Winter in Hillbride is full of war.

Quel'Salas, there is no winter.

Under the magical radiation of the Sun Well, the Yongge Forest has only three seasons: spring, summer and autumn.

And Silvermoon City is always spring.

As a magician, Darkan had no idea that His Majesty Anastarian, the Sun King, would entrust the duties of Overseer to himself.

"I miss the cold wind, this Silver Moon City is too luxurious, I really hope the wind from the north can blow here."

Darkan raised his hand and cast a little trick on himself, and a cool breeze blew through the noodles, making him shiver pleasantly.

As a radical, Darkan is furious.

As a mage-scholar, Darkan is sane.

Between anger and reason, Darkan has a psychological **, a sense of curiosity and dissatisfaction that can never be quelled. This made Darkan want to do something, very much to do something, anything, as long as it could remove the rotten smell of this glorious city.

As the Violet Castle that surpasses the so-called heaven and earth of the Dalaran Kingdom, the real magic city of Silver Moon City, it is naturally impossible for there to be any corrupt aura. On the contrary, the fragrance of various plants permeates the streets, even the toilets.

Darkan's sense of decay refers to the political decay of Quel'Salas.

As a beneficiary of the parliamentary system, Darkan's status as a parliamentarian gave him ample power and benefits.

But Darkan despised and even hated the system.

Look at these lazy people, look at these arrogant and lascivious nobles, look at the Queldore elves lying on the tombstones of their ancestors and enjoy them, this is not the life that Darkan expects, this is not the Quel'Salas that Darkan ideals.

It can be said that the current Quel'Salas. Only three Quirdore elves are genuinely revered by Darkan.

The first one is Aurelia. Windranger, the lone warrior who fulfills almost all of Darkan's fantasies about himself. When everyone hesitated about the damage of the Great Enchantment, only this hero Dugu was on the front line of fighting, the incomprehensible battle was on the front line, and the successful battle was on the front line.

Darkan often fantasizes that he is Aurelia. How refreshing it must be to travel through the jungle at a galloping speed, harvesting the lives of the enemy. It's a pity that Darkan, as a mage, has good fighting skills, but he has never really fought with his opponents, and he has always been a mage.

The second is Anastarian. Sunstrider, King of Quel'Thalas. The ruler of the Queldore Elves, owner of Silvermoon City, is the man known as the Sun King.

Darkan is really understanding Anastarian. From the Sun King's point of view, Darkan thinks his king has done a good enough job. The greed of the nobles, the constraints of the parliament, everything made it difficult for the king, and even such a small matter as sending troops would cause the noble mages and councillors to quarrel for a long time. This Quel'Salas is a pill!

Although Anastarian's stage has also been demolished, Darkan is satisfied with the Sun King. It's convincing.

The third is the late queen, the woman who has been reconciling the contradictions within the kingdom all her life, gave her everything she has now, but until her death, the atmosphere of Silvermoon City has not been reversed by half a point.

It can even be said that Darkan is extreme. It is usually due to the queen.

Why is it so difficult to want a harmonious, equal, and progressive kingdom of Quel'Thalas!

Why is it so hard to prove that we are better than Cadore

Why is it so hard to change the world!

Why is it so hard to want to do something!

None of Darkan's proposals to cut aristocratic offerings, pay taxes for the whole people, expand the range of births, and accept half-elves as legal citizens of Quel'Thalas have not passed for two hundred years. None of Darkan's heartfelt proposals passed.

This made this reformer who was interested in reforming the elven society of Queldore couldn't help but be a little resentful and disheartened.

But Darkan is not a person who is discouraged by friendship, in front of outsiders, he is still the gentle and elegant archmage, the councillor of Silvermoon City, Darkan.

Walking through the streets of Silvermoon City, Darkan never used transportation tools or teleportation spells inside Silvermoon City. Because his magical studies and political life had already consumed too much of his time, Darkan could only feel the breath of life from the limited time he had to walk.

Even though it's decaying, I still love this city!

Looking at this glorious city, Darkan smiled and returned the salute to all the pedestrians who greeted him.

Although the reason for those people's compliments was because of the dress that represented their status, not because of him Darkan himself.

When Darkan returned to his residence after more than half an hour, Hadurun. Mingyi had been waiting for him in the living room for a while.

