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After finding her missing mother for many years, betraying Deathwing, and getting rid of the unfree life of being enslaved, Onyxia, who has been under tremendous pressure for thousands of years, chose to completely screw up, and her whole person became extremely lazy.

Therefore, she is not the kind of person who likes to show off how good her man is, because she is lazy.

Just like what Stellagosa said before, there is no need to publicize certain things everywhere, just make a fortune by silently making a fortune.

The fact that the news about Sharlayan's coming of age can be widely spread shows that the person who spread the news has a close relationship with Onyxia.

Among the younger generation of the Dragon Clan, those who are qualified and capable of being friends with the Black Dragon Princess are no more than two-handed.

Coupled with the two prerequisites of not being able to control his mouth and wanting to have fun, Sharlayan quickly locked in the guy who was the most suspicious.

The bad friend who has never known Onyxia since childhood, succeeded the abdicated Inas to become the elite bronze dragon of the contemporary dragon clan incarnate demon king-Kronom, commonly known as Chromie.

Unsurprisingly, Onyxia had no intention of helping her friend cover up her "crime" at all.

Facing Valeera's questioning, she sold Chromie on the spot without hesitation.

After learning the truth, Valeera immediately rolled up her sleeves angrily and prepared to go to Wyrmrest Temple to trouble Chromie, but Stellagosa lightly handed out a piece of advice at this time.

"Calm down, you can't beat Chromie now."

"Well……"

The basin of cold water poured on her head finally restored the fever-headed Valeera to her senses. Veins twitched on her forehead, her complexion changed several times, and finally she could only temporarily swallow the breath aggrieved.

"Chromie, right? I remember! I will ask her to get it back sooner or later."

Chromie is one of the leaders of the younger generation of Wyrmrest Temple, and her strength is almost as different as Onyxia, with a level close to 64.

And Valeera just barely touched the threshold of level 62. The strength gap between the two is not small, and if they take the initiative to hit the door, they will only bring shame on themselves.

It's not that Miss Squirrel hasn't considered calling for help, but there are only two people who have the motivation and strength to help her.

Onyxia, a slacker + fun person, can't count on it, and Stellagosa is equally uninterested in it.

In desperation, Valeera could only wisely choose to swallow her anger, and ask Chromie to get the debt back when she is able in the future.

After skipping the topic about Chromie, Valeera rubbed her temples helplessly: "Salayan, what do you think of Melinthra? I want to hear the truth."

Sharlayan put away his happy smile and said solemnly: "The truth is... I don't have any thoughts."

"You also know that most of my energy has to be put on the important matters of Azeroth's safety, and I don't have so much energy to worry about these matters of love for children."

Stella Gosa stood up to testify for Salayan: "During the stay in the Hinterlands, Salayan did not show any attitude towards Melinthra that might cause misunderstanding, but well..."

Little Xingxing smiled wryly and shook his head: "I don't know what ecstasy potion Ysera poured into Merlinthra, but the green dragon princess with a single mother and child clearly has her eyes on Sharlayan."

"Even though Sarlayan's attitude has always been businesslike, she has no intention of shrinking back."

"Why……"

Valeera leaned back, resting her head on the soft sofa cushion, with a suspicious expression on her face.

"So? Considering that we don't want to offend Ysera, we can only accept this passively?"

"Otherwise?" Stella Gosa shrugged: "Recently, Melinthra will be busy with matters over the Swamp of Sorrows."

"Temporarily separating from Sarlayan may calm down her love that has been suppressed for many years."

"Of course, it's just a possibility. Her infatuation with Sharlayan may also accumulate and deepen as the time of separation grows."

Valeera waved her hand irritably: "Forget it! Let's not talk about this irritating topic...Salayan, what are your plans next?"

...

Due to using the blessing of life again, it will take about a month for Sharlayan's lost vitality to recover. He just planned to take advantage of this time to cultivate in the country and make some preparations for the next trip.

