All signs indicate that there is a dark hand behind the quilboar people, and the matron of the Razor Clan, Calgar Thornribs, is nothing more than a pawn being pushed onto the stage.
In Sharlayan's opinion, the quilboar race really has no value worth draining of anima.
According to the natural laws of the Shadow Realm, people who have made more achievements during their lifetime will be able to provide more anima after entering the Shadow Realm. These achievements have nothing to do with good or evil.
The position of the quilboar is very awkward, neither above nor below between good and evil.
Call them good, except for the group of wild boar warriors during the War of the Ancients, in the tens of thousands of years since then, I have never heard of any outstanding figures from the wild boar clan.
But let's call them evil... These guys are not really big evil people. At most, only a few high-level officials headed by Calgar Thornrib can barely meet the standard.
Sarlayan is not sure whether Denathius, who prides himself on being noble and has a high vision, would like this kind of race that cannot live in a lowly position. Until now, he still has doubts about the identity of the operator behind them.
[It’s useless to think too much. Anyway, we are about to get to the core of the incident. Let’s continue walking through the final stretch of the road. 】
As the barrage said, there is no point in thinking too much before mastering the most critical piece of intelligence.
Looking at the two wild boar priests who gradually fell into silence and began to immerse themselves in their work, Sarlayan and Valeera hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the plan to torture more information from them.
Although these two people are considered to be high-level leaders of the Razor Clan, they certainly don’t have the intelligence that Kalga Thornledo has the overall overview of. Instead of wasting time on alerting the enemy, they might as well use the old method to capture the thief first.
Continuing deeper into the winding and wet swamp muddy land, Sarlayan and Valeera finally came to a relatively dry highland, where a large and simple quilboar-style hut appeared in front of them.
Valeela: "This should be Calgar Thornrib's residence, right? It looks more luxurious than the other quilboar shacks."
Of course, that's only relatively speaking.
From the aesthetic point of view of the high elves, the entire Razorfen is a slum with no aesthetics at all.
The individual strength of the wild boars is very poor, not even comparable to the furbolgs in the Ashen Valley next door who also have relatively primitive living conditions.
This was further confirmed when Sharlayan saw with his own eyes the ugly quilboar old woman who was decorated with numerous bone fragments.
Although the Eagle Eye Technique has not been turned on to see the level of Calgar Thornrib in detail, judging from her life strength, this guy has definitely not entered the legendary threshold, and can be regarded as a high-level elite at most.
As the leader of the clan is so weak, it is even more conceivable that the other wild boar people will be weak.
In a world full of martial virtues and full of dangers like Azeroth, the leader of a country cannot be guaranteed to be the strongest in the country, but at least he must have the most basic ability to protect himself.
Even the seemingly frail Terenas Menethil was a proficient bowman and horseman when he was young. As he got older, he gradually retired from the battlefield and settled in the background.
In some major battles involving the country's core interests, in order to boost morale, the king would often rush to the front lines in person to participate in the battle.
This is also the main reason why the death rate of kings in Azeroth has always been high.
This was also the case during the founding period of Quel'Thalas. In order to stabilize the territory seized from the Amani Trolls, the two Sun Kings after Dath'Remar died early on the battlefield.
It wasn't until the throne was passed to Anasteria and after the troll war that was recorded in history that Quel'Thalas truly established a foothold in Eversong Forest.
Looking past the obese Calgar Thornribs, Sharlayan glanced at the wild boar priests and elder guards around her, and none of them had the legendary high-end combat power.
When Sharlayan and Valeera arrived at the elder's hut, Calgar Thornrib was personally conducting a large, soul-desecrating ceremony.
The gray-black power of death gathered in mid-air from the hands of the wild boar priests who took their positions in the magic circle, and was continuously poured into a translucent brown wild boar soul.
Valeera opened her eyes slightly, and asked in the soul link channel with a surprised look on her face: "Is it possible that the wild boar soul is..."
"Um."
Sarlayan's expression was also a little strange: "If nothing else, it should be Agamaggan... But why is it so small?"
As far as Sarlayan and Valeela knew, Agamaggan's body in its prime was as huge as a mountain, with sharp thorns and barbs all over his body. Any enemy who tried to attack him would be injured by the thorns on his body first.
At the moment, the suspected Agamaggan, which was forcibly lifted into the air by the wild boar priests, was only the size of an ordinary wild boar. There were no barbs on its body, and it looked ordinary.
Sarlayan: "The appearance of the soul is usually the most realistic. Without special techniques, it is difficult to fake the strength of one's soul."
"The reason why Agamaggan behaves so weakly is probably the result of the long-term suppression of traitors such as Calgar Thornribs. This is not what he should be like."
Valeela nodded clearly: "Then what are we going to do? Take the opportunity to take down Calgar Thornribs while they are concentrating on preparing for the ceremony?"
"Not urgent."
Sarlayan turned his head and glanced in the direction they came from.
