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With the help of the breath of time of the bronze dragon, the broken Quicksand Scepter was finally recast after a thousand years.

The shape of the scepter looks like a drumstick, and its usage is similar to beating a drum, except that it is a beetle gong.

Once the scarab gong is sounded, the seal of the scarab wall will be completely lifted, and the Qiraji and C'Thun locked in the wall will once again threaten Azeroth.

Now that all the races of Azeroth are not yet ready for a decisive battle with the Ra Empire, Sharlayan does not intend to open the door ostentatiously.

Watching Sharlayan transform into a flying form and carry Valeera away, another portal opened beside Anachronos, and Elegos in mortal form walked out from the other side of the gate.

Anachronos was a little restless.

Anachronos has been blaming himself since his three friends were trapped in Ahn'Qiraj.

Why was I the only one lucky enough to escape?

This question plagued Anachronos for nearly 1,000 years.

Now that he finally saw a glimmer of hope, the Bronze Dragon Prince was a little worried about gains and losses.

Knowing that the three friends were already in danger, but he still couldn't help harboring the last glimmer of hope.

"Elegos, do you think... those two boys will succeed?"

Elegos replied with a flat expression: "You, a bronze dragon, can't see the future clearly, so how could I know."

"At this point, we can only stay in the distance and pray."

"May the Titans bless them."

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To ensure safety, Sharlayan chose to take a detour through Thousand Needles last time.

This time, he decided to take a different route, crossing Tanaris into Un'Goro Crater and taking the shortest path to Silithus.

As soon as they entered the crater area, Sharlayan and Valeera received a warm "welcome".

The pterodactyl soaring in the sky screamed and surrounded Sharlayan who had transformed into a flying dragon. At a glance, there were at least a dozen of them.

Before accepting Remulos' training, Sharlayan's flying form had no combat effectiveness, and he could only dodge in embarrassment when encountering fierce enemies in the air.

Relying on his understanding of Transfiguration and the giant dragon family, in just one week, Sharlayan's unique dragon-shaped transfiguration has been improved a lot under the guidance of Remulos.

Dragon breath is an innate talent of the giant dragon family. Even baby dragon babies can spit out some small fireballs that are not powerful.

Of course, Sharlayan also has the talent of breathing dragon breath, but due to the inertial thinking of mortals, it has not been carefully developed before.

Under the guidance of Remulos, Sharlayan's flying form finally possessed certain combat capabilities.

Although it was still far from the human form he was most used to, at least he would no longer be unilaterally beaten in air battles.

"Valeera, hold on tight!"

Sharlayan took a deep breath, and scorching flames began to accumulate in his dragon-shaped chest.

"hold head high!"

Facing the full-speed charge of more than a dozen pterodactyls, Sharlayan's dragon's mouth spewed out crimson flames of life.

The few pterodactyls rushing to the front were hit by the dragon's breath without any defense, and immediately screamed and fell to the ground, with varying degrees of scorched black appearing on their bodies.

Wild animals are afraid of fire, this is the law of nature.

The first wave of dismounting was sent out, and the originally aggressive pterodactyl braked in the air, fluttering its wings vigilantly and floating in the air, watching Sarlayan break through the blockade and fly into the distance.

It is the nature of living beings to bully the weak and fear the strong.

After using blood lessons to confirm that the enemy is not easy to mess with and has no intention of encroaching on their territory, the pterodactyl didn't want to provoke any more trouble, so it dispersed on the spot resentfully, as if nothing had happened.

"It turns out that Un'Goro Crater looks like this."

After rushing out of the pterodactyl encirclement, Valeera looked down from the sky with great interest.

The crater, as the name suggests, is actually a basin surrounded by mountains.

Sandwiched between the two great deserts of Tanaris and Silithus, the Un'Goro crater was not affected by any wind and sand. Looking down from the sky, it was actually a piece of emerald green.

The most conspicuous thing was the active volcano in the center of the crater. Billowing thick smoke spewed out from the crater, forming a gray-black obstacle zone in the sky, forcing Sharlayan to take a detour.

Affected by volcanoes, there are many hot springs of various sizes smoking throughout the crater.

