In the Titan Tree House of the Baron's Mansion, the glorious Baron Wood sat on the delicate green wood chair behind his desk with a heavy expression, and he looked east and west from time to time, looking unrelenting. The dreary air forced him to pick up the stacked planks on the desk and read them in a paragraph, or not read them at all, but just picked them up and sat quietly on the Aoki chair; Then he threw the same planks in the place where they were supposed to be, and rose from the Aoki chair, and paced back and forth in the baron's mansion with a frowning golden brow, as if a whole package of things came to mind at the same time; In the end, he simply pushed open the window and looked at the snow outside the mansion, his mood even the ring on his index finger - 'Sheffield's breath' seemed to be sensed, his emerald green light no longer flickered, and even 'Sheffield's breath' was as dim as his mood.

"Squire, hey! Squire Settalman! He shouted to his old servant again, "Why is this old fellow so inactive today!" Hurry up to the treehouse, I have something to ask you!" ”

"Yes, young master, I'm already walking fast!" The gray-haired old wooden elf servant hurriedly "ran" out of the cabin next to the big treehouse, and then climbed the wooden stairs leading to the baron's mansion as fast as he could, and appeared at Wood's door, "Sir, what else do you send?" ”

"Old man, what time is it now?" Wood cared about time, as if today's time was a thousand times more important than usual, "I want to know the exact time now!" ”

"Young master, didn't you just ask the old slave a moment ago?" The old wood elf stood respectfully at the glorious baron's desk, "It's a quarter and a half past a quarter of the evening. ”

"Hey," Wood looked frustrated, he thought that the Einsatzgruppen team, which was more powerful than a Wood Elf infantry squadron, should have returned a long time ago, "Isn't there any news of our Einsatzgruppen at the Sheffield Green Camp at this time?" ”

"Yes, young master," Squire Setarman spread his hands slightly, "and no soldiers or associates have come from the camp to inform you about the Einsatzgruppen at this moment. ”

"Squire Setalman." Wood paused slightly, tapped his head thoughtfully with his index finger, and seemed to have a vague sense that the Einsatzgruppen might be in unforeseen trouble, Wood pointed to Squire Setarman and ordered, "If there are people from the camp who come to report the news, tell them to report to me directly." Also, order all Wood Elf Border Patrol officers and soldiers to put on combat alert. ”

"Yes, sir, I will proceed immediately to issue your orders." Squire Setarman nodded to his young master, but he would not leave until he received an affirmative answer from his young master.

Wood's brow tightened, pondering all the possibilities of what had happened to the Einsatzgruppen he had sent. He suddenly raised his head and asked his old servant, Squire Setalman, "Wait, Squire Setalman, my heart is surprisingly messed up right now, I need you to talk to me, I have something I want to ask you." ”

"If I have anything I can answer for you, I will try my best to answer it, young master." Squire Setarman nodded respectfully.

"How many summers and winters have it been since my father asked you to serve me?" Wood's questioning didn't show any smile.

"Young Master, this question is not difficult for me, although I am old, my mind is not confused at all, your growth is more important to me than the growth of my own children, in the current time, I have been serving you for a full 25 summers and winters. Time flies so fast, it's been 30 years since I left Unocal's royal forbidden army. Squire Setalman seems to be immersed in memories of the past.

"I also want to ask you about some of your experience in the military during your time as the forbidden army of the royal city." Wood eagerly added this sentence, "You shouldn't have forgotten about the military conquest." ”

"Oh, of course. I am pleased to serve as your temporary advisor in this regard, young master. Squire Setalman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he spoke slowly, "If my legs and feet weren't crippled, I would still be able to pick up a scimitar and fight!" I'm no worse than those boys! You know, young master, I, who used to be the former king's guard, have also experienced a lot of battles, the suppression of the rebellion of Snowddown in the southern land of Erwinia, the sweeping of the rebellion in the royal city of Unocal, and of course, I am very familiar with the border town of Sheffield. Until I blocked that knife for the first king, my leg fell disabled, and it was absolutely right for most of my life. ”

"Thank you for all you have done for us Wood Elf Royalty, Squire Setalman, I now think I'm in trouble." Wood's frown stretched slightly, "The Wood Elf Einsatzgruppen's combat style—you used to be the captain of my father's court guard—you should be familiar with it, right?" ”

"Of course, young master. The Wood Elf Einsatzgruppen was established during the time of Maharaja Collin. They are a sharp Wood Elf scimitar in the armies of an important town in Erwinia or a forest city. Squire Setarman confidently answered Wood's question, "The members of the Wood Elf Special Task Force will go through layers of selection and elimination in the training camp, and finally when they complete the rigorous training, each of them is already the best among the Wood Elf warriors. ”

"Moreover, they are qualified to become nobles only if they have meritorious deeds." Wood's shadow came to Tear's mind, "Actually, I want to confirm some of my guesses, under what circumstances will the Wood Elf Special Operations Team exceed the time limit for completing the mission?" ”

