Two days later, Chehai camped.

The camp stretching for tens of thousands of meters is located in the boundless grassland, the strong wind blowing from the sea in the evening blows through the sea, the flags in the camp are rattled, the passages between the neatly distributed and wide barracks, a team of fully armed soldiers with bright and translucent armor shuttle and busy, and the whole barracks shows a vigorous and upward fiery vitality.

The camp center is handsome.

In the center of the spacious and bright tent is a long sand table, about 20 meters long and 5 meters wide, on which the terrain of the entire Lordaeron Kingdom is drawn, and the main cities and population concentrations of the Lordaeron Kingdom are marked with a variety of colors and specific wooden blocks.

Nearly 100 sturdy wooden chairs are placed around the sand table.

More than a dozen senior officers, who were at least over 40 years old, sat in their respective chairs and vigorously discussed the important military affairs, stood up from time to time and plucked the markers on the sand table, and occasionally when they were too excited, they would vigorously tap the sand table in front of them, and gritted their teeth and shouted loudly, making the marshal's tent appear very noisy.

This scene has been going on for more than ten minutes.

“... Do you understand? The soldiers of the Alliance Will Canyon are already very nervous, and reinforcements must be drawn from other troops immediately! The officer who spoke was a man with gray temples, wearing the standard armor of a senior officer, and his face was red from a long roar: "The next batch of recruits must also be allocated at least half." ”

"Less TM!" The person next to him immediately responded: "The Western Fortress is the one that needs the most soldiers!" ”

"Get out!" Another officer immediately responded: "Aren't there enough western wastes?" ”

"That is, the most frequent tribal activity is the Silver Pine Forest, and our Central Legion must..."

"You accounted for most of the last batch of military funds, and you still dare to say that you want..."

"The border army that was beaten by the tribe and fled for their lives, don't jump out and shout..."

"Running for your life? I think you want to see my martial arts! ”

"Who is afraid of whom..."

“.......”

Then there was one quarrel after another, and the senior officers waved their fists and slapped the sand table in front of them in a tone and demeanor that looked like they were scolding the street, feeling as if a duel would be fought in the next second, but they kept the bottom line restrained, and did not draw their swords and slash each other as they said.

In fact, such a scene is very normal, and it is the consistent style of the barracks.

There are many scholars in the army of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and most of the high-level officers are nobles, but the large number of military bases are more illiterate civilians, and such quarrels and debates are the tradition of human armies for thousands of years.

It was the nobles who sat in a group and negotiated with a smile on the face, and they were definitely not soldiers who faced death on the battlefield.

Military meetings like the present are not frequent, only two or three times a year, and the purpose of each military meeting is to distribute the supply of troops and war supplies, and the senior officers present are all high-ranking officials directly under the King's Legion, as well as joint representatives of the lords of various places, and each officer wants to obtain the maximum benefit for the troops to which he belongs.

If you take more, it means that I get less, and there will naturally be controversy.

At this stage, it is in the late stage of the Second Orc War, because the tribe ravaged the eastern continent before, the Kingdom of Lordaeron once lost more than 70% of its territory, and most of the kingdom legions and lords' private armies originally stationed in their respective territories were joined by their respective leaders to join the main force led by the Alliance Generalissimo Anduin Lothar to participate in the Battle of the Blackstone Tower, and those who remained were adjutants or temporary supreme commanders of the army, and there was no superior-subordinate relationship between them.

It is precisely because of this that every military discussion will be noisy for a long time before it can be fruitful.

The uproar lasted for nearly two hours before it slowly subsided.

Although a few officers were unhappy that they did not get a satisfactory result, on the whole most of them had achieved their purpose of joining the military conference, two officers left in a hurry, and the rest of the officers relaxed and leaned back in their wooden chairs and began to enjoy the usual dessert and coffee after the military meeting.

The officers chatted as they rested, even those who had looked like they were going to draw their swords before laughed.

Never hold grudges on the basis of facts, this is also the style of the army.

After tasting the dessert for more than ten minutes, the burly man with a short black hair trimmed in the third position on the right side of the main seat of the handsome tent, who was less than thirty-five years old at most, seemed to think of something, and said to the other officers who were chatting in pairs: "I heard that the young men below have found a demon in disguise?" ”

"It's not clear." The answer was from the officer who had asked for reinforcements before: "There is a high probability that it is a demon. ”

"Likely?" Another officer wondered, "It means that it hasn't been disposed of yet?" ”

"That orphan has the talents of a warrior, a thief, and a hunter at the same time, and has shown a great attraction to the Holy Light, so he was judged to be a disguised demon by the mage who went to the test." The officer who spoke obviously knew a lot about the matter: "According to the report of the camp administrator, he is a good seedling with a lot of wisdom, so he is temporarily held in custody pending processing. ”

"Four-professional talent?" The officer who spoke frowned: "How old is that child?" How long has it been since you were rescued? Is it an aristocracy? ”

"Just a few months after being rescued, it should be less than 13 years old, civilian."

