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There are very few living people on the island of Azsuna, except for the ghosts of the night elves, the blue dragons, and some wild animals who are not afraid of hardships and still live in this desolate area.

As for the Goblin Arena and the Dwarf Expedition, they did not exist during this period.

In addition to these local residents, there are also a group of "new neighbors" who have only relocated from Suramar next door in recent decades.

Withered.

Sharlayan had long planned to go to Suramar, and learned about the origin and characteristics of the Withered, a local "specialty" of Suramar, from the barrage in advance.

The Withered were originally night elves living in the city of Suramar.

In the early days of the War of the Ancients, the city of Suramar, governed by the great magister Elisande, has always stood by Queen Azshara to help the demons who invaded Azeroth.

Initially, the demonic actions of the Burning Legion were relatively restrained, and they would only attack the lower-level night elf civilians.

But as time went by, creatures on the chaotic side like demons gradually exposed their uncontrollable side, and some high elves also began to be affected.

From this point on, Elisande doubted whether Azshara's decision to cooperate with the demon was correct.

After deliberating with his advisers, Elisande decided to withdraw from this increasingly uncontrolled war.

She used the Eye of Aman'Thul, the Pillar of Creation kept by Suramar, to raise a huge magic shield, covering the entire city of Suramar in a defensive barrier, completely isolating it from the outside world.

After the world fell apart, the Well of Eternity exploded, and the Highborne in Suramar City lost their stable source of magic power.

At this time, Elisande stood up again, created a new source of magic power through the power of the Pillar of Creation, and named it the Night Well.

Since then, Suramar has remained isolated from the outside world, spent 10,000 years enjoying himself, and changed his race name to Nightborne.

After all, the Nightwell is not an orthodox magic spring, and there is a limit to the number of people it can support with its magic power.

Although the birth rate of elves is low, if the time scale is stretched to 10,000 years, several new generations can be born no matter what.

The population of Suramar did not increase due to the arrival of these new generations, and it still maintained a fixed number of people, because the Nightwell could only support so many people.

What about the extra people?

The withered who roam the wilds of Suramar are the answer.

Lacking the supply of mana, the Son of the Night, whose brain was burned out by the addiction to magic, gradually lost his mind and turned into a crazy withered man.

The withered will only instinctively pursue magic power, and will not consider the difficulty of obtaining magic power.

These creatures that cannot be controlled by anyone are no different from wild beasts, and even lack the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages that creatures should have.

As the number of criminals exiled out of Suramar for various reasons increased day by day, the number of the Withered naturally also increased.

Once exiled from the city, it is only a matter of time before the Nightborne who cannot get the supply of magic power becomes the Withered, no matter how strong a person is, they cannot endure the long-term torture of magic addiction.

More and more withered will inevitably backlog each other's living space, and some of the withered came to Azsuna following the fluctuation of the magic power source.

According to Senegos, most of them live near the ruins of the Zahnar magic net to the east of the blue wing habitat, and live by sucking the primitive magic power overflowed from the chaotic magic net nodes.

The original magic power that has not been purified by the magic net is very violent, and rashly absorbing it will cause irreversible damage to the human body.

The withered can't control so much, as long as it can satisfy their endless desire for magic power.

However, side effects do exist. The withered who sucked the original magic power became more and more manic, and would instinctively attack all creatures around them, absorbing the traces of magic power in their bodies.

Over time, apart from the Withered, there were no living creatures near the ruins of the Zahnar Magic Weave.

The withered who couldn't satisfy their appetite could only expand outwards, gradually provoking the blue dragons in the blue wing habitat.

As mentioned earlier, the withered ones never know what it means to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and they dare to attack when they encounter dragons.

In their view, these big guys flying in the sky are the source of active magic power, as long as one is knocked down, it is enough for the whole group to absorb it for a month.

But the dragon is not a vegetarian. Even if there are only young dragons in the blue wing habitat, they can still easily repel the invading withered ones.

But entangled with these tireless and fearless monsters for a long time, the balance of income and expenditure that the Blue Wing Habitat could barely maintain was broken, and the available arcane energy became less and less.

Stellagosa has repeatedly suggested that the entire team take the initiative to deal with all the Withered once and for all.

But every time, Senegos rejected his granddaughter's proposal on the grounds that it was not conducive to the subsequent development of the habitat.

Continuing to procrastinate like this is just a slow death, and Senegos himself knows it well.

