Sarlayan originally planned to leave Valeera and Stellagosa in the Secret Court of Creation, while he and Onyxia rushed to the Ascension Bastion to put out the fire.
But this will inevitably reduce the team's combat effectiveness and comprehensive problem-solving capabilities.
Although Stellagosa and Valeera are not as strong as Onyxia, they each have useful expertise.
As a blue dragon, Stellagosa has a very rich reserve of knowledge. When encountering problems related to spells, Sharlayan often needs to ask Stellagosa for advice.
In the same way, Valeera is the best choice when she needs to sneak into combat and obtain intelligence. Sharlayan's poor stealth skills alone are far from enough.
Although they were a little worried about whether Durotan and Wilfred could keep the secret of the Secret Academy of Creation, due to the shortage of manpower, they could only make this arrangement temporarily.
Before leaving Maldraxxus, Sharlayan specifically found Durotan to have a private conversation.
"Gu Yin'er?!"
After hearing his son's name from Sarlayan, Durotan, who had always remained calm on the battlefield, instantly broke through. He was very excited and grabbed Sarlayan's shoulders and asked again and again.
"Gu Yin'er is still alive? How is he doing now? Where is the Frostwolf clan?"
After breaking through the final bottleneck before level 60, Sarlayan's strength was no worse than Durotan's, and he was able to get rid of the shackles of the emotional Durotan with a flick of his arms.
"Don't be so excited, calm down first."
Sarlayan in turn patted Durotan's shoulder and comforted him: "Since I chose to tell you, there will be an end and a beginning. You'd better sit down and calm down first."
"Huh~"
Durotan, whose face was a little red, took a deep breath to adjust his mood.
After confirming that the former Frostwolf Chief's mood was stable, Sarlayan said in a calm tone: "Your son is indeed still alive, but his current condition is not very good."
"After you and Draka were assassinated by Gul'dan's spies, a human lord who happened to be patrolling drove away the assassins and rescued the young Guyin'er."
"This man's name is Edras Blackmoore, the former captain of the Kingdom of Alterac and now the Lord of Durnholde."
Sarlayan told Durotan the whole story of Blackmore's adoption of Thrall.
When he learned that his son was raised like a slave and was given the humiliating name "Thall", which represented a slave, Durotan's face became a little ugly.
However, under the circumstances at that time, if Guyin'er could survive even if his ancestors had blessed him, Durotan could not ask for more.
Sarlayan didn't pay attention to Durotan's tangled mood and continued to tell him: "When Blackmore was in ruins in Alterac, he turned to Lordaeron in the wind."
"With the restoration of Alterac, Hillsbrad Hills was once again assigned to the name of Alterac, and Blackmoor, who was named Lord of Durnholde by Lordaeron, was embarrassed."
Durotan was once the chief of the Frostwolf clan, and he was taught by the Draenei when he was a boy. His overall view was far better than those orcs who only knew how to charge with lok'tar.
"Well..." After learning about Blackmore's current situation, Durotan touched his chin thoughtfully: "In other words, Durnholde Castle may face an attack from the Kingdom of Alterac at any time. Guyin'er of the Fighter might also be involved in the war?"
Sarlayan nodded in agreement: "Once a war breaks out between Durnholde and Alterac, Thrall, as a gladiator, will most likely be pushed onto the battlefield first."
"Durotan, you also know how much damage the Horde has caused to Azeroth."
"Not every Azerothian can be as sensible as me and treat the Frostwolf clan, which has never participated in an aggressive war, separately from the crazy tribe."
Sarlayan said earnestly: "Once Thrall participates in the war with the human kingdom, it will be difficult for him to confidently say that he has no intention of being an enemy of Azeroth."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, the chief of the tribe, Orgrim Doomhammer, wandered around Hillsbrad after escaping from prison. It is said that he wanted to find the Frostwolf clan with relatively intact combat power and let the tribe Regain a foothold in Azeroth."
Durotan's expression suddenly tightened, and his eyes became a little tangled.
"Orgrim...is he still alive too?"
