Salian shook his head, ignoring the gossip barrage, and chatted with the more serious guy named "The Husky is a bit two".

The husky is a bit two: "The orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, which means that the current point in time is late in World War II?" ”

"Sarjan, where is the main force of the orcs advancing? Can you still get in touch with Silvermoon City? ”

Hearing the name Silvermoon City, Sarjan, who didn't like it in his heart, subconsciously frowned.

"It's difficult, the army of orcs is in the way of the main road connecting the north and south of the forest."

"If we can repel the Amani trolls first, we may be able to detour from the east side of Lake Allendal into the northern part of the forest, but ......"

Husky is a bit two: "Is Amani a troll......"

"Considering the racial nature of real-world trolls and their numerical superiority, it's really hard to deal with."

"Sarjan, for a number of reasons, we know what might happen in Azeroth in the future."

"If the timeline doesn't change, the orcs' assault on Quel'Thalas will end in a hurry."

"Orgrim Doomhammer should have retreated now, and the orc warlock Gul'dan is also secretly pregnant."

"All you need to do now is hold the line and be patient."

"When Orgrim loses patience and leads the main force of the orcs south to Lordaeron, Gul'dan turns his back on the tribe and goes to sea in search of the Broken Isles."

"At that point, the remaining Amani trolls will be easy for Quel'Salas to deal with."

"Besides, Tulayan and Aurelia should be on their way here, and if they hold on a little longer, Quel'Salas's predicament will be solved."

The words of an uncertain prophet made Sarean's brow furrow.

If it's just one person who says this, the barrage floating in front of him is all making his own suggestions.

Although there are some subtle differences in everyone's thinking, the general premise is the same.

The Horde's invasion of Quel'Salas was destined to end in vain, leaving only the undying Amani trolls to continue their assault on Silvermoon.

The High Elves and Amani Trolls have been fighting each other on and off for thousands of years, and they both know each other.

If it was a forest troll in its heyday, the High Elves would still be afraid of it.

After the battle of the trolls more than 2,000 years ago, the forest trolls have long since collapsed.

With the current strong soldiers of the tribe, there is no way to take the strong Silver Moon City, let alone the small strength of the Amani tribe.

Once the orcs withdraw, the outcome of the battle will be self-evident.

"Hold on......"

Salian is a warrior and has never liked to think about things that are too complicated, and it is the creed of a warrior to be brave and brave without fear of hardships and dangers.

A large number of barrages revealed the outcome of the Battle of Quel'Thalas, and Sarai believed it in peace of mind.

Leaving aside how these people foresaw the future, the most important thing right now is to inform the superiors of the orc's movements, the acting leader of the Far Wanderer camp, Haduron Bright Wing.

Even without thinking deeply, Saray could guess what would happen after the orcs left.

At this time, the Amani trolls still have the patience to slowly encroach on the Eternal Song Forest, and once the orcs evacuate, the angry Zulkin will definitely gather all his forces and forcibly attack Silvermoon City.

"Here's the problem."

Saljan touched his messy beard with a headache: "How can I convince Haduron to believe me?" ”

Sarren's question quickly drew a barrage of answers.

"Well...... Or in the name of Elune, say you've been enlightened? ”

"Capture the Cloud Player Alive!"

"Elune is a god worshiped by the Night Elves, and the High Elves are descendants of the upper elves, and they are at odds with the Night Elves."

"If you dare to say that you believe in Elune in Quel'Salas, someone will come to check the water meter the next day!"

"Then Darth Rematto's dream?"

", if Sarren were the Sunchaser, the royal family would be able to use this excuse."

"Although the Deep Shadow family is a hardcore king, do you think Haduron will believe that the founding king Darth Remator dreams of giving a descendant of a retainer who has nothing to do with the eight poles?"

"So what do you say?"

"Let's keep it simple, let's just say that I heard about it from refugees who fled from the northern part of the forest."

"Now that the war situation is urgent, it is impossible for Haduron to find fault with the source."

"As long as there is no deviation in the development of events after the war, who will care where this news comes from after the war."

The straight-tempered Sarrenan didn't bother to think too much about it, and simply decided to take the advice of this barrage.

However, after a busy day, Hadurun finally rested and was leaning against the wall and sleeping lightly.

Sarean thought about it for a moment and decided to wait until he woke up to give him the news.

"Speaking of which, Hadurun is not easy either."

As his father, Julian Deepshadow, joined the Far Travelers, Saljan met Haduron at a very young age.

He had the impression that the second character of the Far Wanderer was very adaptable to the slow-paced life of the High Elves, and most of the time he seemed to be lazy, and he could never work when he could fish, so he was often blamed by Aurelia for this.

That being said, compared to the noble lords who indulged in pleasure in Silvermoon City, Haduron was already diligent.

From Liadrin, you can see some shadows of the aristocratic atmosphere of Silvermoon City.

The years of peace have accustomed them to a life of drunken dreams and death.

This time, if it weren't for the orc army coming to the city, those nobles who had long been corrupted by wine and power would not have helped the Sun King to fight the enemy with all their might.

Seeing that someone on the barrage mentioned his raunchy appearance again, Saray moved with peace of mind.

As a half-elf, Saljan has been discriminated against by the pure-blood elves around him since he was a child, and some people with a strong desire for personal performance will take the lead in excluding and bullying him.

As a child, Salian thought that he had done something wrong, and once asked his father the reason for crying.

To this day, Saleien still remembers his father's stubbornness mixed with guilt.

In the end, Julian didn't say anything, just hugged Sarean seriously, telling him to learn to be strong and not to blindly endure.

As time passed, Salian found that backing down could not dispel the malice in the hearts of those people, and with his father's encouragement, he began to try to fight back.

Anyone who dared to provoke was beaten violently by Salian with his fist.

One of the reasons why Julian moved to the manor in the south of the Yongge Forest was that Sallian had offended too many descendants of powerful people, and the Deep Shadow family began to be unable to hold back.

The people of the High Elves of Silvermoon City prides themselves on being noble and elegant, and they despise their compatriots who behave rudely.

Growing up in a rebellious period, Sarjan scoffed at their so-called elegance and nobility, which was nothing more than that the living conditions were too good, and they were idle and bored and pretended.

Do you like to dress elegant?

Okay, I'm going the other way, how rude it is, it's to make you look uncomfortable, but you can't do anything about me.

Based on this idea, Sarjan chose the warrior most despised by the High Elves as his main combat role.

Julian didn't say much about his choice, and used his connections to help his son find a famous teacher who was also from the king's faction to teach.

It was also from that time that Saléan began to grow beards, and he deliberately did not take care of them, looking unkempt and sloppy.

Years passed, and Saljan had grown accustomed to the hairy touch on his face, and he had almost forgotten that he still had a messy beard.

As he grew older, under the guidance of his father and mentors, as well as the guidance of his friends, Sarren's mentality gradually matured and he was no longer as extreme as he had been in the early years.

In retrospect, those childish thoughts of his rebellious period are a little ridiculous.

"If you want to win the respect of others, it's useless to just be different......"

It was still some time before Haduron woke up, and Sareammo made a decision in his heart, brushing the thick hair on his face.

"Now that you're an adult, it's time to make some changes."