Glancing at the rest of the tea in Hadurun's cup, Darkan could roughly tell how long the guest had been waiting.

"I beg your pardon, Your Excellency, you know my habit of walking."

Darkan bowed slightly, then sat down across from Hadurun.

"It's okay, I didn't wait long."

Haduron nodded, placing the teacup on the table.

"Your Excellency General, I don't know what you are looking for me?"

Darkan knowingly asked, but he became increasingly dissatisfied with the bureaucrats of Silvermoon City, and if Haduron had come to intercede for someone for his own errand, Darkan decided to drive them out.

If his judgment is not wrong, the Imperial Council is not over. Mingyi should have received the news, otherwise it wouldn't have come so quickly.

Could it be that in Silvermoon City, there are no secrets to speak of?

"Actually, I came to your excellency because I had something to ask for."

Haduron hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.

"I don't know what's going on."

Darkan's face darkened.

"Actually, I hope you will turn a blind eye, Master Darkan."

Hadurun hesitated for a long time, but still said it.

"Oh, I don't quite understand, please let your Excellency the General say it clearly."

Darkan held back his anger and did not flare up.

"That's right, Marshal Aurelia's strength is too thin, although I have heard that His Majesty Anastarian is ready to send reinforcements. But 2,000 men does not guarantee that Marshal Aurelia will have an absolute advantage in the face of trolls. However, because the marshal's previous recruitment of volunteers harmed the interests of too many people, except for the Far Wanderer troops, the other troops are likely to stumble, so I hope that Your Excellency Archmage will turn a blind eye. Allow more Rangers to travel with the team as volunteers, and provide them with necessary supplies if possible. After all, in His Majesty's order, we Far Travelers can only dispatch a thousand people. ”

When Haduron finished speaking, Darkan was relieved and indignant.

Quel'Salas is being invaded, villages are burning, and the people are crying, why does the general want to defend his homeland. If the warrior wants to go into battle to kill the enemy, he has to beg himself, what is wrong with this kingdom!

"I will coordinate, after all, this errand was ordered by His Majesty, and the others should be accommodating."

Darkan readily agreed.

"Thank you so much, it's a pity that I'm the commander of the Far Wanderer unit now, and I really can't help myself, otherwise I really want to go to the battlefield and kill him."

Haduron stood up and walked over to Darkan. He took the archmage's hand and shook it vigorously.

"This is a member of the Council of Silvermoon City. I should have done it. ”

At the same time, Silvermoon City's trade district, Lotherma. Theron was pulling Liadlin to kill what little vacation time she had left at the drink shop.

"Lotherma, did you ask me out just for dessert and drink?" Liadline sipped her juice in a helpless sip.

"Hey, aren't we good friends? Do you want to see me eating dessert alone in a dessert shop and being laughed at by my men and colleagues? Don't want to do such a small favor? I can let it go. I'll pay for whatever you order. ”

Lotherma gulped down the pudding with a righteous look on her face.

"The problem is that I don't like desserts, they're too greasy."

Liadline was too embarrassed to accuse her friend of anything, and it wasn't wrong to like desserts, so she had to make excuses for herself.

The priestess Lia Delin would rather spend more time meditating and reading books.

"Combat readiness has been so intense lately. I'm going to take my vacation back to the camp at three o'clock in the afternoon, so what's the matter with me for a while. ”

Lotherma said with some dissatisfaction.

It's okay, but don't keep using this delicious taste, look at me with a taste of it!

Liadline sighed helplessly and continued to sip the juice.

"Huh? Isn't that Sylvanas? Lord Windranger? ”

Suddenly, Liadline spotted the direction that Lotherma was facing, and Sylvanas, the Ranger Lord, walked down the street with two small henchmen.

Lotherma pretended to be inadvertently close to Liadrin, pulled her chair, adjusted her vision, took the opportunity to look, and whispered to her friend, "It's really that salary thief." ”

"Why do you all call Lord Sylvanas a salary thief?"

Liadrin, a priest who didn't know much about the story between the Far Wanderer rangers, asked curiously.

"Four words, it's hard to write!"

"If you don't say anything, I'll go back."

"I say, I say!"

