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Sharlayan: "What's the situation in the desert of Kalimdor, who will explain it?"

The barrage also noticed Sharlayan's serious attitude, and began to describe the situation in the desert-related area in southern Kalimdor.

[There are three deserts in the south of Kalimdor, namely Tanaris, Silithus and Uldum. 】

[Among them, Uldum has been in a state of seclusion and has almost no contact with the outside world, so it can be excluded temporarily. 】

[Tanaris is the hometown of the Sandfury trolls, and Zul'Farrak, the capital of the Sandfury trolls, is located in this area. 】

[Sandfury trolls used to be a branch of jungle trolls. Because of an earth-shattering change, the original Tanaris rainforest became the desert it is today. 】

[In order to adapt to the new environment, the jungle trolls living in the local area have gradually evolved into the current Sandfury trolls. 】

[In addition to the Sandfury trolls, there is also a group of big bosses hidden in the Tanaris Desert——the dragon guardians who have settled in the Cavern of Time since ancient times, the Bronze Dragon. 】

Under the gaze of Valeera's concerned eyes, Sharlayan stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Bronze dragon... As Dad is a member of the dragon family, he shouldn't easily conflict with the bronze dragon, right?"

【We also think so, excluding Tanaris, there is only one possibility left. 】

[Silithus, the main battlefield of the Quicksand War, the sphere of influence of the Qiraji. 】

[The Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun in the Old Gods was sealed in the south of Silithus, underground in Ahn'Qiraj behind the Quicksand Wall. 】

[Since we already know that your parents have been pursuing information related to the Old Gods, we can speculate based on Julian’s action trajectory that he should have followed Chogall to Silithus, where he met C’Thun’s servants— — The qiraji clashed. 】

[But guessing here, problems also follow. 】

[The buggers and C'Thun of the Qiraji Empire are still sealed in the quicksand wall. How did Chogall and Julian come into contact with the buggers? 】

[This problem was not clearly explained in the chronicle, Cho'gall somehow bypassed the quicksand wall and hooked up with C'Thun. 】

[Actually, it can also be explained by brute force. The quicksand wall is specially aimed at the ancient gods and bugmen, and has no binding force on other foreign races... Although I think this explanation is quite nonsense. 】

Sharlayan ignored the debate about the setting of the Quicksand Wall after the barrage, and he had already got the answer he wanted.

"Silithus... It seems that after the mother's soul is rescued and settled, I have to go to Kalimdor as soon as possible, at least to tell my father the good news."

Valeera looked at Sharlayan, who came up with an answer without authorization, with a question mark on her head: "Silithus? Are you sure Julian is there?"

"uncertain."

Sharlayan said ambiguously: "It's just a speculative conclusion drawn by the method of elimination."

"There are not many deserts in Kalimdor. Since Uldum and Tanaris are not in any danger, the only answer is Silithus, where the Quicksand War took place."

Sharlayan liked to read history books related to war since he was a child, so it is not surprising that he knew about the War of Quicksand.

Valeera nodded thoughtfully: "The War of Quicksand... I remember it was a war between the night elves and the bugman empire, right?"

"The night elves who rushed to the battle were beaten badly, and it was only with the help of the Dragon Clan that the battle was turned around."

Sharlayan nodded noncommittally: "Just right, I am very curious about those distant relatives who have been criticized by the high elves. Maybe this trip to Kalimdor can make contact with them."

Valeera spread her hands helplessly: "Okay, I'll go with you, anyway, the task given to me by the Sun King is to protect you."

"However, it's better to focus on saving your mother first, are you sure you won't be corroded by the death power of that withered world?"

Sharlayan shook his head: "Not yet, the power of death is not easy to control, I still need some time."

It can be seen from the kobold soul that was not well controlled before that Sharlayan's proficiency in necromancy still needs to be polished.

Fortunately, there is still more than a month before the time limit given by Alpha, and Sarlayan is confident that he will meet Alpha's standard before the test begins.

...

In the Burning Plains, the decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde has reached a fever pitch.

