Windranger's Tower, located on the coast of the southwest corner of Quel'Thalas. The towering mountains to the south are like dragons that cover the sky, almost completely isolating the famous Stratholm in the south, the important town of Lordaeron.

The location of the Windranger's Tower makes it an outpost of Quel'Thalas, with towering towers that can easily bring large swathes of the sea under surveillance with the blessing of magic. Whether it is a merchant ship or an enemy ship, it is impossible to escape the eyes of Quildore.

However, as a frontline fortress, the Windranger Tower's geographical location does not provide a deterrent to Zuaman due east.

After all, trolls could have gone all the way north under the cover of the jungle, and if it was possible, not to mention Quettalin, even Sunny Wind Village and even several major temples would not be able to escape the fate of being attacked.

Coupled with the loss of the Far Wanderer camp some time ago, Sylvanas can be said to have gray hair.

"Our frontline squad has taken control of the Far Wanderer camp, but according to reports from scouts, at least four-figure trolls are roaming around. ”

Staring at the map in front of him, Sylvanas didn't look back.

The Far Traveler camp is located in an awkward location, with mountains on both sides to the east and west, Lake Allendal to the north and a flat woodland to the south. What is even worse is that the mountains and forests on both sides have not reached the level of natural danger, and they cannot play the role of defense at all, but on the contrary, they have brought great inconvenience to the reconnaissance work.

Moreover, behind the mountains to the east, is the territory of Zuaman.

It's good to be able to play defensively!

"Pass the order down and get all the frontline teams out of the Far Traveler camp. Pale golden eyebrows twitched slightly, and Sylvanas turned around and said in a sonorous voice.

Hearing this, the adjutant raised his head in surprise and showed a familiar face: "But in this way, isn't it just giving away our land?"

Yes, Lotherma Theron.

War is the best way to test the talent and quality of soldiers, and with Sylvanas's character, it is natural that good steel is used on the blade. Lotherma's abilities were unquestionable, and she had long known that putting him in recruit training was a waste of talent, but since the people of the Council were always dictating to the Far Wanderer troops, abrupt personnel transfers could easily lead to unnecessary trouble.

The war was an opportunity, and she had finally put Lotherma in a position where she could use his abilities.

Don't look at what he always says that the adjutant has no real power, Sylvanas gave him this position without relieving him of the status of second lieutenant, he still has an elite squad in his hands, and even his own adjutant.

No, it's the deputy adjutant.

Ryel is going to cry to death......

Due to the fact that this was contrary to tradition, the Silvermoon Council had spoken out about it, but Sylvanas had to refuse it as a wartime emergency.

"The earth is dead, but man is alive. With his hands on his chest, Sylvanas brushed off the pale golden hair in front of his forehead, and his movements looked very free, "Not to mention the easy terrain of the Far Wanderer Camp, I don't want our companions to die." ”

"I know the fighters under my command and their strength is offense rather than defence. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the smile on Sylvanas' face looked full of cruel beauty, "I'm tired of this endless tug-of-war. ”

"Just let those trolls come, as many as they come, we will kill as many as we want!"

Watching the Ranger General's slender thumb quickly swipe across his delicate neck, Lothima suddenly felt a chill down his spine, but at the same time, a fire surged in his heart: "Yes!"

Just as Lotherma was retreating, a Far Traveler guard suddenly rushed in from outside the hall: "General, you'd better come and take a look. ”

Outside the command hall, everyone looked up at the sky, and many rangers were even ready to shoot that thing down in the air at any moment.

Under the canopy, a familiar flying carpet slowly approached.

Lanloth sat on it, a pitch-black robe that hunted in the wind.

Although the ** divisions of the Council of Tirisfa couldn't provide much help on their own, they still didn't skimp on some equipment that came in handy. For example, Eldagosa's flying carpet greatly shortened the time it took for him to travel.

As Lanloth approached the gate of the Wind Tower, and before he could land, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears: "Yo, where did this scrape the sheets?"

With a mouthful of old blood spurting out of his mouth, Lanlos trembled and fell straight off the flying carpet......

In the dark and dim chamber, a faint green flame danced on the brazier, illuminating the gloomy face of Kergash, who was missing a fang, even more terrifyingly.

Soon, the beating flames rose silently, and a familiar and hideous face gradually became clear in it.

Satel, despite her defeat, seems to be less angry and unbearable than she had imagined.

"The hosts. Bending respectfully, Kergash buried his expression deep in the shadows.

"My faithful servant, the time has come for you to serve the Legion. On the other side of the flames, Satel smiled happily, his voice like a fingernail scratching a chalkboard becoming harsher, "The plan is going well, the goal is already on you, and I hope you are ready for it." ”

Smoothly?

If Lanlos or the other members of the Council of Tirisfa heard Sataire's speech, they would have been surprised to the point of dislocating their jaws.

Ruling out the possibility of Satel pretending to be 13, then that is, this defeat was planned by her?

You know, there is a price to pay for summoning demons from the Warped Void to Azeroth. What was the plan that would allow Satel to consume such a powerful demon army?

I'm afraid, there really is......

"Those mortals are really stupid, without the assistance of the ** master, that betrayer is nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter. ”

"I'll take care of the rest, he'll be coming to you soon, catch him and don't let me down. ”

After a short silence, Kergash slowly raised his head, his brown eyes flashing with a complex and deep light: "Can I kill him?"

"No, I've reminded you many times, I'm going to live, he has to live!" Satel looked straight into Kergash's eyes, anger gradually rising on her face, and repeatedly warning her minions that it wasn't her style to kill them if it weren't for Kergash's stake in the next plan.

But it's also fast......

"Remember, I'm going to live, and if you ruin my plans, you know the consequences!" With a wave of his hand, the green flames in front of Satel shattered, and the connection with Kergas was cut off in an instant.

As the evil energy dissipated, the flames in the brazier returned to their normal orange-red.

Is it alive?

Kergas stared at the flames in front of him and gradually fell into deep thought.

Zurkin had already given himself an ultimatum, and in recent times, the Overseers had gradually divided and encroached on his own forces, and even some of the warlocks had been abducted by him, and Kergash felt powerless.

and anger.

Looking at the center of the brazier, Chief Dark Song's eyes widened suddenly, his muscles suddenly tensed, and his withered fists continued to tremble.

If you don't keep your promise, then I won't obey your orders again!

To hell with the demons, I will take Zuaman with my own hands......

Cut off contact, Satel also sank for a long time. Behind her, an emaciated figure slowly stepped forward: "Master, with Kergash's ability, are you sure he can complete the task alone? Why don't you let me ......?"

"I know you're loyal, but it's not time for you to play. Turning around and looking at the familiar face, Satel smiled wickedly, "And I don't need him to complete the task." ”

"But......" As soon as the words came out, the emaciated figure immediately reacted, and the voice that was originally as flat as stagger water set off a rare wave, "You mean, bait?"

"You're smart. Nodding approvingly, Satair slowly walked into the other party, the lingering chaotic energy on her body emitting a faint green light, gradually illuminating her countenance, "Smarter than when you were alive." ”

"But the contract ......"

"Hehe, when a person dies, the contract is naturally invalid. ”

"I see. ”

As the man half-knelt down, the glow gradually crept up his cheeks, his pale skin losing its original luster, and there were occasional signs of decay on his bare skin. What's even more frightening is that pieces of condensed blue crystal are embedded in the flesh, looking like ......

Vilania!