Lotherma, threatened by Liadrin, hurriedly agreed.

"This second lady of the Windranger family is also a legend. At first, Sylvanas's promotion came from lying on her sister's merit book, but some people were dissatisfied, and the second lady took people to the opponent's house that night to block people, block one by one, beat one by one, and be bold and boundless. Then he took the initiative to invite the army to go on the expedition and fought several beautiful battles. At the time, everyone thought that Sylvanas was a genius commander comparable to Marshal Aurelia, and everyone in the Far Walk was excited. ”

After Lotherma finished speaking, she couldn't help but shake her head.

"Tell me quickly, what are you grinding?"

When Liadline heard this, she hated Lotherma's behavior and couldn't help kicking him under the table.

"But after this Lord Sylvanas Ranger proved himself, the whole person suddenly became bad."

Lotherma said speechlessly.

"Sick?"

Liadline asked, puzzled, the first time she had heard that there was a disease that the High Elves couldn't cure.

"It should be said that I was forcibly sick. Unless it's the Ranger Lord's rotation, this Lord Sylvanas never works properly. But whenever someone impeached or questioned her, the Sylvanas Ranger Lord always proved himself with merit. Over time, everyone had no choice but to let her go. In the past ten years, she hasn't done anything serious, full salary thief! ”

"What a great look, idol!"

"You big women's idea, if I am unfortunate enough to be placed under her, tsk......"

Lotherma shook her head regretfully.

And what he didn't know was that the conversation between him and Liadline reached Sylvanas's ears word for word.

Just kidding, Liadrin's family and the Windranger family are allies, and Sylvanas can't even notice it, and if she wants to be a salary thief above board, she doesn't have good skills, so she won't be killed.

Boy, I remember you.

Sylvanas didn't say hello to Liadrin, this little girl was not worth taking the initiative to show her kindness, but just glanced at Lotherma's appearance with her spare eyes, and left as if nothing happened.

Do you want to get better if you offend your mother?

Sylvanas snorted coldly in his heart, and decided not to worry about his juniors for the time being, it was not worth ruining his mood to go shopping for the sake of the unknown.

The holiday time is approaching, and after sending Liadline back to church, Lotherma finds a place where no one is slammed into her throat, and it is uncomfortable to eat too many desserts!

In order to have a fair and long-term reason for Yoriadrine to come out, Lotherma. Theron endured great criticism -- the Great Demon King of Desserts......

The conscience of heaven and earth, which king and eight calves like to eat desserts!

As a result, all the dessert shops now send a new product to the Lotherma family to try the invitation, and it has become an iron law of the dessert industry that the new varieties that can be affirmed by the Loverma will be sold well, and Lotherma has also received a strange nickname: the mysterious man A of Dessert Street.

Vomit.......

After spitting it out, Lotherma felt comfortable, wiped her mouth, and walked to the barracks.

"Haduron, how's it going, do you have our work this time?"

Meet Haduron. Mingyi, Lotherma happily greeted him.

"No, all the troops recruited this time are peripheral troops, and none of the guards of Silver Moon City can move."

Haduron shook his head regretfully.

"I'm sorry, what an honor it must be to fight under Marshal Aurelia, I really want to be a volunteer."

Lotherma could only shake her head regretfully.

"Don't think about it, you're all mixed up with the squadron leader, don't destroy your future."

Haduron patted Lotherma on the shoulder, a young man who was only a decade younger than him and a man he favored and didn't want Lotherma to destroy his future because of a battle.

In Quel'Thalas, malfeasance in service depends on the severity of the situation, and although there is no death penalty, it will certainly be difficult to promote in the future.

"By the way, today I saw Your Excellency Sylvanas, Marshal Aurelia is fighting hard, as the sister of Lord Marshal, she is still in the mood to go shopping!"

Lotherma found that all of a sudden it seemed as if there was nothing to say, and she couldn't help but mention it.

"You don't understand, you're fine, come on, hey."

Leaving a confused Lotherma. Theron, Haduron. Mingyi left on his own.

Because the level is not enough, you don't understand.

Because you don't understand, it's good that you're a competent military man.

Boy, you're good, so come on.

When you understand all this, you will join me in this sound.

Anubeloredelana - May the sun guide you. (To be continued......)