The disadvantage of the tribe is very obvious, whether it is military strength or morale, they are at a comprehensive disadvantage.

After fighting with the Horde for several years, the soldiers of the Alliance finally saw the dawn of victory, and beat the weak orcs back with high morale.

All the orcs who drank the blood of demons, without exception, had a significant decline in strength, and even the Saurfang brothers who had always been forward bravely felt powerless.

The fatigue from the depths of their souls made them want to fall asleep, and they could only rely on firm will to hold on and wave the two-handed battle ax in their hands.

The weapon that used to be of moderate weight now feels extremely heavy in the hand.

Even the strong-willed senior generals looked like this, and the other orc miscellaneous soldiers were even more let go. Not long after the war started, they were killed by the alliance, showing their defeat.

Today, only a few orcs headed by Orgrim can maintain normal combat effectiveness in the entire tribe.

These people have a unified feature, none of them drank the stinky green blood of Mannoroth, and they were once cast aside as cowards by those green-skinned compatriots who actively pursued power.

But such orcs who stand by their beliefs are too rare in a large tribe to affect the overall situation.

The situation on the battlefield is now very clear, and the alliance's advantage over the Horde is snowballing.

Lothar, who sits in the middle army, does not need to go on the field in person, and the command is determined to dispatch the alliance army assembled by the major human kingdoms.

"Roar!"

Just as Alliance Grand Marshal Lothar and his adjutant Tulayan were discussing the battle situation, a loud battle cry suddenly came from the center of the battlefield.

A small group of elite orcs headed in the opposite direction under the leadership of a mature orc holding a warhammer. As a sharp arrow, they took the lead to break into the alliance's well-defended position.

"Anduin Lothar!"

The leading adult orc yelled some crappy human lingua franca to the alliance army.

"I, Orgrim Doomhammer, Warchief of the Horde, challenge you to a duel of Mak'Gora! The victor lives, the loser dies!"

The people who know you best are often your worst enemies.

In order to defeat the orcs, Turayang collected a lot of information about the customs of the orcs, and learned about the dueling style of Mark Gora from some orc captives.

Mark Gora is a traditional one-on-one duel of the orcs, and no one else is allowed to intervene until the death.

The duel rules are decided by the two parties involved in the battle. If they are not specifically mentioned, it means that the default rules are adopted. Those who violate the rules will be spurned by all the orcs.

Although Lothar is also a powerful legendary fighter, he is already old, and he does not have an advantage in fighting Orgrim, who is at the peak of his prime.

Turayang saw through Orgrim's plan at a glance. He wanted to boost the morale of the tribe by killing the military leader of the alliance. Taking advantage of the loss of the leader of the alliance and the chaotic situation, the tribe might find a chance to make a comeback.

But now that the alliance has the absolute upper hand, Turayang believes that there is no need for Lothar to accept Orgrim's desperate challenge, as long as the battlefield situation continues to be pushed all the way.

Just when Turayang was about to reject Orgrim's provocation for Lothar, who was also a teacher and friend, Lothar, whose hair had already turned gray, stopped him.

"marshal?!"

Turayang turned around in surprise, and asked Lothar with a calm expression in disbelief: "You don't want to agree to his unreasonable request, do you? We don't need it at all..."

"Turalyon, I know."

A faint smile appeared on Lothar's face: "This is my choice. Old soldiers shouldn't die on the hospital bed. Death on the battlefield is the most suitable destination for me."

"But……"

Turayang still couldn't understand why Lothar accepted this duel with unequal conditions when he had all the advantages.

Lothar didn't explain much, and patted Turayang's shoulder with a smile: "I'm not looking for my own death, and I have a certain degree of confidence in accepting this duel."

"But if I am unfortunately defeated and killed... Turalyon, the Alliance, I will leave it to you."

Before Turayang, who was full of astonishment, could react, the smile on Lothar's face quickly subsided, and he shouted to the subordinates beside him in an old but still full of spirit: "Bring my sword and shield!"