Remember [New] in a second! Unlike Valeera, who only attacked at weak points of defense, Sharlayan, as a warrior, needed to face Xavius ​​directly.

Due to the level difference of nearly 20 levels, even with the blessings of the Avatar of the Gods and the Transformation of the Dragon Man, under normal circumstances, Sharlayan would not be able to break through the magic armor on Xavius' body.

But Sarlayan was not the main attacker in this battle. He had a very clear position on himself as an opportunist who focused on spreading salt to Xavius' wounds.

Because of the disadvantaged environment and Xavius's outbreak regardless of cost, Maiev, who had ended her state of revenge god, faced Xavius ​​alone at a disadvantage, but she was not completely powerless to fight back.

Taking advantage of the short delay of Sarlayan and Valeera, Maiev broke free from the control of the nightmare, and backhanded one after another caused major damage to Xavius ​​that could affect the battle situation.

Sharlayan really couldn't break through Xavius's defense head-on, but using the beheading skill to cut the wound could deal him a huge amount of damage.

Cutting in along the wound cut by the wheel of judgment, Quel'sera, who was glowing with blood-red skills, chopped off Sareth's head in one fell swoop.

The head of the satyr with devil horns gurgled and fell to the ground. What spewed out from the wound was not blood, but some kind of dark and ominous alien energy.

Sharlayan and Valeera who were closest to him hurriedly backed away, and the slower-moving Sharlayan was splashed with some black spots on his skin, and these strange energies immediately began to corrode his soul.

Fortunately, such a little sputtered energy could not have a substantial impact on Sharlayan, at most it would make him uncomfortable for a while.

With the crazily pouring out of the pitch-black energy, Xavius's obese body quickly shriveled up like a deflated balloon, and soon returned to the standard Sartre figure.

Without waiting for the team members present to observe carefully, Savis' head and body turned into black ash and dissipated at the same time, leaving no clues for further investigation.

"Tsk!"

Maiev smacked her lips in displeasure: "The master behind this guy is cautious enough, but it's a pity that he couldn't catch its tail."

Who is behind Xavius's support for his troubles? Sharlayan told Malfurion when he first entered the Emerald Dream, and Maiev also heard about it from other people before the operation began.

"The Demon with Thousand Beards, N'Zoth."

Taking Quel'Sera back into the sheath, Sharlayan said solemnly: "Of the three known ancient gods, N'Zoth is the most active on the surface, but actually the most cautious."

Deathwing, Cho'gall, and Xavius ​​are all lackeys of N'Zoth, and Sharlayan has more or less contact with them.

So far, no one has found any decisive clues related to N'Zoth's body.

The barrage has already said that N'Zoth was sealed in Ny'alotha, but there are different opinions among sand sculpture netizens in different worlds about where Ny'alotha is.

First of all, the barrage can confirm that Ny'alotha's body is not in Pandaria and Uldum, which will be invaded in the future, but hidden somewhere deep in the sea.

But where exactly, the barrage does not know.

But they told Sharlayan who was most likely to know the true location of Ny'alotha.

The only Queen of the Night Empire, known as the Light of Light, Azshara ls Leian: "Azshara is still alive?!"

This was the first time Salayan had heard of this information. Due to the preconceived impression given by the historical materials he had read before, Salayan thought that Azshara had long since died in the catastrophe.

[Of course he didn't die. With Azshara's strength similar to that of Archimonde, if it wasn't for protecting those people who also sank into the sea, how could it be N'Zoth's turn to ask for conditions. 】

[Azshara and N'Zoth are not in a subordinate relationship, the two should be regarded as equal cooperation. 】

[N'Zoth gave the night elves who sank into the sea a new shape, allowing them to move freely in the sea without breathing. 】

[And Azshara promised N’Zoth that she would personally help it rebuild the Dark Empire, a brand new empire led by her. 】

[After the deal was concluded, both Azshara and the night elves who fell into the sea were transformed into Naga. 】

[The Naga is still directly managed by Azshara. After ten thousand years of development, wherever there is a sea, you can see traces of Naga activities. 】

[It is true that the countryside surrounds the city. 】

"Azshara..."

