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The birth rate of centaurs is not low. They have multiplied and lived in Desolate Land for many years. They have already formed a huge ethnic group. Logically speaking, they will not be completely extinct because of the failure of a mere battle.

However, the first battle in the Stone Belt wiped out most of the centaur's elite. Even if there were no other accidents in the follow-up, the centaur would not be able to recover for at least several decades.

The fleeing centaurs all tucked their tails, the mighty overlord of Desolace fell to the altar, and the defenses in front of Maraudon's gate were relaxed like never before.

After defeating the centaur, the old enemy, the tauren finally vented the anger that had been pent up for countless years.

As the barrage said, the vitality of Desolace has long been sucked dry by the princess of the earth, Therads.

Even without the accelerated devastation of the centaurs, the last green land in the Canam Grassland would not last long, and the migration of the Tauren clan was imperative.

After leading the tribe back to the Canam Grassland, under the introduction of Salayan and Valeera, the tired Kane and Hamuul formally met with the nature guardian headed by Lunara.

As soon as the battle ended, Lunara informed the druids in the dream of the battle situation in Desolace through her direct connection with the Emerald Dream, and asked them to pass the news to Malfari in Mount Hyjal. Oh.

The night elves' expeditionary advance party had already set out from Mount Hyjal, and they had just entered Ashenvale when the battle for Desolace ended.

The news ahead came at the right time, and the expedition team adjusted their marching route in time and headed towards the important town of Astrana in Ashenvale.

The advance party, led by Sentinel-General Shandris Feathermoon, set off on a hasty march, and Lunara speculated that they would be able to cross Stonetalon Mountains into Desolace in at most a week.

On the other hand, the Sentinels stationed in Eresalas received the order to go north, and they should enter Desolace before Shandris led the army.

"Mr. Deep Shadow, thank you for your help. The tauren will fulfill the agreement we made before."

Back to the Canam Grassland and set up the tent again, Kane and Hamuul solemnly thanked Sharlayan.

Before starting to make plans, Sharlayan expressed his intention to the tauren, and a verbal agreement was reached with the unanimous consent of both parties.

The Ahn'Qiraj expeditionary force headed by the high elves and night elves will provide assistance to the tauren, completely remove the threat of centaurs, and **** the non-combatants of the tauren to migrate to the Mulgore prairie.

In return, the Tauren will send elite troops to join the expeditionary force to participate in the upcoming Second Quicksand War.

In fact, Kane didn't take this agreement seriously at the beginning. He only agreed to this verbal transaction out of his trust in Hamuul.

Now that Sharlayan's side has fulfilled its due obligations, Kane also readily patted his chest and promised to fulfill his promise.

When Feralas' sentry troops arrive in Desolace, they will first cooperate with the tauren to wipe out the remaining centaurs.

Afterwards, Shandris will send some sentries to **** the tauren migration group to set off, accompanied by Magatha, who is still struggling, and lead the tribe to the Mulgore Grassland to build a new home.

On the other hand, Kane and Hamuul led the elite troops of the tauren and set off directly with the advance team of the coalition forces, rushing to Cenarion Fortress to make final preparations for the Battle of Quicksand.

Sharlayan, who is in charge of matchmaking, has completed his mission.

Tomorrow he will separate from the main force and enter Maraudon with Lunara and others to liberate Zaetar's soul bound by Therades.

After a day of fierce fighting, even the iron man Sharlayan felt exhausted, let alone the tauren after the excitement, and the snoring on the Canam Grassland at night was loud.

In the early morning of the next day, Sharlayan, who was amazingly resilient, got up early, just in time to see the sunrise in Desolace.

Before Valeera woke up, Sharlayan sorted out the gains from yesterday's battle.

After killing Shaka Khan by leapfrogging, coupled with the experience gained in the front line of the battlefield, Salayan's fighter level jumped from more than half of level 35 to level 37.

This was Sharlayan's first time gaining experience on the frontal battlefield, and the unusually generous rewards made him look forward to the upcoming battle of quicksand.

The ranger level has never been changed, and it is still level 5. The druid level is 16, and it hasn't been upgraded much recently.

Although theoretically anyone can take the route of all-professional hegemony, human energy is limited after all, and Sharlayan does not plan to dabble in other professions too much before the fighter reaches his full level.

A warrior master and a druid deputy are completely sufficient.

"Ha~"

When Sarayan settled her mind, Valeera walked out of her tent yawning, stretching her curvaceous body in a daze.

