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The phoenix flames that erupted in Silvermoon City completely changed the battlefield situation in Eversong Forest.

Through the combined spell-casting blessings of the magisters, Anasteria only used one spell to burn Zul'jin, who was also a legendary powerhouse with himself, to ashes.

The powerful vitality of the legendary troll prevented Zul'jin from dying immediately, but the continuous burning and severe pain all over his body made his life worse than death.

Anasterians have no habit of torturing their enemies.

Although surprised that Zul'jin was still alive, he spared the Amani chief the pain.

"Crack!"

Stepping up to the charred Zul'jin, Anasterian ended his torment with a Flame Strike.

The Amani chiefs who were trapped in the city together with Zul'jin did not have such strong vitality as Zul'jin, and were killed by the flames of the phoenix together with their master.

So far, Quel'Thalas' internal and external troubles have basically been eliminated.

Without Zul'jin's coercion, the other forest troll clans who were originally dissatisfied with Amani would definitely take the opportunity to leave the battle line.

Only the Amani clan, which has been suppressed by the high elves for many years, is no longer able to pose a deadly threat to Quel'Thalas.

"Hey~"

Climbing up to the city wall and throwing Zul'jin's scorched head, Anasteria rubbed the center of his brows with a headache as he watched the forest trolls fleeing in panic outside the city.

After a busy day, the lack of energy of the elderly began to fail.

"It will take a long time to clear up the trolls hiding in every corner of Eversong Forest, respond to the alliance's request for an alliance, and deal with the subsequent impact of the coup attempt by the four nobles..."

Thinking of these chores piled up in mountains, the elderly Anasteria smiled wryly.

"Maybe it's time to call Kael'thas back?"

...

Under the cover of Li Reza personally breaking the rear, Salayan and others successfully left the battlefield.

Perhaps they sensed something from the burst of phoenix flames that erupted before, but Halaz, Nalorak, and Ekilsson did not chase after them.

They diverted their troops and tried to reconnect with Zul'jin's central army, but it was Dakar, the warlord who temporarily commanded the three armies, who responded to them.

Dakala told the three loa priests an unbearable news.

Zul'jin was tricked by the Sun King into Silvermoon City to be ambushed and killed, even the complete body could not be retrieved.

As the decision-makers of the Amani clan, the three priests immediately realized that the situation was over.

Without Zul'jin's deterrent power, big clans such as Xiezhi, Deadwood, and Rotten Moss left the front line one after another.

Small clans such as Burning Thorn, Fire Tree, and Evil Tooth that have not yet left are also beginning to move around. It is only a matter of time before the originally united forest trolls fall apart again.

In this case, as the senior members of the Amani clan, what Halraz and others need to consider is how to safely bring the remaining Amani troops back to Aman, and how to keep the clan safe from the wrath of the high elves coming sooner or later. Taken away by a wave.

Not to mention chasing, Dakala and the others wished they could grow two more legs, flee back to their lair before the alliance's reinforcements arrived, shrink their shells and continue to be turtles.

Just like they did for the previous 2000+ years.

As for the next rise of the forest trolls? Let's talk about getting through this huge crisis smoothly.

Seeing the troll army scattered into various parts of the forest from a high altitude while riding a dragon eagle, Sharlayan sighed in a somewhat complicated mood.

"The war is finally over."

"Why does Sharlayan's tone sound a little regretful?"

"Fuck, this crazy critic thinks that he hasn't fought enough, and he hasn't played a big role in this war."

"Isn't this nonsense? Although it's just a local war, it's not just a single person who can change the overall situation."

"Because of Sharlayan's intervention, the direction of the defense of Quel'Thalas has changed quite a bit. This can be considered a great achievement."

"That's right, Lyras and Lireza both survived, and the ranger troops did not suffer heavy losses, and the high elves retained more vitality."

"Quel'Thalas has always pursued the strategy that the soldiers are more expensive than the elite. In fact, this is also a helpless move. After all...the fertility of the high elves is too low, and they can't afford to die."

"Cough~ Brothers, it's too far away."

