"Salissa, let go of me. Valanna took a deep breath and patted the ranger who had stopped her.

"But ......"

"I'm fine. Shaking her head, Valanna opened her eyes again, the expression on her face softened considerably. She didn't spare Tommanson, Lesseverin was right, the most important thing now was not to hold accountable, but to solve the problem.

"! You're all liars! Criminals! It's all your fault......"

It seems that the lieutenant is out of the question.

Glancing at Tommanson, who didn't know if she was deliberately pretending to be crazy or really broken, Valanna shook her head, she knew that the only person she could rely on now was herself and these partners who lived and died together.

"You're right. Holding her longbow, Valanna sighed heavily and sat down, "When we get back, Tommanson will get the punishment he deserves, but ...... for now"

As a qualified adjutant, you need to do more than just deliver the commander's message, but more importantly, be able to provoke the commander in his absence or death.

In a situation like Tomanson's now, Valanna had to step up.

"We're in a situation where we can't get the word from here to the camp intact. Sallisa, you rush back to camp overnight and ask Lieutenant Herrios to send reinforcements. ”

"Letsevarin, you go to Corona Village on the other side of the lake and tell them that the trolls are coming, and they should retreat!"

"Nope. As soon as Valanna's words came out, the male elf known as Lessevarin shook his head, "There's no need to inform Corona Village. ”

"Huh?" both rangers looked at the same time.

"Have you forgotten, with the Magister Darkan here, I'm sure Lieutenant Herrios has passed the word out, and Corona Village must have taken precautions. ”

"That's right, Herrios is much more reliable than Tomansen. Glancing at the young chief crouching by the lake and muttering to himself, Valanna's face flashed with dissatisfaction.

"Let Salsally stay here and take care of you, she's much more attentive than I am. With the same sigh, Lessevalin took the initiative to take on the heavy responsibility.

Varanna's face was filled with relief: "Alright, Salsari, take our 'lieutenant', I remember there is a cave nearby." ”

At the mention of Tommanson, Valanna almost crushed her teeth. However, under the gaze of her companions, she still controlled her emotions.

"Please, Lesseverin. ”

"Selama ashal'anore (Fight for justice for the people)!"

......

"Isn't your nose very smart? What about the elves?"

The furry ears twitched slightly, and Harraz's face became gloomy when he heard a gloomy voice overhead: "If you can move faster, those white animals will not be able to escape our claws." ”

As if in response, the shadows around Harraz suddenly quivered, and a dozen or so stout bobcats let out a low roar, their fierce eyes staring at the sky.

Above the trees, a pair of broad wings flapped slowly, and the strong wind that did not disperse continued to swirl nearby, pulling the air to tremble.

The eagle-headed man, the winged troll, apparently a member of the Celestial Order of Zu Aman, Ekilsson.

As Amani's most adept shaman at harnessing the air element, his talent was extraordinary, which allowed Malakas to find a suitable host for the Eagle Spirit without much effort.

Tommanson was a lieutenant, his soldiers were in the triple digit at best, and with his well-equipped equipment, it was impossible to be nearly wiped out unless they were surrounded by large legions of trolls or caught in a trap.

However, the unexpected is always caught off guard.

With Ekirson's help, Harraz and his hunters easily caught Tomanson's tracks, while their claws and blades, under the cover and help of the winds of nature, tore the hundred-man force to shreds.

"Hehe, if it weren't for me and the children, you would still be entangled with these elves. The wings behind him retracted and disappeared at a great speed, and a loud scream suddenly came from the sky above Ekilsson, and the next moment, a huge brown eagle landed on his shoulder.

"Thank you, little girl, she's found the elves where they are. ”

The vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and Harraz stared straight at the other party: "Where is it?"

Under the blue sky, more than a dozen golden and red intersecting figures appeared from the sky, surging with the warm breeze, and gradually became clear in everyone's sight.

The sunlight shone on the beautiful and delicate feathers, and the faint golden glow seemed to envelop the bodies of these birds of prey with a layer of flame.

A loud and crisp screech pierced the clear sky, and the raging wind tugged at the hems and hairends of the crowd like mischievous children, and a dozen sturdy dragon eagles landed in the open space outside the tower.

This is the reinforcement from Silvermoon City, although there is only a small detachment, but those Queldores who jumped from the back of the dragon eagle are all elite rangers with names and surnames.

The elves who hit the head gave Lanloth a familiar feeling.

The emerald green hood protrudes with a supple and fine pale gold bangs, and the sideburns flutter gently in the wind. Although it is impossible to see the whole of it, the exposed half-section of the face presents near-perfect proportions.

"Lotherma, I haven't seen you for a few months, why have you become so miserable?" Sylvanas glanced at the crowd briefly, and did not immediately pay attention to the highest-ranking of these people, Herrios, but focused on Lotherma's body with a mocking gaze.

After bandaging and treatment by the priest, although Lotherma was able to move normally, her upper body was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and she looked so embarrassed.

Now that he is ridiculed by the Ranger General, his face is even more bitter, and he doesn't know how to refute it.

"Welcome, General. Seeing that the other party was just greeting the little ensign, Herrios's face flashed with dissatisfaction for a moment, and then he stepped forward and drew everyone's attention to him.

"Herios, after all these years, are you still alive?" it was evident that Sylvanas did not like this old fritter, and his unceremonious words caused the temperature around him to drop by several percent.

"General Lao cares. Gritting his teeth, the absolute status gap made Herrios suppress his anger, "However, I think it's better for us to focus on the situation in front of us first." ”

Sylvanas is a maverick strong woman, and she doesn't look down on a 'politician' like Herrios who is humiliated in public but still keeps a smile.

However, this woman has her own proportions, and her willfulness is based on the premise of identity: "Come on, explain to me, what happened in the past two days?"

Looking at the chaotic camp, Sylvanas's voice became low, and the sharp and powerful aura made everyone hold their breath.

The Far Wanderer's Camp is not a fortress like the Tower of Windwalk, nor does it have the difficult terrain of Taquelin. It's a stronghold, a sentry, and its defenses are weak, but its reconnaissance capabilities are definitely the best of all the outposts in Quel'Thalas.

Such an eye, but suddenly attacked by a large-scale enemy, are the scouts all rice buckets?

When Herrios recounted what had happened the night before, I don't know if it was an illusion, and the air around him gradually solidified.

No, not the air, but the front, the Ranger General's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

"You didn't stop Tommanson?" The combination of rigidity and softness of his voice was full of charm that made people want to listen attentively, and a simple question was like a sharp arrow piercing everyone's chest.

The sense of oppression that suddenly became strong made Herrios swallow involuntarily, pause briefly, and continue to speak: "I persuaded him, but he insisted on going his own way, and as a lieutenant, I have no way or power to change his decision. ”

"No, you just don't want to change. Sylvanas' deep blue eyes stared directly at the other party, and his sharp words seemed to be mixed with any emotion, which easily made the other party stunned.

Thankfully, however, General Ranger is not prepared to hold him accountable now.

"As you continue to fortify your defenses, Magister Darkan, you will do your best to deliver the message to all the scouts within a hundred miles, and we need to gather all our strength. ”

"Sharindra, Voahir, you each take three riders to form a team, one team to scout the Tower of the Morning Star, and the other team to patrol the Sunny Scar Peak, I want these trolls to have nowhere to hide!"

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two deputies quickly divided their teams and galloped away in the distance in a raging wind.

Not only did the strong wind kick up a cloud of dust, but it also lifted the hood of the strangely dressed elven mage in front of him.