Since New Akandol settled in the Crystal Song Forest, the web that had been disrupted by the Arcane explosion has gradually returned to normal.

The crystallized part of the forest thawed, and now the Crystal Song Forest is somewhat unworthy of its name, and there are no traces of crystallization in sight.

According to Lord Bode Lim, the inhabitants of New Shandara City once debated whether to change the name of the place back to the original Moon Song Forest.

However, just as Night Elf civilians have always been hostile to the High Elves, so High Elf civilians have a DNA-based rejection of the Night Elves.

Month, the word frequently appears in all aspects of Night Elf society, and if it is not necessary, the High Elves will subconsciously avoid it when choosing a name for something.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the capital of Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City.

Silvermoon City is the name of the capital city that Darth Lema and the upper elves had just set when they first arrived in the Eternal Song Forest, and it inevitably has the meaning of nostalgia for the past years.

After a long debate, some people even proposed to change the name of Jingge Forest to Rige Forest.

The lord of Lin Yu, who was so noisy, was too lazy to bother anymore, and directly decided to maintain the original name of Jingge Forest, and would not change it in the future...... At least he won't change it while he's still in office.

With the help of the sigil tree planted by Vandal Deerhelm in his early years, New Akandol has mastered the arcane and natural forces of the Crystal Song Forest.

The once uninhabitable Jingge Forest has been transformed into a place to live and work in peace and contentment, and the people who have migrated from the Yongge Forest have genuinely loved it.

It would be better if there was no threat of war.

With the power of his red dragon, Sarean attracts the abundant natural energy of the Crystal Song Forest, and transforms it into a highly activated healing power through his own transit.

Catalyzed by the overflowing natural energy, the grass on the ground grew wildly, and the trees closer to Sarean also ushered in a second spring, slowly climbing up in height and becoming more leafy.

In a small area circled by Valeera, the wounded soldiers felt itching from their wounds one after another.

Ignoring the abnormality of the surrounding vegetation, many wounded soldiers curiously opened the gauze to check their injuries.

They were surprised to find that the wound that was still oozing blood was healing rapidly, and only pink scars could be seen after a few seconds.

The hideous, ugly wound on Sylvanas's face quickly healed, and she could clearly feel the flesh of her face revitalized again.

"That's a ...... What a miracle. ”

Like the other wounded soldiers, Sylvanas looked in amazement as Sarean raised his hands to guide spells.

Bathed in the radiance of emerald green natural energy, Salian feels as if he has become the master of this forest, becoming one with his surroundings without any sense of disobedience.

Sylvanas subconsciously came up with a noun in his mind: 'Child of nature? ’

The truth is just as Sylvanas observed.

As the Tranquility Technique continued to guide, the concentration of natural energy in Sarren's body skyrocketed, completely suppressing the activity of other energies.

That's not a good thing.

The rejoicing wounded soldiers didn't notice, but Sylvanas noticed something unusual with her piercing gaze.

Saljan's skin was drying up like tree bark, and the hair on his head seemed to move from there, as if something was about to grow out of his head.

Sarren didn't want to be like Malfurion, with horns on his head and feathers on his hands.

Malfurion's antlers are a natural blessing from Cenarius and are essentially a gift.

But this gift was not what Sarren wanted, and he still thought the dragon horns were more beautiful.

"Stella, it's your turn."

Stella Gosa, who was standing next to Sarjan, saw the abnormality in Sarjan more clearly than Sylvanas.

She nodded solemnly, carefully manipulating the arcane energy in the magic net into Sarren's body to reconcile the excess natural energy.

This is the first time that Salian has used Druyin's orthodox balancing method to fuse the power of nature and the power of arcane into one in an orderly manner.

Under the suppression of arcane energy, the anomalies caused by the excess of natural energy in Sarren's body gradually returned to normal.

When the large-scale, high-intensity tranquility technique was completed, the wounded soldiers who had just woken up from a dream were pleasantly surprised to find that their injuries had greatly improved.

