Garona also looks young on the outside, but she is actually over 30 years old.

Because she has the ancestry of the longevity race Draenei, it is impossible to tell Garona's real age from her appearance.

Garona's experience in the first half of her life was too rough, and she received Gul'dan's inhumane and rigorous training since she was a child, so she was able to step into the legendary threshold at a young age.

Sharlayan had seen it with Eagle Eye, and Garona's thief level was 51, making her a legendary goalkeeper.

In the eyes of Garona, who has experienced it, Valeera's talent for thieves is very good.

If she is really not even 20 years old this year, she will definitely hope to break the record of the youngest legendary assassin she created in the future.

Garona has been living in Azeroth hiding in XZ for several years, and she has some understanding of high elves.

Garona wouldn't be surprised if it was human beings, short-lived species that scramble for the day, but Valeera came from Quel'Thalas, where the pace of life was extremely slow, which made her puzzled.

"Is Quel'Thalas so competitive now?"

Valeera spread her hands in a funny way: "You're thinking wrongly, my improvement in strength has nothing to do with the atmosphere of Quel'Thalas, it's just my personal behavior."

A burst of innocuous jokes eased the slightly tense atmosphere between the two parties, and the subsequent information exchange went very smoothly.

Valeera told Garona the story of the War of the Shifting Sands, and the possible connection between the Qiraji Empire, the Old Gods, and the Twilight's Hammer.

Garona also reciprocated by translating the documents she found in the Twilight's Hammer camp to Valeera and Sharlayan.

Since many of these documents were written after the members of the Twilight's Hammer went insane, most of the content is inconsistent.

Occasionally, however, there is valuable intel mixed in, such as what the Twilight's Hammer is doing and their secret connection to a mysterious power.

As expected, these wretches who have been brainwashed by C'Thun are preparing to lift the seal, and have established contact with the vanguard troops sent by the Ra Empire.

At this moment, the workers of the Qiraji Empire are secretly digging the nest under the Twilight's Hammer's camp, which is the source of the strange noise that Sharlayan heard before.

Knowing that Sharlayan's father was only one step away from killing Cho'gall, but missed the opportunity due to sudden external factors, Garona hammered her palm regretfully.

"Unfortunately, let that damned two-headed ogre escape again."

After Gul'dan's death, Cho'gall was the only warlock who still had Garona's weakness.

As long as she can get rid of him, Garona can get the freedom she dreams of.

Sharlayan, who had been listening all the time, finally said, "Even if you get rid of all the Warlocks of the Shadow Council, the hidden dangers in your body still exist. This approach is only a temporary solution, not a permanent cure."

Garona looked at Sharlayan with a sharp look in her eyes: "...It seems that you already know my identity and past experiences?"

"Yes."

Sharlayan said seriously: "Garona Harfolson, the orc assassin who assassinated King Ryan Wrynn, if humans hear your name, they will definitely react faster than us."

Garona's face was cloudy and uncertain: "Don't call me Harf Olsen, that's an insulting term, and it means 'half-orc' in the orc language."

Sharlayan nodded solemnly: "I understand. Please don't get me wrong. I have no intention of insulting you. I am a half-breed myself, and I have been stared at by my tribe since I was a child."

Garona's eyes moved, and only then did she notice that Sharlayan's ears were slightly shorter than Valeera's.

"Really...It seems that mixed-race people don't have a good life no matter what race they are in."

The similar experience made Garona agree with Sharlayan a little more, and the communication between the two parties became more harmonious.

Sharlayan: "According to the available information, Cho'gall has already left Kalimdor, hiding in a corner and secretly planning how to further release the ancient gods and disrupt the peaceful situation in Azeroth."

"We don't know exactly where he went. We only know that he is related to the ancient **** N'Zoth."

Garona said thoughtfully: "Based on what I know about the Warlocks of the Shadow Council, your speculation should be correct. Cho'gall dare not take the risk to go to Northrend to contact Yogg-Saron."

"The next stop, I plan to go to Northeron to find the trace of that guy. Maybe he is really following the clues to track down Xalatas' whereabouts."

