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Impulsivity is not the exclusive specialty of young people, but it is true that young people are more likely to act impulsively than those of the older generation with rich experience.

Sharlayan is very optimistic about Yrel's energetic drive, and appreciates her swift and decisive style of action.

But... Sometimes being impulsive is not a good thing.

Under Sharlayan's stop, Melinthra and Jaina didn't make a move to rescue Yrel who was stuck in the mud, and Onyxia was even more happy to watch the show from the sidelines.

Sharlayan couldn't help raising his hand to his forehead: "Miss Yrel, are you acting in a comedy show?"

"What about the brain! The Lightning Thunder Elephant is your exclusive summon as a Draenei paladin. What should you do if the summon is trapped? You don't need me to teach you?"

"Ah..."

Yrel was just flustered because he suddenly encountered something he didn't understand, and he didn't turn his head around for a while. After hearing Sharlayan's reminder, he immediately figured it out.

After standing up from the back of the Holy Lightning Thunder Elephant, she deliberately chose a relatively dry area and jumped out, dispelling the Paladin's mount summoning spell in mid-air.

The Thunder Elephant of Light is a soul-bound mount unique to Draenei paladins, and it has the same positioning as the Holy Light Horse of human paladins and the bright unicorn of high elf paladins.

Essentially, these soulbound mounts are summoned in the form of spirit bodies.

The paladins just used special secret methods to create materialized bodies for these holy souls...that is, the set of special mount armor that looks very gorgeous.

By the way, warlocks can also summon fel steeds through summoning.

But those horses are actually just a kind of demon, and there is no essential difference from the warlock summoning void walkers and imps.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the foothold Yrel chose, and she landed firmly on the open space.

With the previous lessons, Yrel finally has an intuitive understanding of the special land of the swamp.

When Yrel was active in Draenor, the Zangarmarsh had not yet appeared, and the hoof girl had never seen what a swamp looked like.

But now she knows.

"Troublesome environment."

Yrel squatted on the ground, and tentatively dipped the branch that had been broken from the side of the road into the mud. The inexplicable suction had been pulling the branch.

Yrel, who still had a bit of embarrassment on his face, suppressed his sense of shame, squeezed out a smile and looked at Sharlayan, whose eyes were about to roll into the sky.

"How did the Broken survive in such a harsh environment? How can I get to that refuge camp as quickly as possible?"

Sharlayan ignored Onyxia, who was laughing loudly, and looked at Melinthra, whose shoulders were shaking from trying to hold back her laughter.

"Your Highness, please arrange for a young dragon to send Yrel there."

"Cough~ no problem."

After finally sorting out her mood, Melinthra, who still had a weird expression, snapped her fingers, and the dream power of a specific frequency quickly spread outward along her fingers.

Watching the red-faced Yrel ride away on the dragon without looking back, Sharlayan patted Onyxia's dragon horn angrily.

"Almost got it."

"What do you choose next? Go deep into the Temple of Atal'Hakkar with me? Or follow Yrel in secret?"

After finally withdrawing her smile, Onyxia jokingly pointed in the direction where Yrel left.

"I'd better act with that girl, I always think she can bring me a lot of fun...Anyway, you shouldn't encounter any danger."

"Okay." Sharlayan shrugged: "Then Jaina and I will enter the temple and flip the table together."

"His Royal Highness Melinsera, the Broken One will be left to you and Oni to take care of."

Merlinsera nodded docilely: "Okay, although the Green Dragon Legion will not attack mortals easily, but if the remnants of the Gurubashi get involved in something that mortals should not touch... then don't blame us for doing it Ruthless."

"Huh~"

Sharlayan smiled meaningfully: "A desperate gambler can put everything on the gambling table with red eyes, so it's best to be careful."

It can be seen from Melinsera's disapproving eyes that although she agreed very simply on the surface, she did not take Salayan's warning to heart.

In her opinion, Gurubashi, who has become a homeless dog, can only rely on Haka the Soul Taker at best.

