MTL - Live Streaming: Azeroth-Chapter 59 Blood Awakening

Although the lifting of the tree of life Sas'ara has ended, Salayan's soul has not yet fully returned to his body.

His consciousness was floating in a quiet and wide space, and he didn't hear Valeera's call at all.

There are no living creatures other than Sharlayan in this space, and the dark environment is dotted with twinkling stars.

"where is this place?"

Sharlayan looked around in surprise, as if he was floating in the clear night sky, surrounded by a large number of stars shining with halos.

Before Sharlayan realized it carefully, his consciousness was squeezed out of this space without warning, and returned to his body.

"hiss!"

The burning pain all over his body still did not dissipate, and a tough guy like Salayan couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

He felt as if the mail armor he bought in Taquilin not long ago had grown into his flesh.

This is indeed the case, because of the high temperature burning from the inside out, a part of Sharlayan's flesh has already stuck to the armor.

"Hey! It looks like it's in pain, what should I do?"

"What else can I do? Azeroth's medical technology has not yet developed a surgical operation, so I can only forcibly tear it off...Although I don't have the courage to ask myself."

Valeera also saw Sharlayan's tragic situation clearly, and was circling back and forth in a hurry.

"Get out of the way! I'll take a look."

A somewhat cold and arrogant voice came from behind Valeera, and the bewildered Miss Squirrel subconsciously got out of the way, and only realized something was wrong after she made a movement.

"you…"

Subconsciously wanted to get angry, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, Valeera forcibly suppressed her anger, and lowered her posture and asked, "Can you help him strip off his armor?"

"Disaster."

After checking Sharlayan's condition, Cirvanas frowned.

A part of the mail armor is completely attached to the body, and it is basically impossible to solve the problem without injury.

"Wait, I'll call the chaplain."

When Cirvanas turned his head and started calling for someone, Sharlayan, who was gradually recovering, stood up from a half-squatting position, gritted his teeth and put his hand on one of the sticky nails.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! No way? Could it be that he wants to..."

"I dare not look at it!"

"Brother Sa is a man! Iron-blooded man!"

"Pfft~ Why do I want to laugh when I see this sentence?"

"Don't talk nonsense at this time! Something big is going to happen!"

Sharlayan ignored the barrage of riots, and winked at Valeera, who had developed a tacit understanding with him since childhood.

Valeera's pretty cheeks twitched, and she instantly understood what Sharlayan meant.

"Really want to do this?"

"Don't smudge, do it!"

Valeera was very clear about Sharlayan's temper, and once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

"Okay, bear with it."

Pulling out the unpoisoned dagger from the sheath, Valeera carefully placed the sharp blade against the joint between the armor plate and the flesh.

"Bah!"

When Valeera made up her mind to cut the flesh as close to the armor as possible, Sharlayan followed Valeera's action and began to exert force.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Amidst a burst of shouts that could be recognized as a stench by the barrage, Sharlayan forcibly tore off the flesh that was stuck to the armor.

His actions not only startled Cirvanas who had just run over with the chaplain, but also stunned the high elves who watched the whole process.

"...Do you dare to tear your own flesh and blood?"

"Are you kidding? Why don't you try."

"Good guy, are you so cruel to yourself?"

"People who are ruthless to themselves must be more ruthless to their enemies. I don't want to be his enemy."

With the cooperation of Valeera, who was suppressing her anxiety, Sharlayan, whose forehead was full of cold sweat, tore off all the armor pieces embedded in his flesh one after another.

Something that surprised Valeera happened. Some kind of emerald green energy emerged near the **** wounds on Sharlayan's body, and the wounds that were still bleeding quickly scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Being forcibly infused with natural energy gave Sharlayan a lot of benefits, and also suffered a lot because of it.

Character: Sharlayan Deepshadow

Race: High Elf (hybrid)

Status: moderate burn (healed)

Combat class: 23rd-level fighter, 5th-level ranger (special occupation), 1st-level druid

Talent: Natural Affinity, Endless Fighting Will, Dragon Bloodline

Skills: Charge, Battle Cry, Heroic Leap, Overpower, Hawkeye, Super Regeneration (talent skill)

The high-speed healing in the talent skill has evolved into super-speed regeneration, and the wound healing speed is faster than before.

But this is not the point, the point is that the mystery of the OO blood that was coded before has finally been unveiled.

At this time, the barrage also began to discuss heatedly.

"The talent is finally unlocked! But why is it unlocked once?"

"If there is one, there are two. It seems that Sharlayan still has a long way to go in the future."

"Now the shotgun has been changed. Not only has the self-healing ability been greatly improved, but the physical fitness bonus granted by the dragon's blood has also been officially activated."

"Sharlayan is considered a panel fraud. Although he is only a level 23 fighter who has not obtained the elite template, he has the blood of the dragon race as a base, and enemies of the same level cannot beat him at all."

"Okay, it's my favorite part of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger again."

After Sharlayan's wounds were almost healed, Cirvanas hurried over with the chaplain.

The team leader was also an acquaintance of Sharlayan, the female priest Liadrin who had been trapped in the Farstrider camp before.

"you…"

Liadrin looked at Sharlayan's many healed scars speechlessly.

"Is this trying to steal our pastor's job? You can't really be a descendant of trolls, can you?"

Leaning angrily at Liadrin, who was in a joking mood, Sharlayan took off the tattered armor and inner lining, and took out a set of spare leather armor from the space package and put it on.

"Don't be poor... By the way, why didn't you return to Silvermoon City, and became the leader of the chaplain?"

Liadrin spread her hands with a wry smile: "It's hard to explain in one word~www.novelbuddy.com~ Simply put, this is a topic assigned by my tutor."

While chatting and laughing, Liadrin quickly bandaged Sharlayan's wound that was no longer bleeding.

Cirvanas turned around Valeera and Liadrin with some playful eyes.

"Salayan, you know quite a few beauties."

"Here~ Here's another one."

Cirvanas smiled lightly and stepped aside, gesturing behind her.

Lailas, who could only stare at the periphery before, finally got permission, and rushed over with the helpless third sister, Vereesa.

Sharlayan ignored Sylvanas' joke and patted Lylas on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, and this time it's a blessing in disguise."

Straightening his face, Sharlayan bowed his head and apologized to Cirvanas sternly: "I'm sorry, because of personal matters that delayed your marching plan."

"I'm fine, let's go on."

Cirvanas looked at the bandaged wounds on Sharlayan's body meaningfully.

"That's right, business is important, about your special physique...we will discuss it privately when we have time."

"Lor'themar, the whole army sets out!"

"Yes."

When the heroic second sister led the army, Vereesa looked at Salayan with a strange expression.

"Your self-healing ability is getting more and more outrageous. No wonder that research madman Melia will ask you for blood again and again."

Sharlayan shook his head helplessly: "Let's not talk about my personal problems, let's keep up with the big troops. This trip is going to Lordaeron, and we still have a long way to go."