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When Sharlayan lived and served in Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas and him were known as kings and ministers, but they were actually close friends.

After breaking away from this superficial relationship between king and minister, Kael'thas and Sharlayan did not break off the contact. The two would still keep in touch from time to time through the mobile phone network that covered the Dragon Bone Plains.

The visualization of communication was a technical iteration recently completed under the leadership of Mimiron. Kael'thas's words of "long time no see" were indeed right. They had indeed not seen each other for a long time.

Sarlayan shook his head and laughed: "It's true that we haven't seen each other for a while. How are you and Anweina doing?"

Kael'thas also smiled and shrugged: "Thanks to you, my life is happy, but on your side... I seem to hear the cry of killing, is there a war?"

"Yeah... I'm busy right now." Sarlayan waved his hand with a wry smile: "I won't mention it here."

"Since you have time to return to Watchfort, it means that the battle in Blade's Edge Mountain is going well."

"Exactly, I have something to ask you."

Kael'thas responded readily: "Let's talk about it, it should be related to the situation in Draenor, right?"

"Probably... so." Sarlayan's expression became serious: "I need you to help me contact the garrison and support troops scattered across Draenor, and ask them if anyone has witnessed it on the battlefield. I have met the top leaders of the Dread Lord, including Tichondrius.”

"Dread Lord?" Kael'thas touched his smooth chin thoughtfully: "What a coincidence, I can answer your question now."

"I just returned from attending the coalition meeting in Shattrath City. The movements of the Dreadlord have been closely followed by Illidan Stormrage and A'dal."

"I'll just tell you the conclusion."

Kael'thas said solemnly: "So far, among the high-level fear lords, only Mephistrostos has appeared on the battlefield in Shadowmoon Valley. Illidan has fought against him several times, and there is no clear winner for the time being."

"Other than him, we haven't seen any of Tichondrius, Varimathras, Diserok, Mal'Ganis, etc."

A gleam of cold light flashed in Sarlayan's eyes: "Ha~ It is indeed like this. You are building the plank road openly and secretly building the warehouse. You are playing this trick with me."

Kael'thas asked in confusion: "Do you know where they are going? Aren't they supposed to stay in orbit and remotely control the battle?"

Sarlayan nodded: "I thought so too before getting the latest information from the Shadow Realm. This is exactly what the Dread Lord who is good at controlling people's hearts deliberately created."

"If I'm not wrong, there are only 1-2 senior Dreadlords left in space orbit at most. More people have sneaked into the Shadow Realm through unknown means and are currently in their hometown of Revendres. Making waves.”

"The Shadow Realm..." Kael'thas' golden eyebrows frowned slightly: "It's not impossible. After all, the Nathrezim originally originated from Revendreth. Maybe they have some kind of direct connection to Revendreth. The secret portal."

"If the top leaders of the Dread Lord, including Tichondrius, are not here..." Kael'thas's eyes flashed: "Does that mean that now is the best time for us to launch an all-out counterattack?"

Sarlayan nodded approvingly: "Indeed, the high-end combat power brought by Tichondrius this time is not much. Coupled with the internal strife of the Burning Legion, the overall combat effectiveness of this expeditionary force is relatively low."

"If they learn that the leader of the expeditionary force has already left his post... they may be able to take this opportunity to defeat the legion's ground forces in one fell swoop, and then use the two-way portal to counterattack the legion's fleet."

After lowering his head and pondering for a moment, Sarlayan said categorically to Kael'thas: "Old friends, the situation on Draenor is left to your own judgment. I will also end the dragonborn civil war in the Dragon Islands as soon as possible. Go to the Shadow Realm yourself again."

Kael'thas smiled and nodded: "Then let's work together. After you are done with your work for a while, remember to come back to Silvermoon City to talk to me. I have a good news to tell you."

"Okay, it's a deal."

After hanging up the contact, Sarlayan took back the smile on his face and said to Valeera next to him with a murderous expression: "We must speed up the progress. Those big bats are really good at finding opportunities, and their sense of smell is also very keen. of."

