Although the exaltation of the Tree of Life, Sasara, has ended, the soul of Sarean has not yet fully returned to the body.

His mind drifted through a silent, wide space, completely unaware of Valeera's call.

There was no living creature in this space except for the Sarren, and the pitch black environment was dotted with twinkling stars.

"Here it is...... Where? ”

Saljan looked around in amazement, as if he were floating in the clear night sky, surrounded by a large number of glittering stars.

Without waiting for Saljan to take a closer look, his consciousness was squeezed out of the space without warning and returned to his body.

"Shhh

The burning pain all over his body still didn't dissipate, and tough guys like Sarren couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

He felt like the chain mail he had purchased in Taquilin not long ago felt like it had grown into his flesh.

And this was true, as part of the flesh of the sarren had become stuck to the armor due to the heat from the inside out.

"Yikes! It looks like it hurts, what should I do? ”

"What else can I do? Azeroth's medical technology has not yet developed into surgery, so it can only be forcibly torn off...... Although I don't think I have that courage. ”

Valera also saw the tragic situation of Sarren, and spun back and forth in a hurry.

"Get out of the way! I'll take a look. ”

A slightly arrogant voice came from behind Valeera, and Miss Squirrel, who had no master of the six gods, subconsciously moved out of the way, and only realized that something was wrong after making a move.

"You ......"

Subconsciously wanted to get angry, but as soon as the words came out, Valilla forcibly suppressed her anger and asked in a low voice, "Can you help him strip off his armor?" ”

"Difficult."

Checking Sarean's condition, Sylvanas' brow furrowed.

Some of the chain mail pieces fit perfectly into the flesh, and it is basically impossible to solve the problem without injury.

"Wait, I'll call the chaplain."

When Sylvanas turned his head and began to call, Saljan, who was gradually recovering from his half-crouching position, gritted his teeth and rested his hand on one of the sticky pieces of armor.

"Ahh No way? Does he want to ......"

"Don't dare to look at it!"

"Sago, a real man! Iron-blooded man! ”

"Poof~ Why do I want to laugh when I see this?"

"Don't ramble around at this time! Something big is coming! ”

Saléan ignored the barrage riot and glanced at Valeera, who had developed a tacit understanding with him since childhood.

Valeera's pretty cheeks twitched, and she instantly understood what Sarren meant.

"Do you really want to do that?"

"Don't ink, do it!"

Valilla is well aware of Sarjan's temper, and once he decides, it will be difficult to change anything.

"Okay, you bear with me."

Pulling the unpoisoned dagger from its sheath, Valeera carefully pressed the sharp blade against the point where the armor joined the flesh.

"Whew!"

When Valeera was ruthless and cut through the flesh as close to the armor as she could, Sareen also began to exert force with Valeera's actions.

"Uhhh

In a loud scream that the barrage recognized as a foul odor, Sarjan forcibly tore off the flesh that was attached to the armor.

His actions not only startled Sylvanas, who had just come over with the military priest, but also stunned the people who were watching the whole process.

“…… Do you dare to tear your own flesh and blood directly? ”

"Are you kidding? Why don't you try. ”

"Good fellow, being so yourself?"

"Whoever is ruthless to himself must be more ruthless to his enemy, and I don't want to be his enemy."

With the cooperation of Valeera, who was holding back her anxiety, Saljan, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, tore off all the nail pieces embedded in the flesh one after another.

To Valeera's surprise, some kind of emerald green energy appeared near the bloody wounds on Sarren's body, and the wounds that were still bleeding before quickly scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Being forcibly infused with natural energy has allowed Sarayan to gain a lot of benefits, and he has suffered a lot of sins as a result.

Character: Salian Deep Shadow

Race: High Elf (half-blood)

Status: Moderate burns (healed)

Combat Class: Level 23 Warrior, Level 5 Ranger (Special Class), Level 1 Druid

Talents: Nature Affinity, Endless Fighting Spirit, Dragon Blood (Unsealed in One)

Skills: Charge, Battle Cry, Valiant Leap, Suppression, Eagle Eye, Overdrive Regeneration (Gifted Skill)

The high-speed healing in the talent skill has evolved into over-speed regeneration, and injuries heal faster than before.

But that's not the point, the point is that the OO bloodline that was coded before has finally been revealed.

At this time, the barrage also began to have a heated discussion.

"The talent has finally been unlocked! But why is it a double unlock? ”

"There are two in one, and it seems that Sarean still has a long way to go in the future."

"Now that the shotgun has been replaced, not only has the self-healing ability been greatly improved, but the physical fitness bonus given by the dragon's bloodline has also been officially activated."

"Saljan is a panel fraud, although he is only a level 23 warrior who has not obtained the elite template, but with the blood of the dragon clan as the foundation, enemies of the same level can't beat him at all."

"Yes, it's my favorite part of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger again."

When Sarjan's wounds were almost scarred, Sylvanas hurried with the chaplain to lead the team.

The leader was also an acquaintance of Salren's, the priestess Liadrin, who had been trapped in the Far Traveler camp.

"You ......"

Liadline looked at the many scars on Sarjan's body that had healed with some speechlessness.

"Is this an attempt to rob our pastor of his job? You can't really be a descendant of trolls, are you? ”

Glancing at Leadrin, who was still in the mood to joke, Salaan took off her tattered armor and lining, and took out a spare set of leather armor from the space package and replaced it.

"Don't be poor...... Anyway, why didn't you go back to Silvermoon City and become the leader of the military priest? ”

Liadline smiled wryly and spread her hands: "It's hard to put it into words, to put it simply, this is a topic assigned by my mentor." ”

In between the laughter, Liadline quickly bandaged the wound that was no longer bleeding.

Sylvanas' eyes spun playfully around Valera and Liadrin.

"Sarren, you know a lot of beautiful women."

"Oh~ there's another one."

Sylvanas chuckled and stepped out of the way, gesturing behind him.

Lyras, who could only stare at the periphery before, finally got permission and rushed over with the helpless third sister Wen Leisa.

Ignoring Sylvanas' joke, Saljan patted Lyras on the shoulder in reassurance.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, and this time it's a blessing in disguise."

Straightening his face, Sarjan bowed his head to Sylvanas and apologized: "I'm sorry, because of personal matters, I delayed your marching plan. ”

"I'm fine, let's keep going."

Sylvanas looked at the bandaged wounds on Sarjan's body meaningfully.

"That's right, it's important to get down to business, about your special constitution...... We'll talk about it privately when we have time. ”

"Lotherma, let's go!"

"Yes."

When the heroic second sister led the lead, Wen Lesa looked at Sarren with a strange expression.

"Your self-healing ability is getting more and more outrageous, no wonder that Meria's research maniac will ask you for blood three times and twice."

Sarayan shook his head helplessly: "I won't talk about my personal problems for now, let's keep up with the big army, we still have a long way to go to Lordaeron on this trip." ”