"Kandar Delahir, lead the reinforcements of Dessom, come and report!"

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"Come in!"

It took a long time for a deep voice to come from the huge tent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After respectfully reporting his name, the high-ranking mage who had been standing at the door for five or six minutes did not have a trace of impatience or unhappiness on his face, and slowly walked into the huge military tent in front of him with a calm face.

"Lord Kandal, you're a day late!"

As soon as he walked into the tent, the high-level elf mage's ears heard a slightly cold tone of questioning, and when he turned his head to look over, a simple leather armor faintly revealed dense magic patterns, this elf ranger standing next to the main seat was looking at him with a sharp look, and the hidden disgust and jealousy revealed in his eyes did not escape Kandal's capture.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he re-hung the arc with obvious mockery of the past, and the mage lord of Dysom directly ignored the barking elven ranger and looked at the main seat of the entire tent.

A silver-haired elven warrior sat firmly on a rattan chair, his broad hands pressed against the desk in front of him, and his eyes like lightning faintly looked at Kandal who moved up.

"My lord, Kandar Drahier is leading the reinforcements of Dysom and reporting for duty!"

"Well, Drahir, your troops are temporarily stationed on the east side of the barracks, and they have been specially prepared for you!"

Moving slightly, the bright silver armor made a heavy crashing sound, with a voice like the roar of a giant cannon, the silver-haired old elf's originally tense face showed a smile, and after nodding to the elf mage in front of him, he waved his hand to let him retreat.

"Lord Kandal, I don't know, where are the three high-ranking mages in the decree besides you?"

It was still the elven ranger who spoke at the beginning, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly.

"That's what I was about to report to you, my lord!"

Although he still directly ignored the ranger's bark, after feeling the elven old man's gaze, Kandal lowered his head slightly and said calmly.

"Except for me, there is only one high-level mage in the entire Daisom, he is not only a pure academic, but also specializes in tectonics, and he has been promoted to the high level for less than two years, and he does not have the actual combat ability that a high-level mage should have! Forcibly taking him to the battlefield is not only dangerous, but also a waste of resources!"

"Kandar, this is the high-ranking decree of the Royal Council, do you want to disobey the decree of the Sun King and the sages?"

Compared with the silence of the elven old man, the elven ranger on the side couldn't help jumping out again, his sharp voice with a hint of excitement, shouting at the elven mage lord.

Frowning and looking at the elven old man who still didn't speak, Kandal sighed slightly, glanced at the elf ranger who was still jumping up and down contemptuously, and turned his head to the elf old man and said.

"Misri eventually came with me... My lord!"

"Then bring it! Even on the battlefield, there will be a place where a sub-professional master is needed!"

The corners of his stiff mouth eased, and the elven old man waved his hand at the suddenly stunned elf ranger, and turned his head to Kandal and said.

"That's only two! Kandal! It's three! Three!"

The stunned elven ranger's eyes twitched and stared at Kandal with an indifferent face, and suddenly a flicker in his eyes flashed out, and he screamed, with a strange smile on his face at the same time.

"Dysom, there are only two high-level mages, or is the Royal Council referring to high-level warriors or high-level rangers?"

Looking at the elven ranger in disgust, the high-level elven mage lord said coldly.

"It doesn't have to be the standard of the Seven Rings, you only need to have the strength of a high-level mage, it's fine!"

The bitterness and smugness on his face suddenly retracted, and the elven ranger took a step back, stood beside the elven old man, and said with a low smile.

"I don't understand... You said... What do you mean!"

An icy chill erupted from his eyes, and Kandal finally turned his gaze to the ranger and said word by word.

"Don't you know... Hehe, I mean, of course..."

"That's it!"

Just as the elven ranger looked at the elven mage on the opposite side gritting his teeth and was able to continue to say something, the elven old man who was sitting firmly stood up suddenly, waved his hand to stop the elven ranger's words, and turned to Kandal and said.

"Let's go down, get some rest, and in two days, the team will be open!"

"Yes, sir!"

Glancing coldly at the red-faced Elven Ranger, Kandal turned and walked out of the tent.

"Father, why don't you work harder! He's almost at the end of his rope!"

When the mage lord walked out of the tent, the face of the elf ranger, who was originally flushed, instantly recovered, and he looked back at the elf old man who was back in his seat suspiciously, and asked in a low voice.

"This game hasn't been fully rolled out yet, and the bait hasn't been put down yet, so you're going to fish!

Shaking his left hand, the armor with his body made a slight tremor again, and the sonorous voice of the elf old man slowly spread out in the tent.

"I don't think that Dawnblade is a fish..."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the elven ranger whispered a few words to Duno.

"I'm not catching the tsundere peacock, but the big fish that follows me!"

Turning his head and glaring at his son, the elf old man pressed his hands on the table in front of him again, and said to himself, this time the voice was so soft that even the elf ranger next to him didn't hear it...

"Didn't you say that Taquilin only supported one brigade of militia?"

Looking down at the rolling tent beneath him, Anlidalance asked rhetorically to the elven ranger beside him.

"Who knows! You go to arrange the camp first, I'll go and hand it over, and when I come here, I always feel a bad premonition!"

Darzerien glanced at the large tent in the center of the barracks, and after saying a word to Anlidalen, he landed and landed on the ground at the door of the barracks.

After revealing his identity, the Elven Ranger passed through a simple defensive barrier, and after recognizing the direction, he walked forward quickly...

"The troops supporting Golden Mist City this time are led by Talilanhill..."

The elven ranger with an ugly face strode into the tent, and then said to Amway Darans.

"How can it be that this idiot of Talilanhill is worthy of being the commander?

Kelreth was noncommittal about Dazerion's sudden name, but Anway Darans on the side jumped up as if he had been ignited, and after scolding what seemed to be elf slang, he looked at Dazerian angrily, and the dissatisfaction on his face was silent.

"Every generation of noble children, there are dragons and snakes, you can't ask that every one of them is a demon, right?

The corners of his mouth twitched, Da Zerien obviously didn't intend to buy it, and instead mocked the other party.

"But at least ours won't be released to harm others!"

With a raised eyebrow, the elven mage raised his head and said, and then looked at the door a little obscenely.

"You Windranger men! miserable, your three sisters... Really, tsk!"

"Hehe, a certain mage seems to have forgotten some of the painful experiences of his childhood!"

With a stiff face, a certain elven ranger began to recall the tragic situation of a good friend when he was a child... (To be continued.) )