The beheading operation was successfully completed, and the Nightmare King, who had plagued the Emerald Dream for thousands of years, was finally decapitated. The tree-surrounding troops who heard the good news began to celebrate wildly.

Tyrande, as the leader of the race, couldn't shirk such a big matter, so he could only bite the bullet and rush to Val'sharah, and publicly praised Maiev who was cold-faced the whole time.

...But everyone can see that Tyrande's fake smile is almost cramp. valley

After leaving the Emerald Dream, Sharlayan would often show a thoughtful expression, which left Valeera puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

At the celebration banquet held by Lola Hill, Valeera, who was wearing a red low-cut dress, walked up to Salayan with a wine glass and asked questions with a puzzled look on her face.

"Isn't it a good thing to kill the Nightmare King? Why do you still look frowning?"

Sharlayan took a sip of the fruit wine, and said with a flat expression: "To N'Zoth, Xavius ​​is just a useful dog. If he doesn't have one, he can find another one."

"If we can't solve the ancient **** hiding in the dark and making troubles from the source, we will definitely encounter a second, third, or even countless 'Savis' in the future."

Valeera shook her head amusedly: "In the final analysis, you still have to worry about being excluded from the team."

"The battle of C'Thun is definitely impossible to participate in, so you are eyeing N'Zoth again?"

"Well…"

Sharlayan rolled his eyes angrily: "Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

Valeera's delicate eyebrows curled up, and she smiled triumphantly: "How long do you think I've known you? As soon as you pouted your butt, I knew you were going to... Forget it, it's not very civilized to say that."

He raised his wine glass and touched Sarlayan, Valeera straightened his face and advised, "Just like what Aunt Inas said, don't be too impatient, we still have enough time to grow, don't rashly step into something beyond your abilities. Extreme battlefield."

Sharlayan sighed lightly: "I know, that's why I specifically went to Maiev this time to stand up to the overall situation."

"With our current strength, let alone the ancient god, even if we face his minions directly, we may not be able to save our lives."

"The road does have to be walked step by step, but this doesn't prevent me from making some plans in advance, right?"

Valeera gracefully shrugged her snow-white shoulders that were exposed outside the dress: "Of course, I just hope you won't be bound by your obsession."

"Don't blindly stare at the distant future, try to live every day we are experiencing, find joy in ordinary daily life, and learn to enjoy life."

"Enjoy life..."

Previously, Sharlayan had been a little absent-minded because of something on his mind.

When he came back to his senses, he noticed that Valeera had changed into a gorgeous evening dress at some point.

"The dress is nice, it suits you very well."

Valeera hooked the corners of her mouth, and turned around in front of Sharlayan generously.

"If you like it, I can show it to you in private when I have time later."

"By the way, the atmosphere in the venue is getting more and more pink, do you want to go out together to get some fresh air?"

As a race blessed with immortality by the World Tree, the night elves are no worse than the high elves in enjoying life.

The celebration banquet after the great war is the best place for men and women who are full of hormones to communicate~lightnovelpub.net~ This kind of ambiguous atmosphere has long been seen by Salayan and Valeera, and neither of them intends to stay in the Watching other people's performances here, they simply went outside the venue together to enjoy the morning breeze of Valsharah.

Valeera: "Where do you plan to go next? Suramar? Or the Broken Shore?"

Sharlayan pondered for a moment: "Neither of them."

"Druids are watching on the Broken Shore. Once the orcs arrive, they will respond as soon as possible. The Druids in the Dreamgrove will also share the news with us as soon as possible."

"Suramar is not in a hurry. I have entrusted Rensa Concrete to help find the key figures. It will not be too late to act when there is new progress."

Renza Gianthoof is the archdruid who sits in the Dreamwood all year round. He knows more about the Broken Isles than Fandral Staghelmet, and he is a proper local snake.

Valeera asked puzzled, "Then where are you going? Go to Highmountain to find the tauren?"

"No."

Sharlayan narrowed his eyes slightly: "I want to go to Azsuna first, maybe I can find the information I want there."