"Did Sarlayan say the same?"
Sinestra lowered her head and fell into thought.
Sinestra trusted her precious daughter's strategic abilities.
Onyxia has been rigorously trained by Deathwing since she was a child to specialize in strategy, and she is indeed very talented in this area.
As for Sarlayan, the prospective son-in-law, Sinestra, who had personally experienced his layout ability, did not doubt his judgment.
The two parties involved came to the same conclusion after a strong combination, and Sinestra already believed 80% of Onyxia's judgment.
However, if Nefarian is really secretly dissatisfied with Deathwing, then the original offensive plan of the establishment Black Dragon headed by Abyssian will need to be modified.
"Um……"
Sinestra hesitated for a while before speaking again: "I'd better call everyone together to discuss it. If we can instigate Nefarian..."
Onyxia interrupted her mother's overly optimistic fantasy: "It's best not to think so."
"Nefarian may be dissatisfied with Deathwing, but this does not mean that he will put aside his past grudges and let us cooperate sincerely."
"Don't forget, there are still many corpses of five-color dragons hanging in Nefarian's laboratory. It is difficult for the sins he committed to be forgiven by other dragons."
"Hey..." Sinestra sighed helplessly: "As expected, it still doesn't work. I thought I would have a chance to reunite our family of four."
Onyxia smiled bitterly and said: "I'm just saying that it's difficult. Don't have high expectations, so as not to be disappointed in the end, but it's not completely impossible."
"After adjusting the plan, let's observe the development of the situation. Maybe there will be a turn for the better."
'Of course, the premise is that Nefarian doesn't continue to seek death...'
…
When Vereesa emerged from the ground with hundreds of nerubians, Delaryn and others who were still guarding the cave were shocked.
The sentries subconsciously drew their weapons and assumed a fighting stance. They thought these nerubians were the undead spider demons that Sarlayan had mentioned before.
"etc!"
Just when the confrontation between the two sides was about to break out, Delaryn suddenly saw the female high elf sandwiched among a large number of "nerub demons" and hurriedly raised her hand to stop.
"Madam, are you a companion of Mr. Sharlayan Deep Shadow?"
Vereesa was wondering why there were night elves here and where Sarlayan had gone. After hearing Delaryn's question, she raised her eyebrows slightly.
"I am the recently retired Northland Ranger Commander, Vereesa Windrunner, and Sharlayan Deep Shadow is indeed my companion. Where are the others?"
After verifying the identity of the other party, Delaryn finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The sentry team she led was less than ten people, and the reinforcements she called did not arrive so quickly.
If there is a conflict with these hundreds of tall spider demons, the result is predictable.
After talking with Vereesa, both sides obtained some additional information from the other party.
"Tsk! That guy Sarlayan acted alone without saying hello."
Vereesa smacked her lips and complained in dissatisfaction: "Forget it, let's leave the denunciation until later...General Crickhill, let's set off immediately."
The big bug that Vereesa calls Crickhil is a high-level bug man. He is one of the few high-ranking generals left in the Kingdom of Azjol-Nerub after the last war. He is deeply loved by King Anub'arak. of importance.
Crickhill has always maintained contact with Vereesa when she was the Northland Ranger Commander, and the two parties often exchanged information on the movements of the undead nerubian army.
Vereesa's resignation has not yet been notified to Quel'Thalas' allies in Northrend. After receiving Vereesa's contact, Creekhill immediately summoned the troops directly under her and rushed over.
After walking to the hole dug by the sentries and observing it, Crickhill said in a solemn tone: "It's unmistakable. This disgusting smell of preservatives is indeed the Scourge!"
Creekhill stomped his feet on the spot with some annoyance: "We have been searching all over the eastern part of Northrend, but we didn't expect that these undead spider demons actually sneaked across the sea and came to the west."
"Without further ado, we cannot let Duke Deep Shadow fight underground alone!"
As she watched these living spider demons file into the hole, Delaryn was a little surprised by what the leading general said.
'Duke? That Mr. Deep Shadow has been promoted to Duke? Didn't General Yuyue say at that time... forget it, it's not important. '
Delaryn shook her head and forced herself out of her thoughts.
"Miss Windrunner, please wait a moment, can you take us with you?"
