The calculator Passarena is famous even in its original history. As the final boss of the energy ship, this guy is not only a clever mage, but also a well-known weapon master!

He is a genius in the field of technology, and in a short period of time he has discovered some of Stormhold's Naru techniques and developed his own methods of freeing the Blood Elves from their addiction in the Outlands during the Burning Expedition.

Overall, this is a well-rounded high-tech talent. Roland quickly found information about the other party in his mind, and it seemed that there was one more thing to add now, which was not to deal with ordinary High Elf mages.

"Your expression is a little strange?" The mage looked at Roland and froze in place, wondering, "Have we seen each other before?" ”

"No, I just think you're a little different from other mages," the young man who reacted quickly apologized and introduced himself, "Roland Morning Song, a second-order warrior, is from Taquilin. ”

Passaren nodded in understanding, "It's been a long time for the mages of the Well of the Sun to forget the blood shed by their ancestors, but the shadows of darkness still look at Quel'Thalas. ”

"Shadows of darkness?" Roland was a little confused for a moment, why did the topic change so quickly?

"Stupid!" Sylvanas, who had been sitting quietly on the sidelines, seemed to finally be unable to hold back, and was full of anger as soon as she spoke.

"The Descenders have been spreading rumors that orcs from another world will invade Quel'Thalas, my brother will die, my sister will marry a despicable human, and I will die at the hands of the fallen Prince Lordaeron in a dozen years as a filthy undead!"

As she spoke, the female elf's emotions became more and more intense, and her sea-blue eyes flashed with anger in the light of the fire.

"Originally, we didn't care, but the merchant ship that came back from Stratholme a few days ago brought news of the human kingdom, and the same prophecy was almost circulating there." Sylvanas breathed a sigh of relief, "So I'm going to see if the Prophecy of the Advent is true or false!" ”

Following her words, Passareen continued: "In addition to this, there is also the rumor of the destruction of the Well of the Sun, and the succumb of Prince Kael'thas to the demons, for which my teacher has asked me to investigate and verify the origin of the Advent and their prophecies. ”

The mage hid the message that he would die in the Outlands, but the young man could still feel a slight tremor in his voice.

"Therefore, Sylvanas and I plan to continue south to the Human Kingdom once we arrive at the address of the newly built fortress."

Speaking of this, he paused, "I heard that you are also planning to go to the human realm, why don't you go with us?" ”

At this moment, if you can't understand it anymore, it is really a donkey kicking in the head. It seems that Leonik saw that he was ready to go to the powerful plan, and pulled down his face and entrusted himself to the other party. After all, he was just a second-order low-level warrior, and the two of them were a fifth-order middle-level mage, and the other was a famous queen, if they could take care of their own safety, they would definitely be safe.

Thinking of this, Roland immediately expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you for your help—" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Miss Sylvanas, your friend Kapal has something to report to you."

Roland turned his head with an annoyed face, only to see a medium-sized elf standing a few steps behind him, looking down with a low eyebrow. The other party has long thick black hair, but it may not have been taken care of, it looks messy, and in the dark night, those dark green eyes are impressive.

The female ranger frowned, she didn't seem to be very interested in this guy, "Captain Leonik is the commander of this convoy, please report something to him!" ”

"Also, call me Captain Sylvanas, the Adventist!"

"As you wish, Captain Sylvanas." The green-eyed elf didn't show any displeasure, but instead took a hint of pride, "My companion has received news that trolls from Zuaman will attack our convoy heading south. ”

"Where did you get the news?" Leonik's face was gloomy, and his voice was cold and majestic.

The elf named Kapal did not speak, but pointed to the east, then bowed, took a few steps back, and turned away.

"Why didn't you leave him behind?" The female ranger was furious by the other party's provocative look.

"We are Queldore, and we can't make a move on our own people." Passaren picked up a twig and picked a fire, causing a burst of sparks.

"Are they our compatriots? When I saw those green eyes, I could only think of those green skins in the forest! ”

"At least the Silvermoon Council has recognized their identity", the elven mage shrugged, "Their eyes that are different from ours are only infected by the magical energy that twists the void, that's the conclusion of the master of the Silvermoon Council. ”

"That group of guys killed hundreds of innocent residents of Windranger Village on the first day they appeared!" Sylvanas had gritted her teeth.

"That group of criminals has been duly punished, and you can't implicate the entire group because of the actions of one individual, it's irrational."

The mage did not give an inch, it seems that many years of mage life really did not make him understand a simple truth: never reason with a woman!

"Okay, the only thing you can do now is to be more vigilant, I will arrange double mann patrols at night, all you have to do now is to have a good rest!"

The good old uncle finally couldn't see it anymore, and used his prestige to separate the two and send them back to their respective tents. Then he turned his head.

"Roland."

"Uncle Leonik!" The young man was in good spirits.

"Take your shield and your sword, and if anything goes wrong, follow Passaren, it's a good lad."

The warrior stroked the young man's shoulder, sighed, and turned away, leaving only a back and a muffled word.

"Take care to protect yourself."

In the simple two-person tent, the young man once again checked his sword and shield by the light of the fire outside, and prepared to lie down and rest. However, the other man in the tent only used one sentence to fulfill his idea.

"Roland, aren't you curious at all? Where did the Adventists get the news? ”

It was Passaren's voice, and the young man understood that it was Uncle Leonik who had arranged himself with him as a form of protection for himself.

"The Advent." Roland replied mechanically, and the kimono got under the blanket, the temperature at night in the ghost land is not high, and the necessary warmth is indispensable.

"And who informed the enemy?" The mage still wouldn't give up.

Whoever told me that a mage needs to rest enough every day to be able to cast spells, I promise not to beat him to death! The young man complained fiercely in his heart before answering the other party's question. "Whoever has the benefit will do it."

"This time, maybe it's going to be really troublesome." The mage said this to himself, but there was still no response, and when he stopped, he realized that the young man had fallen asleep.

Passarene could only sigh with emotion, no heart, no lungs, no troubles, but he didn't know that Roland's mind was actually very simple-since there were two guys with names and surnames, there was a good chance that he would pass the test safely; What's more, Sylvanas's sister is still a ranger general, could it be that Aurelia will watch her sister die at the hands of trolls?

It's a pity that if he thinks a little deeper, he will understand that this incident may not have happened in the original history, so the outcome of the matter is really unpredictable.

In the middle of a gloomy forest, a tall green-skinned troll stood on a makeshift platform. Zurkin carried a giant axe upside down, ** on his upper body, revealing several hideous scars. For him, these scars are a warrior's medal, and a constant reminder of his blood feud with the High Elves.

"Everyone is trying to take something from us, and now, we want everything that belongs to us back!"

"Anyone who tries to stop us will die in their own blood, and we want those damned elves to remember us forever, and remember the great Amani Empire!"

After saying that, Zurgin raised his battle axe high, plunged deep into the mound of earth at his feet, took out a huge blood-red gem from his breast pocket and shouted, his burning eyes full of longing and hatred.

"Revenge begins!"

"We are invincible—"

An earth-shattering answer rang out from the audience.

"Amani!"