The Nathrezim are a rare resourceful faction in the Burning Legion. Although Tichondrius did not know that Kil'jaeden had explicitly killed them, he could vaguely sense it through the internal strife that broke out not long ago. A disharmonious atmosphere.

This time they used the excuse of the expedition to Draenor to go out, but Tichondrius and others actually had other plans in mind.

After the ground battle in Draenor began, there was only one Nasrezim number two figure left on the entire Draenor battlefield who was specifically designed to attract attention—Mephistros.

This is because Illidan has long vowed to kill him personally for revenge. If he is not on the battlefield, he will attract extra attention.

If Sarlayan guessed correctly, the decision-makers, including Tichondrius, had already smuggled into the Shadow Realm, and those left in the battleship command room were just fakes transformed by other fear lords.

It has to be said that at the moment when Sarlayan and his dragon clan are busy dealing with the threat of the incarnate dragon, and the main army of Azeroth rushes to Draenor for reinforcements, it is indeed the best time for the Dreadlord to secretly attack Chencang.

Not long after the turmoil in the Shadow Realm ended, Revendreth was still waiting for help. Tichondrius and others accurately captured the Venthyr headed by Reinasol and the Stoneborn headed by Stonesmith. The divergence of interests between them has fueled the conflicts between them.

If they really succeed, the next step will definitely be to provoke an internal fight between the two sides, and then fish in troubled waters to recapture some of the secret passages that have been sealed, so that Denathrius can escape without being noticed. Maw abyss took it back again.

With Sharlayan's reminder, the Winter Queen and other Eternals should pay more attention to Revendreth, and will not completely tear apart the once close allies of Renathor and Stonesmith.

As long as Revendreth does not cause chaos, it will be difficult for Tichondrius and others to find opportunities to cause trouble, and then Sarlayan will personally rush to the Shadow Realm to completely eliminate them.

If he dies again this time, Nathrezim will no longer have the possibility of resurrection.

Even if Sharlayan doesn't interfere, their souls who escape back to the Twisting Nether will be crushed mercilessly by the Deceiver's own hands, and... may even be thrown to the Witch Coven as toys and tortured to death.

"Want to take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble? Let's see who has the time advantage."

…

Not to mention the changes in the situation between Draenor and Revendreth, after recovering his divergent attention, Sarlayan closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, and began to concentrate on adjusting his state for the upcoming decisive battle.

Under the absolute advantage of military strength, as long as the frontline commanders of the dragon tribe do not underestimate the enemy, it is impossible for the desert worshipers, who are already low in morale, to launch a surprise attack to turn the tables.

It turns out that Saryan's guess was correct.

By the day he expected the Incarnation Dragon to be unsealed, the Desert Worshipers' defensive front had been compressed to less than 5 kilometers away from the Incarnation Dragon Cellar. The overwhelming dragon coalition forces would surround the Incarnation Dragon Cellar.

"Boom!"

When Sarlayan opened his eyes with some feeling, the seal of the incarnation dragon that had been maintained for 20,000 years was finally broken by Lesa Jess. Three elemental ancestor dragon kings with huge sizes and different appearances came out of the prison one after another. Spread its wings and fly out.

"Ouch!"

"hold head high!"

Different sounds of joyful dragon chants resounded throughout the Dragon Islands, and the sluggish morale of the wilderness worshipers quickly increased visibly to the naked eye.

"It's finally out."

There was no trace of emotion on Sarlayan's face. At this time, there was no one around him. The senior dragon clan officials, including Alexstrasza, had already rushed to the frontline camp in front of the Incarnate Dragon's Lair.

"Then, let me fulfill my promise and give you one last persuasion."

After standing up from the top of the Guardian Dragon's Seat, Sarlayan lifted his right foot and stepped forward as if stepping through the void. The next second, he appeared directly in front of the four avatar dragons who were baring their teeth and claws.

"Four seniors." Surrounded by Alexstrasza, Ysera and others, Sarlayan maintained his dragon form and flapped his wings to float in mid-air, looking at the mighty incarnation dragons with a half-smile. : "As you can see, the current situation is very clear. Are you willing to surrender?"