"Agamaggan has persisted for so long, and his soul will not be lost just because of such a ritual."
"There are still too many people near this big hut. Once a fight breaks out, it will easily trigger a chain reaction and attract all the wild boar people outside. I don't want to be stuck in this smelly quagmire with a huge number of wild boar people."
"Let's wait for Oni to take action first. I believe she won't let me down."
…
As Sharlayan and Valeera sneaked near the elder's hut, Onyxia came up with a plan.
With the help of Stellagosa, the Black Dragon Princess was teleported to the entrance of the Mulgore Grassland not far from here, a tauren outpost called Taurajo Camp.
Through the tokens Sharlayan gave to each of her companions, the eloquent Onyxia successfully convinced the tauren leader stationed here that the quilboar of Razorfen planned to attack the Taurajo camp.
Sarlayan had contributed a lot in the great migration of the tauren. The chiefs of the three major tauren clans were grateful to him. Many people below also knew about this high elf who was benevolent to the tauren clan.
Onyxia's words were not entirely deceptive. The wild boars did intend to take the initiative to attack, but they were just not ready to completely fall out with the tauren.
In the past two years, the friction between the wild boar and the tauren in the southern Barrens has increased day by day. Both sides have become angry. A simple flirtation can achieve the results Onyxia expected.
The leader of the Taurajo camp is a senior hunter named Jon Stareye. After receiving the warning from Onyxia, he immediately organized a scout team composed of hunters and Druyin and led the team himself. Head towards Razorfen.
Onyxia and Stellagosa followed this large scout team. Along the way, they also used the soul link that had not been broken due to the distance to communicate with Jaina and Tinagol who stayed outside Razormarsh. Keep communicating.
Under Onyxia's instructions, Jaina and Tinagosa carefully used long-range spells to harass the quilboars in front of the gate of Razorfen.
If calculated according to barrage standards, the wild boars who are not qualified to live in Razorfen are the lowest status poor among the species, corresponding to the untouchable Dalits in the third brother's class classification.
These low-level wild boars, who don't even have armor on their bodies and have crude weapons, have extremely low individual combat effectiveness. Their only advantage is that they are large in number.
Due to the population density, the wild boars have a strong herd mentality.
Once someone takes the lead in taking action, other wild boar people who don't know what is going on can easily be coerced into action... even if they don't know what is going on.
Jaina and Tinargosa were well-controlled and did not cause large-scale casualties. They only aroused the quilboar's alert through attacks that came out of nowhere.
When Onyxia and Stellagosa rushed to the scene with the tauren scouts led by Jon Stareye, they were immediately discovered by the suspicious quilboar.
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
The already conflicted tauren and wild boar no longer needed any teasing. Seeing that the other party had assumed a fighting stance, they immediately assumed that the enemy had an attack intention.
In order to protect himself, Jon Stareye ordered the scouts to raise their weapons and prepare to meet the enemy. At the same time, he asked the messenger to notify the main force of the rear team to speed up the march and come to support as soon as possible. He further notified Kane Blood who was far away in Thunder Bluff. Chief Hoof.
After the four women reunited, under their secret control, the wild boar and the tauren seemed to be fighting passionately, but there were no real casualties on either side, but the scene looked very intense.
This situation further stimulated the fighting spirit of both sides. The quilboars, who had the numerical advantage but were being beaten back steadily, also began to call for reinforcements. The signal for reinforcements soon spread to the interior of Razorfen.
After a commotion from outside to inside, Calgar Thornribs and other senior officials who were holding a sacrilegious ceremony in the center of the swamp finally received a battle report from the outside.
"Bah! It's the Minotaur again!"
The wild boar old woman Calgar spat rudely into the ground and ordered the priests around her with a very arrogant attitude: "I don't care what methods you use to keep those damn stupid cows out. You must not do that." Let them enter the sacred Razorfen!"
'Holy...? '
Some of the quilboar priests who were at odds with Calgar secretly curled their lips and said, "With all these blasphemous experiments on Agamaggan you have conducted, can Razorfen really be considered sacred?" '
In any case, at this stage, Calga Thornrib's authority within the clan is still absolute, and anyone who dares to oppose her will be mercilessly buried in the mud.
Since the mistress issued the order, the priests could only obey the order even if they were unwilling to do so.
The discipline of the wild boar people is very poor. A large group of people whispered to each other and left the dry highland where the elder's hut was located. They set out in a chaotic manner outside the swamp, preparing to complete the task given by Calgar.
Ten minutes later, only Calgar Ribs himself and a dozen muscular guards were left near the elder's hut where hundreds of people were originally crowded.
Sarlayan, who had been waiting patiently, immediately said to Valeera through the soul link channel: "Oni should have started to take action. Let's take action too."
"Valeera, it's up to you to take her down. I'll stay behind to sweep the formation for you. I must ensure that I defeat the enemy with one strike."
