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Chapter 1336 Playing with Fire? be careful to burn yourself

While Zul was still concerned about the development of the battle in Northrend, Sharlayan and Valeera had sneaked into Gudak, the capital of the frost trolls.

Gudak is a majestic city with a deep troll architectural style. Due to the extremely cold climate in the Zuldak region, Gudak's urban core is located in a relatively warm underground.

With the current strength of Sharlayan and Valeera, as well as their understanding of various skills beyond the mortal level, as long as they start stealth, they can go straight to the yellow dragon.

Compared with the front line of Dak'Saron Fortress, which is in full swing, Gudak, the capital of the frost troll, is relatively stable.

Although it is inevitable that there will be a large number of Velociraptor convoys responsible for transporting logistics supplies, at least there is no obvious panic atmosphere in the city.

Since most of the high-level officials were sent by the Frost King Malak to participate in the battle, the closer they walked to the core of the palace, the more deserted Sharlayan and Valeera felt.

Sharlayan and Valeera, who had fought forest trolls for a long time, could understand troll language.

The language of the frost trolls is generally indistinguishable from that of the forest trolls, except for some spoken dialects, like Thalastian and Kalimdor spoken by the night elves.

Shi Shiran sneaked over all the way, and the two did not encounter any obstacles.

Perhaps because he didn't expect the enemy to penetrate deep into his own core area, Malak was a little too confident in Gudak's defensive strength.

On their way to the core area, the two discovered many forbidden totems with anti-invisibility abilities, but these things were of no use to Valeera who had mastered the ability to travel through space.

With Valeera's current ability, long-distance space teleportation is still not enough, but space movement within the range of sight is effortless. She can easily take Sharlayan through the effective space centered on the forbidden totem. Anti-hidden range.

According to the information that the two of them had stopped and picked up along the way, they came at the right time.

As the battle on the front line gradually heats up, Malak, the king of the frost trolls, will also rush to the front line to supervise the battle in the near future, and when necessary, he will rush into the battlefield with his tomahawk to kill the enemy with his own hands.

From the point of view of the barrage, this kind of situation where the king rushes to the front line is rather nonsense, but in Azeroth, this is nothing more than a normal thing.

This is one of the reasons why the death rate of the kings of Azeroth remains high.

Malak is currently in his throne room directing the royal guards to pack their bags. In the morning of the day after tomorrow, he will leave Gudak for his own expedition, boosting the morale of the frontline army, and trying to use this short period of high morale to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

There is a saying in the bullet screen that goes all out, then declines, and exhausts three times.

Morale, a more metaphysical thing, is not constant.

Malak's rush to the front line in person can indeed give the frost troll a wave of blood in a short period of time, but if he still can't attack for a long time, the high morale will drop again.

Although from the bottom of my heart I don't want to see that happen, but if I still can't attack... Malak will start thinking about stopping the war and withdrawing before the situation is too rotten.

So far in the war, the frost trolls haven't suffered any big losses. Instead, the land around the Daksaron Fortress has been riddled with holes.

These lands now belong to the high elves, and they can't get them back anyway. The cub sells the land and doesn't feel sorry for it. If it is broken, the high elves will spend resources to rebuild it. Drakalai will not lose money.

The Zandalari ambassador was standing in front of Malak at this time, and he was also urging Malak to fight to decide the outcome.

However, unlike Malak, who made two-handed preparations, Zandalari hoped that Drakkari would cause considerable losses to the high elves on the premise of paying huge sacrifices.

The emissary eloquently appealed to Malak not to bow to the high elves again, and that would damage the dignity and prestige of all trolls.

"Frost King, I admire your courage."

A strange voice suddenly appeared beside Malak. The slightly strange accent gave Malak a chill, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to the weapon rack next to the throne.

"Wow~ Don't move around, it won't be good if it hurts you."

The sharp blade landed on Malak's neck, forcing him to stop.

At the same time, the Zandalari Ambassador, who was still talking nonsense before, also froze in place. The touch of the knife tip from his vest made him dare not move at all.

"Introduce yourself."

Walking out of the curtain of shadows raised by Valeera, Sharlayan said to Malak whose eyes kept rolling with a formulaic polite smile: "I am the Grand Duke of Quel'Thalas, Sharlayan Deep Shadow, over there This is my confidante Valeera Sangunar."

