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Impulsivity is not an exclusive specialty of young people, but it is true that young people are more likely to act impulsively than older generations who have more experience.

Sharlayan was very optimistic about Yrel's energetic drive and admired her resolute and decisive style of acting.

But...sometimes being impulsive is not a good thing.

Under Sharlayan's obstruction, Melinthera and Jaina did not take action to rescue Yrel who was trapped in the mud, and Onyxia was happy to watch the show from the sidelines.

Sarlayan couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead: "Miss Yirel, are you acting in a comedy show?"

"Where's the brain! The Holy Light Thunder Elephant is your exclusive summon as a Draenei Paladin. What should you do if the summon is trapped? You don't need me to teach you, right?"

"Ah this..."

Yrel was just panicked because he suddenly encountered something he didn't understand, and his mind didn't turn around. After listening to Sarlayan's reminder, he immediately figured it out.

After standing up from the back of the Holy Light Thunder Elephant, she deliberately chose a relatively dry area and jumped out, dispelling the Paladin's mount summoning technique in mid-air.

The Holy Light Elephant is a unique soul-bound mount of the Draenei Paladin. It has the same positioning as the Human Paladin's Holy Light Warhorse and the High Elf Paladin's Light Steed.

Essentially, these soul-bound mounts are summoned in the form of spirit bodies.

Paladins only use special secret methods to create material bodies for these sacred souls... that is, a set of special mount armor that looks very gorgeous.

By the way, warlocks can also summon fel war horses through the summoning spell.

But those war horses are actually just a kind of demon, and there is no essential difference between the warlock summoning void walkers and imps.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the place Yrel chose to stay, and she landed firmly on the open ground.

With the previous lessons, Yrel finally had an intuitive understanding of the special land like swamp.

When Yrel was active in Draenor, Zangarmarsh was far from appearing. This hoof girl had indeed never seen what a swamp looked like.

But now she knows.

"What a troublesome environment."

Yirel squatted on the ground and tentatively dug a branch that was broken off from the roadside into the mud. The inexplicable suction force kept pulling on the branch.

Yirel, who still had some embarrassment on his face, suppressed his shame and forced a smile to look at Sarlayan, who was about to roll his eyes to the sky.

"How do the Broken Ones survive in such a harsh environment? How can I get to that refuge camp as quickly as possible?"

Sarlayan ignored Onyxia, who was laughing loudly, and looked at Melinthra, whose shoulders were shaking from trying to suppress her laughter.

"Your Highness Princess, please arrange for a young dragon to send Yrel there."

"Ahem~ No problem."

Melinsela, who had finally put her mood in order, but still had a strange expression, snapped her fingers, and the power of dreams with a specific frequency spread rapidly along her fingers.

Seeing the red-faced Yrel riding the dragon away without looking back, Sharlayan angrily slapped the Onyxia dragon's horns on the verge of dying from laughter.

"That's almost it."

"What do you choose next? Come with me and go deep into the Temple of Atal'Hakkar? Or follow Yrel's side and sneak into the formation?"

After finally retracting her smile, Onyxia pointed teasingly in the direction Yrel left.

"I'd better follow that girl. I always think she can bring me a lot of fun... Anyway, you shouldn't encounter any danger there."

"Okay." Sarlayan shrugged: "Then Jaina and I will enter the temple and lift the table."

"Your Highness Melinsela, I will leave the Broken One to you and Oni to take care of it."

Melinsera nodded meekly: "Okay, although the Green Dragon Legion will not attack mortals easily, if the remnants of Gurubashi get their hands on something that mortals should not touch...then don't blame us for taking action. It’s heartless.”

"Ha~"

Sarlayan smiled meaningfully: "A desperate gambler can put anything on the gambling table with red eyes, so it's better to be careful."

It can be seen from Melinsela's disapproving eyes that although she agreed simply on the surface, she did not take Sarlayan's warning to heart.

In her opinion, Gurubashi, who has become a lost dog, can only rely on Hakkar, the Soul Reaver.

Due to Sharlayan's previous operations in the Hinterlands, Hakkar, who was exiled again, did not dare to answer the call and enter Azeroth again for at least several years.

