Sarjan glanced around the arena, and at Woking's orders, the shouting spectators were pulled backstage by the guards.

In the arena of Nuoda, except for Sarren and his party, only Woking and a few of his henchmen remained.

Salaen turned to look behind him and nodded to Stella Gosa and Onexia, who were still waiting for his instructions.

In the presence of a wide-eyed Woking, the blue dragon and one of the slender black dragons quickly shrunk into two high elves and human females with ugly appearances (troll aesthetic).

Wojin looked confused: "Marquis of Deep Shadow, what is this?" ”

Salian smiled and patted Woking's upper arm: "As you said, they are all my friends, as for the ...... over there"

Wojin followed Sarjan's finger as Onexia walked up to the other unconscious black dragon and forcibly cast a spell that transformed him into a tall, purple-skinned male elf.

“…… Night Elves? ”

"Oh?"

Saljan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Woking, have you already seen the Night Elves?" ”

Woking nodded, "Last year I met a fleet of Night Elves who came across the sea to buy goblin goods in Booty Bay. ”

"Goblin Commodity ......" the corners of Sarren's mouth twitched, "Let me ask, it can't be a bomb made by buying goblins, right?" ”

Woking looked at Saljan in surprise: "How do you know?" The Night Elves had come to buy a new weapon called the 'Depth Charge'. ”

Sarren's expression was a little weird: "Depth charges...... Well, I know what they're trying to do. ”

'It seems that the Night Elves were very uncomfortable being run out of Naga at sea, and they actually broke the routine and ran to the Eastern Kingdom to buy goblin bombs. ’

If Tyrande were still in power, the old stubborn would not have been able to give such an order that she considered "disgraceful".

However, it is Malfurion who is now in power, compared to Tyrande, this great Druyin is an out-and-out pragmatist, as long as it is helpful to the Night Elf race, he will not care about any facelessness.

Sarrean admires Malfurion's pragmatic style very much, and this kind of thing is earned by himself, not by pretending to force it.

Unbeknownst to Woking, Sunderland, who had not yet recovered as a physical entity, had been wrapped around the unconscious Baltos, making sure he wouldn't wake up suddenly.

It wasn't until Onexia forcibly turned Baltos back into human form and Saljan carried him on his shoulders that Sunderland shifted his target to Saljan.

Sarjan and his party flew west from the Scorching Canyon to the sea, and because they were flying at a low altitude close to the surface of the sea, the black dragon blocked by the mountain wall did not know which direction they were going.

Besides, the Valley of Thorns is far away from the Scorching Canyon, and Salaan doesn't believe that the black dragon of the Blackwing's Lair can track it here in a short period of time.

Jungle Trolls have fought countless years of civil war in the Valley of Thorns, and a large number of small and medium-sized clans have suffered from pond fish, and the ruins of the long-destroyed jungle troll clans can be seen everywhere in the north and south of the Valley of Thorns.

The Darkspear Clan had managed to grow to the size they are today, and Sarean didn't want to ruin their future by his own negligence.

He declined Woking's invitation to visit the Darkspear Troll's new home, and quietly found an uninhabited ruin near the Savage Coast in the northern part of the Gulabash Arena.

With the help of Woking and his men, Sarren's party quickly put in order a barely manageable house.

"I'm sorry, Woking."

Saljan smiled bitterly and said to Woking: "If we can, we don't want to land in such a swaggering way, the jungle of Thorn Valley is too dense, and we really can't find a suitable place to settle for a while." ”

If Salian and the others were just going out on a trip and adventure, they would be able to barely land through the jungle with the size of a griffin.

But the dragons ......

Rather than crushing a large number of trees to attract more attention, it is better to land in the Gulabash Arena, which is controlled by the Darkspear Clan, and even if something happens, the Darkspear trolls can be brought under control nearby.

Woking waved his hand disappreciatively: "Where, it's just a small thing." ”

"Since the Gulabash Arena reopened, there has been something 'exciting' every once in a while."

"In the eyes of those viewers, today's incident is just one of the 'excitement'."

