"It was a really quiet night...... That sentence. ”

Rhona Crolley said.

"Really? Do you think so too, Rona? ”

Aurelia had a rare playful smile - even though she wasn't a little girl anymore, she needed to relax from time to time.

"Well, indeed...... It's so uncalm. ”

Rhona Crolley sighed - how nice it would be if she could forget that His Royal Highness Prince Alsace of Lordaeron pressed his fiancée naked against the bed!

……

It's not just Rhona Croray who has her own troubles, but so does Jean Grey Mayne.

When his teacher, Baron Vincent Goffrey, his most trusted minister, went to the coalition camp not far outside King Gilneth on an assassination mission, Jean Greymayne stayed up all night.

The king of the kingdom of Gilneth was full of contradictions - he did not want to lose his mentor in life, Lord Vincent Goffrey, and hoped that Lord Vincent Guffrey's plan could be carried out smoothly, so that he and his kingdom could turn over and extricate themselves from such a crisis.

Jean Greymayne's son, Liam Greymayne, had been with his father before, but he had been too tired to go and rest.

So, in the huge study, Jean Greymayne was left alone; His Majesty, the King of the Kingdom of Gilneis, was sitting at his desk, but he was so impatient that he stood up and paced all over the ground, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

At this moment, with a "bang", the door of Jean Greyman's study was slammed open, and an attendant rushed in in a hurry.

"What's going on? Is there news from the coalition camp outside? Isn't that group of guys a mess? Did they start withdrawing their troops? ”

Jean Greymane didn't pursue the squire's faux pas, for he wanted too much to know about the outside world—and though he had lost the courage to do so, he longed for a miracle to be born.

"I didn't ...... No? ”

The squire was held tightly by the shoulders by Jean Greyman. His face flushed, and he replied blankly—how could it be? Your Majesty, is this crazy?

Now even the children in the city of King Gilneth know that the city has been surrounded by the armies of 100,000 other human nations.

Whether it will survive tomorrow's attack is still unknown; Everyone was waiting for His Majesty to come up with an idea, but ...... His Majesty the King is daydreaming of the enemy retreating without a fight?

- thought so. The squire felt that the country was indeed doomed; He began to wonder if he should also run away from the palace, and maybe he could steal something of value from the palace before escaping.

"Then what are you doing in here? Get out! ”

Jean Greymane was stunned at the squire's answer, and then shouted in exasperation—he realized how ridiculous his gaffe was. I couldn't help but push the squire away.

The guard was pushed by Jean Greymane and stumbled backwards, barely steady.

"But, Your Majesty...... Maritime! There's a huge fleet coming from the sea! ”

The squire remembered his mission, and he hurriedly reported to Jean Greymane.

"At sea?"

Jean Grey Maine was a little overwhelmed for a moment—his energy was so absorbed by Lord Vincent's actions that he was completely indifferent to anything else.

"Yes, at sea! The sentry on the watchtower to the south said that the fleets were flying the flags of Kurtiras, Lordaeron and Stormgard! ”

The squire continued.

"Nonsense, who else could there be?"

Jean Greymayne scolded angrily - obviously, this is the lord of the kingdom of Kul Tiras. At the same time, it was also the fleet of the Alliance Admiral Daillin Broadmoore.

The naval fleet of the Alliance has always been composed of the navies of various countries, and they are uniformly under the command of Daling Broadmoore; However, the Kingdom of Gilneth withdrew from the Alliance, Stormwind City was in ruins, and there was no spare financial resources to rebuild the navy, so in the current Alliance Navy, the Kingdom of Kurtilas was the dominant family, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron was second because of the incorporation of some North Sea pirates.

As for the kingdom of Stormgard...... After losing most of its ships in the Balatine Gulf six years ago, the traditional land power had neglected to build its navy, and now only a few old ships were left to reap the benefits of the Union navy.

"That'...... So what do we do? Those commanders are waiting for your orders, Your Majesty. ”

The squire said pitifully—he was only a messenger, but he was poured out all his anger on his head by Jean Greymane.

"What can I do? Tell the idiots. Get back to sleep for me! Damn it...... Don't they know that there is no way to land on our shores? This bunch of idiots...... And you, you're an idiot too! This kind of news is going to trouble me...... Get lost! Get out of here! ”

Jean Greymane lost his temper again, and this time, the squire didn't hold on. Instead, he hurried out of Jean Greymane's study—the experience of this night had made him determined to escape, so he took off a golden wall hanging that had been used to decorate the hallway as he passed a corner, and put it into his arms.

"High Frey...... High Frey...... Light bless, you must succeed......"

The squire had been driven away, and Jean Greymayne's study was deserted again; His Majesty, the king of the kingdom of Gilneis, wilted helplessly on the cold floor. Looking at the blue and white cold moonlight that came in through the window, he murmured in embarrassment.

……

"Your Excellency Dalin, our fleet is ready."

It seems that at all times, Anne Bonn likes to expose her fiery body to the air; At this time, she did not look like she was neatly dressed in front of Artace, but wore extremely short trousers, revealing two slender and strong thighs; The upper body was only wrapped around the chest, and the waves/waves/waves/surges/peaks trembled slightly with her breathing under the moonlight, as if they were competing with the endless sea below the ship.

Roswich and Gerak stood beside Admiral Daryin Proudmoore, and although they were looking at the distant city of King Gilneth with a telescope in a serious manner, they were actually sneaking a sneaky glimpse of Anne Bonn's sexuality/seductiveness. (To be continued.) )

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"It was a really quiet night...... That sentence. ”

Rhona Crolley said.

