Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Cesar led his team to sneak into the plains. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They roughly calculated the location of their camp based on the direction of the trolls' escape during the day, although the trolls also set up patrol posts around the perimeter, but the defense was not tight, not to mention that the night was the natural home of the night elves.

The moonlight casts a layer of illusion on the Night Elves, exposing their enemies and hiding themselves.

"That's a lot!"

This is a sentence that Jia Lei blurted out when he saw the light of the fire in the grassland.

Because it is located in the plain zone, there is no particularly high place on the terrain, so the Night Elves can only spread out like this for a rough observation, but according to visual statistics, they quickly concluded that the number of troll troops stationed at the border of the forest is dozens of times that of the Night Elves, as many as thousands.

A cool breeze blew in the air, making the blades of grass on the plains rattle, and making the Night Elves' hearts tense.

In the line of sight, the trolls have already lit a campfire on the grassland, and they are active for several kilometers, and in the center of the camp, a group of irascible creatures are concentrated, and a colorful velociraptor is the domesticated mount of the troll.

What the Night Elves still didn't know was that the trolls stationed here were only a third of the entire Amani Empire's expeditionary force. But even so, they look spectacular, and it feels like putting giants and gobits together, and you can see the huge gap at a glance.

"Will we really be able to defeat such an enemy?" The Night Elves couldn't help but ask themselves.

They had already tortured the trolls from the captives, but what they asked was not comparable to what they had seen with their own eyes, which made everyone's joy of defeating the trolls during the day suddenly disappear, just like when you are full of joy and think that you have finished the work at hand, and you can finally relax and rest, the boss comes over and pats you on the shoulder, and tells you how you feel when the next vacation is all spent working overtime.

Their self-confidence was shaken, after all, they were too small compared to such a behemoth.

Cesar didn't comment on this, he remembered what his duty was to bring back the troll's information as it was, rather than relying on his subjective evaluation. He led his subordinates, using the night and moonlight as a disguise, and observed the entire troll formation in great detail from all angles. The only pity is that the Night Elves' stealth is not used for movement, and they can't go deep into the camp like the thieves' stealth, and they have to retreat when they almost alarm the other party.

They didn't expect that because of such an erroneous mistake, the trolls were thrown away, and the trolls on duty swore that the ghosts of the day had come to take revenge again, and disappeared into the air with their heads exposed, causing a lot of commotion among the trolls.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the Night Elves, who have returned the same way back to the Well of Eternity.

When Azhara confirmed from Cesar that there were indeed a large number of trolls entrenched on the forest border, it wasn't the first time she'd heard the story, but she was undoubtedly more worried than ever.

"What do you think is going to do with these trolls, Cesar?" Aishara asked the strong warrior in front of him, although Cesar's actual age was not much older than her, but because of his composure and strength, he was second to none among the warriors of the Night Elves today, if it weren't for the fact that the Night Elves did not follow the system of chieftains, he might be the de facto leader now.

Cesar was silent for a moment, then replied, "...... Perhaps, you should ask Brother Darth Rema if there is anything he can do. ”

Azhara began to think that he was unhappy that she had insisted on keeping Darth Rema and sent him to scout - because it was more like the work of a commando, and as she was about to explain, she found that Cesar's expression was calm, just a lingering melancholy.

Eshara and Cesar didn't have much of a close relationship, just because his sister Vasqi was her maid, so he occasionally talked about her rigid and inflexible brother. In those descriptions, Eshara conjured up an image of guarding against arrogance and impetuosity, calm and steady, overlapping with the man in front of her.

Maybe not because of jealousy, Aishara thought.

"I see, it's really hard for you, please go and rest, maybe you will need to set foot on the battlefield again in the near future."

"Of course, it's my duty." He put his hand on his chest, gave a salute, and then pretended not to see Vasqui, who was beside Azshara, winked at him, and left with his men.

Azhara turned her head to look at Vaschi, who was sulking at Cesar, who was ignoring her, and snorted at her, "If you have anything to say, go ahead." ”

"There's nothing to tell him." Vaschi muttered with puffed cheeks.

"But if the war officially starts, maybe I won't be able to speak for a long time." Aishara laughed.

As soon as she said this, Vaschi's expression immediately faltered, and she looked up at Aisara, obviously between her duty and selfish desires, "But ......"

"Go ahead." Aishara touched her head.

"Then, then I'll go and see that stupid brother, anyway, he's so rough, he must be fine, I'll come in a while." Although he said this, Vasqi couldn't wait to run away.

Looking at her back, Shandora, the eldest of the maids, said dissatisfiedly, "It's too casual. ”

"She's still a child." Aishara didn't care.

"Lord Azhara, with all due respect, you are too permissive to Vashara, even if you are young, but you are also the priest's handmaiden, and Dalena and Pace are not much older than Vaskey, but they are not as free as her...... "Because there are only two of them here, she does not have to maintain the prestige of Azhara like in public, and reasonable advice is also one of the duties of the maid.

That's too old. Aishara said.

She didn't really want to contradict Shandora's words, because it would expose her to more whining, and although her maid was shrewd and able to protect her face in front of outsiders, she was just too nagging.

No one is perfect, who doesn't have some shortcomings?

Thankfully, Azhara had long enough time to learn how to deal with her worrisome maid: "I see, so be it." ”

She agreed, but there was nothing substantive about it, and Sandora knew it, and she sighed slightly, "Although it may be transgressive, what are you going to do about the enemy?" ”

"Just do what Cesar said, go and ask Darth Rema what he can do." Aishara said.

"Understood, I'll go find him to see you."

"No," Azhara waved at her, "I'd better go myself, I think, I know where he is." ”

Azhara said as she looked at the butterflies fluttering their wings from the flowers and flying into the sky.