When Sharlayan and his party entered the city, the senior officials of Azronerub were gathering in the palace and arguing fiercely.

Standing on the platform of the throne, Anub'arak looked helplessly at the noisy ministers.

The battle situation on the front line was urgent, and even the brave and skilled nerubian lord Anubrekhan died at the hands of the undead. This bad news quickly exploded in the senior management of Azronelub.

Today Azjonelub's ministers are roughly divided into three factions.

Surrender faction, recalcitrant faction, transfer faction.

Both the surrender faction and the recalcitrant platoon are easy to understand, and the core idea of ​​the transfer faction can be summed up in one sentence.

Keep the green hills, and don't worry about no firewood.

As long as the decision-makers headed by King Anub'arak are still there, the country will not perish, and sooner or later there will be a chance to regain the territory captured by the undead natural disaster.

The three sides hold their own views, do not back down, each has its own reasons, and Anub'arak does not know which faction he should fall to as a king.

"Hey~"

Looking at the noisy ministers in the audience, Anub'arak sighed rather desolately.

"If it weren't for the large amount of main combat power that wouldn't dare to pull back, mere undead...huh!"

"Stop! Who are you! Why are you trespassing on the palace!"

Just when Anub'arak was hesitating whether to use the last resort, the loud shouts of guards came from outside the gate of the palace, and the voice even overwhelmed the meeting hall like a vegetable market.

"This is…"

Anub'arak's tentacles moved: "Amplification spell?"

"I am Polwa Skye! The only heir to the fallen border lord Nurich Skye! I have important matters to report to His Majesty the King!"

"It's about the survival of the kingdom, you all get out of the way!"

"Bold! You..."

The conflict outside the door made the ministers who had been arguing in full swing stop, and turned their heads to look at the still closed palace gate like gossip.

"enough."

Taking advantage of the silence in the chamber, Anub'arak ordered loudly outside the door: "Guards, let them in."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

"Squeak~"

The heavy obsidian door was slowly pushed inward, and Anub'arak saw the familiar young noble walking in the front at a glance.

"Polwa Skye, I still remember you. Your family is very loyal to the royal family and has been guarding the borders of the kingdom for thousands of years... It's a pity."

Anub'arak is a huge crypt nerubian. His family is several circles larger than ordinary nerubians, and he is born with powerful fighting talents.

The Nerubians of the Crypt have an extraordinary status in Ajjonelub, and King Anub'arak and the fallen chief general Anub'brakan are both outstanding figures in the clan.

It is precisely because of the extraordinary status of the Nerubians in the Crypt that the death of the mighty Anubrekhan will have a huge impact on the top management of Azronelub.

In terms of combat power alone, I am afraid that only King Anub'arak in the country can stabilize Anub'brakan.

From Sharlayan's point of view, these ministers who blindly worship the combat power of the Nerubians in the Crypt are really funny, and the state of breaking the defense without authorization also makes him a little dumbfounded.

Sharlayan has always emphasized that before transcending the limits of mortals and stepping into the realm of demigods, individual power is insignificant on a battlefield where tens of thousands of people are at every turn.

Even Sharlayan, who has the blood of the dragon, can only turn into a flying ball once surrounded by the army.

Large-scale dragon breath?

Sharlayan could indeed kill dozens or even hundreds of people with one breath, but when the number of enemies reached thousands, or even tens of thousands, what effect would a few breaths of dragons have?

During the defense of Sunsail Harbor, Sharlayan had already proved this truth with practical actions.

Even the incarnation of Ursoc with strong defensive power will still break through the enemy's continuous spell bombardment.

Sharlayan didn't know the details of Anubrekhan's death in battle, but according to the blind admiration of the nerubians for the Nerubians in the Nerubians, the nerubian lord who was sycophanting all day probably died in waves. Not knowing how much he weighed, he rushed into the enemy group.

And then... there is no more.

Caught in the fearless and tireless hordes of the undead, the flightless Anub'brakan has only one way to escape.

underground.

But here comes the problem. After this period of fighting, the natural disaster side has resurrected many crypt demons. In terms of burrowing ability, the crypt demons without pain and fatigue are more powerful than the living nerubians.

