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Sharlayan shook his head, ignored the barrage of gossip, and chatted with the relatively serious person named "Husky is a bit dick".

Husky is a little bit two: "The orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, that is to say, the current time is the late period of the Second World War?"

"Sharlayan, where is the main force of the orcs? Can you still contact Silvermoon City?"

Hearing the name Silvermoon City, Sharlayan, who was unhappy in his heart, frowned subconsciously.

"It's very difficult. The army of orcs is blocking the main road connecting the north and south of the forest."

"If we can repel the invasion of the Amani trolls first, we may be able to detour from the east side of Lake Arendar and enter the northern part of the forest, but..."

Huskies are a little bit two: "Is the Amani troll..."

"Considering the racial characteristics of real-world trolls and their numerical advantage, it is really difficult to deal with."

"Sharlayan, for a number of reasons, we know what the future may hold in Azeroth."

"If the timeline hadn't changed, the orc attack on Quel'Thalas would have been anticlimactic."

"Now Orgrim Doomhammer should have started to quit, and the orc warlock Gul'dan is also secretly harboring evil intentions."

"What you need to do now is to stick to the front line and wait patiently."

"When Orgrim lost his patience and led the main force of the orcs to go south to Lordaeron, Gul'dan abandoned the tribe and went to sea to find the Broken Isles."

"At that point, the remaining Amani trolls will be easy for Quel'Thalas."

"Besides, Turalyon and Alleria should be on their way here. As long as we persist for a while, Quel'Thalas' dilemma will be resolved."

The words like a prophet made Sharlayan frown.

It would be fine if only one person said that, and the bullet screens drifting past were all rushing to offer their own suggestions.

Although there are some subtle differences in everyone's thinking, the major premise is unified.

The Horde's invasion of Quel'Thalas was doomed to end without a problem, leaving only the undeterred Amani trolls to continue attacking Silvermoon City.

The high elves and the Amani trolls have fought off and on for thousands of years, and they know each other well.

If it was a forest troll in its heyday, the high elves would still be afraid.

After experiencing the war of trolls more than 2,000 years ago, the forest trolls have long been devastated.

With the powerful troops of the tribe today, there is nothing they can do against the solid Silvermoon City, let alone the strength of the Amani tribe.

Once the orcs withdraw, the outcome of this battle is self-evident.

"Hold on..."

Sharlayan is a warrior, and he never likes to think about too complicated things. It is the creed of a warrior to not be afraid of hardships and dangers and to move forward bravely.

A large number of barrages revealed the outcome of the defense of Quel'Thalas, and Sharlayan believed it almost 80% of the time.

Leaving aside how these people predicted the future, the most important thing right now is to inform their superiors of the orc's movements—the acting leader of the Farstrider camp, Halduron Brightwing.

Even without thinking deeply, Sharlayan could guess what happened after the orcs left.

At this moment, the Amani trolls still have the patience to slowly erode Eversong Forest. Once the orcs evacuate, the frustrated Zul'jin will definitely gather all his troops and forcefully attack Silvermoon City.

"The problem is coming."

Sharlayan stroked his messy beard with a headache: "How can I convince Halduron to trust me?"

Sarlayan's question quickly drew a barrage of answers.

"Well... why don't you use the name of Elune to say that you have received divine enlightenment?"

"Catch the cloud player alive!"

"Elune is the **** that the night elves believe in, and the high elves are the descendants of the highborne, and there is no conflict between the night elves and the night elves."

"If you dare to say that you believe in Elune in Quel'Thalas, someone will come to check the water meter the next day!"

"Then Dath Remato Dream?"

"Nonsense, if Sharlayan is the royal family of the Sunstrider, he can use this excuse."

"Although the Deep Shadow family is a hard-core royal party, do you think Halduron will believe that the founding king Das Remato dreamed of a descendant of a retainer who has nothing to do with him?"

Show hands) Then what do you say?"

"Let's keep it simple, and say that it was heard from the refugees who escaped from the northern part of the forest."

"Now that the battle is urgent, it is impossible for Halduron to pick up the source of the news."

"As long as the subsequent developments do not deviate, who will care about where this news comes from after the war."

The straight-tempered Sarlayan didn't bother to think too much, and simply decided to adopt this barrage's suggestion.

However, Halduron, who had been busy all day, finally took a break and was leaning against the wall to sleep lightly.

Sharlayan thought about it, and decided to wait until he woke up before telling him the news.

"Speaking of which, Halduron is not easy."

Sharlayan became acquainted with Halduron at an early age, thanks to his father Julian Deepshadow, who joined the Farstriders.

In his impression, the No. 2 character of the Far Traveler is very adaptable to the slow-paced life of the high elves. Most of the time he looks lazy, and he will never work if he can touch fish. Therefore, he is often blamed by Alleria.

Having said that, Halduron is considered hard-working compared with the pleasure-loving nobles of Silvermoon City.

From Liadrin, one can see some shadows of the aristocratic atmosphere of Silvermoon City.

Years of peace have made them accustomed to a life of drunkenness and dreams.

This time, if it wasn't for the army of orcs coming to the city, those nobles whose bodies and wills had been corrupted by wine, **** and tricks would not have been so united in assisting the Sun King to fight against the enemy with all their strength.

Seeing someone mentioning his slovenly appearance on the bullet screen, Salayan's heart moved.

As a half-elf, Sharlayan was discriminated against by the pure-blood elves around him since he was a child, and some people who had a strong desire to express themselves would take the lead in crowding out and bullying him.

When he was a child, Sharlayan thought he had done something wrong, and asked his father why he was crying.

To this day, Sharlayan still remembers his father's stubborn expression mixed with guilt.

In the end, Julian didn't say anything, but hugged Salayan earnestly, telling him to learn to be strong and not to be patient blindly.

As time went by, Sharlayan found that retreating could not dispel the malice in those people's hearts. Encouraged by his father, UUReading Book www.uukanshu.com, he began to try to fight back.

Anyone who dared to provoke was violently beaten by Sharlayan with his fists.

One of the reasons why Julian moved to the manor in the south of Eversong Forest was that Sharlayan had offended too many powerful descendants, and the Deep Shadow family began to lose their grip.

The high elves of Silvermoon City pride themselves on being noble and elegant, and despise their compatriots who behave badly.

Sharlayan, who grew up to be rebellious, scoffed at their so-called elegance and nobility. It was nothing more than a good living condition, and they were too bored to put on airs.

Do you like to pretend to be elegant?

Okay, I did the opposite, no matter how rude it was, it made you uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Based on this idea, Sharlayan chose the warrior that the high elves despise most as the main combat class.

Julian didn't say much about his choice, and even used his connections to help his son find a famous teacher from the Royalist faction to teach him.

It was also at that time that Sharlayan began to grow a beard, and deliberately left it unkempt, looking unkempt and sloppy.

Years passed, and Sharlayan had already gotten used to the feeling of fur on his face. Regardless of the barrage, he almost forgot that he still had a messy beard.

As he grew older, under the guidance of his father and mentor, as well as the enlightenment of his friends, Sharlayan's mentality gradually matured, and he was no longer as extreme as he was in the early years.

Looking back now, those naive thoughts of his during the rebellious period are really ridiculous.

"If you want to win the respect of others, it's useless to rely on being different..."

There was still some time before Halduron woke up, Sharlayan stroked the thick hair on his face, and made a decision in his heart.

"Now that I've officially come of age, it's time to make some changes."