The intelligent species of Azeroth have learned to use water and fire to destroy enemies as early as ancient times.
Although these two most primitive powers of nature are difficult to control at arm's length, they are very useful in certain circumstances.
Sharlayan didn't originate the Firelings; he learned them from the unconventional Fandral Staghelm.
Most Druyin cherish nature very much. In order to avoid damaging the forest trees when killing forest spirits, they are reluctant to use fire attacks in the forest.
But Fandral is a big Dru Yin with a radical attitude.
No one will doubt Fandral's love for nature, but he will not be as pedantic as other Dru Yin, and will choose the most efficient solution based on the current situation.
Valshalar Druin, headed by Rensa Gianthoof, suffered greatly from the forest elves. The forest elves did not dare to attack the night elves' settlements, but once in the wild, groups of these little bastards would harass them crazily. People who go out are very annoying.
Rensa Gianthoof also tried to gather troops to destroy the forest spirits, but these cunning guys would flee as soon as they saw the large army dispatched, scattering and hiding in the woods without a trace.
This strategy of avoiding large enemy forces and harassing small groups of enemies is quite similar to Drust, but the combat effectiveness of the two is completely different.
Although Drust's coordination is difficult, at least their individual combat effectiveness is strong enough.
Once the forest elves were left alone, Sharlayan even doubted that they would be able to defeat the weak goblins.
Of course, an empty-handed goblin without any explosives.
Fandral once used some tricks to lure the forest elves in Val'sharah to a waterhole. With the help of the elf dragon, he created a large-scale illusion, trapped all the forest elves in it and set them on fire.
There was obviously a pool of water next to it, but the forest elf who had been possessed by the illusion turned a blind eye, screaming and spinning around in circles.
That fire attack burned tens of thousands of forest elves to death at one time and lost their group advantage. The surviving forest elves could only hide near their habitats with their tails between their legs and never dare to jump out to cause trouble again.
There are ready-made homeworks to copy, so Sarlayan doesn't need to think too much. As long as he can copy Fandral's configuration, the most important thing is to find a group of helpers who are good at illusions.
The elves headed by Moonberry happen to be good at illusions, and the fairy wood spirits, Sylvain and Vokain who have long had a grudge against the forest elves are also willing to contribute to Sarlayan's plan.
With the joint efforts of many residents of the Val Fairy Forest, the forest elves that haunted the forest were cleverly lured to gather near the pool in the south of the fairy forest.
The forest elves were once very surprised when they had an "accidental" encounter with other members of their race.
At this time, the goblin group led by Moonberry set up a large-scale illusion barrier around the pool.
From the Lin Jing's subjective point of view, all the nearby pools turned into a black greasy liquid with a pungent smell.
Due to the effect of illusion, all the forest elves did not feel the abrupt change of the environment, and they subconsciously stayed away from the disguised open-air crude oil pools.
"It's disgusting!"
There is also black oil flowing on the wet ground. When the forest spirits step on the oil, they will show a very obvious look of disgust.
However, the crude oil dumped on the ground was not an illusion, but an accelerant arranged by Sarlayan in advance.
"it's time."
Sarlayan turned to look at the Wild Hunt team leader who was guarding the Val Fairy Forest: "Let's do it."
"Hiss~"
The female Vokayin took a deep breath, pulled out the bow string with a solemn expression, and untied an arrow with a flaming arrow. Dozens of Vokayin beside her also followed suit.
"Fire the arrow!"
Under the command of the squad leader, all the rockets were thrown into the grass where the forest elves were walking.
"tumultuous!"
The crude oil on the ground was quickly ignited by the fire. Lin Jing, who was surrounded by the fire, woke up from a dream and turned around like crazy to escape.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Some Sylvain and Immortal Wood Spirits had already blocked the forest elves' retreat. The Immortal Wood Spirits controlled the plants on the ground to grow wildly, forming a wall of grass and trees, trapping the forest elves trying to escape in a circle of fire.
Lin Jing, who had suffered a huge loss, had already realized the role of the black liquid at their feet, and subconsciously avoided the pools of black crude oil next to them, thus missing their only chance of escape.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Help! We don't dare anymore!"
"Mother!"
The screams one after another in the fire circle made Sylvain and the goblins who had set up the siege look unbearable. The fairy wood spirit who had been harmed by the forest spirit and the more disciplined Wokayin were relatively calm.
