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With flying mounts instead, Vereesa and Lailas rushed back to the Farstrider camp in only half an hour.

The Amani troll army came out in full force, leaving only a small number of troops to guard the capital, and the large troops followed the warlord Dakara to the north.

Halduron, who had been terrified for more than a month, was finally able to sleep soundly.

But the good times didn't last long, and Vereesa's return brought him a new test.

"Go north to rescue General Li Reza?"

Halduron's expression was a bit tangled: "It's not that I don't want to move, but you also know that the Farstrider camp shelters a large number of displaced refugees."

"If I take all the troops away, who will keep the camp safe? Who will protect them?"

Halduron was not one to lose sight of the situation, but he did have his own difficulties.

Vereesa is not like Alleria who can independently command troops to fight outside, nor is she like Sylvanas who can command ranger troops.

But after all, she is a descendant of the Windrunner, flowing with the blood of the Ranger General.

With her mother in danger, Vereesa reversed the good temper she had shown in front of her younger brother, and argued with Halduron fiercely.

Fortunately, the two of them were just discussing the matter as it stands, without much personal emotion involved.

After some bargaining, Halduron also agreed to hand over 60% of the Farstriders to Vereesa, except for those retired and reemployed old rangers who belonged to the Windrunner family.

The rest stayed behind to guard the camp and prevent the trolls of Zul'Aman from causing trouble.

At the same time, Sharlayan returned to the northern part of Eversong Forest after a long absence on a dragonhawk.

As soon as they stepped into the core territory of Quel'Thalas, Sharlayan and Valeera immediately felt the concentration of arcane energy far surpassing that in the southern part of the forest.

"The breath here is still so uncomfortable."

Sharlayan has no prejudice against arcane energy itself. What he hates are those unscrupulous mages who use arcane arts that are supposed to benefit the people to bully others.

It was rare to be alone with Sharlayan, and Valeera smiled more, and said to Sharlayan jokingly: "What? Remember the glorious years when you were 'fighting' here?"

"Oh~"

Sharlayan smiled and shook his head: "Don't mention it, now that I think about it, I was really naive at the time."

A few years ago, during the rebellious youth period, Sharlayan was a thorn in the sky and the air.

His legends are left everywhere in the entire Eversong Forest... the legends of fights and fights.

The high elves, who pride themselves on being elegant, rarely meet such troublemakers.

Many taverns in villages and towns would treat his deeds as a topic of chat after dinner, and the discussion was in full swing. Today, Sharlayan has a few more provocateurs.

"Grass, brother is no longer in the world, but there are legends about brother everywhere in the world."

"I haven't been a big brother for many years~"

"The brother who sang in front is showing his age."

After a period of adaptation, Sharlayan has gradually become accustomed to the existence of barrage.

Although these aliens who call themselves keyboard warriors cannot provide him with substantial help, the information they give will allow Sarlayan to better plan for the future and avoid possible risks.

When this war is over, Sharlayan plans to have a good discussion with Danmaku.

About his life experience, the way he will go in the future, and the huge hidden dangers hidden under the peaceful surface of Azeroth.

Due to the existence of the Sunwell, the northern part of Eversong Forest is always filled with rich arcane magic.

The high elf civilians living here have long been accustomed to this high-concentration magical environment.

Under the nourishment of the magic power of Sunwell, Eversong Forest is like spring all the year round, and the temperature is suitable.

Under the catalysis of magic power, the crops in the farmland can mature at a faster speed, and there is no need to use manpower when harvesting food. The combined harvest puppets powered by arcane can do all the work automatically.

The Sunwell liberated the labor force of Quel'Thalas, allowing the high elves to live and work in peace and contentment.

No need for labor, no need to worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, intelligent creatures will naturally turn their attention to other aspects.

Pleasure has become the constant keynote of life for Quells.

Although Sharlayan could not understand those corrupt and depraved nobles before, he never felt that there was anything wrong with the lifestyle of common people in Quel'Thalas.

