In the throne area at the top of Dasaro, a middle-aged troll with an older gold ornament leaning thoughtfully on the throne with one hand on his cheek.

He is Rastaha, the current god-king of Zandalara, and the report below the throne is a member of the Council of Zanshuli, a devout disciple of the Velociraptor Gonk, and a war druid.

After listening to Leddy's report, Rastaha's expression became a little gloomy.

"Leave that intruder alone."

"Zur, your prophecy has been fulfilled, and the blood trolls have begun to lay their hands on Loa, Cirik...... I'm afraid it's already more than lucky. ”

Beside Leddy, an old troll in a metal top hat sighed softly, "My lord, if possible, I really hope that these omen prophecies are wrong. ”

"It's a pity that the spirit of all things didn't lie to me, and this day has finally come."

Rastaha's eyes flickered slightly: "Prophet, what is your advice?" To fight or not to fight? ”

A cold glint flashed in Zur's eyes: "Fight!" While it is unknown exactly what happened at the scene, the Blood Trolls did suffer heavy losses in the battle against Toga, and this was a great opportunity. ”

"But ......"

Zur respectfully bowed to Rastaha: "Before we set out on the march, we must first obtain the protection of Lezan, so that the soldiers will not be bewitched by the blood god Gohorn for a certain time. ”

Rastaha pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes to the other members of the Zanshuli Council.

"What do you think?"

Yazma, the high priestess of the spider goddess Shadra, glanced at the showy Zur with dissatisfaction, and did not hesitate to stand up and express his opinion.

"I'm not interested in the prophecies of the gods of Zul, but as the old guy said, now is a golden opportunity to take advantage of the blood troll's vitality, maybe we can wipe out Nazmir in one fell swoop!"

The chief believer of the pterosaurus Loapaku, the hex lord Luo, hammered his chest hard.

"O king, please give orders! The Pterodactyl Dragon Knight is ready for battle! ”

Rastaha closed his eyes and was silent for two seconds, then when he opened them again, he had already made up his mind, his eyes full of determination and majesty.

"On my orders, all the generals led their troops to the Zulgar camp to assemble, and the priests also offered to help Loa!"

"Wait until the kings of Loa send down their blessings...... It is up to you, Zul, to lead the elite of the vanguard army into Nazmir as quickly as possible, and destroy the living force of the blood trolls as much as possible before the blessing disappears, leaving nothing alive! ”

Zur took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee in a happy heart: "Zur is commanded, with the help of Lezan and many other Loa and the elite of Zandala's hundred battles, this battle is ...... Win! ”

Rastaha nodded heavily, strode to the edge of the throne platform, raised his right hand and proudly shouted to the whole city in a loud voice: "Zandara endures forever!" ”

"Zandala endures forever!"

……

The effects of the little butterfly flapping its wings are unknown for the time being.

As he flew to the middle of the sea, Sarayan saw Zandalara's patrol fleet from afar, and immediately retracted the dragonman's transformation into the water, transforming into a killer whale and diving into the sea to continue his journey.

After successfully returning to Drusva's Thornwhisperer's Den, the exhaustion accumulated by using the Dragonman transformation many times in stages struck at once.

Holding on to his spirits, he handed the ceremonial knife into Orfa's hands, and Sarren fell into a deep sleep in front of him.

Under the effect of the powerful self-healing ability, the wound on Salian's body caused by the Void Energy Bullet has long been healed, but there is still a trace of Void Energy left near the wound.

Orfa noticed this, and looked at Sarren, who was sleeping like a dead pig, with some concern.

"It seems that you have encountered some unexpected situations that I did not expect."

Under Orfa's personal watch, Sareen slept for three days.

"Bang!"

As soon as he woke up, before he could stretch his body, Saljan was knocked on the head.

"Whew!"

Sarjan's mind was still a little foggy, and he looked around sleepily, and Orfa, with a serious look on his face, sat in front of him.

"Who made you mess with the dragonman and transform! I've used it several times in a row! ”

"Didn't I tell you you you can't try it until it's completely controllable?"