The soft sunlight in the early morning shone on Valeera's body, as if coating her surface with a layer of gold powder.

"Um?"

The cool breeze of the grassland in the early morning made Valeera wake up quickly, and only then did she notice Sharlayan who was sitting on the grass looking back at her.

"Yesterday you killed a centaur chief with the long-range support of a large number of centaurs. You were very tired on the battlefield, right? Why did you get up so early?"

Sharlayan regained his thoughts from the distracted state and refocused his eyes.

"You still don't know my recovery ability, just rest for a night if you are a little tired."

"Too."

Valeera pouted, walked to Salayan and sat down.

"A mortal like me can't compare with a person with dragon blood, and now I still have a little sore hands and feet."

Valeera is a thief after all, and direct combat is not her forte.

During yesterday's battle in the rocky belt, she had been working with the ambush team to attack and kill the squishy spellcasters in the enemy's back row.

Although she was basically invisible on the battlefield, Valeira did a lot of work behind the scenes to reduce the interference of soldiers Salayan suffered when fighting Shaka Khan.

Sharlayan shook his head and laughed, and put his green-glowing left hand on her shoulder.

"Don't move, I'll help you heal."

Druid's healing spells are very gentle. Although the short-term healing effect is not as overbearing as the Holy Light spell, it will not cause any side effects on the body. It is very suitable for recuperating muscle soreness after intense exercise.

The warm natural energy swept over every inch of Valeera's muscles, and while feeling deeply comfortable, Valeera was also a little unspeakably shy.

‘Why does it feel like this guy is taking advantage of the opportunity? '

In fact, Sharlayan didn't have this kind of thought at first, but with the help of the barrage of LSPs, he also realized through the blush on Valeera's face that his behavior seemed to be a bit inappropriate.

"Cough~ don't think too much."

Sarlayan said with a straight face, "The doctor is kind, I'm just helping you recover, I have no other thoughts."

Valeera rolled her eyes coquettishly: "I don't have any other ideas? Then why did you mention such a sentence on purpose? It will make me feel that your intentions are not pure."

"Ah..."

[Hahahahaha! Straight man of steel, how can you beat Valeera with your lip service. 】

[The lip service you mentioned...is it serious? 】

Seeing the barrage's merciless ridicule and Valeera's half-smile expression, Sarlayan couldn't hold back.

"Cough~ It's almost done. Your body has recovered, right? We're leaving for Maraudon this afternoon."

"huh~"

Seeing the back of Sharlayan leaving in embarrassment, Valeera smiled triumphantly.

"You stubborn guy, I don't believe that you are really hard-hearted. Sooner or later, you will be the first to speak."

…

No one knew about the "intrigue" between Sharlayan and Valeera.

That afternoon, Sharlayan and his party temporarily bid farewell to the tauren.

Since Lunara and other dryads and woodland guardians can't fly~lightnovelpub.net~Salayan deliberately turned into a traveling form, carrying Valeera to gallop on the ground with them.

Traveling form is a special deformation form that druids use to travel, and animals with strong running ability and excellent endurance are usually selected as blueprints.

Because it is rarely used, Sharlayan didn't pay much attention to the travel form, and turned into a big white stag following the trend. It is said that this is the form that the druids changed after referring to the appearance of the demigod Malorne.

Malorne the White Hart, the father of the forest demigod Cenarius, has been hailed as the strongest demigod of the wilderness since the birth of Azeroth's civilization.

In the War of the Ancients, Malorne fought Archimonde, the second in command of the Burning Legion.

Although Malor was unfortunately defeated and died in order to protect his son Cenarius, but being able to fight Archimonde for a long time is enough to show his great strength.

Archimonde the Polluter and Kil'jaeden the Deceiver are the right and left hands of the dark titan Sargeras. They fought with him and destroyed countless worlds in the universe. Few people can fight against them.

Except for Valeera who was sitting on Sharlayan's back, all the people in the group had four legs, and soon came to the entrance to Maraudon - the Valley of Spears.

"This is really... The tree fell and the monkeys scattered."

Looking at the empty scene in front of the Valley of Spears, Sharlayan used a common saying from another world taught him by the barrage.

"Hozen?"

Lunara turned her head curiously: "Do you know the hozen? That is a unique creature in Pandaria. I haven't seen any hozen since the world fell apart."

"Uh~"

The corner of Sharlayan's mouth twitched: "It's not important. Since there are no centaurs blocking the way for the time being, let's hurry up and move on."

'Sure enough, too much talk is bound to fail...'