Andir Lynn Manor, where Quelsara stood and watched the ruins.

"Old Huo, rebuild this manor, and leave it here for the garrison of the Fallen Blade Legion in the future! Aurora, go and see if Ferendre can be saved! Quelsala looked at the ruins for a moment, then turned to Hawksbill and Aurora.

"Your Highness, what is the name after the reconstruction?" Hawksbill asked.

"To put it simply, let's call it the Fallen Blade Sentry! Garrison the Fallen Blades here to guard against the Trolls of Zuaman and any enemies that may come from the Eastern Plaguelands! Quelsara said.

"Lao Huo, what do you say is going on over there in Hadurun?" Quelsala asked, looking in the direction of the Far Wanderer's camp again.

"Your Highness, to be honest, if Haduron can't take those two troll settlements with the help of the Fallen Blade Army led by Ordaron, then he, the Ranger General, should step aside!" Hawksbill said with a look of disdain.

Quelsala looked at Hawkel playfully and said, "Old Huo, take him down, do you have a good candidate to replace him?" ”

"How's Garinder?"

"Old Huo, let me make a bet with you, Garinde is one hundred percent unwilling to replace Haduron as the Ranger General of Silvermoon City!" Quelsala affirmed.

"Why?"

"Guess!"

Just when Quelsala and Hawksbill were chatting about boring topics, Aurora came over and said that Ferendre had a comminuted fracture of both arms, but it was not a big problem, and after Aurora's Holy Light treatment, he would recover in two months!

Quelsala summoned Tyris and Ferendre to inquire about the casualties.

"Your Highness, this time many of us participated in the battle of 6,000 people, 100 were seriously wounded, 1,000 were lightly wounded, and no one died." Tyris replied proudly.

"Tyris, are you proud!?" Quelsala asked, looking at Tyris.

"Isn't it? Your Highness, we have wiped out almost all of the trolls without losing a single person. Tyris replied.

"How many trolls?"

"Less than two thousand!"

"We are three times the enemy, almost equal to three to one, and there are so many wounded. Do you think that's something to be proud of? Quelsala asked Tyris again to stop him.

"Tyris, Ferendre, you need to know one thing, and that is that your Fallen Blade Legion has no source of strength. If there is such a big difference in strength between us and the enemy like this every time, and so many people are injured, then there is no need for your Fallen Blade Army to exist. Quelsala said solemnly.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for reminding us, we made a note of it! This will not be the case next time! Ferendre and Tyris bowed their heads and were taught.

Just as Quelsala seemed to be addicted to giving a lecture, a ranger scout rode a landing bird and sped away.

"Report to Your Highness! General Haduron Express, Sebnoy Victory, Annihilation of all trolls! The scout said excitedly.

"What a fart! With so many troops, I can't take care of the trolls, so I asked Haduron to wash the toilet! Quelsala laughed.

At this moment, another scout came from the Elven Gate on a dragon eagle, and the knight jumped down from the dragon eagle, and it turned out to be the doorman Aindor.

"Your Highness, outside the Elven Gate, in the Eastern Plague Land, there is a team of dwarves with a team of griffons outside the gate asking to see His Royal Highness the Prince! We did not let them in, and we have come to ask His Royal Highness! Aindol reported.

"Aha! This is good news, but it is much more exciting than Hadurun's news! Quelsara laughed excitedly and beckoned to Hawksbill, saying, "Old Ho, Garinde, let's go meet Furstad!" ”

Quelsala was the first to gallop forward.