The hill was dug out in a spiral of roads up to the outpost parapet at the top of the hill, and the mountainside and at the foot of the hill were also built with parapets and towers.

The third cantonment was built purely according to the layout of the military fort, which was the easternmost point, guarding the avenue to the Tower of Windranger. Below the hills, the abandoned fields remain. Sylvanas is here to build with his men.

The ranger on the landing bird came running from a distance, went around the spiral mountain path all the way to the very top, and after the guards let him in, handed the reins to his comrades, and ran to the barracks in the middle.

"Is General Sylvanas in the barracks?"

"Just in"

The "good" returning ranger ran up to the second floor, and after informing the guards, he was ushered in.

"General, there are more than a hundred civilians moving in our direction." He said half-kneeling.

"Hawksbill"

"Yes, leave it to me"

Sylvanas nodded, and without saying anything, the right-hand men would send rangers to receive civilians. This is the third time this month that civilians have migrated.

The first time was the elves who were rescued some time ago, the second time was the former and current lords of the Windranger, and the third time should still be the civilians under the command of the Windranger.

Soon, Sylvanas met the civilian elves in the sentry post, and some of them had unnamed but familiar faces. However, the elves who came to the country did not seem to be in very good spirits.

"Still need to be screened and pacified" Outside the barracks, she and Pastor Ola appeared.

"Yes," Aurora replied. She was a priest and could easily reassure and peek into whether the common elves were lying.

"Look! Really Ms. Sylvanas."

"It really is"

One of the new civilians led the other elves to exclaim. They saw their female elves observing above the sentry post. All kinds of expressions flashed in Sylvanas's eyes, and finally fixed on the look of anticipation. She had seen such expressions on the faces of all the elves who followed her, even the new civilians.

"Ma'am, I'll go over first, or I'll spend more time comforting them," Aurora smiled and saluted, walking down the slope.

Civilians who defect will stay within the outpost area for two days before being sent to the Windranger Tower. During this time, Pastor Aurora will be questioned and examined.

"Their bodies are also terrible, with signs of demonic corrosion."

After checking the situation, Aurora told Sylvanas about the situation while he was resting.

From the civilians who came one after another, Sylvanas learned more about the addiction: absorbing the energy in the green crystal can alleviate the addiction, but then the symptoms will get worse and worse each time, and in the torture, the body will become rickety, all the hair will fall out, and the skin and bones will be so thin that only skin and bones remain, and finally become a completely heartless monster, the kind of monster that will go up and bite at the sight of a living person.

Facing attacks from the undead and trolls, civilians have lost some confidence in Silvermoon City under multiple pressures.

"Compared to Quettalin, our zone of control is very safe." Aurora said, and Sylvanas' rangers thought the same way, given the high density of professional soldiers: "They are terrified of continuing to drain magical energy. ”

"Hah! I knew that Lotherma had swallowed poison to quench his thirst," Hawksbill, who was in attendance, said as if happy, and his expression immediately became vicious.

"Damn it, you should have ...... in the first place"

"Don't talk about it, we have to face addiction too," Pastor Aurora interrupted.

The priests rely on faith to resist, the rangers rely on will, and the commoners rely on what? The only way to do this is to rely on the whip.

The elves seem to remember a saying: When your people don't want to move forward, you need to use a whip to drive them forward.

"Let's do the same as the first two groups of civilians," Sylvanas said to his men.

"That's all there is to it"

"Hey"

The two men sighed together.

The civilians go to the Tower of the Windrunners, and the rangers will force them to train them to make them feel that the training is worse than the addiction.

It was the only thing Sylvanas could think of, and even if the elves hated her later, she wouldn't let go of her whip.

'Come on, hate as much as you love'

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At this time, Lotherma walked to Quettalin, with a hundred Blood Knights and three hundred Ranger from Silvermoon City. These were the men who Haduron and Romans insisted on sending. He just wanted to meet and confirm Sylvanas's authenticity.

"I don't think you should go alone anyway," Haduron said, "but I don't think I can stop you, so at least you should bring a guard." You don't want to fight with me about this kind of thing, I don't want to hear that you've been torn apart by Hawksbill, and then Sylvanas can enter Silvermoon City in a grand manner. And these troops will be used to clear the outskirts of Zuaman, and sooner or later they will also go to Quettalin. ”

Romans also sent elite blood knights, which were not in Lotherma's consideration. The Blood Knight is a paladin created by absorbing the holy light from Muru's body. Their presence only complicates matters. That's what the elves of Hawksbill hated in the first place.

"At least they can bring you back to life after you've been torn to shreds," Romans said with a sneer, and Lotherma accepted the suggestion to be on the safe side.

'If I have to shed blood, I don't have to wait for the army of Silvermoon City. Lotherma thought to herself, too.

"Have so many civilians already taken refuge in the past?"

When the guardian of Quettarim reported to him, it was all bad news.

"Why don't you stop them?"

"What do I do to stop it," the commander of Quettalin spread his hands.

Lothima is at the limit just to maintain the manpower of the realm elves.

"Well, I don't blame you."

"Regent Lotharma, the people you brought with you, instead of dealing with Lady Sylvanas, you should go and clean up the undead and the trolls of Zuaman. The elves on the other side of the Wind Village have effectively lightened our burden. ”

Of course, Lotherma couldn't have listened to Commander Quettalin's advice, and more important than that was the attitude of the Undercity.

'I'm like a drowning man entangled in an octopus, and in order to be rescued I have to pray like a sea monster not to get too entangled,' Lothema laughed to herself.

"We can hire more adventurers," he continued, speaking to the commander.

"Yes, but more funding is needed."

"Silvermoon City will allocate a batch of gold coins."

"You also need magic items to attract more powerful adventurers."

"I see, I'll ask Romance to pay you some."

There are not many adventurers left in Quel'Thalas, and they are more willing to venture out into the Outlands.

"The messengers of the Undercity are coming this way, too, and I heard from the undead." The commander of Quettarim said suddenly.

Hearing this, Lothama's mouth was full of bitterness, like a prisoner who had no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit.

"Is that so? Then I'll have to wait," he forced himself to remain silent, and a little pleasure rose in his heart at the look of disappointment on Commander Quettarien's face.

After waiting for a few days, Lothmar sat at her desk and carefully reviewed the records of Quettalin's governance over the months. He needs to be clear about his needs and make a decision about how to deal with the elves on the side of the Windranger Tower.

He already had an opinion in his mind, but he also knew that the Undercity might not be happy with it. To be exact, no one will be satisfied. He rubbed the bridge of his nose vigorously with his thumb and forefinger, and was about to go to rest for a while, when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"What?" He answered the door.

One of the guards hurried in, bowed, and said:

"Master Theron, there's an important person waiting to meet you."

Lotherma frowned, is the messenger of the Undercity here? If so, you can wait a while.

"Let it wait for a while" He waited for the Undercity for a few days, and he had to make the Undercity wait.

"My lord," said the guard, "Lady Sylvanas does not like to wait. ”

"The queen of the Undercity?"

"Yes"

Lotherma felt her heart pound and swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, secretly hoping that her face would not be as pale as she had imagined.

"Quick, take me to her."