In the burning July, Shane returned to the Mage Tower, twenty days after he entered the Troll Lands. In the living room, someone cleans it, and two epic books are placed on the coffee table, and the tea has traces of daily use.

Among them, feeling the familiar breath, Shane ate a little bit of food and fell asleep. This sleep swept away all fatigue, and the urgency and anxiety of the past were also swept away.

The divinity is truly sweet, it is in a spiritual cage, millstone-like, slowly grinding away the imprint of its original owner, revealing its purest face: the crystallization of wind and thunder.

It is the spirit of the eagle, in the place of its origin, relying on instinct and nature to echo, the power of rules condensed for thousands of years. It is also the power that trolls transmit their faith through ancient beacons, trying to steal by deception.

There is only a trace of divinity, less than one-eighth of the soul of an eagle, but it is like a guiding light, pointing out the way forward. Arcane pursues the ultimate direction and is also the power of rules. Pure balance, to the creation of balance, to the purity of rules.

As soon as he slept, it was more than ten hours, and Shane had never slept before, and when he woke up, his spirit was unusually relaxed. The Mage Tower, everything was in his senses, and Tiger devoured the eagle, a second pair of spikes growing out of his shoulders. At that time, Shane guessed that it might represent the dragon eagle and the eagle that were eaten, and at this time, he stayed in the mage hall and defended the main entrance of the mage tower.

I just woke up and felt a little dry in my mouth. "Come" beckoned, and the kettle flew, not with the hand of the mage, but with the wind to lift it to fly.

"Great!" The appearance of the divinity is a crystal clear hexagonal prism that emits a sapphire-like brilliance when cast, lighting up the spiritual sea. The spirit was given a sense of sublimation, and there was not a single place in Shane's body that was uncomfortable and moaned slightly.

After drinking the water, Shane returned the kettle to its place, put a cleaning spell on himself instead of the washing process, and then walked to the window to look down at the night view of the sentry post. Hotels and shops are lit up to welcome passing guests. These lights are not as gentle and bright as magic lights, but they are more appropriate, and the light is blurred, whether it is talking, laughing, walking, greetings, or even fighting.

The Ranger attracts business opportunities, the Mage Tower brings a sense of peace, and the civilians dare to shuttle between Quettalin and the Sentinels.

"Prepare all the roads again, and the sentry post is like a small town. Get rid of the trolls in the east and produce some unique things, and in a few years this land will prosper and become prosperous in my hands. ”

Thinking about it, I have never been so satisfied coming into this world. Shane fiddled with the lid of the teapot, the water inside was heated to a boil, and picked it up to make himself a cup of black tea.

At this time, maybe it's more fun to drink a little alcohol, but alcohol can harm the brain, and if you want to go further in the arcane realm, you must quit drinking.

"Sylvanas, since you're here, come in."

The female elf, today actually walked through the main entrance to enter the mage tower, and the moment she approached, Shane even detected her faster than the alarm enchantment. Sylvanas walked four hundred and twenty-three steps down the aisle and stopped at the door of the living room, hesitating to come in.

"Hmph" With a crisp sound, the door made a soft sound, revealing a gap, and a thin hand with moon-white gloves pushed the door open.

When Shane saw this, his eyes lit up, Sylvanas, with a handsome face, even among the elves. Now she took off her knight's dress, wrapped in a compact moon-white dress, her sturdy body supported a wonderful curve, her pointed chin was slightly raised, her chest was straight, and her twin peaks were about to break out. She is the most beautiful laurel.

"Have you seen enough," she said, and walked over, not sitting on the chaise longue, but sitting down like a lady with her legs together and her hands on her thighs. "If it weren't for the dress restrictions, I wouldn't sit like this."

The female elf said angrily, but she was expecting something.

"Very beautiful" Shane sincerely appreciated, bringing refreshments to the lady. "But why are you dressed like this?"

"It's not a boring landing festival yet, it's once a year, and even if I'm far away in the Haunted Lands, my family wants me to go back to it. Boredom, I'm going to put it off until the last day and go back. So they sent this one for me to try on. ”

Landing Festival, the festival of the landing in Quelcelas celebrated by the High Spirits. To celebrate this great day, the high-ranking clans gather for sacred ceremonies, while the commoners have an endless supply of material supplies and everything they need.

"Is it really boring?" Shane didn't participate, and until last year, he didn't enter the so-called high-level circle.

"Ahhhhh Sylvanas's tone revealed a faint disdain.

The secular life of the high-level elves, Shane has never intruded, and what makes the female elves disdainful, there is no way to know. He'd dedicated all his time to arcane research, and now he heard Sylvanas talk about it, and he realized that the earth was here.

"Shall I say come on, patience?"

"You should say, endure together. Adhering to our glorious tradition from ancient times to the present day. This year, you'll be invited as well. I'm looking forward to seeing you clumsy. But if you ask me for help, I might be able to help you. Sylvanas smirked. His eyes were blurry, shining like stars, his lips were gently pursed, and his smile was facing Shane. She faded away from the dust of the military, leaving only the beauty of women.

In this way, he stared at Shane for a long time.

"Your smell has changed for the better again, and it's getting more and more inclined to the smell I like. Congratulations, get what you want. "Each elf is granted arcane sensitivity by the Sunwell, and Sylvanas is naturally extremely sensitive to his changes.

Sean smiled, the divinity did not increase the total amount of change too much, but gave him a multi-dimensional improvement, such as the sense of accessibility that can see the end of the road at a glance, and the sense of expectation that as long as he moves forward, he will definitely reach the end.

Sylvanas, however, doesn't dwell too much on this issue, she has her pride. Soon back to the topic of the landing festival: "Wen Resa will also participate in the landing festival this year, and in the blink of an eye, she has also reached this age. When she was little, I liked to snatch her toys and watch her crying expressions, and now she is completely past the age of playing, time is so fast, and before I know it, it passes by like quicksand between my fingers"

"Aurelia, I don't know how many people will be injured, at this time of year, she is very dangerous, Shane, you have to be careful, don't be mounted on the ballista in Silvermoon City, and be fired."

Under the playful expression, there is sincere gentleness, the victorious ranger transforms into a woman, the light is like a diamond, which makes people's hearts move, with tenderness in fortitude, and there is no lack of wildness in maturity. For the first time, Sean experienced all of her charms.

The conversation of the night, revolving around the Landing Festival, was a devoted listener and Shane was the right listener to ask, "And then?" "Listen to Sylvanas' memories.

Before saying goodbye, Shane sent her to the window, and the female elf turned around and said goodbye: "In the land of trolls, you didn't meet Wen Leisa, and your luck is not very good, but, it won't be long before you see her, just say so much, goodbye." ”