"Malak, Lord of Frost, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Sharlayan Deep Shadow..." Malak's pupils shrank suddenly: "So, you are the one who encouraged the high elves to take Dak'Saron Fortress from us!"

"Heh~" Sharlayan chuckled lightly and said indifferently, "It turns out that your Excellency has heard of my name. It is a great honor."

"We don't have much time, so let's get down to business."

Sharlayan lifted his blade slightly, forcing Malak to turn his gaze to the calm Zandalari envoy.

"The last time it was Zandalar who encouraged me behind my back, this time it's the same, why don't you have a long memory? Is it so interesting to be cannon fodder in the hands of others?"

The Zandalar envoy's face changed, and he hurriedly explained: "Great chief, don't listen to this person's instigation, we... um!"

The coercion that engulfed the palace blocked the Zandalari envoy's unfinished words in his throat, and the palace guards who rushed over with their weapons seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and without exception, they knelt on the ground profusely with sweat .

Sharlayan, whose eyes had turned into dragon pupils, said indifferently to the Zandalari envoy who looked shocked: "Have I allowed you to speak? Shut up."

'Longwei? '

Thinking flashed in Malak's eyes, and he remembered a secret message he heard from the Zandalar envoy not long ago.

"Grand Duke Deep Shadow, as a dignified demigod, it would be disrespectful to personally take charge of this sneaky assassination work, right?"

"Oh?" Sarlayan looked at Malak, who was controlled by others but still able to talk with great interest: "To be honest, I didn't actually intend to participate in this war at first."

"I even gave instructions to Stella...that is, the blue dragon you all know. As long as Tokali doesn't act personally, there is no need for her to stand up and reveal her identity. Mortal affairs will be resolved by mortals."

"But...since you used the demigod Loa unruly first, then don't blame us for treating him in the same way."

"Why?" Sharlayan questioned sarcastically: "You are only allowed to break the rules, and we can only knock out teeth and swallow blood? It doesn't make sense."

In fact, Malak also knew that his own side violated the rules first, but it is the troll's practice to use loa to help the battle. The Zandalari have been rampant for many years, and no mortal race has been able to sanction them.

Like Zul, Malak didn't expect that the high elves could come up with equal...or even more demigods, so he shot himself in the foot.

Malak sighed helplessly: "You...or, what do you want?"

"Even if you kill me here, Drakkari will never give in! My people will fight to the last man to avenge me!"

Sharlayan shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Maybe, but...do we really need to fight to the death?"

Sharlayan flicked his vacant left index finger to the Zandalari envoy not far away: "You don't know the real intention of the Zandalar, do you? You think they are sponsoring Drakkari to Quel'Thala attack?"

"Frost King, there is no free lunch in this world, you should know this truth better than me."

"The Zandalari encouraged you to attack Quel'Thalas twice, what was the final result?"

"Valeera and I have completed our respective important tasks and returned to the Zul'Drak battlefield. Now that things have happened, do you really think that you can turn the situation around by boosting morale with your personal conquest?"

"If your answer is 'yes', then...it is necessary for me to replace the Drakkari troll with a more rational leader."

Feeling the blade on his neck getting stronger, Malak pretended to be calm and asked, "So, you want to force me to make peace?"

"Hmm~"

Sharlayan's hand was slightly stressed: "No one has taken advantage of the war."

"In my opinion, it's better to let the two parties stop while the loss is not too big, so as not to fight an endless hatred, and then don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Besides..."

Sharlayan looked at the sweaty Zandalari envoy with a hint of meaning: "We are here to fight to the death, but the Zandalari crap sticks are hiding behind their backs and enjoying their rewards. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?" thing."

"Messenger over there, I am too lazy to ask your name, please ask Zul for me."

Sharlayan smiled meaningfully: "I don't know if he is satisfied with the gift I gave him from the Wharton Desert."

"If Zandalar doesn't know how to restrain himself... I won't just ask gentle questions next time."

"Oh, by the way, His Majesty Daelin of Kul Tiras also asked me to say hello to God King Rastakhan. I hope his illness will recover soon. Don't let the incompetent and lacking vision continue to exercise power. Be careful in the backyard. Oh fire."