Due to Sharlayan's previous operation in the Hinterlands, Hakar, who was exiled again, dared not answer the call to enter Azeroth again for at least several years.

After all, he was beaten twice in a short period of time, no matter how stubborn he is, he should learn a lesson... right?

Although Sharlayan also thought that it was unlikely that Hakar would respond to the summoning for the third time, evil gods were the best at making surprises, and he couldn't guarantee that Hakar, who wanted to save face, would suddenly have a seizure in his head.

There is one thing to say, Sharlayan really doesn't want to play Haka anymore.

Even if the same opponents have different strengths, they still fight in the same way, and can no longer play a positive role in promoting his perception of power.

Because it is not easy to refute Melinthra face to face, Salayan winked at Onyxia who was still smiling.

The black dragon princess raised her eyebrows knowingly, and told Salayan to be calm through the soul link, and she would take action when necessary.

Just at this time, Valeera's inspection of the temple in person ended, and she began to ask Sharlayan if she would take action immediately.

"It's time." Sharlayan, whose eyes became sharper, quickly wrote in the reply letter: "Do it!"

After receiving Valeera's signal, the Backlight Blade thieves squatting near the six high platforms shot at the same time without missing a second.

Although Atalai had expected that the enemy would attack the temple sooner or later, they still underestimated Sharlayan's determination to wipe out the grass and roots at once. They did not expect that elite thieves with more than three digits would sneak into the temple first.

Before transcending the realm of mortals, there is a folk saying that makes sense.

The quality is not enough, the quantity is to make up.

Except for the high platform that Valeera was in charge of personally, the manpower in charge of the other five high platforms was evenly distributed, and there were at least 20 elite thieves lurking near each high platform.

Valeera was the last to do it, but the first to finish it.

She teleported to the back of the high-ranking Atalai priest who didn't deserve to have a name, and lightly handed out a knife to penetrate the shield, and smoothly pierced the enemy's heart.

The troll does have a strong self-healing ability, but only if the injured part is not critical.

People die when they are killed.

As long as the brain and heart are destroyed, it is impossible for any troll to continue to survive, at most it can leave a last word with its strong vitality.

Valeera didn't have a chance to leave her last words to the enemy, another dagger that was slashed almost at the same time cut off the enemy's neck the next moment.

The nightmare shields on the High Priest of Atalai looked like paper to Valeera, but in fact these shields were not bad in strength and could block attacks with a certain amount of damage.

But after all, it is only a mortal-level spell, no matter how strong it is, it cannot withstand successive attacks.

The twenty or so thieves started with the most powerful skills they had mastered, and with a burst of smashing, they broke through the shields of the priests in the simplest and most effective way.

As the last high-ranking Atalai priest screamed and drank his hatred, Valeera could clearly feel some changes in the energy flow in the temple.

However, her perception of energy flow is not as keen as her own man, so she can only roughly guess that the protection leading to the core area of ​​the lower floor is most likely lifted.

However, something unexpected happened to Valeera.

The Atalai priest who was killed by the blade of the backlight did not take him away immediately.

To be precise, their bodies were indeed dead, but their souls emerged in a semi-substantial form visible to the naked eye.

These strange wraiths followed ferociously at the last thieves who killed them with a knife.

Some thieves tried to attack the wraith to relieve their colleagues' plight, but all their attacks passed through the body of the wraith, and they themselves were eroded by some strange force.

"What is this?"

Valeera, with a look of surprise on her face, activated the power of space, and stuffed the wraith in front of her into a different dimension that she didn't know where she was. She only used Quelcella to cut off a small piece of ghost wreckage and floated it in her hand to play with.

Sharlayan activated the space beacon on Valeera and teleported directly to Valeera with Jaina.

Taking over the remnant soul from Valeera casually, Sharlayan studied it thoughtfully.

"These things are not ordinary wraiths, but vicious spirits artificially created."

"Within a certain period of time, these wraiths cannot be destroyed by any attack, but as long as a certain period of time passes, they will disappear by themselves."

"This is a very costly method of killing each other, and only cultists who don't treat people as people will use this crooked little trick."