When winter came to the depths of winter, it was the coldest time in the Northland, led by the Flame Eagle, and the 'Surrender' of the Flame Eagle Clan's allegiance and service also came to Sylvanas. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Yonggo Forest, the Dawn Star Frankincense Nursery was burned clean because of a conflict of interest. As early as a thousand years ago, the elves collected frankincense here and set up a centrally managed nursery. Originally owned and managed by the Flame Eagle Clan, the Dawn Star was later given the majority of ownership due to the exchange of interests, leaving only a small portion of the Flame Eagle Clan. But as time went on, the Dawn Star no longer distributed the proceeds to the Flame Eagle Clan, and the Flame Eagle Clan did not raise any objections until recently.

Sylvanas had an investigative report from the White Tower Council, and after reading it, he sneered and tossed it aside. Frankincense is a spice that is very popular among the elven upper class, but even then it is just an ordinary industry, not as good as an arcane facility with more than a thousand years of experience.

"What do they want?" Sylvanas thought about it, as a nobleman of the highest rank in Quel'Salas, with an elite education, so he understood it when he thought about it: "Go and tell them, please declare our position in Silvermoon City, and it is illegal to use any violent solution to all disputes until the court decides."

The emissary of the White Tower Council took the order and immediately sent it back to Silvermoon City through the portal.

Sylvanas, however, has more important things to solve. Eventually, as the elves continued to explore the Northlands, conflicts with the natives were inevitable.

The female elf changed into a battle armor and put on a constant thermostat cloak and headed for the barracks.

Coming out of the Ranger Fortress, there were already guards, adjutants waiting for her to lead. Elves are not born to be happy creatures, their ancestors were banished from their homeland by the lower untouchables, and they have endured a lot of hardships, crossed oceans, and fought with indigenous trolls to establish the kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and what they do today is almost indistinguishable from their ancestors.

But Sylvanas always felt that something was missing. Spiritually, the guidance is not attractive enough for the current elves.

"Your Excellency General" spoke of the female elf's aide-de-camp, Lotherma Theron. This adjutant with no outstanding deeds is the position of adjutant in the eyes of the elves.

"The scouts have found the towns of the 'giants', and our troops are ready, but your Excellency ...... this weather. ”

"What's the weather like this?" Sylvanas walked, the snow and cold wind in the sky would not have any effect on the elves, in order to adapt to the Northland environment, the arachnid puppet Northland type, equipped with a thermostatic barrier, each team configuration of the puppet can provide perfect insulation measures for the team.

"We're from Quel'Thalas, and I'm really missing it." Sylvanas's gaze couldn't help but look to the south, and then his gaze flickered, "That's why I think my people are weak. And do you know why we are fighting with the natives? ”

"For safety?" The adjutant himself did not have confidence.

"For the land, for the wealth, but also for the happiness, any life has the most right to be happy, and not every elf is content with pleasure, for those elves who forge ahead, in order to change their destiny, the Northland is the stage. What we are doing now is to build a stage for those who come after us to change their fate, and at the same time change their own fate. ”

Sylvanaston paused, "With example, there are followers, and while it may not give every elf the same upliftment, it can at least inject some spirit and pioneering tradition into our race." ”

"Infuse spirit and tradition with the spirits of our Northlands." The adjutant asked.

"Yes, it's up to us to infuse spirit and tradition," Sylvanas said, speeding up his mount, "and combat is the stone that sharpens our spirits and thickens our traditions." ”

If any organization or country does not go through the test of bloody battles and fire, and does not go through the hardships of pioneering, this organization is a fortress made of sand, without the slightest cohesion. Of the nations and nations that exist in Azeroth, there is no glorious history and heroic legend? These are the history precipitated by the blood of battles and blood, and then the history is integrated into the blood of the nation, creating their culture, becoming the legend of the nation, and making it permanent.

'Inject temperament into our organization, an organization with a noble spirit, and the members are willing to give everything to the spirit, and the organization will surely go to glory.' Sylvanas thought of what Shane had said: 'From the Council of the White Tower to the Northland Kaifu, the organization grows, and so must the organization's program. We are not elves who go with the flow, but elves who must keep up with the times. ’

Sylvanas thought, picking up the speed of his mount again.

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Quel'Salas, home of all elves. The emissary of the Council of the White Tower went directly to the town of the White Tower through the portal. Because of the construction of the college, it has become more and more prosperous. He exited the academy teleportation point and ran straight to the reception.

The second phase of the White Tower Academy was completed, and in addition to the main body, the large library and the arcane laboratory were completed, and the two buildings were in pure white tones, sitting back-to-back behind the teaching area that looked like half-buttoned white swan eggs. They have a beautiful shape: the whole is white and crystalline, the base is white marble, there are no pillars, it is made of scallops that open like a few leaves, and like a group of raised white sails, and the layers of oblique fixed on the base are enclosed in white, and the opening of the 'shell' is the entrance to the building.

Every time the envoy passed by the academy, he would stop and watch for a while, and the most important thing for beauty was the common hobby of elves. However, this time the envoy saw a big man, who was also looking at the new building, and the envoy couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Is it Master Shane?"

Shane found this subordinate very early, and the subordinate still had the wind and frost of the Northland, Shane turned his head: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"Master...... Seeing ......" the messenger almost wanted to kneel. After the Nine Rings, the gap between the spiritual power of the mage and ordinary people was too great, forming a complete coercion.

"Go ahead and complete your mission," Shane gave his subordinates a spiritual hint. The messenger nodded and ran away.

At this time, over the North Sea, where the floating city was still sailing, Shane returned to Baita Town after his trip to Karazhan to design a plan for the floating plan.

"The Eye of Truth, the exploration of underground institutions, combined with architecture-aided design schemes."

Shane then walked every inch of the town of Whitetower. (To be continued.) )