Salian shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "That's right, after all, it's a bloody and brutal beast fighting show, so it's not too normal to have some accidents." ”

In fact, the Gulabash Arena is not only a colosseum, but also a regular arena points match, but Salian and they happened to encounter the Colosseum.

After settling into his temporary quarters, Woking sent his men out of the ruins to guard the gate, and Salian began to brief him about what had happened.

Woking has lived in the Valley of Thorns since he was born, unlike his father, Senkin, who had traveled to Zandala to study.

Although Senjin unreservedly taught Woking all the knowledge he had learned, he had not personally experienced those magnificent events and lacked practical experience in dealing with large-scale emergencies.

For the fledgling Woking, dragons are otherworldly creatures that exist in legends and are not usually found in everyday life in mortal realms.

Although the young and old Woking had behaved very well before, in fact, he was also full of curiosity about the dragon that appeared in many scripts like other young people.

Listening to Sarjan's description, Woking looked at him with wide eyes in astonishment.

"You mean...... Do you have dragon blood yourself? ”

Salian waved his hand amusedly: "Don't be so restrained, don't use honorifics on me." ”

"How?" Sarjan spread a pair of golden pocket dragon wings behind him: "Am I not like a dragon?" ”

"No, no! That was not what I meant. ”

Woking, who was still a little young, hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I just...... A bit of a surprise, I didn't expect the legendary dragon to be so close to us. ”

"Legends, ......"

Sarjan sighed, "During the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, the Dragon Legion, the Wilderness Demigods, and mortals worked together to drive the Burning Legion out of Azeroth. ”

"As the saying goes, distance produces beauty."

"In the next 10,000 years, the dragons, who suffered heavy losses in the ancient wars and were in dire need of cultivation, poured out of the daily lives of mortals, which led to the fact that dragons would only appear among the heroes of the mortal realm."

"Let me say so."

Salian patted Woking on the shoulder: "Dragons are indeed transcendent species whose life forms are higher than mortals, but they are not as evil as they are described, nor are they as sacred as others think. ”

"The dragons are only one of the indigenous inhabitants living in Azeroth, but their strength is stronger than that of mortals, no matter whether it is touted or suppressed, it is not necessary, just look at it normally."

"Even if you say so...... Woking scratched his head with some distress, "The strength of the dragon clan alone is not something that we mortals can ignore casually, right?" ”

"Heh~" Salian said with a smile: "I didn't let you take the initiative to provoke the dragon clan, I just said that there is no need to put on a low posture of deference in front of them. ”

"The dragon clan is also the same as mortals, there are all kinds of people in the clan, some good and some bad."

"We can't extend the actions of a dragon to an entire group just because he has done something bad, and vice versa."

"Wojin, sooner or later you will inherit the position of the chief of the Dark Spear Clan, you must learn to consider things from an objective point of view, and don't be easily coerced by the wind of public opinion."

"Alright!"

Salian patted his knee and got up from the ground: "That's all for the small talk, it's time for me to get down to business." ”

After settling in the unknown ruins, the mentally ill Onexia struggled to sleep under the care of Valera and Stella Gosa.

During the time that Sarjan and Woking were chatting, Baltos was laid flat in front of Sarjan, and Sunderland, who didn't want to show his face, kept him in a comatose state.

Previously, when he was rushing away, Sarlian had only cured Onexia's injuries at a curiosage level, and it was difficult to concentrate on casting spells in that high-speed escape state.

While Sarean and Woking were chatting and farting, Onexia, who was tossed and turned by the pain of her injury, finally fell asleep peacefully.

After receiving the signal from Valera and Stella Gosa, Salaen walked over to Onexia lightly.

"Sleep, and enjoy the peaceful and joyful life in your dreams."

A faint green glow tapped her fingers on Onexia's forehead, and in a deep sleep, her pain-wrinkled brow finally eased.

Salaan glanced at Valera and Stellagosa, who got up and walked over to Baltos to keep an eye on them.

Focusing entirely on Onexia, Saljan's hands glowed with a life-filled emerald green glow.

"Treatment has officially begun."