In any case, the final result of that battle was the death of Anubrekan. The morale of the Nerubian army, which had been boosted by the chief general's personal battle, saw what it meant to be ups and downs, and its morale collapsed almost instantly.

When Sarlayan was trying to replay the death of Anubrekhan under the real-time translation of Vesina, Polwa was a little emotional and half-kneeled on the ground, respectfully paying respects to Anubrekan who was standing on the throne platform. Barack bowed.

"Your Majesty still remembers me and my father's name, the Skye family is very honored!"

Anub'arak encouraged Bolva a few words, and then turned his attention to the most conspicuous foreigners present.

"Outsiders, report your name, why did you go deep into the ground and enter the territory of the Kingdom of Azronelub?"

Anub'arak's words surprised Salayan, Valeera and the others.

Not because of the discursive content of this query, but the language itself.

Anub'arak actually spoke the Elvish language with a well-spoken accent. According to the slightly different intonation from the Thalasian language, Sharlayan speculated that it should be spoken by the ancient high elves living in Northrend. local dialect.

[Let me see, who else in Azeroth can't speak a second language other than their mother tongue? 】

[Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is not surprising. 】

[Since the Dark Night Empire established contact with Aizhuo Nerub by accident, it is normal for the Nerubians who admire the splendid culture of the Dark Night Empire to learn Elvish language. 】

[It's like learning the eagle language of the Anza people crazily when we advocated looking west in the early years? 】

【stop! Don't talk about state affairs. 】

The origin of the Nerubians can be traced back to the Dark Empire and the Yaqi Empire at the earliest, and their ancestors can be regarded as rich.

But even the troll empire and the dark empire at their peak, regardless of their combat power, still have a big gap with the dark night empire in terms of culture and art.

These soft powers are difficult to play a role in wartime, but they can always prevail in peacetime.

When the culture was strong, the Dark Night Empire attracted a large number of people from other races to come here, and they took the initiative to learn the language of the elves, just to better experience the brilliant culture and art of the Dark Night Empire.

The Kingdom of Azronelub is one of them.

After being surprised for a while, Sharlayan and the others quickly came back to their senses.

In any case, it is a good thing that Anub'arak understands Elvish language. If Vishina, who is not proficient in Elvish language, translates, there will inevitably be some mistakes and omissions.

Led by Sharlayan, Stellagosa, Valeera, Siesta and Onyxia all politely bowed to Anub'arak~lightnovelpub.net~Respected King of Azronerub , Anub'arak, the mighty Nerubian of the Nerubians, it is an honor to meet you. "

"I am the investigation envoy appointed by Wyrmrest Temple, Sharlayan Deep Shadow, and these three are my accompanying companions, Valeera Sangunar, Siesta, the blue dragon Stellagosa and the black dragon Ao Nexia."

"At the order of Dragonrest Temple, we came here to investigate why the Nerubians appeared on the surface."

"Dragon Rest Temple..."

Anub'arak's eyes are very small compared to his huge body, but his eyes are very agile, no different from other intelligent races.

Sharlayan obviously saw Anub'arak's eyes fluctuate, obviously he had heard of the reputation of Wyrmrest Temple.

"So that's the case, please ask the envoy to apologize to the powerful Dragon Clan on my behalf."

"The Kingdom of Azronelub has no intention of marching to the ground, that is, some poor people who lost their homes in the war temporarily fled to the ground for refuge."

"I promise that once the war between Azjonelub and the Scourge is over, the refugees will be able to return to their homeland and resettle."

"Is the war over...?"

Sharlayan smiled meaningfully: "Your Majesty the King, let's not talk dark words, let's just get straight to the point."

"Forgive me, but the Kingdom of Azronelub, which has just lost a general, is really confident that it can repel the undead of the Scourge?"

Anub'arak's eyes became sharp: "What does the envoy mean by this sentence? Could it be that he thought we would be defeated by the undead?"

Sharlayan nodded without hesitation: "According to the current situation, Ajjonelub, who has shown signs of decline, is not an opponent of the undead and natural disasters. If we can't find an opportunity to break the status quo... the destruction of the country and the family may be just around the corner. gone."