In the throne area at the top of Dazar'alor, a middle-aged troll with gold decorations on his body rested his chin on one hand, leaning on the throne thoughtfully.

He is Rastakhan, the contemporary god-king of Zandalari, and the person reporting under the throne is a member of the Zanchuli Council, a devout follower of the Velociraptor Gonk, and the war druid Laidi.

After listening to Leddy's report, Rastakhan's expression became a little gloomy.

"Leave that intruder alone."

"Zul, your prophecy has come true, the blood trolls have started attacking Loa, Sirik... I'm afraid it's already a disaster."

Beside Leidi, an old troll wearing a metal tall hat sighed softly: "My lord, if possible, I really hope that these ominous predictions are wrong."

"Unfortunately, the spirit of all things did not lie to me, and this day has finally come."

Rastakhan's eyes flickered: "Prophet, what is your suggestion? To fight or not to fight?"

A cold light flashed in Zul's eyes: "Fight! Although I don't know what happened at the scene, the blood troll did suffer heavy losses in the battle with Torga. This is an excellent opportunity."

"but…"

Zuul bowed respectfully and saluted Rastakhan: "Before going out, we must first obtain the blessing of Rezan, so that the soldiers will not be bewitched by the blood **** G'huun for a certain period of time."

Rastakhan pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the other members of the Zanchuli Council.

"What's your opinion?"

Yazma, the high priest of the spider goddess Shadra, glanced dissatisfied at the showy Zul, and stood up to express her opinion without hesitation.

"Although I'm not interested in Zul's nagging prophecies, just like the old guy said, now is a golden opportunity. While the blood troll is seriously injured, maybe we can wipe out Nazmir in one fell swoop!"

The chief disciple of the pterodactyl Loapaku, the sorcerer lord Luo, hammered his chest heavily.

"My lord, please give the order! The pterodactyl knight is already ready for battle!"

Rastakhan closed his eyes and remained silent for two seconds. When he opened his eyes again, he had already made up his mind, and his eyes were full of firmness and majesty.

"Pass my order, all the generals will lead their troops to the Zulga camp to assemble, and the priests are also willing to assist Loa!"

"Wait until the kings Loa send their blessings... Zul, you will lead the elite vanguard, attack Nazmir as quickly as possible, and try to eliminate the blood troll's vital force before the blessing disappears, leaving no one alive!"

Zul took a deep breath, and knelt down on one knee, convinced: "Zul took the order, with the help of Rezan and many other loa, and Zandalari's elite fighters, this battle... must be won!"

Rastakhan nodded heavily, strode to the edge of the throne platform, raised his right hand and shouted proudly to the whole city: "Zandalari live forever!"

"The Zandalari live forever!"

…

Nothing is known about the effect of the little butterfly's flapping of its wings.

When flying to the middle of the sea, Sharlayan saw the Zandalari patrol fleet from a distance, and immediately retracted the dragonman's transformation and fell into the water, transformed into a killer whale and dived into the sea to continue advancing.

After successfully returning to the Thorn Whisperer's Den in Drustvar, the exhaustion accumulated from using the dragonman's transformation many times in stages hit him all at once.

Holding on to his energy, he handed the sacrificial knife into Orfa's hand, and Sharlayan fell headlong in front of him and fell into a deep sleep.

Under the powerful self-healing ability, the wound on Sharlayan's body that was hit by the void energy bullet has already healed, but there is still a small amount of void energy around the wound.

Alfa noticed this, and looked worriedly at Sharlayan, who was sleeping like a dead pig.

"It seems that you have encountered some unexpected situations that I did not expect."

Under Orfa's personal care, Sharlayan slept for three whole days.

"Boom!"

As soon as he woke up, before he had time to stretch his body, Sharlayan was hit on the head.

"Aw!"

Sharlayan, who had just woken up, was still a little confused. He looked around sleepily, and Orfa with a serious face was sitting in front of him.

"Who told you to use the dragon man to transform! You have used it several times in a row!"

"Didn't I tell you that you can't try it rashly until the spell is fully controllable?"

"What? The wings are stiff, my warning doesn't work anymore?"