"Oh, the Wood Elf Special Operations Team almost never completes a mission beyond the estimated time limit, I only know that there have only been two accidents in the history of our Elwinian Wood Elves, which caused the members of the Wood Elf Special Operations Team to exceed the time limit for completing the mission." Squire Setalman still knew the affairs of the army as well as he had thirty years ago, "One happened in the year 438 of the Talk Continental Calendar, during the reign of Collin Maharaja, the team sent to Hawk Hill to assassinate the 'King of the Mountain People' was betrayed by members sympathetic to the Hawk Mountain People, and fell into the trick of the 'King of the Mountain People' on the mountainside of Mount Hawke, and all but the mutineers of the Einsatzgruppen were killed. The other happened when I was the captain of the court guard, and it was also the most memorable day of my life, the unocal King City Wood Elf Special Task Force was instigated by the conspiracy to assassinate the former king of the micro-service patrol under the conspiracy of the courtiers, and these soldiers of the Wood Elf special task force were unaware of the felony they committed to attempt to kill the king. Realizing the grave mistake they had made, the Wood Elf soldiers turned their blades around and eliminated the masterminds behind the incident. For their masterminds, the members of the Wood Elf Einsatzgruppen not only exceeded the time limit to complete their mission, but also turned against them and caught them all. In addition, the Wood Elf Einsatzgruppen has always acted simply, and although they are not as good as the spies on secret missions around the king, they will never drag their feet. ”

"So Squire Setarman, your words make my heart beat even more, and I think I'm even more uneasy now. What's that called? Extremely uneasy. Do you know how your heart feels up? Wood's lips twitched slightly, "The Wood Elf task force that Team Legral has commissioned me may have run into unforeseen trouble. Maybe you know what I mean by that – I don't want to say that situation. ”

"Young Master, I can only guess like this, if our elite hadn't encountered unforeseen trouble, they must have been back for a long time." Squire Setarman nodded silently, "As a veteran warrior in the past, if you look at the worst-case scenario, I think the situation of this elite team is basically the same as your guess, young master. ”

"Did they just fall into the goblin's ambush for no apparent reason? Or a large number of enemy attacks in the Shadowlands? Wood frowned again, and he kept muttering, "It's unlikely, and the eagles of Green Mountain haven't come to report the goblin invasion and the shadowlands too much." In addition to the successive disappearances of scouts in the village of Tu'an in recent months. ”

"Young master, no matter how sharp the eyes of the giant eagle are, there will always be a time to nap. Military service is inherently an adventure of life. Squire Settalman tried to comfort the frowning Wood, "Maybe we're thinking too badly about the luck of this team, they may be on their way back, and these guys are not the seasoned and punctual Wood Elf Rangers." Ah, young master, I remembered something that I almost forgot to report to you. I just received a piece of information from the city of Entre that we sent from our eyeliner in Entre. ”

"That means the communication road down Hawke Hill to the Lindisfaq River is all in order." Wood tried to convince his anxious heart, "Maybe they're as inexperienced as you say, and they're still on their way home." Anyway, I should be back at this time. ”

"Maybe it's still the young master's words, it's still on the way home. As for the Lynns' kingdom of Rinston, our eyeliner sent someone to report that a civil war had broken out in the kingdom of Lynston again," Squire Setarman digressed, "The Earl of Jarfen has made public his claim and ownership of the title of Earl of Entle, and His Excellency Walker Eastterm, Earl of Jarfin, has declared war on His Excellency Hunter Entleschnet, Earl of Entle, 10 days ago. Squire Setalman took a roll of parchment from his waist and presented it to his young master, Baron Wood.

"To hell with this damn news! May the forests of Forrester forever curse these abominable wars, and I don't have time to care about their Trians now! Distraught, Wood tossed the parchment on the stack of planks on the desk, waving his hand impatiently for his old servant, Squire Setarman, to step aside. What he was most concerned about now was the Wood Elf Rangers that he had put a lot of effort into training, and of course, the safety of Teucer, who had a good personal relationship. Wood is not interested in the disputes of the lords of the Lynston Kingdom of the Trians, who are more than 700 miles away from his territory, and for Wood, the disputes between the lords of the Trian Kingdom are like the Wood Elves eat the Wood Elves dumplings or El Tora Fruit every day.

"Wait, Squire Setarman. Remember what I just told you? Wood stopped the old servant who was about to leave.

"Remember, young master. If there are people from the camp who come to report the news, ask them to report directly to you, young master. The second is to order all the officers and soldiers of your Wood Elf Border Patrol to put them on combat alert. Squire Settalman recited Wood's previous instructions in a coherent manner before turning and walking out of the baron's mansion.

"Brother!" A tactful and coquettish voice came from the steps of the attic of the treehouse, Wood had no time to put away his embarrassed expression, and Evenna, who was as delicate as a pear blossom with rain, had already walked quickly in front of him, and the slender jade hands had already grabbed Wood's neckline, "I've heard everything, brother, I need you to tell me the truth—your poor sister, is Mr. Teucer in that team?" ”

Panicked, Wood chose to remain silent, he just froze in place.

"Brother, please tell me! Is my dear Mr. Teucer in that team, the Einsatzgruppen? Avanna's tears were already rolling in her eyes. Wood felt Avanna's hands tremble, "Tell me, none of this is true. ”

"I'm sorry, Avenna. My dear sister, Mr. Tork is indeed in the Einsatzgruppen I have sent. After a long moment of silence, Wood finally confided in her sister the truth, and Avenna turned and ran out of the Titan Treehouse, and Avenna's cries seemed to fill the woods of Sheffield.

"Damn it!" Wood's face turned red, and even his eyes became red and swollen, and he stumbled to the Aoki chair with his desk propped up, and sat down trembling with his ass, "It's over." ”