"It looks like we're not the only ones looking for her. Looking at the Amani Nylon Eagle that was constantly hovering over the jungle at the end of the line of sight, Aurelia's eyes narrowed slightly, and then slowly pulled away from Sadora, "All ready!"

Behind him, a group of dragon eagle riders bent their bows and arrows, and the sound of their bows opening in unison made the air tremble.

"Shred them!"

......

"Are you sure it's the location?"

"Of course, the coordinates given by Lanlos were precise, incredibly accurate. Aslan put away the surprise on his face, stretched out his hand and kept groping in the air, the magic lingering in his fingertips, and as it soaked into every corner of this space, a light breeze quickly surged.

Aurelia and the Wanderers immediately retreated, and almost as soon as they moved, the condensed magic quickly spread in all directions.

"Although I don't want to do this, I'm sorry, the text message technique will be detected by those dragon eagles, and it will only cause you to run for nothing......"

Hearing this familiar and annoying voice, Aurelia's hand grasping the hilt of the knife turned white from excessive force, "I really regret not killing him in the first place. ”

"Originally?" Aslan, who had triggered the Wind Signal Technique, twitched his ears and turned his head in confusion.

Seeing the curiosity and gossip in the other party's eyes, Aurelia lifted the scimitar in her hand and said expressionlessly, "Do you want to try it for him?"

On the other side of the Sarans, unlike the Yongge Forest, this jungle is more lush, but at the same time darker and wetter.

"Zu Aman, the scourge that our ancestors dreamed of eradicating. Standing on the flying carpet, Sylvanas carefully surveyed the grass and trees below, and, of course, the terrifyingly painted wooden masks hanging from the trees, and the trolls that had almost melted into the forest.

"Amani, those shameful trolls, invade our homeland, slaughter our people, and have the face to inhabit this jungle......"

In fact, Queldore is the intruder......

On the side, Lanlos had been focusing on the Amani nylon eagles in front of him who had been injured by Aurelia's team and had fled as a result, and couldn't help but pout when he heard Sylvanas's self-talk.

But he wasn't stupid and didn't say it in front of the Ranger General.

However, Sylvanas has also cultivated a fiery eye over the years, seeing Lanlos's expression constantly changing, he raised his eyebrows, and was about to open his mouth to question, but was blocked by the other party's seemingly casual words.

"They landed. Looking at the few dragon eagles that had disappeared into the trees in front of him, Lanlos was silent and sped up.

Soon, a huge high platform appeared in the sight of the two.

With a huge brazier burning with enduring orange flames at all four corners at the top, it looks like a lighthouse, and because it is just above the surrounding canopy, it can guide the path of Aman's nylon eagle day and night.

At the same time, large and small caves have been carved out on all sides of it, and dragon eagles are constantly shuttling through them, not only serving as patrols, but also bringing food to their compatriots who hatch dragon eagle eggs.

At the foot of the high platform, flocks of juvenile dragon eagles weave back and forth through the trees, catching and killing each other, and although they are only the size of babies, they still have sharp claws and beaks. Even at a young age, they can still take the lives of living beings.

In almost every battle, a corpse falls, and is then picked up by the animal tamer who has been waiting below. Those who can be saved continue to invest in this cruel training, and those who can't be saved can just become food.

Unlike the monsters of Quel'Thalas, who were blessed by the Sunwell, the Amani Nylon Eagle is a bird of prey, a beast that is trained to defeat enemies who are born higher than their starting point.

Although their reproductive ability and efficiency are not low, not many of them live to grow up and participate in war.

War is brutal, but even so, this way of training and growing up with cannibalism is still shameful for Sylvanas: "Treat your fellow people like this, what is the difference between these trolls and animals?"

"War is inherently cruel. Lanlos sighed softly, not refuting her point of view, but also not agreeing, "That's why I refused to join." ”

"But we're different. Shaking his head, Sylvanas turned his head to look at the other party, his blue eyes shining brightly, "We are fighting for our homeland and our compatriots, not just for victory. ”

"Queldore trusts each other. ”

Greeting the other party's gaze, Lanlos just smiled lightly and whispered as if talking to himself: "I only trust myself, and I can only ...... like this"

He admires Sylvanas' beliefs, but the reality is embarrassing. If Queldore could really trust each other, then Seris and the children wouldn't have been so devastated, and the Silvermoon Council wouldn't have been stingy in sending the Sunfury and the Morning Blade Knights to the front......

Man is a complex and imperfect creature, and the existence of a few people makes the group flawed, and this flaw may make the whole group more dazzling, or a rat poop can spoil a pot of soup.

"Let's focus on the problems we are facing, Kergash, not here. Vague magic continued to swell through Lanros's body, and he soon ended the heavy topic with a frown.

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"Your time is running out, old chief. Looking at the rickety body in front of him, Zurgin kept groping for the fist of the gods with his fingertips, his rough and ugly nails kept scraping on the blades of his fists, and the piercing and sharp voice made people uncomfortable, "The elven troops are gathering in front of the gate of Zuaman, if you can't bring me what I want, I won't leave a scourge by my side when the war starts." ”

"Of course it won't disappoint you, Lord Overseer. Brushing the broken teeth at the corners of his mouth, Kergash's face showed a fake smile, he didn't want to hide it, he knew that Zulkin would be patient, "That elf will come to me soon." ”

"I hate to admit it, but he killed Harraz and Nalorrak, an elf who could make the gods so angry, I don't think he would be stupid enough to fight all of Zuaman alone. Looking at each other with a flat gaze, a sarcastic smile appeared on Zurkin's face.

Clearly feeling the Overseer's disdain, Kirgash still smiled, "That's right, but hatred is enough to ignore the meaning of self-indulgence. ”

Hearing this, Zurkin's movements suddenly stopped, staring at the other party's dark eyes, he paused, and then silently grasped the fist of the gods: "So, what about you?"

"Everything I have belongs to Zuaman, only hatred ends with the elves. Without any hesitation, Kergash said as he bent down in greeting.

"I hope so. Looking at the other party for a long time, Zurkin seemed to believe his words, at least on the surface, "Don't let your indiscretion become your epitaph." ”

"Although I am not as strong and wise as you, I have always been good at judging the situation. ”

Ending the conversation with an inexplicable smile, Kergash and Zulkin looked at each other like two sculptures, making it impossible to read their minds at all.

"So, how do you get that rat to poke out of the burrow where it's hiding?"

"Lord Overseer. Hearing this, Kergash smiled even more happily, slowly straightened his back, and an inexplicable power began to sweep across the entire platform, "For thousands of years, I have never comprehended your true power. ”

"I think now is an opportunity, right?"

Feeling the oncoming aura of destruction becoming more and more hot and wild, Zurgin's eyes narrowed slightly, and without too much hesitation, he slowly got up from the Bone Throne, and the fist of the gods in his hand suddenly let out a soft sound that seemed to be excited and hungry.

"It just so happens that I've always wanted to try, what kind of power do those demons bring to you?"

"I let you do this, recklessly!"