Most of the wounded soldiers found by Sylvanas were traumatic patients who could be cured with simple and crude methods.

As for those patients with internal injuries that have penetrated deep into their organs, there is nothing Salian can do for the time being, and with his current control of natural energy, he is not yet able to achieve precise internal treatment.

"Ha ......"

Although it uses external energy, as a transit point for the output of these energies, Salian is still under a lot of pressure.

As soon as the spell was over, he sat on the ground and looked up at the skin of his arm that had been restored.

"Sure enough, Amunayin's physical vision is not a coincidence, but the inevitable result of the overactivation of a single natural energy."

The dangers caused by the excessive accumulation of a single energy gave Saray some inspiration and inspiration.

This is not the case with the natural energy that is gentle by nature, but what about the more restless arcane and evil powers?

Is it for this reason that there are so many Titans in the Pantheon who wield different powers?

This question remains unanswered, but it is a wake-up call for Sarren.

As the ancient sages of another world said, the solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not give birth.

Too much reliance on a single energy is likely to allow them to flood unchecked.

Salaen finally knew why Malygos, who was in charge of the arcane of Azeroth, was so proficient in all kinds of spells, and it was probably for this reason that he dabbled in a lot to neutralize the excess arcane energy.

For a short moment, the wounded soldiers had already ripped off the gauze bandages on their bodies and cheered happily.

Sylvanas also looked at the empty eyes of Sarjan silently with grateful eyes, and only after about a minute did he retract his expression and turn his head coquettishly.

"What's yelling? Want to blow up the camp? ”

"I'll return to my post when I'm healed, the war isn't over yet!"

"Yes! General Windranger! ”

The soldiers brought out by Li Liresa with war are all elites.

With Sylvanas' reminder, they quickly recovered from the joy of recovering from their injuries.

As the Ranger General said, the threat of frost trolls remains, and this difficult war is far from over.

……

The sudden cheers inside the city walls resounded in the sky, but the frost troll camp outside the city was a depression.

The High Elves have walls to defend them, and the attrition of the soldiers is far less than that of the trolls on the besieging side.

Dhaka is not a forest troll who has been oppressed by Quel'Thalas for thousands of years, and although the losses in this war are quite large, they are far from breaking their bones.

That's why Sarayan doesn't want to fight Dhaka.

How easy is it to destroy an entire troll empire.

The troll of the forest is Quel'Thalas, who has been restrained for more than 2,000 years before his hope for revival has been snuffed out little by little, and God knows how long it will take to polish the vitality of Dhaka.

Not to mention the current war in the Zudak region and the covert intervention of Zandalara, they couldn't have watched the High Elves repeat their old tricks to nibble away at the frost trolls bit by bit.

The Frost Troll's generals are meeting to discuss how to attack to break down the High Elves' strong defenses.

The sudden cheers from inside the city walls made them look irritated and unhappy.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Due to their height, most trolls are habitually hunched.

But the troll who spoke at this time straightened his waist and glanced at his compatriots beside him in a condescending manner.

"Don't be fooled by the illusion deliberately created by the High Elves, after many days of fierce fighting, the morale and physical condition of the defenders are close to collapse."

"With a little more effort, we can breach this annoying wall, crush the High Elves' plans, reclaim the Daxalon Fortress in one fell swoop, and take the initiative back into the Crystal Song Forest and Grizzly Hills in our own hands!"

One of the Dhakarai generals immediately chimed in and shouted, "The envoy is right! Kill those tiles who play sorcery! Dhaka is sure to win! ”

'Huh~'

Easily fanning Dhakalai's low morale, the straight-backed troll sneered in his heart.

'Sure enough, it's a brainless fool, just right, so it's convenient for me to wait for Zandalar to manipulate secretly. ’

As everyone knows, the praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind.

Just as the Zandarar envoy was complacent, a High Elf in disguise, almost at one with the environment, silently curled up in a tree outside the troll camp.

'Found you, Fanner of Zandalara. ’