MTL - Live Streaming: Azeroth-Chapter 4 Sealed beauty

Sharlayan's unrestrained and flamboyant character stood out from the crowd of generally arrogant and restrained high elves.

Sharlayan still remembers the teachings of a certain elder to this day.

"Salayan, you have to remember one thing, people are different."

"It is impossible for us to meet everyone's expectations. According to the character you show, if some people like it, some people will naturally hate it."

"Don't change your nature to cater to the general environment, your life is to live for yourself, boldly show your true side."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't cause a big incident that will break the sky, my sister will do her best to help you clean up your tail."

It was precisely because of the promise made by the same rebellious sister that Salayan completely let go of his hands and feet, and made a great reputation in the southern part of Eversong Forest.

…Of course, these notions are not all positive.

Getting up and returning to his bed, Sharlayan began to rummage through his luggage.

After a while, he took out a short knife wrapped in a leather sheath from his bag.

This was a commemorative gift given to him by the sister who let go of her rhetoric and led the team to leave Quel'Thalas.

The short knife was made by herself from the materials collected by herself. From the scabbard, the blade body to the handle, they were all taken from the Magic Spring Lynx in the Eversong Forest. A total of two were made.

One of them was given to her own brother, and the other was handed over to Sharlayan.

"呵~"

Since the blade is not made of metal, but polished with magic lynx fangs, there is very little movement when it is unsheathed.

Under the incomprehensible gaze of a large number of people from other worlds, Sharlayan reversed the blade and began to use this extraordinary short knife...to shave his beard.

"???"

"Such a long narration of feelings has been explained in vain. I thought you would stage a touching scene of seeing things and thinking about people, but I didn't expect..."

"That's not the point, well, I seem to have guessed who that rebellious sister is."

"Coincidentally, I also have some ideas."

"The Riddler get out of Azeroth, I will announce the answer! Alleria Windrunner."

Sharlayan paused for a moment as he swung the knife.

'These people... really know the people and things of Azeroth. '

‘It’s not true that everyone is a prophet who can predict the future, right? '

After a period of trying, Sarlayan roughly figured out how to use the live broadcast system connecting the two worlds.

He doesn't need to communicate through words and barrage, as long as he has an idea in his heart, he can convey it naturally.

The previous memory was presented to the alien who sent the barrage in the form of narration.

Conversely, if Sarlayan has something he does not want to see in the barrage, he can also actively block the screen, so that he will not be stared at by thousands of eyes when solving personal hygiene problems.

Shaving with a sharp short knife is a technical job, and a little carelessness will leave a wound on the face.

Sharlayan, who was engrossed, didn't notice that as the beard on his face fell off, the atmosphere of the bullet chat, which was originally quite serious, gradually changed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Handsome little elf giegie! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"What the hell? The atmosphere suddenly started to feel wrong."

"The rice circle is coming?"

After shaving off the savagely growing messy beard, Sharlayan's appearance was finally fully presented in front of everyone.

The high elves have a unique advantage in appearance. The average appearance of the whole family is far higher than that of the mainstream human race in the Eastern Kingdom, let alone the short dwarves and gnomes.

In the sour comments of some humans in Azeroth, the appearance of high elf males is more feminine and less masculine.

This is a fact.

Because of their overly handsome appearance and self-proclaimed elegant style, most high elf men despise rough muscular sticks and always maintain a well-proportioned figure.

Quel'Thalas seldom has the kind of body that can easily attract the **** of the opposite sex.

Unfortunately, Sharlayan was one of them.

Sharlayan is not a ranger who relies on flexibility to survive, nor is he a mage who can resist damage with a magic shield and dodge around.

As a warrior who charges forward and absorbs damage, he cannot do without a good body.

Taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, Sharlayan has never relaxed his strength training, and wearing heavy armor can guarantee sufficient mobility.

Considering the complex terrain and environment of Eversong Forest, wearing heavy plate armor to move in the forest is basically a living target.

Under the compromise, Sharlayan adopted the advice of his mentor and chose the lock armor that was both defensive and flexible.

Due to his own personality, Sharlayan's facial features are also handsome, but his temperament is a bit tougher than that of ordinary male elves.

After taking off the armor, the thin shirt couldn't hide his graceful muscles. The combination of good looks and good figure attracted a lot of shouts from women from different worlds.

Sharlayan: "?"

Putting down the knife that completed the shaving mission, Salayan touched his smooth chin with some discomfort.

"You guys, have you never seen a good-looking man?"

The barrage is another round of big explosions visible to the naked eye, and the main vocalists this time are women...probably.

The content... is indescribable.

Just as Sharlayan was trying to learn more about the future of Azeroth through the interaction with the barrage, the night ranger on the second floor of the camp suddenly let out a suppressed low cry.

"There is a situation!"

Sharlayan's originally calm eyes suddenly became sharp, and the piercing eyes affected people who were watching in another world, and the number of bullet screens suddenly became rare.

"Wow!"

Putting on the dismantled mail armor as quickly as possible, Sharlayan lifted the two-handed sword on the weapon rack, and strode towards the awakened Halduron.

As a veteran ranger, Halduron is very agile.

He stepped on the outer wall of the camp twice before easily jumping up to the second floor. Under the guidance of the night watchman, he opened his eagle eyes and looked into the distance.

Hawkeye is an important investigative skill that every ranger must master.

Sharlayan did not specialize in the ranger arts, as evidenced by only a ranger level of 5.

But Hawkeye, a reconnaissance skill that can be used by all professions, will definitely not lose you if you learn it.

In the state of war, the fighters in the Farstrider camp all slept very lightly, and the slightest disturbance would wake everyone up.

In just a few minutes of commotion, the fighters of the various ministries of the Far Traveler were ready to face the battle. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Sharlayan is not as flamboyant as Halduron, he came to the second floor through the spiral staircase.

"Hawkeye, open."

There was a slight pain in both eyes, and Sharlayan's eyesight was greatly enhanced, and he was able to capture abnormalities that ordinary people could not find in the silent forest at night.

Someone must have passed under those trembling blades, but if you look closely, you can't see any more details.

"Troll, it really started to move."

Halduron's expression was serious, and he winked at his adjutant, who immediately understood and jumped downstairs to organize defense.

Forest trolls, like high elves, are good at fighting in the forest, and they are very proficient in similar concealment methods in the forest.

Halduron waited impatiently, and when he saw that the adjutant's preparations were finished, he immediately let go of his voice and shouted.

"Flare, launch!"

"Whew~"

A dozen beams of bright fireworks were shot into the air by the rangers, and the Amani trolls stalking and approaching in the forest finally had nowhere to hide.

"attack!"

The troll shield guard who rushed out of the forest first was exposed to the eyes of the high elves.

Without Halduron's special order, the rangers had already replaced the rockets specially aimed at wooden shields, and a round of volleys stopped the troll vanguard's charging momentum.

"It's not right."

While drawing his bow and shooting arrows, Halduron spared some energy to observe the movements of the troll.

"The number is too small, at least 60% less than in the daytime. They shouldn't have that many wounded, right?"

Sharlayan, who was about to jump down to join the battle, changed his expression when he heard the words. He suddenly thought of the development of the battle of Quel'Thalas mentioned in the barrage.

"Could it be..."