"Uh~"

Sharlayan spread his hands helplessly: "In an unexpected situation, I accidentally mastered the transformation of the dragon man under the stimulation of external forces. After that, there were a series of accidents, so I had to mess up a little bit."

"Boom!"

Orfa raised the bear paw Salayan and knocked on the head in annoyance: "Are you acting a little messy?"

"That is to say, your boy is born with a strong physique and strong vitality. If another ordinary person comes over and overdraws like you, ten lives will not be enough!"

【Ha ha! There's nothing wrong with it, it's just a million points of chaos. 】

[Ah ah ah! It's time to jump again, these three days I haven't been able to enjoy Xiao Sa's prosperous beauty when he is asleep, what a blood loss! 】

The audience composition of Sarlayan's alien live broadcast room is very complicated. There are new and old gamers of Warcraft, cloud players, irrelevant fans and passers-by who join in the fun.

When the live broadcast first started, Sarayan's big beard and unsightly cut-length hair almost dissuaded Yan Fan from leaving.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Salayan to shave off his beard, leaving behind those good-looking female fans who shouted "giegie grass nest" all day long.

Having experienced the battle of Grim Batol, Sharlayan's short, short hair was catalyzed by the infusion of foreign vitality to grow rapidly, and his long silver hair was soft and shiny and dragged all the way to his waist.

Sharlayan himself was not used to long hair, and once settled down in the Thornwhisperer's lair, he wanted to shave it again.

Under the "blood book" of a lot of barrage, he reluctantly agreed to keep his hair. Under the guidance of Princess Jaina, he tied his long silver hair into a high ponytail so as not to affect the activities.

During the battle with the Faceless, the rope binding Sharlayan's hair unfortunately broke.

At the last moment before cutting the scene, the barrage caught a glimpse of Sharlayan in a coma.

The scattered silver hair fell around the handsome face inherited from the high elves, and the lines of the face did not look as cold and hard as when he was awake, making his appearance even more beautiful.

This scene completely broke through the psychological defense of female fans, and when the black screen transitioned, there was a lot of cries on the barrage.

Taking time to glance at the barrage, Sarlayan's face darkened immediately.

'...This is too dirty. '

After hitting Sharlayan, Orfa sat down on the ground again.

"Tell me, what did you encounter on Zandalar Island? Why do you have void energy left on your body?"

Sharlayan bit the headband he had just taken out of the space package, and pulled up the loose hair more and more skillfully.

"It's a long story. I really encountered a lot of things on this trip~lightnovelpub.net~ As for the void energy, it was left over from the battle with the Faceless."

…

Regardless of the consequences, he used the dragon-human transformation that he had not fully mastered three times in a row, and Salayan's body was overdrawn, and it could not be recovered in just three days.

Just in time, Alfa planned to take advantage of this time to teach the last balance spell to Sharlayan, who was temporarily unable to move freely.

"What I taught you before is no different from an orthodox Druid, but starting today, you will experience the difference between a Thorn Whisperer and a Druid."

"Hold out your hand."

Sharlayan stretched out his trembling right hand from the goodness, and Alpha pressed his own bear paw on it.

"Concentrate your mind, don't make any resistance, and experience it with your heart."

A cold energy flowed into Sharlayan's body along the bear's paw.

Different from the vibrant natural energy, the concept that this energy brings to Sharlayan is withered and dead, which is completely opposite to the nature of the force of life.

"This is the power of death."

Withdrawing the energy that flowed into Sharlayan's body, Orfa solemnly warned: "The balance of the druid is the balance between arcane and nature, and the balance of the Thorn Whisperer is to regulate life and death."

"The ultimate goal of the Thorny Whisperer is to use his own hands to make the two forces form a real life cycle and solve the ultimate problem that plagues countless mortals."

"Life limit."

Sharlayan scratched his head with a simple and honest expression: "But, I don't need to worry about the issue of longevity, so isn't this ultimate goal meaningless to me?"

Orfa's original serious expression suddenly became distorted, and he raised the bear claws that were specially used to teach the bear children with a ferocious face.

"You kid is deliberately finding fault, right?!"

[Fuck? Orfa, you are also selling melons with thick eyebrows and big eyes? 】