After all, he was beaten twice in a short period of time. No matter how stubborn a person is, he should learn a lesson...right?

Although Sarlayan also believed that it was unlikely that Hakkar would respond to the summons for the third time, the evil god was best at surprising people. He could not guarantee that Hakkar, who wanted to save face, would suddenly have a brain cramp.

To put it bluntly, Sarlayan really doesn't want to fight haka anymore.

Even if the strength of the same opponent is different, the fight will still be similar, and it will no longer be able to actively promote his perception of power.

Because it was not easy to refute Melinsela's face in person, Sarlayan gave a subtle wink to Onyxia, who was still smiling.

The Black Dragon Princess raised her eyebrows knowingly, and told Sarlayan to be calm through the soul link, and she would take action when necessary.

Just at this time, Valeela's personal inspection of the temple ended and she began to ask Sarlayan if he should take action immediately.

"It's time." Sarlayan, whose eyes became sharper, quickly wrote in the reply: "Do it!"

After receiving Valeera's signal, the Backlight Blade thieves who were squatting near the six high platforms took action at the same time without missing a second.

Although Atalai had long expected that the enemy would attack the temple sooner or later, they still underestimated Sarlayan's determination to eliminate the roots at once. They did not expect that more than three figures of elite thieves would sneak into the temple first.

Before transcending the realm of mortals, there is a folk saying that makes sense.

Quality is not enough, quantity is needed.

Except for this high platform that Valeela is personally responsible for, the manpower in charge of the other five high platforms is evenly distributed, and there are at least 20 elite thieves lurking near each high platform.

Valeela was the last to start, but the first to finish.

She teleported behind the high-ranking Atalai priest who did not deserve the name without any smoke, and lightly handed out a knife to break through the shield, successfully piercing the enemy's heart.

Trolls do have a strong ability to heal themselves, but only if the injured part is not a vital part.

People die when they are killed.

As long as the brain and heart are destroyed, it is impossible for any troll to continue to survive. At most, it can leave a last word with its strong vitality.

Valeera didn't give the enemy a chance to leave any last words. Another dagger she slashed out at almost the same time cut off the enemy's neck the next moment.

The nightmare shields on the high-ranking priests of Atalai looked like paper to Valeera, but in fact, the strength of these shields was not bad, and they could block attacks with a certain amount of damage.

But after all, it is just a spell at the mortal level. No matter how strong it is, it cannot withstand successive attacks.

The twenty-odd thieves started with the most powerful skills they had mastered, and smashed them randomly, breaking through the shields of the priests in the most simple and crude but effective way.

As the last high-ranking Atalai priest screamed and drank in hatred, Valeela could clearly feel that the energy flow in the temple had changed.

However, her ability to sense energy flow was not as keen as her own man's, so she could only roughly guess that the protection leading to the lower core area was probably lifted.

However, something unexpected happened to Valeera.

The Atalai priest who was killed by the Backlight Blade did not immediately lead him away.

To be precise, their bodies were indeed dead, but their souls emerged in a semi-substantial form visible to the naked eye.

These strange resentful spirits were chasing after the thieves who finally killed them with a ferocious expression.

Some thieves tried to attack the resentful spirit to relieve their colleagues' predicament, but their attacks all passed through the resentful spirit's body, and they themselves were eroded by some strange power.

"What is this?"

With a look of surprise on her face, Valeera activated her space power and stuffed the resentful spirit in front of her into an unknown different-dimensional space. She only used Quel'Sera to cut off a small piece of the ghost's remains and suspended it in her hand to play with.

Sarlayan activated the space beacon on Valeera and teleported directly to Valeera with Jaina.

Taking the remnant soul from Valeera's hand, Sarlayan studied it thoughtfully.

"These things are not ordinary resentful spirits, but vicious spirits created through human means."

"Within a certain period of time, these resentful spirits cannot be destroyed by any attack, but as long as a certain period of time passes, they will disappear on their own."

"This is a life-threatening method that involves a lot of losses. Only cultists who don't treat people as human beings would use this crooked trick."