As it grew late, and as the light of the campfire dispelled the darkness of the woodland, Lanloth took the tent out of the space pouch and cast the mage's hand to set it up at a speed that would be the envy of the surrounding rangers.

Since Kael'thas promised not to give any support, Lanlos had no way to quickly rush from Dalaran to Silvermoon City by teleportation. Coupled with his own sensitive identity, he has been on the most primitive hike with Terrey these days, and he has to take turns keeping vigil with Terley at night, all the way to the dust, and he has hardly slept well.

Now that Aurelia and her guards were there, he was finally able to relax, stretching and getting ready to rest.

However, just as he put everything in his mind and wanted to lie down, the curtain of the door was suddenly lifted, and a slender figure silently broke in.

Tyret was stripped of her azure enchanted armor as if no one was around, and the only lining left could not hide the beautiful curves within. In the dim light of the fire through the tent, the fair and smooth skin exuded an intoxicating halo, and the graceful figure caught Lanloth's gaze.

It wasn't until she lay down under the covers that Lanlos looked at the languidly beautiful face and swallowed tremblingly.

"Uh, don't you have your own tent?"

Tyré didn't reply, just shook her head, then reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying the seductive and criminal face in his chest. The thin underwear couldn't stop the scorching body temperature at all, and the light and soft touch made Lanlos even more reluctant.

However, he could feel the slight trembling of the slender arm, and the warmth of his breathing that grew more and more rapid.

Tyre's nervousness calmed Lanros down, stroking the girl's long silky hair to help her feel at ease, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Wow!

The curtain was lifted again, looking at Aurelia poking into a head, Lanlos was stunned for a moment, and then patted the empty seat on the other side: "Fortunately, the tent I bought is big enough, come on, you're welcome." ”

Dai's eyebrows squeezed together, and Aurelia's voice seemed to be squeezed out of her clenched teeth: "Shameless!"

"That's not right. "How can anyone else rush to his bed in the middle of the night and scold and not be angry?" The green tendons in the corners of Lanlos's forehead continued to tremble, hugging Tyre's delicate body, and mercilessly accused, "The love between men and women is naturally revealed in the depths, how can such a beautiful and romantic thing change the taste in your mouth?"

These words smashed down on the head and face, which really made Aurelia a little overwhelmed. And when Lan Luos saw the other party's reaction like this, his heart suddenly moved: "Isn't it that after so many years, you are still ......"

Click~

The corner of the door curtain was torn apart, and the strong desire to survive made Lan Luo shut up instantly after seeing the murderous eyes.

"I'm here to talk to you about business. The cold words did not have a trace of emotion.

Seeing that the other party glanced at Tyrée, who was hanging on top of him like a koala, Lanlos quickly reacted: "Ahem, wait a minute." ”

A few minutes later, somewhere in the shadows on the outskirts of the camp.

Aurelia glanced at the well-dressed Lanros, "Sylvanas has already told me the general situation, I want to know what you think?"

"It's strange, are you asking for my opinion?" said Lanross.

Fortunately, he had long been accustomed to the essence of this guy's lack of beating, and Aurelia didn't see it, and nodded: "Although the orcs have captured the Stormwind Kingdom and posed a threat to the human countries, I don't see a sense of urgency in you, what do you think?"

Lanlos fell silent, looked up at the bright moon under the night sky, and spat out the helpless truth in a hoarse voice: "This is just a deal, a deal that can see the result a long time ago." Aurelia, have you ever known about orcs?"

The Ranger Lord shook his head: "But I know that the Storm Kingdom, in just a few months, these orcs can completely conquer that powerful country, and they deserve our vigilance." ”

"Just vigilant?" Lanlos smiled, "What do you think the nobles of the Silvermoon Council would think if you think so?"

"You're questioning Quel'Thalas' decision-making abilities at the top. A hint of danger flashed in Aurelia's eyes, but Lanlos ignored it, his face full of Chigogo's sarcasm.

"Every person, every group has their good side, their successful side, but the more this is the case, the more terrible the cost of failure becomes. ”

"The leaders of Queldore have built a strong and stable nation, but, content with pleasure and indulgence, they have smoothed out their edges and ambitions. ”

"The Amani Troll fight has shown that. ”

After so many years of wandering, Lanlos is no longer the ignorant young man he was at the beginning. Perhaps because he has been oppressed for a long time, he can always see for the first time how dark and chilling the truth is hidden behind the glamorous and beautiful things.

