McGonagall's mood was immediately lightened when the first order was confirmed, and it was obviously more difficult to get lost when Connie went to Basti Prison to deliver food than those complicated alleys and various houses.

How can such a big prison and such a door be delivered, right?

"Welcome to the next time." Yabei Mia saw off the last customer and flipped the wooden sign on the door to announce the end of the morning's business.

"So, what should I do?" Connie walked down the stairs with her helmet in her arms, watching everyone busy all morning, but she didn't do anything, although relaxed, it was inevitably a little embarrassing.

"If you're really bored, you can take a bike around the street and get acquainted with the streets." McGonagall looked left and right, fixed her eyes on Anna on the side, and smiled, "Anna, would you like to go out for a walk with Connie?" ”

"Okay." Anna nodded her little head.

"If she gets lost, remember to bring her back." McGonagall took a white rabbit earmuff and put it on Anna's head, whispering.

"Hmm." Anna obediently answered, and followed Connie, who put on her helmet and was fully armed, towards the door.

"Stay safe and don't drop Anna." McGonagall and Connie admonished.

"Don't worry, I'm riding super ......"

"Smack-"

Connie, pushing the bike, stepped on a piece of ice and fell on her back, crushed by the bike.

"Sister Connie, are you okay?" Anna asked anxiously.

"Steady ......," Connie's weak voice came from the ground.

"You dare to laugh at the ugly duckling." McGonagall pouted, removed the bike from Connie's body, and scooped her off the ground.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling poked his head out of the door and glanced at Connie with some disdain.

"Meow has a stumble, it's nothing...... Connie coughed dryly, turned over and got on the bike, then patted the back seat of the rear cooler, and said confidently: "Little Anna, get in the car, my sister will take you for a ride." ”

"I think...... I'm still practicing cooking in the restaurant......" Anna said with some concern.

"Don't worry, there's really no problem." Connie patted her big breasts and reassured, her eyes turned to the ugly duckling standing at the door, her eyes lit up and said, "Why don't we bring this stupid cat with us?" ”

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling's hair stood on end all at once, and it disappeared in the doorway.

"Well~ don't you believe me so much?" Connie said with some disappointment.

Unable to resist Connie's invitation, Anna eventually got on Connie's bike.

"Mr. McGonagall, I am here on the orders of the Lord of the Temple." McGonagall was about to enter the door when a dark shadow quietly appeared beside him, and said in a low voice.

"Come in." McGla opened the door, letting the man in black enter the dining room first, and followed him in.

He had noticed the shadow for a long time, so he asked Anna to go out with Connie to play.

"This is what the hall master asked me to pass on to you." The man in black handed McGonagall a black wooden box half a meter square.

"I'm tired." McGonagall took the box, it was not heavy, it should be full of information, but it seemed that there should be enough of it.

"Farewell." The man in black didn't say much, and the black mist rose and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

McGonagall walked briskly upstairs to the study with the suitcase, which was supposed to be the latest information that Michael and Roland had promised to share with him yesterday.

The history of the Nolan continent and the history of the grievances of various ethnic groups are already clear to McGonagall through the continuous reading of books in the past few months.

But the core information that really gets close to the ruling classes of the various ethnic groups, and the current situation of the various ethnic groups, is not available to Pepsi House, which sells gossip on the roadside.

This information is exactly what McGonagall needs most, and it is also one of the most important chips in this deal.

Going upstairs and closing the study door, McGonagall placed the box on the desk, and as soon as her hand touched the lock, a dark gray light flashed on the surface of the box, and the pale golden light shrouded outside the box dissipated, and the lock clicked open.

Open the box, there are stacks of materials neatly stacked inside, tied with hemp rope in different categories, with the words "Los Empire", "Forest of Wind" and other words, including the City of Chaos, a total of nine materials, not a single force is missing.

"I don't know what kind of sincerity the hall lord and the city lord will give." McGonagall whispered to herself, picking up the Wind Forest information.

Untie the hemp rope and remove the oiled paper at the top, and the first report with the words 'Urgent' written in red letters immediately attracted McGonagall's attention.

"The Night Elves obtained food and grass from unknown sources, and with the quality of the food of the Far Elf Guardians, the guards were in turmoil, and a patrol of thirty people had defected at the same time the night before, voluntarily belonging to the Night Elves. Berg ordered patrols to intensify, and began to assemble his troops in preparation for a second encirclement of the Night Elves.

As for the Forest of Wind, due to the long-term ineffectiveness of the escort, the High Priestess Helena has gathered 5,000 elves, and will set off for the border of the cave tomorrow to join Berg and encircle and suppress the Night Elves together......"

McGonagall put down the urgent report in her hand with a somewhat solemn face, Sargeras just returned to the City of Chaos yesterday, it can be seen that this urgent report should have just arrived, and the sincerity of Michael and Roland is indeed very strong.

The situation of the Night Elves is even worse than McGonagall expected, and it seems that Helena and Berg have agreed that the unstable side of the Night Elves must be completely resolved before the peace talks between the races.

Putting the urgent report aside, McGonagall continued to look through the information of the elves, and soon he turned to an introduction to the current strength of the Night Elves and the Wind Forest.

After a month of rapid expansion, the number of Night Elves is still no more than a thousand people, and most of them are low-strength slave elves with low combat effectiveness.

Most of the elves who rushed to the cave from all over the Nolan continent were intercepted by the elves sent by the Wind Forest halfway, and those who could reach the vicinity of the cave did not have the strength to break through the blockade and join the night elves.

On the other hand, the Wind Forest has sent 10,000 elite escorts to besiege the caves, although there is no terrain advantage, but whether it is high-end combat power or backbone, they are all defeated by the Night Elves, once they make up their minds to attack the caves at any cost, the Night Elves are very likely to be destroyed.

McGonagall pondered for a moment, then continued to look through the elven profile.

This information is very detailed and time-sensitive, the most recent is just sent back last night, and the current situation of the Wind Forest, as well as the grievances and hatreds of the major important people in the elven race, are clearly listed.

"Helena, a damned old woman......" McGonagall whispered to herself, putting down the last piece of paper.