Since New Arcandor settled in Crystalsong Forest, the magic web, which was in disarray due to the arcane explosion, gradually returned to normal.

Part of the crystallized area in the forest thawed out. Today's Crystal Song Forest is a bit of a misnomer, and no trace of crystallization can be seen for a long time.

According to the lord Bod Linyu, the residents of New Sandara City once debated whether to change the name of this place back to the original Moonsong Forest.

However, just as the night elves' commoners have always held hostility towards the high elves, the high elves' commoners also have a DNA-derived sense of rejection towards the night elves.

Month, this word frequently appears in all aspects of night elf society. If it is not necessary, high elves will subconsciously avoid it when naming things.

Of course there are exceptions, such as Silvermoon City, the capital of Quel'Thalas.

Silvermoon City was the name of the capital that Dath'Remar led the Highborne to Eversong Forest when they first came to Eversong Forest, and it inevitably had the meaning of nostalgia for the past.

After a long debate, some even proposed to change the name of Crystalsong Forest to Sunsong Forest.

Lord Lin Yu, who was so quarreled, didn't bother to entangle any longer, and directly made a decision to maintain the original name of Crystal Song Forest, and it will not be changed in the future...at least he will not change it while he is still in office.

With the aid of the great rune tree planted by Fandral Staghelm in his early years, New Arcandor managed the arcane and natural forces of Crystalsong Forest in an orderly manner.

The once uninhabitable Crystalsong Forest has been transformed into a place to live and work in peace and contentment. The people who migrated from Eversong Forest really like it.

It would be better if there was no threat of war.

Sharlayan uses his own red dragon power to attract the abundant natural energy of Crystalsong Forest, and transforms it into highly active healing power through his own transfer.

Under the catalysis of the overflowing natural energy, the grass on the ground grew wildly, and the trees closer to Sharlayan also ushered in the second spring, and slowly climbed up to become more luxuriant.

In the small area circled by Valeera, the wounded soldiers felt itching from their wounds one after another.

Ignoring the observation of the abnormal growth of the surrounding vegetation, many wounded soldiers curiously lifted the gauze to check their injuries.

They were surprised to find that the wound that was still oozing blood was healing rapidly, and in just a few seconds, only pale pink scars could be seen.

The hideous and ugly wound on Cirvanas' face also healed quickly, and she could clearly feel the revitalized facial flesh.

"This is really... a miracle."

Like other wounded soldiers, Cirvanas looked at Sharlayan who raised his hands and guided the spell in amazement.

Bathed in the radiance of emerald green natural energy, Sharlayan seemed to have become the master of this forest, blending in with the surrounding environment without any sense of disobedience.

A term popped up subconsciously in Cirvanas' mind: 'Child of Nature? '

The fact is exactly as Cirvanas observed.

With the continuous guidance of the tranquility technique, the concentration of natural energy in Sarlayan's body rose rapidly, completely suppressing the activity of other energies.

This is not a good thing.

The happy wounded soldiers didn't notice, but Cirvanas noticed something strange through his sharp eyes.

Sharlayan's skin was gradually drying up, becoming like bark, and the hair strands on his head seemed to be moving, as if something was about to grow out of his head.

Sharlayan didn't want to be like Malfurion with horns on his head and feathers on his hands.

Malfurion's antlers are a natural blessing bestowed by Cenarius, essentially a boon.

But this kind of gift is not what Sharlayan wants, he still thinks the dragon horn is more beautiful.

"Stella, it's your turn."

Stellagosa, who was standing beside Salayan, saw the abnormality on Salayan more clearly than Cirvanas.

She nodded with a solemn expression, and carefully manipulated the arcane energy in the magic net to inject into Sharlayan's body, so as to reconcile the excess natural energy.

This is the first time that Sharlayan has used the druid's orthodox balance method in a serious manner, orderly integrating the power of nature and the power of arcane magic.

Under the suppression of arcane energy, Sharlayan's abnormality caused by excess natural energy gradually returned to normal.

When the large-scale, high-intensity Tranquility was guided, the wounded soldiers who woke up from a dream were pleasantly surprised to find that their injuries had improved significantly.