Garona is not interested in the battle of the quicksand. Her primary goal is to break free from the chain left by Gul'dan and gain true freedom.

Only by completing this obsession can she begin to think about how to spend the rest of her life.

Sharlayan shook his head and said, "Just like I said before, this approach is only a temporary solution, not the root cause."

"Have you ever thought about clearing the engraved runes in the soul from the source?"

Garona sighed: "Why haven't I thought about it, but I'm just a rough person, and I don't know anything about souls at all."

"Those disgusting warlocks are good at playing with souls, but I can't be humble enough to ask them for help."

"A dead warlock is a good warlock!"

Sharlayan corrected Garona's misunderstanding: "Your cognition is wrong. Warlocks are not the ones who know the soul best. It's just a by-product of Gul'dan's research on methods of torturing people."

"The one who knows the soul best is the necromancer who masters the power of the death side."

"At this stage, there are not many people in Azeroth who dare to say that they understand the power of death."

"It just so happens that I know a person who has in-depth research on the power of death and the soul. Perhaps he can help you solve this long-standing problem."

"Who?!"

Garona stepped forward and grabbed Sharlayan's sleeve excitedly: "What do you want me to do? As long as I can get rid of this **** bondage, I'm willing to do anything!"

【Ah... I can smell the smell of this book. 】

【No way, sir, are you guys so heavy on taste? Orcs can do it too. 】

[Maybe someone would like this, you say so, Sargeras (funny). 】

[Don't say goodbye to Sargeras, Med'an's setting has long been eaten up, and there is no such person in the annals. 】

The strange brain circuit of the bullet screen as always made the corner of Salayan's mouth twitch, and his face almost froze.

Sharlayan lived in Quel'Thalas since he was a child, and his aesthetics has long been adopted by the handsome men and women of the high elves. No matter how low the standard is, it is impossible to look up to Garona.

Even if the beast's blood is really boiling, isn't there a ready-made one by my side...

Cough... His train of thought was distracted by the barrage, and under Valeera's slightly weird gaze, Salayan hurriedly regained his mind.

Today, natural disasters have not yet appeared, and Azeroth's research on necromancy is still very backward. There is only one lich that has appeared since ancient times.

The only survivor of the Tirisfal Council, a human lich who participated in the troll war, Merry Winterwind.

But God knows where Merry Winterwind hid. The person Sharlayan was talking about was not Merry Winterwind, but the old bear Alfar who was sitting in the Thorny Whisperer's lair.

For Garona, getting rid of potential dangers and regaining the freedom of her soul is more important than anything else, for which she is willing to pay any price.

Now that Garona has taken the initiative to express her opinion, it is naturally impossible for Sharlayan to promise such a legendary thief generously.

But what exactly he wants Garona to do, he hasn't figured it out yet.

Sharlayan wanted to kill Cho'gall who was making troubles everywhere, but even if he didn't specifically put forward this condition, Garona, who hated the Shadow Council, would continue to track Cho'gall's whereabouts until she personally killed him.

"Keep your promise for now~lightnovelpub.net~ Maybe I will ask for your help when I encounter trouble in the future."

Sharlayan didn't make Garona feel anxious, and directed her bluntly to Drustvar to seek the help of the Great Thorn Whisperer.

If Alfa can't do anything about the prohibition in her soul, Sharlayan still has a last resort.

Find Bwonsamdi.

But it's not so easy to make a deal with that old fox, he will definitely make Garona pay something as a price.

The question she had been pursuing for many years finally got the answer. Garona was a little emotionally unstable, and it took a while to calm down gradually.

"Kul Tiras... is too far away from Kalimdor, and it is the core territory of humans. I need to make corresponding preparations before setting off."

Sharlayan gave a suggestion: "The troop carriers of Kul Tiras will arrive at the South Seaport of Tanaris soon, you can go to the coastline of eastern Tanaris to lurk in advance, and prepare for the return journey on those troop carriers. Find a way to sneak in."

"Sneaking into an empty troop carrier shouldn't be difficult for you, a legendary assassin, right?"