It will take more than a week before the prototype armored vehicle, which has undergone actual combat testing in the Battle of the Hinterlands, can be shipped back.

Before the Weapons Research Institute obtained the relevant actual combat data, Sharlayan did not intend to convince those talented designers who had different ideas with just one word of mouth.

Valeera, who was full of dissatisfaction, turned her grief and anger into motivation, and after obtaining the consent of Stellagosa and Onyxia, she forcefully inserted into the schedule for the next few days.

Don't get me wrong, she didn't disrupt the original schedule, in the words of the barrage...

"I'm not here to break you, I'm here to join you."

Sand sculpture netizens have been screaming for the past few days to see infantry videos of three-person mixed wrestling, but my system only has rules, so I can't see this.

Considering that Medivh will also join the trip to Draenor, Sharlayan slightly adjusted the original plan.

On the fifth day after returning home to recuperate, Sharlayan used the energy provided by the Sunwell to directly teleport across the sea to the Lost Islands near Kalimdor.

After nearly a year of cleaning, the natives with the largest population on the Lost Islands—the Pygmies are very rare, and the arakkoa's footprints are all over the entire archipelago.

After all, the Arakkoa are the successors of the ancient Apexis civilization, not barbarians who only burn, kill and loot.

If there is room for negotiation, they do not want to engage in colonization and genocide.

However, having been dominating the Lost Islands for many years, the Pygmies on the island are obviously weak in combat, but they have developed a stinky temper like I am the best in the world.

What can I do then, beat me up.

The number of Pygmy soldiers was getting smaller and smaller, but they still stubbornly continued to attack the settlement of the arakkoa. The crow demigod Ansu finally got tired of it.

In a long-prepared ambush, the remaining Pygmies stepped into a trap set by Ansu himself, and were transported to a small subsidiary island far away from the main island.

Pygmies do not have the ability to sail and cannot independently row from the subsidiary islands to the main island.

Ansu threw all the remaining Pygmies onto the island, and the world was finally clean.

Except for a very small number of pygmy remnants wandering in the mountains and forests, there are no large-scale pygmies on the main island, and the arakkoa finally gained a firm foothold in the Lost Islands.

And Ansu, who shot with injuries, also added injuries as expected. After expelling the Pygmies, he simply squatted in the Lost Islands closest to the central volcano... or in the arakkoa town of Rukhmar.

When Sharlayan came to the Lost Isles again, Anzu, who needed to spend a lot of energy to suppress the curse of Sethe, had already entered a semi-dormant state, and it seemed that he would not wake up for a while.

Sharlayan briefly checked Ansu, who was curled up into a ball and was sound asleep. His body was not injured, and the problem still came from the soul level.

Sethe's dark curse is still tormenting the crow demigod, but Van Ansu draws more arcane powers to suppress the curse, and those curses that contain the power of the void will take the opportunity to counterattack.

"It's not a way to see the saw like this."

After checking Ansu's status, Salayan sighed softly: "Aegis, Rilak, it's better to solve Ansu's problem as soon as possible."

"A month later, I will take him back to Draenor, try to find the ancient god of Draenor who doesn't know where he is hiding, and try to solve the pollution of the Sethe curse once and for all."

"During the period when Ansu left and Rukhmar fell asleep, the Arakkoa will be managed by you. Pay attention to reconciling the conflicts between the two factions."

Aegis, King of Claws, and Rilak, leader of the Awakened, responded seriously: "We know, Lord Deep Shadow, Father God Anzu still needs to trouble you."

Sharlayan waved his hand indifferently: "I promised long ago that I would help you cure Ansu, but now I'm just fulfilling my promise, so don't be so polite."

"Although the Lost Islands are far away from the hustle and bustle of the mainland, they are also facing threats from the sea."

Sharlayan said with a deep meaning: "I will tell the orthodox Naga to provide you with the help I can when necessary. You must be careful of those fallen Naga who are entwined with curse-like power."