little dissatisfied with Sarlayan's "escape", but she also knew the situation in Northrend caused by the ancient god Yogg-Saron and the great harm to the city of New Shandalar.
After witnessing Sarlayan and Onyxia leading a dozen elite Faldorei scouts into stealth, Vali stretched out her hands and patted her cheek.
"Huh~ Vesina, let's start taking action. Could you please lead the way back to the royal city first?"
…
The Fallen were fighting fiercely with the troops at the Azjol Nerub border defense line. Both sides were completely focused on the enemy, and did not notice Sharlayan's group quietly sliding past the edge of the battlefield.
"Um?"
As soon as they bypassed the main attack force of the Fallen and officially entered the Ankakht realm, Sarlayan immediately frowned.
"The concentration of void energy here is too high. No wonder the fallen who have lived here for a long time have been transformed into life forms from the inside out."
Compared to Azjol-Nerub, where the air is fresh and vaguely smells of earth, the air in the lower Ankhet region is filled with an unpleasant smell.
Including Sarlayan himself, the rich void energy in the atmosphere made people extremely uncomfortable. Only Onyxia, who has the power of the void, behaved as usual.
Onyxia put her chin in her hand and made a rough estimate: "If there is no big error in my calculations, except for me, you can only stay in this environment for an hour at most, and Sharlayan should be able to last half a year longer. Hours."
"After this time, the void energy will break through the protective barrier I have placed on you and corrode your body."
Sarlayan smacked his lips in displeasure: "Tsk! Is it a poisonous circle? This environment is really disgusting."
After adjusting his mood, Sarlayan regained his composure.
"Without further ado, let's hurry up and hope to find valuable information within this hour."
Azjol-Nerub's buildings are often maintained, and their appearance looks bright and exotic to Sharlayan and others.
Ankhet's architectural style is in the same vein as Azjol-Nerub, but the Fallen, who are all soldiers, are not in the mood to maintain the buildings like the people of Azjol-Nerub.
These poor people who have completely become Yogg-Saron's puppets only have the concept of "master's orders" in their minds, and apart from that, they only have some physical instincts.
Thanks to the confused appearance of these fallen ones outside of the battle, the infiltration operation of Sarlayan and others went very smoothly.
Unfortunately, time was limited and we were unable to go deep into the core area of Ankhet, the ancient kingdom.
Perhaps it was precisely because of the weird environment here that Yogg-Saron never expected that someone would forcefully sneak in despite the extremely high void energy concentration, which allowed Sarlayan and his team to find some useful information.
"The Faceless Ones..."
The infiltration time is approaching the critical point, and the defensive barrier released by Onyxia for the team members is already crumbling.
The Faldorei scouts headed by Shista evacuated first. Sarlayan was able to resist for a while with the physical fitness derived from the dragon race, and stayed behind to continue deeper with Onyxia.
In what appears to be an open space in the Ankhet City Square, a faceless man with the iconic Jebel face is waving his tentacles and giving orders to thousands of fallen people.
Neither Sharlayan nor Onyxia could understand the language of the ancient pantheon, but through their body movements, they could probably guess what the Jebelface was saying. It was nothing more than ordering the Fallen to continue to maintain control of Azjol-Nerub. Pressure on border defenses.
Sure enough, after Jiebao's dancing performance, the degenerates with dull eyes left the square in an orderly manner, turned around and rushed towards the front line.
Sarlayan made a rough calculation and found that the number of reinforcements should be nearly 10,000.
The life form of the fallen has long been transformed by Yogg-Saron, and they no longer have the ability to reproduce that living things should have. Every one of them dies, and they can only increase their strength by capturing Azjol-Nerub people.
This time Yogg-Saron also spent a lot of money, determined to take advantage of Azjol Nerub's weakness to launch a big wave.
Seeing that there were only two or three kittens around Jiebao's face, Sarlayan's eyes flashed.
Onyxia asked through the soul link at the right time: "Do you want to take action? As long as you can take care of the elite guards around you, I am 100% sure that I can take it down."
Sarlayan narrowed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds: "Fuck! It's not easy to capture the prisoners of the Faceless Men. Although these guys have varying strengths, their status is not low. They are the mouthpieces of the ancient gods."
"If we can extract some information from this guy's mind, our adventure will be worthwhile."
"OK."
Onyxia clenched the Blade of the Dark Empire that had left her body in her hand.
"With Xal'atath's 'friendly assistance', as long as this guy has something in his mind, I can definitely dig it out for you."
"be prepared."
Sarlayan took a deep breath: "3, 2, 1...action!"
Due to the extreme environment of Ankhet, the Faceless Man who had just finished his "speech" never thought that there would be enemies ambushing him in the rear.
When the silver wolf transformed by Sarlayan flashed out and bit the first Fallen's neck, before the faceless man could react, a black shadow followed Sarlayan and rushed in front of it.
"Hello, and then...goodbye."
"boom!"
The dungeon rising from the ground cut off the faceless man's sight. Just as it struggled to break free, a slightly familiar scimitar suddenly penetrated its neck from above, interrupting all the faceless man's struggles on the spot. Activity.
Sarlayan is very fast in the form of a silver wolf, and once his claws strike, he will definitely end a fallen action.
"Roar!"
The last arcane moonlight cannon ejected from the mouth completed the clearing. Sarlayan and Onyxia simultaneously transformed into dragon form and took off in accordance with the pre-discussed plan.
"Let's go! Oni, let me carry this guy, you are responsible for opening the way!"
"Okay~Follow me!"
"hold head high!
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