The barrage also started chattering. Some people mentioned that if there were not too many dinosaurs of all kinds, perhaps these hot springs could be used to develop Un'Goro Crater into a tourist destination.

Someone soon countered that he was thinking too much, Freya Iron Fist warned.

Sharlayan was not interested in this topic, he was concerned about the dark oil field in the northern part of Fire Plume Mountain.

According to the barrage, these dark and greasy substances are called oil, which is called black gold in their world, and it is a non-renewable energy source bred by the planet.

If the physical rules of the two worlds do not deviate too much, this black viscous liquid can even replace arcane energy to a certain extent, driving various engineering creations including self-discipline puppets.

‘Let’s remember it first. '

Azeroth does not have the science that the barrage says, but it has engineering with similar principles.

Sitting on the infinite energy source of the sun well, the high elves never had to worry about energy supply issues, and did not invest much energy in engineering research.

There are two races with profound engineering attainments, one is the goblins from the Kezan Islands, and the other is the gnomes who are still in the Lordaeron Alliance.

Sooner or later, something will happen to the Sunwell, and Sharlayan plans to use oil as a backup energy source, maybe it can be temporarily used for emergency after losing the energy of the Sunwell.

But it's still too early to say these things. If you have time in the future, you can go to Gnomeregan and discuss the use of oil and refining methods with the gnomes face to face.

After passing the hot spring area in the west of the crater and continuing to climb over the mountain, Sharlayan and Valeera officially entered the desolate Silithus Desert.

Compared with Tanaris, the sands of Silithus are darker in color and the atmosphere of the whole area is more oppressive.

"It should be the influence caused by C'Thun."

Accelerating in the direction of the Beetle Wall, Sarlayan said to Valeera with a dignified expression, "You can feel the oppressive atmosphere outside the seal, let alone behind the wall."

"After crossing the seal, don't believe in any temptation that arises in your heart, it's all a trick of the ancient gods."

Twisting will is what the ancient gods are best at, and one who is not careful may be tempted to fall by them.

Sarlayan initially disagreed with Valeera's participation in this operation, but her attitude was very firm, and she repeatedly promised that she would not be deceived by C'Thun's rhetoric.

Before leaving, Remulos gave Sharlayan and Valeera each a blessing of tranquility, which could protect their souls for a month, and would call the police immediately when they encountered the soul attacks of the ancient gods.

There are almost no living things in the large Silithus desert, and it is even more desolate than Tanaris.

A well-ordered encampment can be seen in the north-central part of the desert, where the Cenarion Circle is stationed and has watched over the Scarab Wall for thousands of years.

In order to avoid the changes in Cenarion Fortress from arousing the vigilance of the Qiraji, Sharlayan does not intend to contact the local night elves. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Gather your wings and land near the mountains in the eastern part of the desert, and you can only walk on your legs for the rest of the way.

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Above the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, a large number of insects resembling giant bees are patrolling the air.

"Huh~"

After confirming that the patrolling troops were gone, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of one of the ruined buildings.

This person is wearing a grayish-yellow robe that is similar to the color of the sand, and his whole body is covered by a cloak, as if he is integrated with the environment. Without careful observation, it is difficult to find a person here.

"Hey, what a bad luck."

As the only foreign mortal in the Beetle Wall, the man in robes sat down against the ruined wall, talking to himself with a wry smile.

"If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have paid attention to you, just go out with Gugall."

"Now it's fun, when will this long escape end."

"Sorry, Julian, we delayed your escape."

A translucent red phantom appeared beside the man. It was a projected red-clothed night elf. His body didn't seem to be here.

Julian waved his hand freely: "Forget it, it's all like this anyway, let's find a way to survive first, and we can go out when the next Quicksand War starts."

"...Fortunately, my lifespan is long enough to afford to wait."

The red figure smiled helplessly: "We..."

Before he could finish speaking, the red-clothed night elf's expression suddenly changed.

"This is…"

Julian raised his eyebrows in confusion: "What's wrong? Karen, Ke'thun is going to torture you again?"

"Do not…"

The man in red named Karen had a strange expression on his face: "I sense that a fellow red dragon has entered the wall of beetles."