Remember [New] in a second! Sharlayan looked around the arena. Under Vol'jin's order, the yelling spectators were pulled into the background by the guards.

In Nuoda's arena, apart from Sharlayan and his party, only Vol'jin and a few of his henchmen were left.

Sharlayan turned his head to look behind him, and nodded to Stellagosa and Onyxia who were still waiting for his instructions.

In front of the wide-eyed Vol'jin, the blue dragon and one of the slender black dragons shrank rapidly, turning into two ugly (troll aesthetic) high elves and human women.

Wojin looked confused: "Marquis of Deep Shadow, this is?"

Sharlayan smiled and patted Vol'jin's upper arm: "As you said, they are all my friends, as for the one over there..."

Vol'jin followed Sharlayan's fingers, just as Onyxia walked up to another unconscious black dragon and forcibly transformed him into a tall purple-skinned male elf.

"…Night Elf?"

"oh?"

Sharlayan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Vol'jin, have you met the night elves?"

Vol'jin nodded and said, "Last year in Booty Bay, I encountered a fleet of night elves who came across the sea to buy goblin goods."

"Goblin goods..." The corner of Salayan's mouth twitched: "Let me ask, isn't it buying bombs made by goblins?"

Vol'jin looked at Sharlayan in surprise: "How do you know? Those night elves are here to buy a new type of weapon called 'depth charges'."

Sharlayan's expression was a little weird: "A depth charge... okay, I know what they want to do."

'It seems that the night elves were very uncomfortable being run over by the Naga at sea, and they broke the routine and went to the Eastern Kingdom to buy goblin bombs. '

If Tyrande was still in power now, it would be impossible for that old stubborn to issue such an order that she considered "disgraceful".

But now Malfurion is in power. Compared to Tyrande, this Archdruin is a pragmatic faction. As long as he is helpful to the night elves, he will not care about face or shame.

Sharlayan admired Malfurion's pragmatic style very much. He earned his own face, not by pretending to force it out.

Unconscious from Vol'jin, the still-recovered Sunderland wrapped himself around the comatose Baltos, making sure he wouldn't wake up suddenly.

It wasn't until Onyxia forcibly transformed Bartos back into a human form and Salayan carried him on his shoulders that Sunderland shifted his target and attached himself to Salayan.

Sharlayan and his party flew westward from the scorching canyon towards the sea. Since they were flying at a low altitude close to the sea, the black dragon covered by the mountain wall had no idea which direction they were heading.

Moreover, Stranglethorn Vale is far away from Scorching Canyon, Sharlayan does not believe that the black dragon in Blackwing Lair can track it here in a short time.

The jungle trolls have fought countless years of civil war in Stranglethorn Vale, and a large number of small and medium clans have suffered. The ruins of the long-destroyed jungle troll clans can be seen everywhere in the north and south of Stranglethorn Vale.

The Darkspear clan finally developed to its current scale, and Sharlayan did not want to ruin their future because of his negligence.

He declined Vol'jin's invitation to be a guest at the Darkspear troll's new home, and quietly found an uninhabited ruin near the wildling coast in the north of the Gurubashi Arena.

With the help of Vol'jin and his men, Sharlayan and his party quickly tidied up the barely-livable house.

"Sorry, Vol'jin."

Sharlayan smiled bitterly and said to Vol'jin: "If possible, we don't want to land in such a ostentatious way. The jungle in Stranglethorn Vale is too dense, and we really can't find a suitable place to settle down for a while."

If Sharlayan and the others were just going out for an adventure, with the size of a griffin, they could barely pass through the jungle and land.

But dragons...

Rather than bringing down a large number of trees to cause greater concern, it would be better to land on the Gurubashi Arena controlled by the Darkspear clan, so that if something goes wrong, the Darkspear trolls can control it nearby.

Wojin waved his hand indifferently: "Where, it's just a trivial matter."

"Since the Gurubashi Arena reopened, there will always be something 'exciting' every once in a while."

"In the eyes of those viewers, today's incident is just one of the 'stimuli'."

Sharlayan smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "That's right, after all, it's a **** and brutal beast show, so it's not normal for some accidents to happen."

