How can this be?! Vellais's mouth was like eating a handful of imperial blood grass, bitter and dry.

It is not unheard of by members of the council to dismantle the king's throne, but he is the only one who has been as direct as Shane for many years, and even if he refuses, he must say: Let me think about it, you go back and wait for my news first.

He opened his mouth and spat out a few words with difficulty: "I know, this is a return to His Majesty the King." ”

"Let's go"

Shane waved at him.

Velles' eyes lit up, and when he came back to his senses, he was slapped on the shoulder, and when he looked up, the mage tower blocked the sun.

"Your Excellency Velles, let's go"

Haduron happily asked him to go quickly, not to stay a moment longer.

"Erehy," Shane shouted, and she was the only one in the mage tower floating in the air.

"Master," said the Erehy elf bowing at the door.

"Grant my order, gather the key members of the White Tower Council, and come to hear my will."

In March, everything is about to recover, the winter of the Ghost Land has come to an end, and the south wind is gradually rising.

The Great Curtain of the Northland Reclamation began, but it was at this time that the latest news came back from the subordinates of the Stormwind Kingdom.

The human army is at war with the humanoids they have never seen before, and the Stormwind Kingdom fights unfavorably, retreating in the border areas. They describe humanoids in three words: like a tide, bloodthirsty and furious, and lethal. That's why humans call them orcs.

In the next few years, Shane will be at war with the orcs, but why should he fight with the orc army from the south to the north?

His subordinates are still too immature, and they may not be able to float in the torrent of the great era. The epic of sacrifice, blood, and tragedy that he had envisioned became a comical egg-and-stone.

However, if any country or organization does not have a history of tragic warfare in full swing, if there are no heroes who have gone forward and succeeded, and if there are not a large number of victims, then this country and this organization will have no cohesion. There is no righteousness to rule the people.

"My aim is to change the known tragic fate of the elves," Shane thought and did, "it is a duty to my fellow man, to my loved ones." My personal purpose. Unearth the secrets of divinity...... Walk to the highest temple of the arcane. The king's attitude is important, but it is not the key, history will not change because of the king's attitude, the most important thing is his own basic plate. ”

Shane's Mage Tower, known as the Floating Tower at this time. More than 2,000 elves filled it. The earth and rock layers have been transformed into beehive rooms. Its surface is only more than 100,000 square meters, with a radius of about 200 meters, and several simple buildings are arranged on it, and hundreds of magic ballistas are installed on the arc from the edge to the bottom. Shane's best armament system is at least a magnetic rail siege cannon. But time is running out, so that's all.

"Lord, Lord, it's time to set sail" On the top floor of the Red Sun White Tower, Shane was teaching six little Naga and two apprentices, a trip to the Northland. They have their share.

The humming sound of the floating tower was getting louder and louder, and the vibration frequency of the floating ring's position was not yet beyond the hearing range of the elves. When fully activated, it becomes quiet due to high-frequency vibrations.

"Your Majesty and the Lady of the Windranger are waiting for you"

Lathern lamented that the world was impermanent, and the admiral did not become the commander, so he came to be the navigator first. There were two good ships on the slipway of Quelsala, which were about to be sun-dressed, and the lord named them: Thunder of the Northland, Dawn of the Northland, and the name was beautiful, and he liked it very much.

Shane closed his textbook and turned around. The long red robe dragged to the floor, his hair combed back and down to his shoulders, his ears half-hidden in his hair. Half exposed.

"Rather, thank you for the reminder, I'll go."

The mild air makes people feel like a spring breeze, as if spring has arrived in advance.

Those who really understand will not think that it is a spring breeze, when Sean smiled and helped Lordaeron issue gold coins, and smiled and sentenced hundreds of elves to exile. Smiled and stepped on the council, smiled and refused the king's overtures, and said with a smile two months ago, the floating tower has a mass of tens of millions of tons, and it is possible to block the defensive wall of Silver Moon City if it is ten gravity to accelerate its fall. Rumors such as 'there is a bottomless dark abyss after Master Shane's smile' are spreading for no reason.

