As the sun sets, the dense golden cascade of a waterfall pours down.

Leaning on the edge of the window, Dazerion looked at the sea of oak trees, and the oak trees rendered by the setting sun turned into golden reflections, which reminded him of the forest sea of Yongge Forest, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes like jade.

The High Elves, especially the Sunseeker royal family, have an unusual fanaticism for gold, so much so that the capital of Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City, is like a golden golden city, of course, this originally extremely vulgar pure gold, under the superb skills of the High Elves, with a magnificent overall pattern, gorgeous buildings, at the same time this golden city has been shaped into a work of art that is so exquisite that it cannot be attached.

And wrapped in this capital of the High Elves, is the vast Yongge Forest, this forest that has given birth to thousands of High Elves, is also wrapped in the Eternal High Enchantment, only the Spring and Summer Yongge Forest, full of golden oak trees, accompanied by the never-ending song of the Elves, is the home of all the High Elves in their dreams and reality.

After all, this is just the Sunset Forest, not the Silver Moon City in my dreams!

A blue blazing flame suddenly appeared in Dazerien's eyes, and the elven ranger turned around and jumped off the windowsill, although he was wearing complicated elven aristocratic costumes, he still did not make the elf's movements the slightest embarrassed.

"Captain, the royal court's reply has already arrived, as the main person in charge of this incident, you and the high-level mage of Amway Darans need to return to the royal court together to receive questions!"

When the Ranger Captain jumped down, an elf who had been waiting under the window walked slowly. Said respectfully.

"General Daruns, is there anything you want to tell me?" Darzerien said indifferently after glancing at the young elf who was bowing his head.

"The general means. Before returning to the royal court, it is best to go to the camp of the Far Traveler. Pressing his head lower, the elf whispered.

"Heh! I see!" a slight flash of cyan flashed across his face, and Dazerian replied in an unwavering voice, turning his head down the stairs and heading down. But after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and asked. 、

"A reward for the son of the bloodline, Kerris Junior. When does the royal court plan to implement it?"

"The adults of the Royal Mage Academy have yet to investigate the authenticity of this matter, and have temporarily rejected the proposal of the adults! After all, in the kingdom, there are also a large number of mages of the same clan waiting in line. ”

The young elf who had already looked up at the back of the ranger was slightly stunned, and then said indifferently.

"Hehe! That's how I can't wait to die!"

Stared at the young elf in front of him for a long time. Dazerion suddenly laughed, and then turned his head and walked quickly down the building, leaving the iron-faced young elf in a silent place.

"Also, on my trip back to Quel'Thalas, I'm going to take a turn, but not to the Far Wanderer's Camp, but to the Windranger's Tower! ”

The figure was no longer visible, but the clear voice came from far downstairs. Hearing this, the young elf's face became even more gloomy.

"The barking of dying struggles!"

The young elf stood there stunned for a long time, then snorted coldly and was about to turn away. A deep voice came from behind him.

"Your Excellency!"

His face changed, and Tyritier turned around and respectfully stroked his chest and saluted.

Behind him, dressed in an extremely gorgeous elven robe, a middle-aged elf man stood silently where Dazerian was standing just now.

"The Windranger has fallen, and the Rangers of the Empire can't hide in the back of a surname forever, Tyretyr, what do you say?" Squinting at the end of the corridor, the middle-aged elf seemed to explain as if to tell.

"Yes, sir!" said the young elf after a long silence, looking up at each other.

"Hehe! I'm really curious what his expression will be when he returns to the Tower of Windranger!" Seemingly completely unconcerned about Tyrityr's reply, the middle-aged elf still looked at the end of the dimly lit corridor, his eyes flashing with a strange dark red color.

"Captain, Queltalin's here, and so is Mage Lidarens!"

On the other side, as soon as Dazerion stepped out of the tower, a heavily armed elven ranger hurriedly walked over and reported to him.

The garrison of the Northland Guard Tower is a pure ranger unit, and the number is a disproportionate formation.

In Quel'Thalas, a standard Ranger Brigade is generally composed of ten squadrons, and the squadron is composed of ten to twelve squads, the Ranger Squad is the smallest establishment of the Ranger Army, generally there are twelve to sixteen Elven Rangers, so a full Elf Ranger Brigade is generally about three thousand people, and the Ranger Brigade of the Northland Watchtower is not only five squadrons, but each squadron is also dissatisfied, and overall, the garrison army of the Northland Watchtower is actually only a ranger in the early thousands.

In the High Elf Ranger, the title of Ranger General is not actually a specific military position, it is generally a general term for the Ranger Commander who leads the army outside, and now the Ranger Commander who leads the entire Northland Sentry Tower is General Daruns? Sunburn Ranger, and Dazerien is one of the five squadron leaders, and the defense of the Northland Sentry Tower during this time is in charge of his squadron, but last night, he has been removed from the position of squadron leader.

"Captain!"

Looking at the elven ranger in front of him, Dazerian muttered in a low voice, and then his eyes froze, skimming the elven ranger, and saw a group of elven mages not far away, with long waist-length pale blonde hair draped behind him casually, a robe that was as gorgeous as a nobleman's robe was loosely placed on his slender body, and Anlidalance was looking at him from a distance with a slight smile on his face.

"Amway Darans, do you need to bring so many people?" frowning as he looked at the high-ranking mages who were gradually walking over, and then glanced at the gorgeous mage group behind him.

"I'm not you, I waste the power of my family and suffer the eyes of others, if anyone dares to mess with me!hehe!" flicking the exquisite wand in his hand, the high-level elf mage glanced at the middle of the tower, and a sarcastic smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, let's go, the air here makes me unable to stay for a moment!"

Stretching out his hand, the gorgeous aristocratic robe was ripped off, revealing a brilliant silver half-body armor, Dazerion nodded to the elven ranger on the side, and took the lead towards the gate of the Northland Guard Tower.

"Dazerion, you want to disobey the orders of the royal court!"

With a smile, the high-level mage turned around and led the mage group behind him to follow the pace of the ranger unhurriedly, but a group of elves didn't take a few steps, and there was a sharp cry from the tower, and the middle-aged elves stepped out in a flash.

"Daruns, I'm Dazerion?Windranger!Windranger of Queldore!Windranger of Quel'Salas!Ranger of Windranger!"

Turning his head to look at the Ranger General who suddenly appeared, Dazerian slowly said word by word, but as he spoke, more and more Elf Ranger began to slowly appear around, silently looking at this Windranger, as he spoke, the face of the Elf Ranger General on the opposite side became more and more gloomy, and the corners of his mouth even began to twitch unconsciously, and as he spoke, the eyes of the high-ranking mage behind him began to burst out more and more bright blue.

"Daruns!"

"Who gave you the guts to dare to control a Windranger!"

Glancing contemptuously at the Ranger General with a gloomy face that could drip water, the Ranger Captain turned his head and flew away.

Behind him, the high-level elven mage laughed and followed with the mage group. (To be continued.) )