Silvermoon City.

Lotherma noticed that the trolls' attacks were a little strange these days, and he couldn't understand them. He was tempted to go to Sylvanas and ask, in his mind, the Ranger General, although he was a woman, was superior in force and military talent to many men, including himself, but the thought of Karl, the bastard, was also over there, he skipped the idea.

So, he crossed over to Sylvanas and reported the situation to the king himself.

"You're saying that the soldiers the trolls send to the battlefield these days are very cowardly, and you just cast a few spells and shoot a rain of arrows, and they retreat?" Anastarian made no secret of his suspicion.

Anastarian wasn't the kind of king to stay on a throne in the safety of his seat, he had been on the battlefield himself, and had cut off the heads of countless trolls with his own hands, as evidenced by the flaming blow from his waist.

As the enemies of the High Elves for thousands of years, they have known each other very well, and the trolls have never lacked the courage to die, otherwise Quel'Salas would not have been at war for thousands of years. But now, how could Lotherma believe that the trolls would be cowardly, even if it was just a rain of arrows to make them retreat?

Naturally, Lothima could see the look on the king's face clearly, and he nodded firmly to the king.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" There was also a hint of confusion on Lotherma's face, "After those trolls retreat, it won't be long before they will be driven back into the battlefield again, and I see the presence of law enforcement teams in their rear army. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely not mistaken!"

Faced with Lotherma's expression that Lao Tzu could vouch for with a human head, Anastarian couldn't help but be silent, and thought deeply, could this be a conspiracy of the tribe to lure us into attacking? Anastarian had some guesses, but he didn't say it, and in front of his subordinates, the leader could not easily reveal his thoughts.

Waving off Lotharma, Anastarian called in a guard and whispered a few words in his ear, who nodded in understanding, then saluted and turned and walked out.

…………

"Your Majesty!" Sylvanas saluted the king, then quietly glared at Karl, who was standing still.

Karl snorted and turned his head away, ignoring her, and not looking at the king.

Anastarian didn't care about Karl's rudeness, he laughed, and said to the two of them in a mocking tone:

"It seems that I chose a time that was not so good," Seeing Sylvanas's face slightly red, Karl turned his head and glared at him fiercely, with a cannibalistic expression: Since you know that you shouldn't disturb, you still send someone

Carl finally caught Sylvanas alone, slammed her against the wall, and released a sweet taste that he hadn't tasted for a long time, who knew that he had just entered the state, and was interrupted by the guards sent by the king, and then although the queen Fan but the thin-skinned Sylvanas said that he was not sure to continue, Carl, who was full of depression, had to come with her to see the king, and naturally he would not have a good face.

"Young people, understandable, but you have to pay attention to the time, you still have a long way to go."

Anastarian spoke in a parental tone, but Karl felt that the old fellow was purely deliberate, and was about to give some color to see, Sylvanas coughed and took a step forward.

"Your Majesty, is there anything you need to order?"

Speaking of business, Anastarian put away his joking expression as he recounted Lotherma's findings in detail.

Sylvanas was startled at first, then turned to look at Karl with a questioning look: You didn't explain your analysis to Your Majesty?

Karl shrugged: I forgot!

Well, Carl did it on purpose, he deliberately let those council guys experience what it was like to burn their butts, and let them know that Silvermoon City wasn't always safe.

Sylvanas gave him a blank look, she naturally knew very well that Carl was not dealing with those guys in the council, and she also guessed Carl's thoughts, and she was suddenly a little angry and funny.

"Your Majesty, the situation may be like this......"

Sylvanas gave the king a detailed account of Karl's plan and analysis, and then ventured to guess that Cal's plan had been successfully put into effect, and that some of the troll's new leaders were ruling out dissidents.

Anastarian then understood that the troll's anomaly was what it was, but why Karl hadn't told him, he looked at Karl, who had a calm expression, as if to say, 'I won't tell you'.

Anastarian smiled bitterly, as a king, he probably guessed Karl's thoughts, but,

"The next time you have such thoughts, can you think about me as an old man," the king looked at Karl with a resentful expression, "will I still stand on their side?" ”

Of course, Carl has 10,000 trust in Anastarian, who let him pick him up and raise him, as a Chinese person, the virtue of reciprocating the grace of a drop of water, Carl is of course in his soul, in this unaccompanied world, the old king is more like his father who loves himself.

"I'm just wary that you, like that King of Lane, will always do things that you think are right, but in fact bring endless disasters when you are old."

Anastarian's face was embarrassed, and Karl's tone let him know that Karl still regarded himself as a relative, but can you respect the elder, I am old, but I am not stupid.

"So when the Alliance was about to withdraw its troops back to Lordaeron, you didn't even make a gesture of stopping, but instead supported them as much as possible?" Anastarian suddenly figured out a lot of things, "Just to make Silvermoon City feel a sense of crisis, let us know that we are not as safe as we imagined, our allies are not as reliable as we imagined, and all the tribulations are still to be borne by ourselves in the end?!" ”

Anastarian's tone was a little agitated, not angry, but moved. He didn't expect that Carl, who usually talked about his antipathy for the High Elves, would be able to silently pay so much for Silvermoon City. Although he had said that Carl would make Silvermoon City his home, he also knew Carl's personality well that Carl was disgusted by the extravagance and ignorance of the council and the nobility.

"This is my home, isn't it?!"

Karl spread his hands indifferently.

"No matter how much a person hates his family, but when they encounter a disaster, they will always try their best to help them, I just do what I have to do."

"No," Anastarian said loudly, shaking his head, "I know, Carl, you've had a strong sense of independence since you were a child, and I can feel that you've never really made this your home, or rather, Silvermoon doesn't make you feel at home. ”

He waved his hand, stopping Carl from blurting out the words, "I said before you left, you are a little guy who is not like ordinary people, you will not belong only to Quel'Thalas, but I want you to make this your home, as your recreational haven, I used to think that it was just my wishful thinking, but, now...... I'm sure you've done it. ”

Sylvanas also looked at Carl with some sympathy, even though she was already close to Carl and was only one last step away, but sometimes, she could still feel a kind of loneliness and loneliness that Carl unintentionally revealed, as if a traveler was standing on a high mountain peak, staring at the sunset that was gradually sinking, but deeply missing his hometown. For a moment, she even felt like Carl wasn't of this world.

Listening to the old king's heartfelt emotion, Carl also had some loss in his heart that only he could experience, and for the old king who praised his children like a father, Carl pretended to sigh helplessly:

"It seems that you won't believe anything I say, anyway, you're so sure, then when what you say is right."

Anastarian and Sylvanas laughed at the same time, amused by Carl's childish behavior of admitting it in his heart, but refusing to admit defeat on his lips, perhaps this is also one of Carl's strengths.