The moment Tulayan appeared, the Ranger General's eyes darkened, but then she sharply questioned her brother-in-law,

"Tulayan, where is my sister?"

Obviously, Sylvanas did not approve of Tulayan's marriage to Aurelia at all, even if she took good care of her nephew Arator, it did not affect her disgust with the human in front of her.

It was he who snatched Aurelia and her sister away from her and Winlessa!

The elves are a bunch of stubborn guys, and Sylvanas's notion only adds to her dislike of Tulayan, of course, not to just draw a knife and cut this guy, but don't expect to have a good face.

And Tulayan's focus is obviously different, probably because he has been missing for too long, and he has become accustomed to facing a group of Eredas, Breakers and Demons, and suddenly saw the same kind from Azeroth, Tulayan didn't react for a while, but soon, he asked,

"You, how did you get to Argus? Azeroth has mastered this technique of interstellar teleportation? or... You were captured, and the Burning Legion attacked Azeroth?"

There was a hint of nervousness on his face that he had never felt before, and his loyalty to Azeroth was unquestionable, and Mavi nodded in response to his inquiry,

"They were invaded, and in the 20th year of the Dark Gate, the Great Demon Akmund led the Burning Legion into Mount Hyjal... But they were eventually routed, Akmund was killed, and we won. ”

"That's good..."

Tulayan breathed a sigh of relief, but Hatton's eyes widened as he stood to the side, and Akmund... It was a thunderous name in Argus, one of the three Argus who, even after the mutiny, was the commander of the demon Ereda.

The name of the Polluter has spread to thousands of worlds, but it is hard to believe that the expedition led by Akmund has failed...

Hatton took a deep breath and pressed this shocking news to the bottom of his heart, no wonder, there has been no news about Akmund in the world of Argus in the past few years, it should still be in the process of resurrection.

But this is just good news for the Crowkun tribe, but it can't change their current situation, especially after the appearance of traitors inside, Hatton's heart is already very anxious, in fact, even if Sylvanas and Mavi don't come, he has to summon the Holy Light Legion, he needs to ask for help, once all the demons stationed in the Crokun Plains are killed together, just relying on the Crokun tribe, it can't be stopped.

But Hatton was very patient, 25,000 years of suffering gave him unimaginable keen senses, and he instinctively felt that to solve the plight of the Krocoon tribe, the breaking point may not be on Archbishop Tulayan, after all, although the Holy Light Legion is strong, they need to fight the Burning Legion in various worlds at the same time, and the forces that can be allocated to Argus are limited.

Whether it is the Markare's ruins or the Antolan wasteland, they need more support than the Crocoon Plains, and this is completely understandable to Hatton.

But just as Tulayan breathed a sigh of relief, Mavi spoke again,

"A year ago, the Burning Legion gathered heavy troops to attack the Draenor Shattered World, this time, although there were no great demons with them, the high-level demons were basically present, and the total number of demon legions reached 20... Yes, we have won again, in the world managers and ... Under Illidan's leadership, we defeated the Burning Legion's invaders head-on, and the First Fleet of Azeroth helped the world of Shakan regain their civilization. ”

Tulayan's mouth has grown, and Hatton on the side is even more dumbfounded, in fact, when he first talked to Mavi, the watcher told him that Azeroth was going to start a war against Argus, but then Hatton simply thought that these outsiders were a little too unscrupulous, but now, after hearing about Azeroth's series of glorious achievements, Hatton immediately realized that what Mavi said before may not be a joke!

The lost light is above... There is a world that dares to take the initiative to hand the sword to the Burning Legion... Are they really chest-chested, or can they fight off the expedition and attack Argus directly?

This is the stronghold of the Burning Legion, and Argus has not been invaded even once in 25,000 years.

Despite his serious suspicions, Hatton still hopes from the bottom of his heart that Azeroth can continue their victory, even if it is just a tug-of-war with the demons of Argus, and the life of the Crocoon tribe will be much better, and it is very promising... Regain some lost ground!

But Tulayan was more concerned about the two people Mavi said, and he frowned,

"Who is the manager of the world? Who's that? I just left... Well... In about 11 years or so, has a new power risen?What is the current situation of King Terenus of Lordaeron?Has the Stormwind Kingdom regained its lost ground?"

"You've got too many questions!"

Tulayan's words were forcefully interrupted by Sylvanas, who looked at Tulayan and stepped forward,

"Take me to my sister! Don't challenge my patience!

"Oh, it should, it should. ”

Tulayan reacted immediately, no matter what, it was definitely a joyful thing for his compatriots from his hometown to appear, and even the exhaustion that took him all over his body dissipated a lot, and he smiled and stretched out his hand to Sylvanas, who was looking at him coldly,

"Then come with me, Aurelia talks about you and Winlessa almost every day..."

Speaking of this, Tulayan's expression took on a hint of sadness, he looked at Sylvanas and asked in a low voice,

"How's Artor doing? Is he in good health?"

Sylvanas glared at him and snorted coldly,

"It's nice that you remember your son... But my nephew Arator doesn't need you to worry, Winlessa and I have already taken him to Quel'Thalas, and he will be the next patriarch of the Windranger family... Yes, thanks to you, the Windranger family will have the first paladin patriarch in thousands of years, and if it weren't for the fact that he has the blood of the Windranger in his veins, and his archery talent is gratifying, it would be a pity. ”

Hearing this voice full of mockery, Tulayan was not angry, he had known the attitude of Aurelia's two sisters towards him a long time ago, not to mention, Sylvanas had brought him the news that he and Aurelia were the only sons, and after hearing that Arator had become a paladin, Tulayan's tense and leader-like face couldn't help but show a hint of relief, and the corners of the eyes of this old warrior who did not succumb to the devil also had a trace of relief that could not be concealed.

