In the face of the Horde's absolute air superiority, it was naturally unrealistic to let Aurelia and Lanlos take away a team of dragon eagles. As a result, dozens of miles outside the main road of Silvermoon City, a group of Salas military horses slowly appeared at the end of the horizon.

"That ......" the familiar outline of Silvermoon City slowly became clear in sight, and Lanlos sighed and called out to the Ranger Lord who hadn't opened his mouth since he set out, "Aurelia?"

The Elven Ranger turned a deaf ear and didn't listen to him at all, still concentrating on driving his mount.

I don't know if it's an illusion, this Nizi seems to be silently speeding up?

With a helpless look, Lan Los immediately drove his mount to catch up: "Maybe you won't care, but I think it's better to say hello." ”

Although she was a little surprised by this guy's riding skills, since she was already on a par with herself, it would be too deliberate to turn a deaf ear, Aurelia turned her head impatiently: "Since you know that I won't care, what else do you say?"

The corners of Lanloth's mouth twitched fiercely, but remembering what he was going to do next, he held back his anger and did not get angry: "I want to say that after stepping into the Shepherd's Gate, I will leave the team and will not go with you to the Court of the Sun. ”

"Isn't that pretty?" Aurelia raised an eyebrow, "You're an exile and aren't allowed to move freely in Silvermoon without the permission of the King and the Lords. ”

"Ha, are you worried about me? Lanlos threw a very ambiguous look.

One can imagine how disgusted Aurelia would be: "Yes, I'm just worried that your actions will ruin our alliance with humans. ”

Looking at the approaching wall, Aurelia turned her head and said firmly, "I'm going to keep an eye on you, so you'd better not play any tricks." ”

"Then it's up to you. Anyway, he shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything more.

Such a perfunctory tone seemed to Aurelia to be a provocation on the part of Akago, but when she turned her head with her eyes glaring, she realized that the guy had slowed down and had fallen to the back of the group.

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In recent days, news of the Horde invasion has caused such panic that a large number of Queldorei civilians have taken refuge in Silvermoon City far from their homes.

In front of the tall and open shepherd's door, anxious elven refugees lined up, one by one under intense scrutiny. It's also fortunate that Quel'Salas is sparsely populated, otherwise this place would have been blocked by now, right?

Seeing that the road ahead was still smooth, Aurelia breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately showed the compound bow behind her back to the soldiers who had come to inquire.

Sastrora's name is much better than any secret code.

The elven soldier bowed to her with respect on his face, didn't ask anything, and just made way of the way.

Aurelia beckoned, and led the group to ride into the city, but as soon as she passed through the shepherd's gate, she seemed to think of something, and subconsciously looked back. Suddenly, her face was so gloomy that she seemed to be able to drip water.

At the end of the procession, a military horse was alone and swaying its limp limbs, and as for its rider, it had long since disappeared without a trace.

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Speaking of which, Lanlos is really not familiar with Silvermoon City. He hadn't been to Silvermoon City many times, and there was only a handful of time to wander the streets like he did now.

Still, he remembers very well how he felt when he first stepped into the city.

Stunning and grandiose.

The elves' impressive artistic skills are almost vividly displayed in this bustling and beautiful city. At the same time, the open street divides the entire Silvermoon City at a very appropriate distance, which not only allows the houses and gardens on both sides of the street to echo each other, but also perfectly reflects the grand atmosphere of the city.

But now, the streets are full of people, and although most of the local residents and businessmen are willing to accept refugees, many more are still sitting on the ground in the streets, with blank faces.

Years of isolation have led to a singular belief and a clear goal, and ideological unity has become the best condition for the equality of the whole society.

It is a pity that the aristocracy, which has continued since ancient times, has formed a strong class contrast in people's minds. This kind of deep distinction between the high and the low, which is deep to the bones, has put the stability of the entire society to a great test.

Civilians in the middle and lower echelons of status, wealth, and power can use this as a motivation to further promote the productivity and motivation of Quel'Thalas. But in turbulent times like the present, it is easy for the toiling masses who have toiled for most of their lives to contradict the bourgeoisie and the aristocracy.

There is no such thing as right and wrong, but this kind of human nature is a great test of the ruling class's ability to adapt.

Luckily, Queldore, though not well regarded by outsiders, has been a quality that has been cherished in their hearts ever since they set foot on the land.

The refugees, appeased and led by the elven guards, marched in an orderly manner towards the makeshift shelter, and the smell of food wafted in so far that even Lanloth salivated. Mountains of supplies were distributed to civilians in an orderly manner, and although it took several days, there were still sufficient logistical supplies that made everyone's hearts fall for themselves.

I have to say that although the people in the Silver Moon Council don't have much vision, they are indeed rich......

Thinking of the elven government's attitude towards him, and comparing it with the current situation, Lanlos couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

What? Let him think about whether it is his own problem? Nonsense, capable people are always susceptible to being ostracized by the public. This is an eternal truth.

With this optimism in mind, Lanlos walked awrithly towards the path where the crowds were becoming less and less crowded.

However, I don't know if he noticed, some of the elven guards who were busy in the crowd subconsciously glanced at this elf who was out of place with everyone.

In those puzzled eyes, there was occasionally a flash of realization and surprise.

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"Okay, let's be quiet. Anastarian rubbed his brow, but no matter how hard he tried, the wrinkles between his brows were never smoothed.

Although his voice was full of vicissitudes, his unangry and self-righteous momentum still easily stopped the nobles and lords from talking to each other.

Nodding in satisfaction, His Majesty the King returned his gaze to the capable ranger in front of him, "Aurelia Windranger, I have heard of the contributions and sacrifices you and your family have made for our homeland. ”

"It may be a little late, but on behalf of all of Quel'Thalas, I pay tribute to you and your heroic compatriots. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Aurelia bowed, "But the purpose of my trip is not to ask for credit, the orcs and trolls are still running rampant on our land, and our homeland is still in danger. ”

"Yes. Anastarian nodded in agreement, "Prince Kael'thas has already relayed the news to me, but I'm still surprised by their speed and guts. ”

The king stood up, his back straight, his eyes blazing, and his eyes, though his beard was white, and his face wrinkled, "Say, what does Sylvanas need?

"An experienced army, and ......" Aurelia didn't mean politely, she was a soldier and not a politician, she disdained vanity and wrongdoing, "your permission." ”

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