In fact, the Gurubashi Arena does not only have beast performances, there are also regular arena points competitions, but Sharlayan and the others just happened to meet the beast arena.

After settling in the temporary residence, Vol'jin sent his subordinates to guard the gate outside the ruins, and Sharlayan began to briefly tell him the whole story.

Vol'jin has lived in Stranglethorn Vale since birth, unlike his father, Sen'jin, who went to study in Zandalar.

Although Sen'jin unreservedly taught Vol'jin all the knowledge he had learned, he had never personally experienced those magnificent events and lacked practical experience in dealing with large-scale emergencies.

For the fledgling Vol'jin, dragons are transcendent creatures that exist in legend, not usually seen in everyday life in the mortal realm.

Although the young and mature Wojin was very decent before, but in fact, like other young people, he is full of curiosity about the dragons that appear in many novels.

After hearing Sharlayan's description, Vol'jin stared at him with wide eyes in astonishment.

"You mean... you have dragon blood?"

Sharlayan waved his hand amusedly: "Don't be so reserved, you don't need to use honorifics to me."

"What?" Sharlayan spread out a pair of golden pocket dragon wings behind him: "Am I not like a dragon?"

"No no! That's not what I meant."

The young Wojin waved his hands hastily and said, "I'm just... a little surprised, I didn't expect the legendary dragon to be so close to us."

"Legend..."

Sharlayan sighed: "During the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, the Dragon Legion, the demigods of the wilderness, and mortals cooperated sincerely to drive the Burning Legion out of Azeroth."

"As the saying goes, distance creates beauty."

"In the following 10,000 years, the dragon clan, which suffered heavy losses in the battle of the ancients and was in urgent need of cultivation, disappeared from the daily life of mortals, which led to the fact that giant dragons would only appear in heroic novels in the mortal kingdom."

"Let me put it this way."

Sharlayan patted Vol'jin on the shoulder: "The dragon race is indeed an extraordinary species whose life form is higher than that of ordinary people, but they are not as evil as described in novels, nor are they as sacred as other people imagine."

"The Dragon Clan is just one of the indigenous residents living in Azeroth, but they are stronger than ordinary people. It doesn't matter whether it's touting or suppressing, just treat it normally."

"Even if you say that..." Wojin scratched his head in distress: "Just the strength of the dragon clan is not something we mortals can take lightly, right?"

"Heh~" Salayan said with a smile: "I'm not asking you to provoke the Dragon Clan, but I'm just saying that there's no need to put on a respectful low profile in front of them."

"The dragon clan is the same as ordinary people. There are all kinds of people in the clan, some are good and some are bad."

"We can't extend the behavior of one dragon to the whole group just because he did something bad, and vice versa."

"Wol'jin, sooner or later you will inherit the position of chief of the Darkspear clan. You must learn to consider things from an objective perspective, and don't be easily coerced by public opinion."

"Okay!"

Sharlayan patted his knees and stood up from the ground: "That's the end of the chat, I should start to get down to business."

After settling down in this unknown ruin, Onyxia, who was in low spirits, struggled to fall asleep under the care of Valeera and Stellagosa.

During the chat between Sarlayan and Volkin~lightnovelpub.net~ Baltos was laid flat in front of Sarlayan, and Sunderland, who didn't want to show up, kept him in a comatose state.

When he was on his way at high speed, Sharlayan only briefly healed Onyxia's injury, and it was difficult to focus on casting spells in that high-speed escape state.

While Sharlayan and Volkin were chatting and spanking, Onyxia, who was tossing and turning due to the pain from her injury, finally fell asleep peacefully.

After receiving the signal from Valeera and Stellagosa, Salayan walked lightly to Onyxia.

"Go to sleep and enjoy the peaceful and joyful life in your dreams."

Fingers that shone with a faint green light lightly tapped Onyxia's forehead. In a deep sleep, her brows that were frowning due to pain finally gradually eased.

Sarlayan winked at Valeera and Stellagosa, and the two got up consciously and walked to Baltos to watch carefully.

Focusing entirely on Onyxia, Sharlayan's hands glowed with emerald green light full of vitality.

"The treatment has officially begun."