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After being dragons, Sharlayan and Stellagosa theoretically don't need much sleep time, but this doesn't mean that they will stay awake for a long time.

The body of the dragon people will not have the same decline in immunity as ordinary people because of staying up late, but they will still feel tired mentally.

If it wasn't for the conditions, Sharlayan and Stellagosa would also recover their energy through sleep.

It wasn't that Sarlayan disliked Valeera's sleepiness, but that she was worried that she would think "I'm an outsider", which would affect her mood.

It wasn't that Sharlayan was talking nonsense, Valeera's emotional changes could indeed tell some clues.

Recently, Salayan and Stellagosa often stayed up late with Onyxia to do errands, but Valeera needed a fixed time of rest every day.

Although she didn't say anything, the always strong Valeera was quite depressed about this, she didn't want to be excluded by the people around her.

Sharlayan tried to infuse Valeera with life force, but due to the inability to do so, the life force injected into Valeera's body could only take effect for a while, and the transformation efficiency was extremely low.

Now that the high elves in Northrend are still at war, it is impossible for Sharlayan to leave those compatriots who are working hard in the north and run back to Northrend alone to settle their private affairs.

Not to mention that he couldn't pass the test in his heart, it was impossible for Valeera, who always put the overall situation first, to allow Salayan to do this.

Stellagosa pointed to Sharlayan's sleeping bag, and said to him through the soul link: "You should take a nap for a while, I'll watch the second half of the night, anyway, it's not far from dawn."

Seeing that Sharlayan was about to refute something, Stellagosa forcefully pushed him back into the sleeping bag with his magic hands.

"Stop talking nonsense and go to bed quickly. Why are you being polite to me? It just so happens that I can confirm the whereabouts of the group of trolls through the eyes of the familiar."

"Uh~"

Having said all this, Sharlayan could only accept Little Xingxing's kindness with a wry smile.

"Okay, remember to wake us up on time."

…

At around 5 o'clock in the morning, when Sarlayan got out of his sleeping bag in high spirits after smelling the fragrance, Valeera and Stellagosa had already arrived under the tree and started preparing breakfast.

Breakfast is grilled fish, which Stellagosa caught from the lake early this morning.

If it wasn't for worrying about waking up Salayan and Valeera with too much movement, Stellagosa would have wanted to catch the crocodile that was trying to hunt her in the water and sacrifice its teeth.

Fish fresh out of the water is delicious and needs only a pinch of salt to make a good meal.

After finishing the breakfast happily, Stellagosa waved his fingers to draw a magic tracking line on the ground, and the three of them only needed to follow the clues all the way to find the location of the familiar crow.

Sharlayan turned into a great white deer in the form of traveling, and galloped through the forest with Stellagosa and Valeera on it.

When he was about to reach the area where the familiar was, Stellagosa's elf ears suddenly trembled.

"stop."

Sarlayan turned from moving to quiet like a stream of kindness, and Stellagosa closed his eyes, closed his other senses and concentrated on listening to the sound in the distance.

"It's the sound of fighting. Those trolls moving south are in trouble."

In the last short distance, the three of them approached cautiously.

When they came to a hill with dense vegetation, they finally saw the battle that Stellagosa said.

The combatants of the Darkspear trolls are engaged in battle with another group of jungle trolls many times their number.

Although the leader of the Darkspear troll was brave and good at fighting, he was no match for two fists. Under the pressure of the opponent's absolute superiority in numbers, the Darkspear troll seemed to be defeated, and it might not last long.

Those trolls who are hostile to Darkspear should be from the Skullsplitter clan.

From Sharlayan's point of view, it doesn't matter who wins or loses. He just wants to ask for directions, and Darkspear and Skullsplitting are fine.

However, the bullet screen raised objections to this.

[You still have to consider who is better at communicating with Skullspear or Dark Spear. 】

[The Skullsplit clan is one of the touburs of Stranglethorn Valley. They have always been domineering, and they still maintain the bad habit of cannibalism. 】

[Trolls and elves are feuds, will the powerful Skullsplit clan really communicate with you patiently? I'm afraid it's not communicating with the stomach. 】

[Take a look at the Darkspear trolls in turn, now happens to be their weakest time. 】

[If you can lend a helping hand in a timely manner, not to mention turning an enemy into a friend, at least you won't be rejected if you ask for directions, right? 】

Sharlayan didn't have the luck of a certain orc's savior of destiny. As a member of the elves, he didn't dare to expect that the trolls would have a good impression of him, and he would be incensed if he didn't fight directly.

