Nearly 7,000 years have passed since the completion of Silvermoon City, the arcane capital towering over the northernmost part of the continent as a symbol of the prosperity and prosperity of the High Elves.

After many years, Salian once again stepped through the shepherd's gate and strolled along the Avenue of the Elders.

Looking at the shops on both sides of the main road, his mood was a little complicated.

The last time Saljan left Silvermoon City, it was a bustling scene, with countless High Elves coming to shop and have fun every day.

The taverns in Silvermoon City were always open all night, and the people of the city with superior living conditions were drunk and dreaming all day long, as if there was nothing to worry about and worry about in this world.

And now, in front of the tavern alley, you can't even see the waitresses who used to dress coolly to attract guests.

The onslaught of the murderous forest trolls storming the city has not faded from the memories of the inhabitants of Silvermoon City.

The "old people" who used to stride and chat along the Avenue for the Elderly have disappeared without a trace, replaced by a few pedestrians who shrunk and bowed their heads like frightened birds.

The inhabitants of Silvermoon City are extremely proud of Quel'Salas's strength, guarded by the powerful Bandy Norriel Enchantment, and they have never believed that any nation or force can reach the gates of Silvermoon City.

A war against the city has taken a serious toll on these people's self-confidence, and they have begun to change their stereotypes that have lasted for thousands of years.

Some people shrank their heads like turtles, hiding at home and not daring to go out easily, while others refused to accept reality and numbed themselves with a lot of alcohol at home.

But there are also some people who have come to terms with reality through this war.

War and crisis are never far from Quel'Thalas.

The only reason why they can enjoy a peaceful life is because there have been people who have been carrying the burden of the entire kingdom in the south of the forest for thousands of years.

Witnessing the changes in the various states of the people in Silvermoon City, Sarian said with some emotion: "From this point of view, this war is not meaningless. ”

Valeera, who had accepted the order to meet Saljan, nodded approvingly.

"I hope that this lesson will wake up some of the people who still have the fighting spirit, as for the turtles who are still burying their heads and pretending that nothing happened...... Let them be. ”

After not seeing her for half a month, Valera was surprised to find that there had been some subtle changes in Sarren's temperament and demeanor.

As childhood sweethearts who grew up together, Valera considers herself one of the few people in the world who knows Sarren.

She had the impression that Sarren was stubborn and not afraid of fighting, and would not hesitate to severely punish anyone who crossed her red line, sometimes moving faster than her brain.

To put it bluntly, he is childish, vindictive, and obviously very smart but doesn't like to use his brain.

At this meeting, Valera felt that Salaan had become a little more mature.

In the past, when he came to Silvermoon City, he would always show undisguised disgust.

Valera was well aware of his dislike for Silvermoon City, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with Sarren's attitude, she just hoped that he would be tactful.

At this meeting, there was not much disgust on Sarren's face, replaced by a complex and flickering look.

"Did something happen?"

It is impossible for a person to mature suddenly without warning, and there must be a reason for the change in Sarena.

Valera worriedly examined his body in public to make sure that there were no wounds, and then pulled away again under Sarren's helpless refusal, ignoring the ambiguous eyes of passers-by.

"I'm fine."

Saléan said to Valeera, who was up and down, with a smile in her hand: "I just learned something from my father's letter and figured out some things. ”

"Oh?"

Valeera's expression moved, and she asked with interest, "Can you tell me about it?" ”

Since Sarean didn't like to think since he was a child, many times he would tell Valeera about things he couldn't figure out, and she would help him with ideas.

Julian thus jokingly referred to Valilla as Sarren's outward thinking mod.

After getting the system, with the help of the barrage, Sarjan can rest assured that all the secrets will be discussed with people from other worlds who will never leak information, and Valeera's role will naturally be diluted.

After hesitating for a moment, Salian shook his head: "There are some things that you still don't know. ”

More than a week has passed, and Salian has basically accepted his special background as a half-elf and half-dragon.

But he wasn't sure if his friends would be able to accept this strange bloodline composition.

After all, dragons are remembered by most mortals as monstrous and terrifying legendary creatures.

Valeera had a look of surprise on her face, then puffed out her cheeks in displeasure.

"What? Think you've alienated your old friends when you grow up? ”

Salian waved his hand and explained: "No, I didn't mean that, just ......"

Most of the barrage was smiling at melon seeds at this time, watching the bickering and skirmishes between the two, and some violent CP parties were still excitedly shouting "knocked" and "they are real".

"Saljan, don't be so nervous, Valera is just trying to trick you."

"Remember what we taught you, even if you decide to tell her in the end, you have to trade secrets for secrets, and that intelligence deal hasn't been completed yet."

During this time, nourished by the special energy in the unknown piccolo, the restlessness buried deep in the soul of Salian was gradually soothed.

Under the analysis of a large number of barrages, he roughly sorted out the source of this inexplicable rage.

The inexplicable restlessness of the soul should be caused by the rejection of the gradually awakened dragon bloodline and the mortal body.

Rejection here does not refer to physical rejection, but to the irreconcilable conflict between the existence of different personalities.

Dragons, or guardian dragons, are legendary creatures from the moment they are born, and all dragons will naturally have legendary strength when they reach adulthood.

This is not the case for fragile mortals, even if they are blessed with high elves, they need to grow step by step through their own efforts and activate their potential, and there is an essential difference in the form of growth between the two.

The dragon's blood, inherited from legendary creatures, flows through the mortal body, and if it does not have a serious negative effect on Sarean's body, it will inevitably have some effect on his soul.

This is what the barrage calls the xenobloodline repulsion effect.

Ever since learning that he is a human-dragon hybrid, Saljan has always unconsciously visioned Julian wrestling with a monstrous monster.

It wasn't until the breathless barrage told him that dragons could transform into human form that Salian was finally relieved.

Elite Moon Soul ...... Now that I think about it, this name is eighty percent fake, just a pseudonym.

It's almost certain that the strange guy is a giant dragon in human form, but I don't know which of the five-colored dragons it is.

After learning the result of the barrage, Sarren guessed the purpose of Ellette's visit to Quel'Thalas.

Helping Sarean was just a matter of chance.

He is supposed to be here for the red dragons who are controlled by the tribe, and the so-called entrusted by an old friend, the entrusting person should be the red dragon Crassus, whose full name is Kaurestraz, who lives in Dalaran with a hidden identity.

"Valeera, you said before that the Backlight Blade has some vague information about my origins, can you tell me now?"

"Hmm...... Yes. ”

Valera rolled her eyes and leaned in front of Sarjan with her hands behind her back and a wicked grin.

"But don't forget, it's a deal, and you need to promise me one condition."

Having already guessed that Valera would not say it easily, Salian nodded calmly.

"Don't you want to know what I learned from my father's letters? I can trade this information for that. ”