Old tears, he took off his gloves, wiped his tears, and then nodded towards Hatton and the others,

"Come with me, let's go to the ruins of Makere, where the Legion of Light is stationed, the Light is watching over us, if you are two days late, we may have to go again. ”

With that, he turned and walked into the portal of the Light, followed by Sylvanas, then the Watchers, and finally Chief Hatton, who, before leaving, summoned a Crocoon Stalker hidden in the shadows, gave him some instructions, and then accepted the Bone Staff from the pursuer's hand and strode into the portal.

The moment Sylvanas walked out of the portal, he saw a landscape that was different from the world of Argus, which was completely wrapped in dark green evil energy, although it was still dilapidated and full of traces of war, but at least there was light here... Yes, warm, bright, almost the same glow as Azeroth.

The light from the stars did not dislike what had happened to Argus, and it continued to faithfully fulfill its mission, even if its light could only shine on less than a tenth of the ground of Argus's world.

But none of this appealed to the restless heart of the Ranger General, until she saw the lonely figure sitting on the edge of the watchtower, with a green hood, a bow and quiver, and a leaf in his hand, blowing out the familiar back of the ballad of Quel'Thalas.

Beneath his green hood, there were two strands of blonde hair that could not be concealed, and there was no leather armor on her left arm, but a green strip of cloth tied to it, which looked very old, and when she saw it, Sylvanas's tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, and she recognized the strip of cloth, which was the last remnant of the cloak that her eldest sister had put on her when she had left the manor.

Aurelia's body is very similar to Sylvanas, the only difference is probably that there is a gorgeous tattoo on the skin of Aurelia's left arm, but it is not a symbol of a bad girl, but a symbol of the patriarch of the Windranger family, which is said to hide the inheritance power of the family...

Her ears swayed gently beyond the green hood, and she heard a voice from behind, and she put down the blade in her hand, shook her hand without looking back, and said gently,

"Tulayan, you're back, how's the Krokun tribe doing?"

No one answered.

"Tulayan, how are you..."

"Bang"

Aurelia stood up against the ruins of the sentry post, and turned her head casually, but the moment she saw the elf standing behind her, who had already cried into tears, and saw the elf's face under the black hood, the wall she was holding with her left hand, the hard bricks were crumpled into powder by the ranger.

She froze there, as if she couldn't believe the loved one in front of her who made her think about it and never forget her midnight dreams, her sister who was connected by blood, the girl who stubbornly refused to obey the orders of the family but had to take up the burden she had thrown behind, the girl who would always follow her to hunt bobcats in the Eternal Song Forest of Quel'Salas and play with the dragon eagles.

She's grown up... She had become more mature and poised than before, more like a member of the Windranger family.

Aurelia didn't dare to make the slightest move, she was afraid of all this, it was just a beautiful dream she had when she was resting, she had this dream countless times, she looked at her husband who was standing next to her, Tulayan smiled at her gently, tilted his head, and nodded again.

At this moment, tears filled Aurelia's eyes, and she reached out to Sylvanas with teary eyes, the hands that never trembled when holding the war bow, and at this moment, the trembling could not be concealed.

"Khiva... Is that you?"

Hearing this haunting voice, Sylvanas's body flashed, and the whole person threw herself into Aurelia's arms, and the eldest daughter of the Windrunner also hugged her sister to death, as if she was not helping a certain person, but the most precious treasure of her life.

"Sister... Sister, I'm finally... I've finally found you! I miss you so much... We miss you so much..."

Tulayan watched his wife and sisters reunited, the eyes of this real tough guy were also a little sour, he turned sideways, looked at the sun-drenched Makere ruins, and in vain pieced together in his heart about what his son looked like now, when he left, Altora was still a child, and the growth cycle of the half-elf was almost the same as that of humans, that is, the current Altora had grown up.

His son, who has grown up.

A left hand with an iron hand reached out to Tulayan and tapped his armor, and the paladin turned around to see Nasha, wearing a mask, handing him a golden pendant.

"This is a gift from Mr. Dick, General Tulayan, and you will love it. ”

Tulayan took the pocket watch, then gently opened it, and when he saw the magic image in the pocket watch, the tears of the tough guy finally broke through the barrier in his eyes.

In his hand, he held Artola, dressed in Judgment Armor, shooting arrows at the Windranger Manor in Quel'Thalas, and he looked at his son, with his handsome, manly face, 6 points like him, and 4 points inherited Aurelia's blood.

"This is my son... My Altola..."

Tulayan imprinted the pocket watch on his armor, where his heart was, and at this moment, the Tulayan couple, the wanderers who had been away from their homeland for decades, their hesitation was completely filled.

And at this moment, at the highest peak of distant Azeroth, Dick stood in the Hall of the Star Dome, looking up at the mysterious and complex stars, in front of his eyes, the sword-shaped crystal, the heart of holy light suspended in the air, and the two seemed to be engaged in a dialogue.

"Algalon... Go to the Argus field for me once, and pick up 3 people back... Hopefully, Aurelia hasn't met yet... Ay... Go for it, as fast as you can!"