"Yes, and he has also connected with Grom Hellscream of the Warsong clan. He is attacking orc shelters everywhere to rescue his compatriots, trying to restore the tribe's former 'glory'."
Durotan sighed helplessly: "Glory? Since the tribe was controlled by Gul'dan, how can we still have glory?"
"At the beginning, I advised Orgrim not to have too intense contact with the locals of Azeroth. It would be better to integrate into Azeroth subtly like the Frostwolf clan. Unfortunately... he did not take my advice into consideration. Listen in."
"So." Sarlayan looked at Durotan with a calm expression and asked: "Son of Galada, chief of the Frostwolf clan, how do you think I should treat Thrall, who is likely to accept the teachings of Orgrim's values?"
"To take precautions and eliminate the hope of this tribe's re-emergence first? Or do you believe that he, unlike the hard-line Orgrim, will lead the new tribe towards Azeroth?"
Durotan hesitated for a long time with a complex expression: "Logically speaking, I am already dead and have no right to make irresponsible remarks on Guyin'er's actions, but..."
"Huh~"
Durotan let out a breath: "I can't just watch Guyin'er being led into a violent struggle by Orgrim."
"If you want to integrate into this new world, blindly showing toughness will not work. Orgrim has proved this with his own experience."
Durotan closed his eyes and clenched the battle ax with the Frostwolf clan emblem in his hand. Sarlayan watched with his own eyes as he poured part of his soul power into the battle ax.
About 5 minutes later, Durotan, who was slightly weak, opened his eyes and handed the battle ax to Sarlayan.
"Salay'an, please help me give this ax to Guyin'er. Everything I want to say is on it."
"The Frostwolf Clan is a peace-loving clan. We are not the Blackstone Clan, which is good at forging, nor the Shattered Hand and Warsong Clan, which are war-hungry."
"The Frostwolf clan has been able to pass on to this day because of its courage to fight against nature and its shamanic philosophy of living in harmony with all things. It does not simply advocate violence."
"If Drek'Thar is still here, he will help Guyinr decipher my will to stay on the battle axe."
Durotan sighed softly: "This is the only help I can give that child. I hope this battle ax can guide him on the right path and become a qualified Frostwolf Chief."
"Ha~" Sarlayan shook his head and laughed: "You are really good at summoning people. If you want me to rescue Thrall from Durnholde and send him to the Frostwolf Station, just say so. I thought you were an upright person. It turns out that I can also play with these colorful intestines."
"Haha!" Durotan scratched his head in embarrassment: "If we can guide Guyin'er and the orcs to the right path, and let Azeroth get a powerful guardian help, it won't be a loss to you, right?"
Sarlayan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's easy to say. The consequences of the old tribe's reverse behavior are not easy to eliminate."
"The eldest son of one of my good friends, King Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, died at the hands of the old tribe. To this day, he still maintains an attitude towards the orcs that he would rather kill the wrong one than let go."
"If he knows that I secretly guide the growth of orc cubs...I am afraid that sooner or later, the scene of friendship will end."
Durotan smiled and shrugged: "Then it has nothing to do with me, the dead. I believe that with your ability, you will be able to properly handle the differences between the different factions in Azeroth."
"You really think highly of me..." Sarlayan said helplessly: "Okay, I'll give it a try. I hope Thrall hasn't been completely led astray by Orgrim."
"Oh, right."
Before getting up to say goodbye to Durotan, Sarlayan suddenly remembered something and suddenly hammered his palm.
"With your wife Draka's powerful anima, as long as the civil strife in the Ascension Bastion ends, she should be led to the Shadow Realm by Gryen soon."
"You'd better take it easy while you continue the fight in Maldraxxus, before you're knocked out of your mind before she arrives."
Durotan's expression changed, and his originally determined eyes became softer.
"Draca... I accept your good advice. I also hope to meet her again in the world after death."
Sarlayan smiled mysteriously: "There will be a day...Okay, it's time for me to continue setting off. Wish us good luck to each other."
Durotan solemnly hammered his chest with his right hand: "May the ancestors protect you on your way forward. Take care, friend."