Truth be told, is it a simple Zuamán to really pose much of a threat to Quel'Salas, one of the most powerful countries on the eastern continent?

Just a force of Far Wanderers can defeat them without even leaving their homes, and even half-people like Lanlos can turn Amani's troll lair upside down, and you say they have the power to overthrow Quel'Thalas's regime?

No kidding.

Since the end of the Troll War 2,000 years ago, Quel'Salas has long since changed its appearance, and the economic and military strength has left these trolls behind I don't know how many streets.

The reason why the Amani trolls are not eradicated, in the best direction, is to use these trolls as a litmus test to cultivate the people's fighting ability and sense of distress. From a bad point of view, it means that those in power are deliberately slack, and use the strong contrast between external threats and internal national peace and security to reflect the absolute correctness of the ruling class policy.

You see, what is the reason for the chaos outside the borders and the prosperity around you?

That's right, thanks to a series of bright decisions made by your beloved leader!

However, in a way, this kind of political brainwashing is benign, which can keep the people's sense of distress in mind and maintain their hard-won stable and happy life from a fundamental perspective. Greatly reduce the national crime rate and stabilize the development of the internal economy.

But for those in power, it is a huge test. The blind admiration of the people will make many leaders with weak minds even more unable to see their own flaws and weaknesses, and Yelang is arrogant and conceited, which is an excellent breeding ground for corruption.

Quel'Salas was going through this phase, and because of the ubiquitous aristocracy of Queldore, the bourgeois relations were intricate, and politics and business were intertwined, and the whole body was affected. People who see the flaws will think more about how to cover up and conceal them to create greater benefits for themselves, rather than issuing strong doubts to set things right.

As for the absolute decision-maker of this kingdom, Anastarian Sunstrider, why did Lanlos never criticize this king? is because from the time he supported Seris to establish the Shadowwalkers, Lanlos could see that this king had clearly sensed the hidden ills in his own backyard.

This kind of covert surveillance can indeed be effective in changing the status quo, but the process is slow and requires a lot of time to pave the way for reform. However, Lanlos is well aware that the most lacking thing in this world is time.

So Anastarian's defeat was not in the mind or personality, but in the external threat that everyone habitually ignores.

Of course, as an exile, Lanros had no qualifications or need to tell the Silvermoon Council about these things. The reason why he briefly mentioned this to Aurelia was precisely because he knew that the Ranger Lord was not a blind conformist, and hoped to reinforce this idea in her subconscious. She has assertiveness, the ability to distinguish between right and wrong, and she is also the first High Elf to discuss orcs with her.

This kind of person who can stay sober on major issues of right and wrong can really help Lanlos.

What is needed to fight the Burning Legion is not only blind love and loyalty to the country, but more importantly, between different races, nations and beliefs, to keep an eye open to the reality and the pros and cons.

Of course, this is just what Lanlos thinks in his heart, and he can't instill the other party's cognition through reasonable language.

"You've let me down so much, Lanloth. Aurelia shook her head slightly, "I know you've always been haunted by exile, but you shouldn't be blinded by anger and not be hated by the people who gave birth to you and the people who gave everything to her. ”

"If you understand it that way, I'm speechless. Lanlos didn't fight for anything, and the reason why he came to such a conclusion was only due to his identity as a traverser. Without sufficient evidence, it is impossible for an assertive person like Aurelia to be led astray by him.

But Lanlos knew that his words would remain in Aurelia's mind, and that she would agree with him when the questions were taken off in front of her.

"But rest assured, I never hated Quel'Thalas, otherwise I wouldn't have set foot on this land in such a capacity at this time. Putting away the clutter in his mind, Lanlos turned his attention back to the orcs, "As you can imagine, those orcs are dangerous, they have ruined a world before they set foot on the lands of the South......"

That was what Aurelia was talking to him for, and as Lanros recounted the atrocities of the tribe, she listened quietly, taking a closer look at the man's serious face by the bright moonlight.

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Time passed quickly, and the moment the moon happened to climb overhead, Lanlos returned to the tent. Pulling open the curtain and looking at the peaceful face of Tyre, who was already asleep, he smiled slightly, but did not return to the warm bed.

While the mage carefully closed the tent to prevent the cold wind from invading it, he tightened his cloak and sat on the spot, slowly closing his eyes in the light of the campfire.

This scene was reflected in the eyes of Aurelia not far away, and the beating fire flickered in her eyes, but it was never able to illuminate the complex and incomprehensible thoughts in it.