Yue Berry, who maintained the illusion barrier, also had a look of pity on her face.
"Salayan, is it really necessary to go to this point? Being burned alive is too..."
Before Sarlayan could reply, Tashmuir retorted in a deep voice: "Lady Moonberry, I admire your kindness and compassion, but please do not use these precious feelings on your enemies."
"You are not a local in the Val Fairy Forest, and you don't know much about what these bastards have done to our people. All I can say is...this is the retribution they deserve."
Yueberry was a little unhappy being blocked, but she also knew that Tashmuir's words made sense.
After all, Moonberry, who came from the heart of the forest, was not the victim and could not intercede for these forest spirits on behalf of the local people.
Sarlayan echoed Tashmuir's words and said, "Moonberry, there are also little bastards called forest spirits in my world."
"You should also know that the night elves in Azeroth love nature. They have established friendly relations with most of the intelligent races living in the wilderness and call them great natural allies."
"However, these natural allies happen to not include forest spirits. Why do you think this is?"
Moonberry looked at the forest elf who was still struggling in the fire circle in confusion: "Is this species called forest elf really so annoying?"
"Ha~" Sarlayan chuckled noncommittally: "Believe me, you don't want to be neighbors with them."
"Imagine that 50 pranks that are 100 times worse than goblins happen every day around your home. How would you feel as the victim of the prank?"
Tashmul: "Kill!"
Moonberry: "..."
…
This fire attack and ambush killed thousands of forest elves at once.
When the immortal wood spirits brought the pool water and the sand that had been prepared to extinguish the fire, the area burned by the flames had burned into a white ground, and the ground was covered with charred and curled black coals.
This devastating loss is enough to make the forest elf survivors who live near the Val Fairy Forest remember it for the rest of their lives. They will definitely weigh the gains and losses more carefully when they think of unscrupulous pranks in the future.
The serious troubles in the Vaal Fairyland were finally relieved, and the refreshed Tashmuir readily abided by the agreement and told Sharlayan and Moonberry where the Thornspeakers were.
"Heartwood Forest?"
Tashmuir nodded: "Yes, Heartwood Forest is not far to the east of this town."
"It is a relatively desolate forest land. The local residents of Ardenweald dislike the bad environment and are unwilling to live there."
"About 2,000 years ago, a large group of Drust people hurriedly fled into the Heartwood Forest. They were never seen again. We thought they had already left."
"It wasn't until not long ago that the forest elves harassed all races near the Val Fairy Forest indiscriminately. Only then did the scouts of the Wild Hunt discover a small group of Drust people who were being chased by the forest elves."
Tashmuir said with some confusion: "It's strange to say that the habits of that group of people are completely different from the Drust people we are familiar with."
"What they use is not the dark and twisted power of death, but the power of life full of vitality."
"When faced with the pursuit of the wood spirits, they did not kill the enemy like other Drust people. Instead, they fought and retreated. They used plants spawned by natural magic to block the wood spirits on the narrow mountain road and took advantage of the opportunity. Get away.”
Tashmuir's qualifications are not old. When Drust first entered the Shadow Realm, he was just a sapling.
"Hmm~" Moonberry, who looks young but is actually rich in experience, said thoughtfully: "Does it look like Drust when he first came to Ardenweald thousands of years ago, with a peaceful temperament and kindness to others?"
"Oh! Yes, yes!"
After Moonberry reminded him, Tashmuir immediately agreed: "It's like the Drust at that time, and the group of trouble-making guys now are like two different groups."
Sarlayan pondered for a moment and then asked: "So, since they settled here more than 2,000 years ago, they have never left and have never appeared in your sight?"
"That should be the case." Tashmuir scratched his head in confusion: "To be honest, I'm very curious as to why they were able to stay in the Heart Wood Forest where the anima is barren for so long."
"If it were us...it would be unimaginable."
Sarlayan said with some emotion: "This is called transitioning from extravagance to frugality. The orthodox Thornspeakers are very hardworking and hardworking, and they are completely different from the iron fools under the Gorak family."
Moonberry: "Tashmuir, please arrange for someone to guide us. We still have a mission, so we won't stay in the Val Fairy Forest for a long time."
"No problem, Lady Moonberry. I wish you both a smooth trip."
