The ranks of colonists who went north continued to expand during Shane's training, and more lists were sent to Sylvanas.

"That's three thousand one hundred and fifty-five, so many!?"

The office mansion of the Windrunners of Silvermoon City, the list of fools with the secret names of Sylvanas, kept sneering, and less than half of them were civilian elves recruited through normal channels, and the other half were oversupported by the majority of the council according to the Entente.

"Is there anything wrong?"

The female elf's lieutenant asked.

The deputy is a promising ranger, Lotherma Theron, and Sylvanas assesses him as average in all abilities, doing his best, and in time he will surely become a man of his own.

"It's not right," the elf said to her subordinates, "It's not right, for the council, when they are cut off from Quel'Salas in the Northlands, the numbers don't matter, you must know that the sky and the sea really belong to us"

"Floating Tower, it's about to travel to the Northland for the second time" Lotherma thought helplessly, he still remembers the incident when he was thrown into the sea, and often wants to find the scene back, but now finding the scene has become the ideal in his dream. But the subordinate of that odious man, Haduron, he would not lose in any way, and with his reputation as a veteran ranger, he would not lose, and he would not lose in personal ability and reputation.

As Lotherma cheered herself up, Sylvanas waved at her men.

"Farewell," Lotherma said in resignation.

In Sylvanas's head there was a plan, a plan that would last twenty years, and only she and Shane knew: in twenty years, Northland would build a city that moved the pearl. It belongs to hers, and it belongs to her men, and it is also a great city of the elves of the Northlands.

But it's been so long. Shane still has no news, has the advancement succeeded? Thinking of this, the female elf began to constantly give instructions and deal with one thing after another. She now has not only the military governor of the Ghost Lands, the guard officer of the Elven Gate, and the head of the patrol cavalry regiment. She is also the interim leader of the Northlands. The troops in the south were taken over by the officer corps of the Windrangers, and the system was mature and it didn't take much effort, while she personally handled the affairs of the northlands, no matter how big or small.

At night, his eyes kept scanning the words, and the pen in his hand kept signing, and before he knew it, it was dawn.

When the first rays of sunlight shone through, the elf extinguished the magic lamp, stretched widely, and got up. Go to your own room on the second floor and get dressed.

In her room, golden sunlight shines through the windows, illuminating the floating dust and scattering magnificent cases on the floor. It's not like being in the Tower of the Windranger, where there are no maids to serve her. It's all on her own, but she's learned how to take care of herself when she first joins the Rangers.

Sylvanas looked in the mirror. Organize your image. Her blonde hair was as smooth as water, looming in the sunlight. His face was not wrong because he stayed up late, and he was still satisfied. She smiled in front of the mirror and began to comb her hair until they supple around the long, pointy ears.

She was once young, not yet twenty years old, but she was already the most promising hunter in her family at a young age (official). But it's not enough to be the best hunter in the family. She was stunned when she appeared. She was extremely conceited, so that everyone could know her beauty.

"I was so stupid at the time" Sylvanas shook his head for his younger self, and after the years of precipitation, the beauty in the mirror wanted nothing more than glamorous vanity, but a more lofty ideal.

It took some time for the truth to groom. Sylvanas pushed the door open.

The "Your Excellency Commander" escort immediately saluted.

"What about my clerk?"

"Registrar of Relas is waiting at the Northland Office."

"He's not bad, he's hardworking." The female elf was in a good mood when she heard this.

Lillas is the younger brother of the three sisters of Windrunner, in political considerations and the consideration of the only male in the family's generation, and has gained unacceptable power before reaching adulthood, but power and authority are two different things, power can be given, and authority can only be fought for by oneself. The family style of the Windrunner could not tolerate the inaction of his children, as a symbol of powerlessness, so the younger brother of Lillas captured Sylvanas to educate him before he officially took office.

The Northland office is next door to Sylvanas. At this moment, her minor brother was biting the tip of his pen and frowning at several forms.

"Lilas, what are you watching?"

"Second sister" Lilas immediately stood up straight.

"It's not an army here, take it easy."

Lilas-Windranger moved his shoulders a few times to relax, but to no avail. What are you kidding, among his three elder sisters, the second sister has the strongest combat effectiveness in all aspects, thinking to himself, the shoulders that have just finished moving are getting stiffer and stiffer.

Sylvanas saw the chart, which was a chart of logistics. Record the direction and process of a large amount of material mobilization. What supplies, what day of the month, where, who the people are, and where to go next, at a glance.

"Is it difficult to understand it?"

"It's not difficult, but the actual situation must be different from what it records."

"And then! What are you struggling with? ”

"I'm struggling with what to do with the people who make the mistakes."

"Mistakes and dispositions, why do you think like that" Sylvanas looked at his brother earnestly.

"Because, I'm going to be a member of the Northland Council, and I'm going to encounter similar things, or even more complicated situations, and I want to learn how to deal with them before I'm officially stationed in the Northland. Wasn't the purpose of my special appointment as a law clerk to learn how to handle affairs? Rillas said, less nervous, and then said loudly, "I am the Windranger, the Windranger destined for glory." ”

Sylvanas felt that his younger brother had really grown up, and lovingly saw his younger brother's immature eyes: "Okay, I'll give you a task, as a key person I specially dispatched, you go to check the progress of the material transfer and the degree of wear and tear transferred to the floating tower, how about it?" ”

"Yes," Lilas quickly replied, "but can I just say that I am a subordinate of Windranger, and not an elf with the surname Windranger?" ”

"Yes," Sylvanas looked at his brother with a smile.

The materials transferred to the White Tower belonged to the Windranger and the Dawnblade Organizers, and they were almost all their own people, so it was just right for a newcomer like him to deal with them.

"It would be nice if I had the opportunity to meet Master Shane." He was extremely curious about the man who could subdue his two sisters.

"There's going to be a chance," Sylvanas said jokingly, probably not getting a chance to see Sean until he finished his practice.

The younger brother Lillas happily began to prepare, Sylvanas had more to do, to reconcile the work of the conservatives in the parliament with his own faction, to prevent the royal family from profiting from it, and then to find out as many bad intentions as possible in the immigrants before setting sail.

The day of the White Tower's departure is approaching, and Shane's world has almost changed. (To be continued.) )