But his concerns are also justified. The battle with the Withered will inevitably consume a lot of energy reserves in the habitat. After the battle, the habitat's energy is likely to be beyond its means.

Senegos originally wanted to find an opportunity to discuss countermeasures with Inas, who was visiting again, but since leaving last time, Inas has not come back until today.

Through the information provided by Sharlayan, Senegos knew that Inas had been murdered by the ancient god N'Zoth, and she had been sleeping until recently.

And as soon as she woke up, she started to trouble the ancient gods again, and she was currently blasting C'Thun with other teammates in Silithus.

Before parting last time, Inas joked that it might be her son who will come next time.

At that time, Senegos didn't take it seriously, but she didn't expect her words to be true.

For the problems left by his mother, Sarayan naturally inherited his mother's legacy.

"Actually, that's still the problem."

Sharlayan scratched his head and asked in bewilderment: "Why do you have to face it alone? Even if you don't want to move back to Coldarra, you can ask other blue dragons for help."

Senegos shook his head with a wry smile: "When I left Coldarra, the War of the Ancients had not yet begun."

"A great battle almost wiped out the blue dragons. Malygos also fell into madness because of the large number of deaths of Sindragosa and his people. None of the old acquaintances I knew...none survived."

"The blue dragons of the new generation were all hatched with the help of other dragons after the War of the Ancients. They have no relationship with me. I can't shame myself to ask those juniors I don't know for help."

Sharlayan frowned, looked at Senegos with an unfriendly expression, and asked in a somewhat rude tone: "Your face is more important than the survival of the ethnic group?"

"shut up!"

Senegos himself did not respond, but Stellagosa stood up first and stopped Sharlayan's rude behavior.

"This is an internal matter of Blue Wing Habitat. What qualifications do you, an outsider, have to speak out..."

"Little Xingxing, step back."

Stellagosa tried to explain in dissatisfaction: "Grandfather! He said too much, I..."

"I said... back down."

Senegos, who had been smiling since the meeting, lowered his face, and Sharlayan and the others felt a heavy weight on their shoulders at the same time, and the powerful dragon power held them in place and could not move.

This burst of dragon power came and went quickly.

Just a few seconds later, Senegos coughed fiercely, and the powerful power before seemed to be just a short-lived illusion.

'This old blue dragon...has two brushes. '

Although Longwei is only fleeting, judging from the sense of coercion that did not lose much to the Dragon King before, Senegos's strength at his peak was definitely not weak, and he was even stronger than the green dragon warrior Eranikus and the old red dragon. Above the Tarani Strass.

With such a powerful combat power, it would be too wasteful for him to continue lying down like this.

Sharlayan's provocative method is not completely ineffective, which can be seen from Senegos's sudden attack regardless of his physical condition.

His main target was not his beloved little granddaughter, but the outspoken Sharlayan.

Sharlayan was not the kind of person who would subdue honestly when he was threatened. He still stuck his neck and continued to question: "You said that your old acquaintances are gone, so what about Elegos?"

"He's Malygos' advisor, you don't know him, do you?"

"Elegos?"

Senegos opened his eyes slightly, looked at Sharlayan in surprise and asked, "He's still alive? I thought..."

Sharlayan sneered: "Elegos was ordered by the Spellweaver to stay in Coldarra before the War of the Ancients started, and he escaped by luck."

"In the end, you didn't bother to investigate the post-war situation in Coldarra at all. You just shrank your head like a turtle and hid in Azsuna, indifferent to everything outside!"

"Your non-active, irresponsible, and non-responsive attitude is worthy of those heirs who trust you fully in the habitat!"

Salayan's sharp question made Senegos fall silent, and Stellagosa looked at Salayan with complicated eyes.

The magic pool of the Blue Wing Habitat fell into silence for a while, and only the roar of dragons and battles outside the habitat could be vaguely heard.

Judging by the movement caused by the two sides, it is obvious that the blue dragon side has the upper hand.

"Hey~"

A few minutes later, Senegos sighed deeply, and finally broke the silence and spoke again.

"You're not the first to point this out, maybe... I'm really wrong."

Senegos looked at the sky with a confused look, but also a bit relieved: "Sharlayan, your outspoken temper without fear of authority is exactly the same as your mother."

"It looks like it's time for a change."

Thanks to "Small Time Power General Attack" for the reward.