"The first sequence of support should be the border troops of Sunny Wind City!"

With his hands on his shoulders, the noble son of the Dawn Blade still had a hint of hanging on his face, and said to his good friend and ranger commander in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's late autumn, and some saplings on the border have started tossing again, and it's good that Sunny Wind City hasn't asked for support recently!"

After giving a greeting look to Kyrryth, who was sitting quietly in the corner, Dazerion replied angrily to the chief mage archon of Queltalim who was not doing it in front of him.

"Little sapling?"

This is a secret room located on the top floor of the Mage Tower, which is located inside the core of the border fortress, and thanks to the leadership of the two Windrunners of the two clans of Quel'Salas and the second generation of the Dawnblade lineage, the group has reached the core of this fortress without hindrance. As for Kelrith, who was forcibly dragged over, except for a cursory observation of the general structure of the entire mage tower, he was not interested in the conversation between the two noble second generations at all, until Dazerion mentioned Sunny Wind City, which was erected in the largest elven city around the Song Forest, and the mage lord was a little puzzled by the mention of the small sapling that seemed to be very troublesome but had an extremely strange nickname.

"Because they are immersed in the magical light of the Well of the Sun all year round, the trees of the entire Song Forest are actually not mortal, especially some ancient trees that have gone through thousands or even thousands of years, and they may be artificially awakened or even self-awakened to become Eternal Tree People!

Halfway through his explanation, Dazerian glanced at Anway Darrans.

"Because of the mistake of a certain magic experiment, coupled with the lack of strong suppression of the eternal enchantment due to the thin magic influence on the edge of the Song Forest, some young saplings that are only a hundred years old or even less may also awaken themselves, but these awakened little tree people are not only short in life and lack mature self-awareness, but also extremely aggressive, and are one of the more troublesome monsters in the Song Forest!"

"A magical experiment..."

glanced at Anlidalense clearly, obviously this kind of understatement experimental accident must have something to do with him, but I don't know if the person involved is this noble son, or if it involves the Dawn Blade, the big clan of Quel'Thalas.

However, with just a nod, Kerris continued to be silent, clearly not intending to participate in the rest of the conversation.

"Even if there is no way to support the mainland, but what about Quettalin? There is also the Moon Temple, they are very wealthy! It is not a big deal to divide one or two brigades of priests to support!"

Obviously, he also saw that the half-elf mage in front of him did not plan to wade into this troubled water, and glanced at Dazerian, who seemed to want to say something, and Anway Darans continued to ask with a normal face.

"In the mining area of Quettalin, troll assassins have begun to pop up again, and several squads of elven miners have disappeared silently into the mines, and that old guy Tyram is conducting a carpet search with a team of corrupt organizations! Only one brigade of militia is willing to support! As for the Moon Temple..."

Dazerion explained, glancing at Kelrith and the Lori mage behind him, who seemed to be hidden in the darkness, and hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"Corona City is in a hurry..."

"The corona... When?"

The originally calm Anlidalen's face suddenly changed, he stood up suddenly, and said to the elf ranger, and then suddenly thought of something, and also glanced at the two of them.

"Actually, it's not too urgent, it's just that there are signs of that group of beasts wandering again, in the past, every few years, Corona City will shout a few words of urgency, especially in recent years, it is an uncomfortable trend not to shout once a year!"

With a pursing of his mouth, Da Zerien suddenly said helplessly.

"Those soft-footed shrimps, useless scum!"

With the same turn of face, Anlidalance glanced at the emerald eyes that had been skimmed, and scolded a few words in a low voice with some tacit understanding.

"So, the main force of this support is your leader!"

"No, it's you!"

Pressing his gaze, Dazerian said.

"What..."

As if hearing the most ridiculous joke, the high-ranking elven mage turned his head to look at the elven ranger in front of him in disbelief.

"Let's cross the human Stratholm and cross the Ghost Lands on the frontier to support an elven city next to the mainland?"

The anger on his face grew stronger and stronger as he said this, and Anway Darans's voice became sharper and sharper.

"Anlidalense, this is an order from the Royal Council!"

Looking at his friend, Dazerien said helplessly.

"Hehe! In these years, the longer you live, the more strange things you see..."

After staring at the elven ranger in front of him for a moment, and finally confirming that there was no hint of joking in the other party's eyes, the high-level elf mage suddenly relaxed, shook his ears a little casually, and sighed.

"Oh, you scourge should live for a long time!"

With a serious expression, Da Zerien said to his friend, which immediately attracted the laughter of the elf Lori next to the two.

"So, Honorable Windranger Commander, you came here to act as a messenger this time, just to tell me the order of this Pit Bi?"

With the same smile, Anway Darans touched the little Lori elf beside him, turned his face and said.

"Windrangers naturally won't be without a single soldier, the two brigades of rangers, led by me personally!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the half-elf mage who had been a wooden man for a long time, and then glanced at Anway Darrans.

"What about Dysom?"

For such an obvious hint of the loss of friends in front of him, Dazerien was still noncommittal, but continued to ask.

"The Royal Council has decreed that Dysom must support a standard garrison of more than three brigades..."

Halfway through speaking, Dazerion paused a little strangely and continued.

"It must include more than one squad of mid-level mages and more than three high-level mages!"

"Hmph, so that's the case! Are those old men in the royal court really starting to lose their patience..."

Groping for this chin, Anlidalance finally turned his gaze to Kyrryth.

"Mage, are you interested in a feast of flesh and blood?"

"Fish-man frenzy, I've seen it many times!"

With a grin, Kelrith involuntarily exuded a trace of blood, in the past few years, there have been four waves of fish-man frenzy that he single-handedly extinguished, so that in the kingdom of Lordaeron, some people have begun to hang the title of fish-man annihilator on his head.

"Don't take those little trash fish from the human kingdom to look at the situation on our side!"

Laughing contemptuously, Anlidalance clasped his hands to his chest.

"Silverscale Fishmen, Naga Berserkers, and even the Giants of the Deep Sea! are just regulars on our side, especially this time, it's almost certain to be a full moon-level fish-man plague, and there will definitely be something strange popping up!"

Waving his hand to suppress the elven ranger next to him who wanted to say something, Anlidalance continued with a strange expression on his face.

"I know, you're actually very concerned about this kind of monster plague, especially those golems, hehe..."

"Hmph, hopefully, don't let me down!"

"That's nature!mage!welcome!to the land of ghosts!" (To be continued.) )