The mage tower is on the fourth floor, and there are no elves making a sound. According to the seats of the Council of the White Tower, the Followers sit in a row on the left, and the Windranger territory on the right.

"Fooled, fooled, Windranger rides on the Dragon Eagle, it is difficult to get off the ground" Before going up to the Mage Tower, Sylvanas said words that seemed to be a loss in a tone that did not look like a loss, and her eyes turned into a crescent moon smile: "The Windranger has grabbed the position of the legal army, because of your decision, most of them must go to the North to guard the exiles, otherwise you will have a reason to remove my family's position, in order not to show weakness in front of the Dawn Blade, we only have one to accompany you to the north"

Aurelia sat sullenly in the second seat of the Windranger, clasping her hands on her chest as she squeezed the peaks of Mount Hyjal. She has a title: Shane - Dawnblade's fiancée (officially recognized by both clans). Sylvanas is in the lead, and the elf is deliberate, and she must stand between Aurelia and Shane.

"This is the first time our two families have cooperated," Shane said, sitting on the throne that only he could do, and behind each of the two seats there were dozens of clansmen and subordinates who were not qualified to sit down.

Wenresa stood right behind Sylvanas, winking playfully at Shane. The maiden is a new tender, formal occasion, and her position is not eligible to be seated.

"Our destination is here next to the Northland Windfjord," Shane said to the Windrangers, pointing to a small island projected on a map. The basic situation of the initial negotiations was understood, and Shane mentioned again that he wanted to reconfirm that the two companies would give up their prejudices and cooperate well.

"The Floating Tower won't be in the Northland forever, and fighting on a strange continent is not a trip......"

Sean said a lot, but Aurelia didn't listen to any of them, how could her sullen sister's eyes be so different, Sean-Dawnblade is very good, why didn't I see it at the beginning. But no matter how good he is, it's not a reason to marry her two younger sisters, I just have to see why he has so much charm.

"The creatures on the island are seals, there are human pirates, and a small number of seal people, and we sweep them down and occupy the island as our colony."

"I think you all know that developing an unfamiliar continent must be extremely difficult, but the rewards are also huge."

In his previous life, Shane had a legend of the New World Gold that attracted immigrants, and he borrowed it to modify it to bring down the elven society: the Northlands are magically valuable metals, and the remains of titans in motion.

The believers take the bait, at least the Windranger is on the Dawnblade for now. They had no opinion and accompanied Shane all the way north. Half of the Red Sun Guard guards and mentors helped in the White Tower Academy, so there was no danger.

"Lord, the charge has reached a critical level," said a Dawnblade mage next to the Steel War Crab.

Everyone looked at Sean, and the time had come.

"I order" Shane looked left and right, and ordered: "Break through the critical value and set sail"

"Yes, break through the critical value and set sail"

"Set sail ......"

"Set sail ......"

"Dangdangdang......" The magic bell rang short and urgently.

Small floating ring, tilt angle adjustment, vertical gravity stance interference direction slightly changed. The Floating Tower gains a forward thrust and slowly begins to accelerate.

"The gravity anchor is retracted, the floating tower is forward, the wind is fifteen degrees south-west, the wind is three knots, the full sail is raised, lads," Latsane said in his customary words, knowing that he was wrong, but there was no need to change, he stood at the very front of the forward window. The telescope saw the horizon and the sea of trees of Quel'Salas moving underfoot. He conquered the seas, and now he conquers the earth.

"The floating tower began to climb, the forward acceleration began, and the speed was visually measured...... Bit by bit...... Section 1:2...... Three...... Five ...... Eight sections...... At 10 knots, the acceleration weakened, the direction was 10 degrees west-north, and it entered the cruising phase, and in a month, ladies and gentlemen, we will see the frozen soil of the Northland. ”

The elves of Quel'Thalas, times have changed. (To be continued.) )