Ninety-six, a number, a significant number, Benny still remembers very clearly that from the beginning of the establishment of the 'Dawn Light' to the present, they have sacrificed two hundred and seventy-one paladins and two thousand four hundred and forty-nine soldiers, which still does not count the number of people in the original Battle of Lordaeron, in that battle, the population of Lordaeron was directly reduced by half, and the number of people cannot even be counted. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the fragmentation of countless families, Benny couldn't help but think about it----- a sentence from his previous life suddenly popped up in his mind: Great benevolence is not benevolent, and benevolence has no relatives.

He had forgotten where that phrase came from, but he hoped that he would not be the kind of person that would be contrary to his path of Light.

"Zero!" Benny turned in vain.

"Zero has gone to support Foding." Sylvanas stood at her desk at some point, sorting through the messy papers on her desk. "What's wrong?"

"I was about to tell him to come to you." Benny walked over to the desk and helped put the papers back in place one by one, the paper-making technology of this world is still very rough, the paper is also very rough, a book that is not thick in the century is often very heavy, in Benny's opinion, the paper here is very similar to the straw paper he used in the orphanage in his previous life, the color is yellow, the texture is rough.

"It's late now." Sylvanas looked up at the window. "You should rest."

"They're fighting bloodily, how can I sleep." Benny sighed and pulled Sylvanas to sit down at the tea table. "Talk to me." Benny wanted to divert his attention from the battlefield, and he had done everything he could, working with Gavinrad and Tirio to devise the most elaborate plan to send the best of the Dawnlight's forces, leaving the rest to the Light.

"Shall I tell you about the war reports from other places?" Sylvanas poured tea for the two. "Stormwind? Ironforge? Orgrimmar? ”

Benny was stunned.

"Our people already have access to Orgrimmar?"

"Not yet." Sylvanas shook her head. "After all, we are too different in appearance, and most of our intelligence officers can only rely on the caravans of Theramore to enter Orgrimmar, but basically they will not stay for more than three days, and the area where they can move is very limited, but it is not difficult to get some news from the war."

"Speaking of Theramore----- Benny didn't care about Orgrimmar's battle, he had already told the tribe where the weaknesses of the Scourge Floating Fortress were, and the rest had nothing to do with him. "Is there any news from Varian?"

"Yes, our informants have found him." Sylvanas paused. "Gianna Proudmore is dealing with this, and she seems to have found a clue that the former Guardian Egwene is assisting her."

"Where is he now?"

"In the Dust Swamp, but the latest news suggests that he looks like he's heading to Ironforge."

"Really?" Benny picked up his teacup. "Is it almost -----?"

"We'd better forget about it, the informants will take care of it." Sylvanas looked at Benny. "Right?"

"Of course." Benny smiled. "I forgot, let's talk about something else."

"I'm afraid not." Sylvanas pointed out the window, one of the twin moons was gone. "You're still recovering, you need to rest."

"Okay." Benny pretended to be helpless and stood up and slowly stretched.

He walked over to Sylvanas and suddenly bent down and kissed Sylvanas on the cheek.

"Goodnight kiss."

Walked casually to the door, and was grabbed by the collar.

"Hey! Violence is absolutely forbidden! I'm a patient! ”

"Next time-----" The tip of Sylvanas' nose almost touched the tip of Benny's, and Benny could even see the sapphire pupils in the light. "Man."

The cold touch flashed on Benny's lips, and Benny froze in place.

'Kaisha. ’

'I'm here. ’

'What did she just say?' ’

She said, you should be a man next time. ’

"Men?" Benny muttered as he looked at Sylvanas as he came downstairs. "There's a kind of don't go, I told you to know what a real man is!"

"I hear you, father." Isa jumped out of nowhere, helping the streamer's long braids to jump. "Shall I tell my mother?"

"Little girl!" Benny rubbed Issa's head vigorously. "You actually overheard us, when did you come back?"

"Oops! Hair messed up! Isa took a step backwards with her head covered. It's just that I just came back, Aunt Alesa is so bored there, those little dragons are really ~~~ annoying! ”

"She can be your grandmother's grandmother's grandmother." Benny shook his head with a smile, but ----- maybe Issa was a direct descendant of Alexstaza, she was originally rescued from the Dragonthroat Clan, and most of those guys' dragon eggs came from the Red Dragon Lady.

"Alright, go to bed and get some rest." The little guy was there to recharge Benny's seal, and the huge dungeon of light was consumed much faster than expected.

"I'll give you a chance, father." Isa stretched out her little hand and shook it.

"What for?" Benny gave the little guy a blank look.

"Bribe me."

"Hmph, the Light teaches us to put an end to greed!"

"You taught me to fend for myself."

"The Light teaches us to turn away from sin!"

"You taught me how to be improvised."

"Hey, I didn't teach you to use it here!"

"I'm going to sleep with my mother tonight!"

"Hey~~ Wait!"

"Ah~ I'm so sleepy!"

"How much?"

"Two gold coins!"

"Then you'd better tell your mother."

"One?"

"Fifty silver coins!"

"Sixty!"

"Deal!"

"Eh, no, no, you're a skin."

"How can this be considered a reipe?"

“-----”

Sylvanas stood at the corner of the stairs, listening to the noise of father and daughter.

"Your Excellency." The air around Sylvanas distorted, and Zero knelt down and whispered. "It's all set."

The smile on Sylvanas' face vanished.

"Are the guards arranged?"

"There are fifteen secret guards in total, all of them are arranged."

"Let's go." Sylvanas and Zero slowly vanished into thin air.

Benny can't do anything right now, but she can.

Let her fight for Benny, not for Quel'Thalas, not for 'Dawn Light', just for Benedict Smith, that 'small' human who has taken over her entire heart. (To be continued.) )