"Let's get down to business, Sharlayan, if you don't think you're having enough fun, I recommend you to find Alleria who is about to return, and follow him to the next battlefield, Lordaeron."

"I just don't know if we can catch up. When Ao Paopao realizes that Gul'dan has rebelled, and the tribe has no follow-up reinforcements, I'm afraid it's time to yo-yo."

"If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple. At worst, follow the alliance army all the way to the south to take back Stormwind City."

"Lothar... can it be saved?"

"Hehe~ What do you think? Let Sharlayan fight against Orgrim who is at his peak? Do you think he didn't die fast enough?"

"Whoever said that he is going to go into battle in person, wouldn't it be good to give Lothar and the people around him some warnings in advance."

"Difficult, it was a one-on-one leader duel, and it was difficult for others to intervene. If Lothar was a few years younger, he might be able to win, but unfortunately..."

"Beauties have been like famous generals since ancient times, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair."

'Lothar? '

Looking at the discussion on the barrage, Sarlayan stroked his chin thoughtfully.

‘The military leader of the Alliance, Anduin Lothar, will he die at the hands of the Horde Chief? '

"Lordaeron..."

Sharlayan was indeed a little moved by the suggestion made by the barrage.

But now the battle situation in Quel'Thalas is unclear, and Alleria has not returned yet, everything is still unknown, he can only wait for the situation to become clear before making a decision.

"In short, let's choose a level 20 skill first."

After killing the weak elite swordsman Jubitus, Sharlayan's warrior profession has risen to level 22.

The skill reward at level 20 is the same as at level 15, and it also gives him a chance to choose one of the three.

Before being on the battlefield, Sharlayan hadn't been able to spare the energy to choose. Now that the battle is over, it's time to think about how to continue to enhance his strength.

After all, it is very likely that there will be one battle after another waiting for him.

...

The army of forest trolls fled in all directions, and Valeera finally completed the task assigned by the Backlight Blade and successfully rescued the ranger general Lireza Windrunner.

Although she was somewhat reluctant to part with Sharlayan, she had to return to Silvermoon City as soon as possible because of the military orders.

When Sharlayan was struggling with how to choose skills, Valeera rode another dragon eagle into the sky, interrupting his hesitation.

"I'm going back to Silvermoon City, why don't you show me something?"

"what?"

Looking up at Valeera's eyes full of hints, Sharlayan scratched his head puzzled.

"What does that mean? You want souvenirs?"

"you!"

Veins protruded from Valeera's forehead, and her full chest, which did not match her age, rose and fell like a bunny.

‘Don’t be angry, I’m not angry, it’s not the first day I’ve met this muscular brute whose mind is only about fighting, calm down, Valeera. '

In fact, under the clear reminder of the barrage, Sarlayan had already realized Valeera's intentions, but he didn't know how to respond correctly.

In Sharlayan's heart, Valeera was a playmate and friend who grew up together.

Sharlayan doesn't have many friends, and he cherishes every friend very much.

Although he has never personally experienced love, he has seen the scene of Halduron's love overturned more than once because he has elders like Halduron who are willing to enjoy life by his side.

It was true that after breaking up, they didn't even have to be friends. Salayan subconsciously resisted sublimating friendship into love.

He is afraid of losing.

Moreover, Sharlayan still hadn't figured out whether he had feelings for Valeera beyond friendship.

He still needs more time to sort out his thoughts, and pretending to be stupid is the best way to deal with it at present.

Fortunately, the high elves have never been short of time.

Although Valeera felt angry and powerless at Sharlayan's usual slowness, she didn't say much, waved goodbye to Sharlayan angrily, and flew towards Silvermoon City on the dragon eagle.

Anyway, there is still time, and she believes that sooner or later she will be able to take down this stupid piece of wood.

Sharlayan's brain circuits are relatively straightforward, and he really has a headache for such delicate emotional handling. He would rather fight with a few more powerful enemies on the battlefield.

"Don't think about it too much!"

"Crack!"

Patting his cheeks, Sharlayan forced himself to return his attention to skill selection.

"What will you choose this time?"