"What? Wings**, my warning didn't work? ”

"Uh~"

Sarian spread his hands helplessly: "I encountered an unexpected situation, and I accidentally mastered the transformation of the dragon man under the stimulation of external forces, and then there was a series of accidents, and I had to mess up a little bit." ”

"Bang!"

Orfa angrily raised the bear's paw and knocked on the head of Sarjan: "You are a little messy?" ”

"That is, your kid is born with a strong physique and strong vitality, if you come over as an ordinary person, you will be overdrawn like you, and ten lives will not be enough!"

[Haha! There's nothing wrong with it, it's just a little bit of chaos. 】

[Ahhhh It's time to jump again, and in the past three days, I haven't been able to watch Xiao Sa's beautiful face when he is asleep, and he has lost blood! 】

The audience composition of Sarren's Otherworldly live broadcast room is very complex, including new and old gamers and cloud players of Warcraft, as well as unrelated fans and passers-by who join in the fun.

When the live broadcast first started, Sarjan's beard and ugly inch-shaped head almost persuaded Yan Fan to quit.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Sarian to shave off his beard, and he also left behind those good-looking female fans who shouted "Giegie grass nest" all day long.

After the battle of Grimbaatar, Sarren's short inch hair quickly lengthened under the infusion of foreign vitality, and his long silver hair was soft and shiny all the way to his waist.

Sarean himself was not used to long hair, and at one point wanted to shave it again after settling into the Thornwhisperer's den.

Under the "blood book" of a large number of barrages, he reluctantly agreed to keep his hair, and under the guidance of Princess Gianna, he tied his long silver hair into a high ponytail so as not to affect his activities.

During the battle with the Faceless, the rope that tied Sarean's hair was broken.

At the last moment before cutting the scene, the barrage glimpsed Sarean's sleeping appearance.

The scattered silver hair fell scattered around the handsome face inherited from the High Elves, and the lines of his face did not look as cold and hard as when he was awake, making his appearance even more beautiful.

This scene completely penetrated the psychological defense line of female face fans, and there was a lot of chicken crows on the barrage when the black screen transitioned.

Taking the time to glance at the barrage, Sarren's face suddenly darkened.

‘…… It's also too dirty. ’

After slapping Sarren, Alpha sat back on the ground.

"Tell me, what did you encounter on Zandalar Island? Why is there any Void Energy left on his body? ”

Sarren bit the headband he had just taken out of the spatial package, and pulled up his loose hair more and more skillfully.

"It's a long story, but I really encountered a lot of things on this trip."

"As for the Void Energy, it's left over from the battle with the Faceless."

……

Recklessly, using three consecutive dragon transformations that have not yet been fully mastered, Sarren's body is overdrawn and cannot be recovered in just three days.

It just so happened that Orfa planned to take advantage of this time to teach the final balance spell to Sarjan, who was temporarily unable to move freely.

"What I taught you before is no different from an orthodox druid, but starting today, you will experience the difference between a thorny talker and a druid."

"Reach out."

Sarren stretched out his still trembling right hand from the goodness, and Orfa pressed his bear paw against it.

"Gather your mind, don't make any resistance, and experience it with your heart."

A stream of cold energy flowed down the bear's paw into Sarren's body.

Unlike the vigorous energy of nature, this energy gives the concept of Saléan as a sense of withering and dead silence, the exact opposite of the nature of the life force.

"This is the power of death."

Retracting the energy flowing into Sarren's body, Alpha solemnly admonished: "The balance of the druids is the balance between the arcane and the natural, while the balance of the Thorn Whisperers is to regulate life and death. ”

"The ultimate goal of the Thorn Whisperer is to use his own hands to form a true life cycle of the two powers, and solve the ultimate problem that plagues countless mortals."

"The limit of life."

Sarian scratched his head with a humble expression: "But, I don't need to worry about lifespan, so isn't this ultimate goal meaningless to me?" ”

Orfa's originally serious expression suddenly became distorted, and he raised his bear paws with a hideous face to teach the bear children a lesson.

"You kid deliberately found fault, didn't you?!"

【? Olfa, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you also sell melons? (To be continued)