"emmmmm..."

Sharlayan weighed it and thought that what the barrage said was also reasonable.

"Valeera, Stella, do you think...the Skullsplitting troll will communicate well with us?"

"what?"

Valeera asked inexplicably: "It's broad daylight, what are you talking about in your sleep? How can trolls communicate well with us elves."

Stellagosa also smiled and shook his head: "I can probably guess what you mean. If you ask for directions and choose one, I suggest choosing another team of trolls with fewer numbers."

"Let's not talk about whether they are willing to say it, even if they turn their faces...it will be easier to deal with at that time."

"Well... makes sense."

Sharlayan took the Valaghar twin swords from behind: "Then... let's get ready to fight, and save people when the Darkspear troll can't hold on anymore."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter how many people the troll die.

No matter how persuasive the bullet screen is from the perspective of God, Sharlayan will not show mercy to the troll, even if the opponent is the Darkspear troll who may become one of the protagonists of Azeroth in the future.

Perhaps after actually having contact with the Darkspear trolls, Sharlayan will change his views because of their different views from other trolls, but at least for now, he will not treat the Darkspear trolls preconceivedly.

The chieftain of the Darkspear troll is Sen'jin, a powerful troll who has also trained in the professions of witch doctor and warrior, and is now in the prime of his life.

Sen'jin's strength is obviously higher than the other trolls present, and the head-splitting troll has no master who can face him head-on.

"Weird."

Sharlayan touched his chin with a strange expression: "A small clan like Darkspear can actually raise such talents. Is it really destiny?"

Sand sculpture netizens are not familiar with Sen'jin, they are familiar with Sen'jin's son Vol'jin, the next Darkspear troll chieftain.

Sharlayan deliberately searched among the old, weak, sick and disabled under the protection of the Darkspear warriors, but he didn't find any young trolls who had special treatment.

"Won't you also go to the battlefield?"

Turning his attention to the Darkspear fighters who were fighting the Skullsplitter troll, Sharlayan actually found a relatively short troll.

This young troll was protected by other fighters at the back, but he did not fish for fish. Instead, he danced the traditional voodoo dance of trolls non-stop, blessing his comrades on the front line with various boosting states.

"The witch doctor...is that him?"

[It should be, judging from his height, this kid should not be an adult, but he stepped onto the battlefield early, and he is very talented. 】

[Those troll warriors protected him intentionally or unintentionally, not only because he is a witch doctor with a high status in the clan~lightnovelpub.net~Most likely it is Wojin himself. 】

Although Sen'jin is unbeatable on the battlefield, and the young Vol'jin also performed well, the father and son could not reverse the overall defeat with their own strength.

As the Skullsplitter trolls dispatched their elite to surround Sen'jin, their numerical superiority was finally revealed.

Seeing that the Darkspear troll was unable to maintain its line of defense under the enemy's impact, Sharlayan took the lead in standing up from the half-squatting state.

"It's time, let's save people."

"Okay~"

Valeera pulled up the mask habitually, started stealth and disappeared from the spot.

After Sharlayan stepped on the ground and jumped out of the hill, only Stellagosa remained in place, holding the Meteorite Rod in his hand, muttering and preparing for the great spell.

The Darkspear's line of defense was crushed just at this moment. The young Vol'jin gritted his teeth and tried his best to assist the Darkspear fighters in the fight, but in the end he was powerless and could only watch helplessly as those ferocious Skullsplitting trolls killed him. into the civilian ranks.

In battles between trolls and troll clans, they usually only kill the enemy's vital forces and useless old people, and take the opponent's women and children back to their own clan.

Just as a head-splitting troll was laughing and trying to grab the "beauty" of a Darkspear troll, a "hidden weapon" thrown from the side with great force pierced his neck.

"Ho!"

Before dying, he lowered his head in disbelief, and the head-splitting troll found a long sword growing out of his neck.

"Enemy attack..."

"Bah!"

Sharlayan, who followed closely, grabbed the hilt of his sword again, and chopped off the head of the head-splitting troll. Blood sprayed the face of the dumbfounded troll beauty.

The troll beauty looked at the short and handsome man who rushed into the enemy's line and killed wantonly, and questioned in an unbelievable low voice: "High elves?"