"13 years old? Civilian? Another officer interjected: "What is there to hesitate about?" How could a mere civilian child have such a terrifying talent? I think it's 100% a disguised demon, and the people below are too bad to hesitate to execute them on the spot! ”

The officer's words were filled with contempt for civilians.

The aristocracy has a long history of discrimination against commoners, but this is not the basis for this officer's judgment, but in the long years since the origin of the human kingdom, more than 90% of people with two or more professional talents are descendants of nobles, and at least one of their parents has the ability to be a high-level professional or above.

Only good fathers can give birth to even better offspring.

It was precisely for this reason that although among the other high-ranking officers who heard this, three of them themselves or their ancestors had been civilians, and their faces suddenly flashed with displeasure, but they did not refute this point, after all, there were only a few people with the talent of the four professions from ancient times to the present, and each of them was a representative of the top aristocratic class.

Only the officers with gray temples disagreed.

"If it were a time of war tension, such a suspected disguised demon would naturally have to be executed immediately, but now we have won." The officer's face showed an excited look and he looked around at his colleagues: "Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, this orphan is not a disguised demon, for the sake of the great Lordaeron Kingdom, we should not make a hasty decision and lose a valuable talent." ”

The officers in the tent fell silent.

After waiting for a while, the officer who had said that he would be executed immediately was very embarrassed and continued: "Identifying high-level disguised demons requires a high-level mage above level 8, and it also costs expensive precious materials, not to mention who will pay for those materials, just for high-level mages, it will be necessary to have those filthy Dalaran waste....."

Just like in the plot, the alliance at this stage is very hostile to the mage community.

There are many historical reasons for this, involving some secrets before and after the establishment of the kingdom of Dalaran, plus the mage profession comes from the inheritance of the high elves, and it itself has a mysterious color, with great power and is feared by ordinary people, and the appearance of high-level mages in the past hundred years has often been accompanied by demons, monsters, and death, and has always been very unpopular.

Even according to unverifiable information, the cause of the orc war is inextricably linked to the mage.

At present, the high-ranking officers in the tent are more or less prejudiced and hostile to the mage, and no one wants to deal with that group of selfish mages, so they have not continued to answer at this point, as if they are ready to skip this topic and ignore it, and there is a great sense of delaying the matter of disguising the demon indefinitely.

At this time, the curtain of the tent was opened.

"I think I heard some idiot spewing manure all over his mouth?" A man dressed in a gorgeous mage robe, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a very smooth chin and beard, walked in with a diskind face, the pressing momentum and the pressure of the robe without wind vibration, the slightly shiny blue emblem on the chest of the robe, showing that this was a high-ranking mage of Dalaran, and looked fixedly at the officer who had just spoken.

"You?!" The officer who spoke was taken aback and jumped up from the wooden chair and took several steps back.

The other officers tightened their grips on their weapons.

Fortunately, a person who came in later eased the tense atmosphere, it was the middle-aged priest who appeared when Wu Hao was arrested two days ago, after seeing this priest, although most of the senior officers present were much higher in rank than the priest, they still saluted him respectfully: "Your Excellency the Grand Prosecutor." ”

"Hello colleagues." The Grand Prosecutor smiled and looked at the mage, "This one is Marta from the Dalaran Kingdom..."

"No need to talk nonsense, Ethan Lien, just looking at this bunch of idiots makes me uncomfortable." The mage was very unfriendly in both his expression and tone, and after seeing the reaction of everyone in the tent, he mocked: "Thirteen idiots gathered in a bunch and talking idiotic things, obviously geniuses with natural magic resistance, were identified as disguised demons and were to be executed, just thinking about it makes me feel really idiot." ”

After saying that, the mage turned around and left the tent.

The high-ranking officers, who were originally very angry, did not stand up and respond when they were called idiots by the mage, and it was from here that we could see the weight of the mage in their eyes, and only after the mage had left for a while did the officers relax from their combat alert and realize the meaning of the mage's gunpowder-smelling words.

Suddenly, the eyes of every officer lit up.

And Ethan Lane, who had already seen everyone's reactions, didn't wait for any officer to speak, and said with a smile first: "That orphan has been identified by Archmage Mataus, ruling out any possibility of disguising the demon, and the sage has already known the news and decided to accept him as a student, so you officers don't have to worry about this matter anymore." ”

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