Blue skies.

By the sea, a tower made of magic, its outer walls peeling off its skin, and not a single flag flying high in the past was to be seen. Dust and black blood were everywhere, and only the sea breeze that blew across the top of the tower howled like a banshee.

The Tower of Windranger has long since lost its former feel.

Sylvanas walked up the spiral staircase of the tower, where she was home. After cleaning up the undead rangers along the way, they saluted her, and she just nodded, her expression a little sad.

Entering his room, the layout has not changed, but the items are almost always dusty or damaged. The light shone in through the window, mixed with dust and turned into pillars of light, which shone just on the last open box, which contained a string of necklaces.

"What is this?"

Sylvanas picked up the necklace, the pendant resting in her right hand, her left hand brushing the dust off the gemstone, her eyes filled with a familiar glow. Flipping over the back, the base of the pendant reads "To Sylvanas, love your sister forever, Aurelia"

Did 'she' lose this? Sylvanas put the necklace away, and an identical necklace hung from her chest.

"Is the general in there?"

"Yes," said the guard at the door.

"Come in"

Ranger Lord Hawksbill walked into the room, Sylvanas turned, and the pillar of light became her back. so that the elves who came in could not see her face clearly. After getting used to it, I saw the appearance of the female elf clearly.

From the back of the head to the large ponytail on the chest, there is occasionally a gentle and sad expression on the soft face. Hawksbill has the feeling of dreaming every time he sees it. Priority in getting in and out of the remembered Sylvanas, but more receptive to the elves who follow her, this is the leader with emotional warmth.

Through the Elven Gate, the rangers, led by Sylvanas, returned to the land of the Windrangers, using the remnants of the building as a station, and the breach in the manor wall was immediately re-blocked with stones. The rangers who were on guard were arranged to go up the wall, and some people were assigned to prepare food, and the rangers ushered in a new life.

"We're all excited to be back in the kingdom, but, General, I know that the rangers still have some worries about the future."

In the room, Hawksbill said to Sylvanas on his knees.

"We found this in the warehouse while we were cleaning up the debris."

Hawksbill held a folded banner in both hands, the dust had been swept away, and the Windranger emblem was as new as new.

Sylvanas took it and shook it open, and the sea breeze from the window blew the flag to the hunt.

"Hang it on the top of the tower"

"Yes"

"Whoever sees this flag knows that Windranger is back."

Sylvanas, like many of her subordinates, didn't know what the future would hold, and she knew that she wasn't a good leader yet, and at the very least, she couldn't do anything about the elves' current predicament. All she could do was motivate her subordinates, at least give them information about her.

There wasn't really anything edible left in Windranger's warehouse, only useless flags, scattered agricultural puppet accessories, and a dozen extravagant pieces of wood. In the secret vault of the Tower of Windranger, Sylvanas also found more than 100,000 gold coins and a large number of gems, but none of them could be eaten.

The day after settling down, Sylvanas and his important men patrolled the entire Windranger land, where weeds regrew and the land was clumped and could no longer be cultivated. The canal has long since dried up, and the silt is clogged, and it is enough to dredge it; The vineyards on the hills, untended, had long since collapsed, and the vines did not know where they had gone, so they had to be replanted.

"I still remember that Aurelia and I, Winlesa, were on the mountain over there facing the golden sunset, chasing the autumn leaves in the wind."

Sylvanas spoke of things that his subordinates didn't know. Perhaps it was because she had left her true homeland, and in this world she could easily recall the past.

Over the course of several days, Sylvanas regained her homeschooling: an understanding of her homeland and how to prosper her estate. She had a quarter of her men go down to clean up the wheat fields and dredge the canals, a quarter to clean the vineyards and gather wild fruits, and a quarter of them to collect seafood and harvest wild fruits, wild vegetables, and edible seeds along the coast.

The most elite rangers form teams in charge of combat, clearing the surrounding undead over and over again. No matter how much of these things are burned, there will always be new ones wandering over.

The population of the elves could not be more sparse, and Sylvanas did not meet any other elves for many days, which also gave them more survival materials to collect.

Every day, you can eat a paste porridge mixed with wild vegetables, seafood shells, and some dry military rations, and some sour wild fruits to eat after the meal.

The weeds in the wheat fields are cleared, but the clumped earth elves don't dig holes, which were once done by arcane golems. The plough used to plough the land lay in the warehouse, and Sylvanas used her wedding ring to summon a large earth elemental to cultivate the land in place of the golem.

It's definitely too late to plant a season of wheat in the current season. The Far Traveler rangers scraped together some sun-dried beans and sprinkled them into the fields, digging up the silt from the canals to use as fertilizer.

As for the details, none of the rangers knew what they were, and in the past these were the domain of botanists.

However, sprouts have sprung up in the fields, fish have reappeared in the canals, smoke has risen from abandoned villages, and even vineyards on the hills have just been reactivated as guard posts.

Although the demon addiction has always plagued the elves, everyone's spirits are getting better and better.

Sylvanas rode a red chocobo, his horsetail tied into a marijuana flower blown back by the wind that he was running. A dozen or so guards were behind her. A long battle banner embroidered with the Windranger emblem flutters in the hands of the flag bearer.

The Hawkeye Scouts spotted a party belonging to the kingdom ahead, and many undead besieging the elves.

Sylvanas would never be naïve enough to think that Lotherma would ignore her. When she got the news, she was the first to greet her.

The besieged party consisted of Blood Knights, Warriors, Rangers, Warlocks, and a number of male and female elves and children who were apparently civilians. With the life length of the elves, as long as they have the heart to learn, they can obtain more abilities than most short-lived species. However, under the kingdom's preferential maintenance policy, most elves are unwilling to give up a comfortable life to improve their abilities. Civilians want to stay alive after the disaster,

Hundreds of skeleton undead surrounded the team of more than fifty elves, squeezing them into the groove at the foot of the hills. The elves could only desperately huddle together to block, but there were too few real combat classes, and the civilians began to be dragged away by the undead one by one.

Under the clear sky, the eagle's cry sounded, and the falcon eagle swept over the head of the door of the undead.

"Toot ~~~~~ Toot ~~~~~"

A long and powerful horn of attack was sounded. From the back of the hillside, Sylvanas and her knights charged from above as if out of the sky. Three flame blasts exploded in the undead, and chocobos crashed into the skeletons like a rushing stream, slashing left and right with their long swords, and the skeletons were shattered in pieces.

Rushing to the side of the surrounded elves, the knights turned to the left and opened a large passage.

"Bring these civilians out quickly," Sylvanas said in a clear voice. Several elves shook their bodies and looked at her incredulously, but by this time, the female elves had already killed her knights elsewhere, and these elves could only see her resolute side face in battle.

The low-level undead have no brains and are controlled by higher-level beings.

Among the Sylvanas skeletons, a short, black-robed spellcaster caught a glimpse.

"That's it" With her legs clamped, the chocobo she sat down jumped up like a fish, its red feathers stood up like flames, and stomped on the small spellcaster who was being targeted, and the impact of the landing knocked the skeletons away, and the sword flashed, and the head of the black-robed caster flew high, and its body was as broken as a clod of earth.

"Are you General Sylvanas?" The rescued ranger asked suddenly, looking up at Sylvas's mount.

"That's right, I'm Sylvanas." The elf replied.