"oh?"
Vereesa, who was at the back, turned around and looked at her with some surprise: "Just a few of you?"
"Yes."
Delaryn solemnly said: "Soraza Basin is our night elf territory after all. We should at least know what is happening in the underground battlefield."
"Um……"
Vereesa thought about it for a moment and said, "Okay, you can follow after you choose your men, but don't expect us to cooperate with your actions. Soldiers are very fast."
Delaryn, who is also a member of the regular army, certainly knows this truth.
After quickly arranging for one of the youngest sentries to stay to receive the reinforcements, Delaryn and others followed Vereesa behind and followed them into the cave.
Night elves, as the name suggests, are a race that is best at moving at night and naturally has night vision.
The nerubians have long been accustomed to living in the dark underground, and Vereesa is the one who is least accustomed to the darkness.
However, the high elves also "evolved" from the night elves, and more or less retained some of the night vision abilities left by their ancestors, so that their eyes would not go dark in the cave.
With Creekhill, who was familiar with the underground environment, leading the way, Vereesa only had to follow their movements, and it would not be so easy to fall behind.
The urgently marching Nerubians turned left and right through the underground passages extending in all directions for more than ten minutes, but still found no trace of the enemy.
The nerubians were accustomed to this, but Delaryn was secretly frightened when she entered the underground fighting for the first time.
'We failed to discover even the slightest clue about such a huge underground world. It's really derelict in our duty. '
"stop!"
After running for about ten minutes, Crickhill, who was walking at the front, suddenly gestured to stop.
The nerubi who were following behind stopped as ordered, and Vereesa, Delaryn and others also hurriedly followed suit.
Crickhill leaned his ear against the wall of the tunnel and made a listening gesture: "There are sounds of fighting ahead. It should be a conflict between the Duke of Deep Shadow and the Undead Spider Demon!"
Vereesa was a little surprised by this: "How could it be? Sarlayan is not like the kind of person who would impulsively reveal his whereabouts."
Crickhill calmly analyzed: "Perhaps we encountered some situation where we had to take action. In short, let's move faster."
…
As Crickhill said, Sarlayan, who went underground to explore first, encountered big trouble and had to move.
Before entering the ground, the Blood Pillar's situation was already in critical condition, and another straw that broke the camel's back could cause it to collapse completely.
According to Sarlayan's understanding of Titan technology, the collapse of a crystal pillar should not have a fatal impact on the Sholazar Basin so quickly.
But if a complete barrier is missing a link, it will ultimately be a huge hidden danger. It is best to restore the normal operation of the Blood Pillar before the situation worsens.
Sarlayan used the night vision spell to search underground for more than an hour, and finally found clues about the Scourge.
However, just when he was planning to closely monitor the movements of natural disasters and wait for reinforcements to arrive, these madmen were already preparing to make big news.
Sarlayan saw a large number of undead in a wide square that served as an underground base. The largest number was not the undead spider demons who were the main force digging holes, but low-level zombies, skeletons and other cannon fodder.
Needless to say, it goes without saying that these cannon fodders are used for cramming, using the death power that escapes when they are eliminated to forcibly neutralize the life power of the already overwhelmed Pillar of Origin Blood.
When Sarlayan arrived at his destination, this cannon fodder force had already assembled and was about to launch the final assault on the underground part of the Blood Pillar.
As a last resort, Sharlayan could only step out to stop the Scourge's crazy behavior.
Skeletons and zombies themselves do not have the ability to think independently and can only accept external orders to act.
In other words, these cannon fodder are directly controlled by the psychic masters remotely.
Sarlayan repeated his old tricks. He repeated his past experience and simulated a miniature "disconnected barrier" centered on himself.
Although this super-shrunken version of the disconnected barrier only lasted for a few seconds, and its range could only cover about 10 meters from Sarlayan, his goal had been successfully achieved. A large number of cannon fodder undead could only remain stunned after losing their command. He stood motionless.
But the price is...Salayan was completely targeted by those frightened and angry psychics.
"Hi~"
At this point, Sarlayan stopped hiding and stood up openly, smiling and waving to say hello to the angry psychics.
"Have you eaten? Do you want me to send you to the Shadow Realm to apply for today's free meal?"