Most of the wounded soldiers recruited by Cirvanas were trauma patients, and they could be cured with simple and crude methods.

As for those patients with internal injuries whose injuries went deep into the internal organs, Salayan was powerless for the time being. With his current control over natural energy, he still couldn't achieve precise internal healing.

"what…"

Although it used external energies, Sarlayan was still under a lot of pressure as an output transfer station for these energies.

As soon as the spell was over, he sat down on the ground, raised his hand with lingering fear and looked at the smooth skin on his arm.

"Sure enough, Amunay's body vision is not a coincidence, but an inevitable result of the excessive activation of a single natural energy."

The harm caused by the excessive accumulation of a single energy gave Sharlayan some inspiration and inspiration.

This is true for the gentle natural energy, but what about the more restless arcane and evil energy?

Is it for this reason that there are so many titans with different powers in the pantheon?

This question has no answer for the time being, but it has sounded the alarm for Sharlayan.

As the ancient sages in different worlds said, a lone yin never grows, and a lone yang never grows.

Too much dependence on a single energy is likely to allow them to overflow without restraint.

Sharlayan finally knows why Malygos, who is in charge of the arcane arts of Azeroth, is proficient in various types of spells. It is presumably because of this reason that he has dabbled a lot in order to neutralize the excess arcane energy .

Salayan was in a daze for a short while, and the wounded soldiers had pulled off the gauze bandages on their bodies and cheered happily.

Cirvanas also silently looked at Sharlayan, whose eyes were empty, with grateful eyes, and after about a minute, he withdrew his expression and turned his head to drink.

"What are you yelling about? Do you want to blow up the camp?"

"When you recover from your injuries, return to your posts. The war is not over yet!"

"Yes! General Windrunner!"

All the soldiers brought out by Li Reisa through war support are elite.

With Cirvanas' reminder, they quickly recovered from the joy of recovery.

As the Ranger General said, the threat of frost trolls remains, and this difficult war is far from over.

…

The sudden cheers from within the city walls resounded through the sky, but the Frost Troll camp outside the city was filled with low air pressure.

The high elves had a city wall, and the loss of soldiers was far less than that of the trolls on the attacking side.

Drakkari is not a forest troll who has been oppressed by Quel'Thalas for thousands of years. Although this war has suffered a lot, it is far from being broken.

This is why Sharlayan didn't want to fight with Drakkari.

How can it be so easy to destroy a complete troll empire.

The forest trolls are Quel'Thalas who have been constrained for more than 2,000 years before being strangled a little bit of hope of revival. God knows how long it will take to polish the vitality of Drakkari.

Not to mention the Zandalari's secret intervention in the current war in the Zul'Drak region, it is impossible for them to watch the high elves use their old tricks to eat up the frost trolls bit by bit.

The generals of the frost trolls are having a meeting to discuss how to attack in order to defeat the strong defense of the high elves.

The sudden cheers from inside the city walls made them all look irritable and unhappy.

"Everyone, please stay calm."

Due to their height, most trolls are habitually hunched over.

But at this time, the troll who made the sound straightened his back and glanced at the compatriots beside him in a condescending posture.

"Don't be fooled by the illusion deliberately created by the high elves~lightnovelpub.net~ After many days of fierce fighting, the morale and physical condition of the defenders are close to collapse."

"As long as we work harder, we can break through this annoying city wall, smash the high elves' schemes, take back Dak'Saron Fortress in one fell swoop, and regain the initiative to attack Crystalsong Forest and Grizzly Hills in our own hands !"

One of the Drakkari generals immediately echoed and shouted: "The special envoy is right! Kill those guys who play witchcraft! Drakkari will win!"

'Oh~'

It was easy to stir up Drakalai's low morale, and the straight-backed troll sneered in his heart.

'It really is a mindless idiot, just right, this is convenient for me to wait for the Zandalari to manipulate secretly. '

Little do they know that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.

Just when the Zandalat envoy was satisfied, on a tree outside the troll camp, a high elf in camouflage that almost blended with the environment silently raised the corners of his mouth.

'Found you, Instigator of the Zandalari. '