Deep in the jungle of Zuaman, in a temple completely buried with moss and vines, Zurkin nodded to the Sorcering Lord.

The latter immediately recited a low, vague incantation, and with a wave of his hand, the central brazier suddenly flashed, and orange flames burst into it. As the strange magic surged, tongues of fire gradually rose, and the flames quickly twisted and fused, and a vague pattern gradually came into view of the two of them.

"Overseer, long time no see. ”

"I thought you had escaped, Kergash. Looking at the familiar faces in the fire, Zurgin's eyes showed a palpitating fierce light, "As a member of Zuaman, you actually led the troops out without permission, do you still have me as an overseer in your eyes?"

"Of course, but don't you want to hear any good news from me before you accuse me?" said Kergash, a faint smile, the anger aroused by the two Lanros had long since vanished without a trace.

"Good news? Are you sure you didn't ask me to wipe your ass?" Apparently, Zurkin's instincts were accurate.

"I created an opportunity. Instead of dwelling on the other side, Kergash quickly shifted the conversation to business, "an opportunity to take the initiative to attack." ”

With a frown, Zurkin was silent for a while, choosing to put his anger down for the time being: "Tell me about it." ”

"I pinned down Taquilin's elven troops......" The smile on Kergash's face widened as he told him his plan, and of course, he didn't mention anything about Amani's tomb, "As long as the plan goes well, we will soon be able to take the initiative!"

"If what you say is true. After a pause, Zurgin's eyes flashed with an inexplicable brilliance, "I can no longer pursue this matter." ”

"Rest assured, as long as you can breach this camp within two weeks, I can guarantee that the elven forces of Taquilin will have absolutely no leisure to support them. Kergash smiled happily, "Of course, if you and your fighters have the strength. ”

"You don't need to worry. With a heavy snort, Kergash turned to look at the Hex Lord, "Inform everyone, get ready, we will have a fierce war soon!"

"Yes. Nodding, Malakas watched Zulkin leave, then set his eyes on the fire.

"So, Malakas, what are you thinking about?" the flames continued to rise, and the smile on Kergash's face was extremely grim.

In contrast, Malakas's eyes kept flashing with a complex light.

What a surprise that the Sorcery Lord, who has always been loyal to Zur, has a connection with the Chief of the Dark Pines that is not known to the Troll Overseers?

It's really interesting......

The room that Herrios arranged for Lanlos was just right to overlook the whole view of Lake Elendal, and the clear water of the lake was full of life under the reflection of the green jungle, which made Lanlos feel calmed down.

Bantinorel's range only ends north of the Ellendal River, and the Taquelin on the border, the Tower of the Windranger, and the Far Wanderer's Camp are not enveloped by the barrier, as are the surrounding woodlands.

Rather than Quel'Salas' stunning gold, Lanlos prefers the verdant jungle.

Tomanson was right, having been a human for half his life, his taste did not change because he became a High Elf. This woodland full of natural breath can give him more peace of mind and a sense of belonging.

The danger of the Far Wanderer's camp would not change with the arrival of Lanloth, and just as he was enjoying his rare leisure, there was a commotion outside the door.

"Master Mage, are you there?"

Pushing open the door, Lanros was greeted by the familiar smiling face of Herrios.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's a troll. A flash of worry flashed between his brows, and the lieutenant seemed to stop talking, as Ranros waited patiently, he seemed to have made up his mind to continue speaking, "The spies at the front have heard that trolls have appeared in the southern jungle and are heading west en masse. ”

"What do you need me to do?" Although he was not under the jurisdiction of the Far Traveler, Lanlos did not refuse to help.

"It looks like they're trying to attack Taquiline and the Windranger Tower, but a small force of trolls has set up a guard on the way to Taqueline, and if the heralds get around them, there's a good chance they'll delay the plane. ”

"We need your spellcasting powers. ”

Nodding, Lanros immediately walked to the balcony, feeling the breeze blowing, and he immediately recited the incantation.

Soon, the aura of magic gathered in the wind, and soon it rode the light wind to the west.

Wind Signal is a communication spell that every mage must learn, so that it can be used to deliver urgent messages whenever needed.

However, in such a large camp, there is not a single arcanist who can cast Tier 2 spells?

"By the way, doesn't the Sunfury Legion have a spellcaster here?" Upon the successful delivery of the news, Lanlos immediately raised the question mark in his mind.

Hearing the question, Herios's face suddenly became ugly: "Don't you know, the Tower of the Morning Star is not far to the north, and due to the presence of the Magus Darkan, the spellcasters are more willing to stay in the Mage Tower. ”

"Darkan?" Hearing the familiar name, Lanlos's brow couldn't help but slowly move closer.

"Yes, with the presence of a magister, the Tower of the Morning Star is much more interesting to the mages of the Sunfury Legion than this broken camp. Herios shook his head with a wry smile, "And they don't need to follow my orders, plus the Tower of the Morning Star is also a garrison on Lake Elendall, so they didn't disobey the orders of the Grand Magus." ”

Lanloth was incredulous, "And now, the trolls are approaching and they don't want to help?"

There was no reply, and the bitterness on Herrios' face almost turned into substance.

No wonder Herrios's situation is so embarrassing, the Far Wanderer camp suffers so many attacks every year, without the help of the mage, Herrios wants to hold the camp, and sacrifice is absolutely indispensable.

Thinking of this, Lanlos seemed to understand something. Quel'Thalas's population is growing very slowly, and every elven ranger's life is precious, and what happened to Herrios is inseparable from every post-war report that exceeds expectations.

Lanlos somehow began to sympathize with the sad lieutenant, but ......

Thinking a little too much.

Patting his forehead, Lanlos quickly came back to his senses, looking at the Ranger Lieutenant who was still standing in front of him with a solemn face, he asked again, "Is there anything else?"

"In fact, I would like to invite you to help us with our interdiction mission. ”

"Block?"

Raising his eyebrows, Lanlos looked at Herios' slightly embarrassed smile, and the wrinkles on his forehead suddenly became deeper.