Until some people in the barrage woke up with a word.

"Magic addiction..."

Sharlayan looked at the northern part of Eversong Forest with rather complicated eyes. His gaze seemed to pass through the lush forest, and he saw the inexhaustible source of magic power on Quel'Danas Island - the sun Well.

In order to visit his teacher, Sharlayan went to the Isle of Quel'Danas with his father Julian when he was a child.

Thalorian Dawnseeker is the leader of the Well Guards. Due to the sacred status of the Sunwell in Quel'Thalas, Thalorian's identity is relatively detached, and he will only follow the orders of the Sunstrider royal family.

Although he was not allowed to enter the core of the Sunwell to view it, Sharlayan had felt the "well" emitting powerful arcane energy from afar, and had also marveled at the greatness of the Sunwell from the bottom of his heart.

With Sharlayan's current knowledge, he couldn't think of any existence that could destroy the sunwell.

You know, even the mighty Red Dragon is powerless against Silvermoon City's defensive barrier.

"Due to the change of history, we don't know whether the events in the original history will happen in the future."

"But the problem of magic addiction really needs to be considered in advance. The Sunwell, a huge source of magic power, will be targeted by the Burning Legion trying to invade Azeroth again sooner or later."

"With the military strength of Quel'Thalas, facing the Burning Legion alone has no chance of winning. The magic addiction will always explode one day."

With the task in hand, Sharlayan had no time to think deeply about this issue that was related to the survival of the entire high elf group, so he could only keep it in his heart for the time being.

It has been more than two years since Sharlayan was last in northern Eversong Forest.

Two years is nothing to the long-lived high elves, but compared to the last time they left, the terrain and landforms in the northern part of the forest have undergone considerable changes.

There is a low-lying valley in the northwest of the Arendar River. There are a lot of fruit trees planted in the valley. Sharlayan and Valeera used to come here to steal apples.

But now there is nothing left in that valley, only a piece of scorched ruins, and all the fruit trees have been burned to death.

"The Dragonmaw Clan did it."

Noticing Sharlayan's gaze, Valeera also had a gloomy expression.

The orchard carried the precious childhood memories of her and Sharlayan, but it was easily reduced to ashes in the orc invasion.

"Due to the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain, after the war with the Horde, the Sunfury Legion transformed the Sungap Valley into a temporary military camp."

"This barracks did indeed play a role, effectively slowing down the march of the tribe until...the red dragon came."

Sharlayan has already learned from the barrage that those red dragons are only semi-finished products that have been forcibly ripened with spells. They don't even have their own will, and they only obey orders.

"Thinking that a single artifact can distort the will of the guardian dragon for a long time, the arrogant Dragonmaw clan will pay the price sooner or later."

Dragonhawks may not be as powerful in aerial combat as ferocious griffins, but due to their lighter body structure, their flying speed is far higher than that of griffins.

Flying over the ruined Sun Rift Valley at high speed, Sharlayan, who was always eagle-eyed, spotted some flickering spell lights and shadows in the middle of the devastated forest.

"there!"

Sharlayan raised his finger and pointed to the grove on the south side of the eastern temple.

"Damn! We are one step late, the battle has already begun!"

Sharlayan gritted his teeth, ignored the barrage and Valeera's dissuasion, and ordered the dragon eagle below him to descend quickly.

"Don't be impulsive! Sharlayan, with your current strength, getting involved in a battle of this level is delivering food!"

"Calm down, restrain your anger, and recall Salorian's teachings, impulsiveness cannot solve problems!"

Sharlayan, who was descending at a high speed, had a resolute expression: "I am very calm, and I will not rush into the battlefield foolishly."

"Since we have air superiority, why not use it?"

"As long as we can delay for a certain amount of time, Vereesa and Halduron will lead the Farstriders to arrive in time."

With a pat on the head of the swiftly swooping dragonhawk, Sharlayan shouted amidst the howling wind.

"It's now, Spitfire!"

"Oh!"