"Really? Do you think so too, Rona? ”

Aurelia had a rare playful smile - even though she wasn't a little girl anymore, she needed to relax from time to time.

"Well, indeed...... It's so uncalm. ”

Rhona Crolley sighed - how nice it would be if she could forget that His Royal Highness Prince Alsace of Lordaeron pressed his fiancée naked against the bed!

……

It's not just Rhona Croray who has her own troubles, but so does Jean Grey Mayne.

When his teacher, Baron Vincent Goffrey, his most trusted minister, went to the coalition camp not far outside King Gilneth on an assassination mission, Jean Greymayne stayed up all night.

The king of the kingdom of Gilneth was full of contradictions - he did not want to lose his mentor in life, Lord Vincent Goffrey, and hoped that Lord Vincent Guffrey's plan could be carried out smoothly, so that he and his kingdom could turn over and extricate themselves from such a crisis.

Jean Greymayne's son, Liam Greymayne, had been with his father before, but he had been too tired to go and rest.

So, in the huge study, Jean Greymayne was left alone; His Majesty, the King of the Kingdom of Gilneis, was sitting at his desk, but he was so impatient that he stood up and paced all over the ground, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

At this moment, with a "bang", the door of Jean Greyman's study was slammed open, and an attendant rushed in in a hurry.

"What's going on? Is there news from the coalition camp outside? Isn't that group of guys a mess? Did they start withdrawing their troops? ”

Jean Greymane didn't pursue the squire's faux pas, for he wanted too much to know about the outside world—and though he had lost the courage to do so, he longed for a miracle to be born.

"I didn't ...... No? ”

The squire was held tightly by the shoulders by Jean Greyman. His face flushed, and he replied blankly—how could it be? Your Majesty, is this crazy?

Now even the children in the city of King Gilneth know that the city has been surrounded by the armies of 100,000 other human nations.

Whether it will survive tomorrow's attack is still unknown; Everyone was waiting for His Majesty to come up with an idea, but ...... His Majesty the King is daydreaming of the enemy retreating without a fight?

- thought so. The squire felt that the country was indeed doomed; He began to wonder if he should also run away from the palace, and maybe he could steal something of value from the palace before escaping.

"Then what are you doing in here? Get out! ”

Jean Greymane was stunned at the squire's answer, and then shouted in exasperation—he realized how ridiculous his gaffe was. I couldn't help but push the squire away.

The guard was pushed by Jean Greymane and stumbled backwards, barely steady.

"But, Your Majesty...... Maritime! There's a huge fleet coming from the sea! ”

The squire remembered his mission, and he hurriedly reported to Jean Greymane.

"At sea?"

Jean Grey Maine was a little overwhelmed for a moment—his energy was so absorbed by Lord Vincent's actions that he was completely indifferent to anything else.

"Yes, at sea! The sentry on the watchtower to the south said that the fleets were flying the flags of Kurtiras, Lordaeron and Stormgard! ”

The squire continued.

"Nonsense, who else could there be?"

Jean Greymayne scolded angrily - obviously, this is the lord of the kingdom of Kul Tiras. At the same time, it was also the fleet of the Alliance Admiral Daillin Broadmoore.

The naval fleet of the Alliance has always been composed of the navies of various countries, and they are uniformly under the command of Daling Broadmoore; However, the Kingdom of Gilneth withdrew from the Alliance, Stormwind City was in ruins, and there was no spare financial resources to rebuild the navy, so in the current Alliance Navy, the Kingdom of Kurtilas was the dominant family, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron was second because of the incorporation of some North Sea pirates.

As for the kingdom of Stormgard...... After losing most of its ships in the Balatine Gulf six years ago, the traditional land power had neglected to build its navy, and now only a few old ships were left to reap the benefits of the Union navy.

"That'...... So what do we do? Those commanders are waiting for your orders, Your Majesty. ”

The squire said pitifully—he was only a messenger, but he was poured out all his anger on his head by Jean Greymane.

"What can I do? Tell the idiots. Get back to sleep for me! Damn it...... Don't they know that there is no way to land on our shores? This bunch of idiots...... And you, you're an idiot too! This kind of news is going to trouble me...... Get lost! Get out of here! ”

Jean Greymane lost his temper again, and this time, the squire didn't hold on. Instead, he hurried out of Jean Greymane's study—the experience of this night had made him determined to escape, so he took off a golden wall hanging that had been used to decorate the hallway as he passed a corner, and put it into his arms.

"High Frey...... High Frey...... Light bless, you must succeed......"

The squire had been driven away, and Jean Greymayne's study was deserted again; His Majesty, the king of the kingdom of Gilneis, wilted helplessly on the cold floor. Looking at the blue and white cold moonlight that came in through the window, he murmured in embarrassment.

……

"Your Excellency Dalin, our fleet is ready."

It seems that at all times, Anne Bonn likes to expose her fiery body to the air; At this time, she did not look like she was neatly dressed in front of Artace, but wore extremely short trousers, revealing two slender and strong thighs; The upper body was only wrapped around the chest, and the waves/waves/waves/surges/peaks trembled slightly with her breathing under the moonlight, as if they were competing with the endless sea below the ship.

Roswich and Gerak stood beside Admiral Daryin Proudmoore, and although they were looking at the distant city of King Gilneth with a telescope in a serious manner, they were actually sneaking a sneaky glimpse of Anne Bonn's sexuality/seductiveness. (To be continued.) )

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