The lush bushes slapped mercilessly against the door and skin, but the elven ranger did not stop sprinting because of the pain, like a nimble snake, jumping through the woods, running desperately in the direction of the setting sun.

"Phew-"

The scream of the clouds was like a whip, inspiring the rampant ranger to speed up again.

Behind him, more than a dozen sturdy black shadows fanned towards him and approached, even though he was Queldore, although he was the darling of the Eternal Song Forest, he was not the forest's own son after all. With their incredible agility and mobility, these nimble lynxes gradually narrowed the distance between themselves and him.

Beads of sweat spread across his forehead, and Lesevarin's breathing gradually became disordered, and his mind gradually became desperate.

After leaving the lieutenant and the others, Lesevalin had been cautiously approaching the Far Wanderer camp, but helplessly, with the powerful tracking ability of Amani's giant eagle and the bobcat, his exposure became inevitable.

Thankfully, these natural hunters don't seem to be hungry today, and are playing tricks on him more than capturing him. It's like a game, a game that uses the panic and desperation of its prey to delight the hunter.

A herd of animals!

A hideous look had just appeared on his face, and a slender branch slammed into his cheek, just blocking Lesservarin's view. Without time to think about the new wound, Lesseverin suddenly felt something stumble on the instep of his foot, and let out a scream of exclamation, and fell forward hard.

Finished!

There was a sharp pain in the joint, and the thought flashed through Lesevalin's mind for a moment, and the despair on his face suddenly disappeared as he glanced at his right foot, which was bent at an unusual angle.

Looking at the sturdy bobcat slowly approaching and the giant eagle resting on the branches, Lesevalin became relieved, and his wry smile gradually became hideous, and he quietly pulled out his scimitar from his back waist......

Roar!

A heavy scream surged like rolling thunder, and unlike the Amani Eagle, this unique howl was like a dragon-like beast that swept through the jungle with a terrifying deterrent.

This voice is a dragon eagle!

The look on Lesevalin's face froze for a moment, and hope came back to her heart when she saw a galloping arrow nailed to the head of the bobcat in front of her.

"General!" said Sharindra hurried into the hall, her loud voice immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Most of them were dissatisfied, but Sylvanas knew her lieutenant well, and set her eyes on her as soon as the other party entered the door: "What did you find?"

"Survivor, he brought a message, Lieutenant Tommanson's troops, can't come back!"

Wow –

The crowd was in an instant, and every face was in disbelief and panic, except for a flash of happiness on Herios's face.

And this scene happened to be captured by Lanlos.

I just don't know, did Sylvanas find out......

"Silence!" slammed the table hard, and the Ranger General's face was frighteningly flat, "Let my lieutenant continue." ”

Seeing that the noise gradually subsided, Sharindra nodded: "Lieutenant Tomenson is still alive, he and his adjutant, and a few survivors, they are hiding. But without any supplies, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tomorrow. ”

With a frown furrowed, Sylvanas asked Darkan, who was not far away, "How long will it take for Taquilin's reinforcements to reach the camp?"

The Magister's face was very tired, not only to help the camp build defenses, but also to transmit and receive communications at all times, and the work of the entire army belonging to the mages was basically handed over to him.

As for Lanloth, this kid is proficient in spell combat, and he not only proved this in the battle with Nalorlac, but also left a deep impression on everyone. As the so-called good steel is used on the blade, let Lanlos, a 'reckless man', do communication work, who will be responsible in case of mistakes?

What's more, Lanlos is not part of the Sunfury Legion, and his current status is a civilian, so he is indeed not obligated to carry out these tasks.

As for why he stayed here, it was purely because he couldn't receive news from the Academy. The farther away you are, the greater the cost of communication magic, and the island is the north and south ends of the entire country compared to this one.

Counting on the overworked Darkan to help, I am afraid that the other party will spit a mouthful of old blood in his face, not to mention, Lanloth has always maintained a suspicious attitude towards this 'conscientious' magister......

Lanloth himself couldn't establish communication at such a distance, so he could only wait for reinforcements to arrive and establish communication with Silvermoon City to obtain his next mission.

"It just so happens that we'll be here by tomorrow night. Darkan, who was slumped in his position, finally straightened his back, and the appearance of doing his best made everyone want to give a thumbs up.

Except for Lanlos, whose gaze hidden under his hood shimmered with a sharp light, unpredictable.

"If you wait for reinforcements to arrive and then go to search and rescue, Lieutenant, they ......" was only halfway through the words, but everyone understood what Sharindra wanted to express, and they couldn't help but fall into thought.

At this juncture, Herrios, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly stood up: "Judging from the previous reconnaissance, the number of enemies who have invaded the Tower of the Morning Star is not much less than ours. ”

"Under the threat of the Bobcat and the Giant Eagle, not only does the squad have a great chance of being exposed, but the Dragon Eagle Riders may not be able to land, and if they want to come up with enough rescue troops, the Far Wanderer camp will inevitably lose its ability to defend. ”

"When the time comes, this place will definitely not be able to stop those trolls lurking in the Yang Scar Peak. ”

"We have to wait for reinforcements to arrive before we can launch a rescue operation. ”

Herrios' analysis was well-founded and won the approval of most people, but neither Lanros nor Sylvanas had any desire to nod. The former showed a faint mockery, while the latter was murderous!

"I'm disappointed in you. The Ranger General lowered his voice like a cheetah staring at an antelope's throat, "You see, just because I didn't punish you for your previous mistakes doesn't mean I've let you go. ”

"I'm giving you a chance, but now ......" Shaking his head slightly, Sylvanas had put away that uncompetitive expression, as if the other party was no longer a soldier, but an ordinary civilian, "This war is over, if you can't hand in an answer sheet that satisfies me, then, go home." ”

"......" was like a giant hand pinching his heart, and Herios's face was full of disbelief and thick, panic.

He, Herios, had no special abilities, and had dedicated most of his life to Quel'Thalas, and if he were to write an autobiography of his life, the words Far Traveler and Ranger would appear on every page, and definitely more than once!

But now, let me leave the troops? No......

Lanlos clearly witnessed the change in Herios's expression, and he was a little surprised, but rightfully so.

Herios is indeed cautious and selfish, but he has been here for decades, without merit or toil. Now he was snatched by Tommanson, who was parachuted in, and no one could be happy to throw it on anyone.

It was because he loved the land, and the selfless dedication of Quildore, that he did not want it to be handed over to a young officer who could only talk on paper.

Because of love, so hurt.

Herrios made the most regrettable mistake.

Although extenuating, it is unforgivable.

"Because of you, the defensive capacity of the camp has shrunk, and the casualties and losses have increased significantly. Because of you, hundreds of our compatriots have fallen into the hands of trolls......"

"Think about it, what are you supposed to do now compared to intrigue. Give me an account, an account for my dead compatriots......"

Sylvanas tore off Herios' disguise and self-comfort, and after seeing the boundless remorse and self-blame in the other person's eyes, she sighed softly, leaving the other party with one last chance.

"Tommanson, we have to save. Circling around, Sylvanas put away his expression, leaving nothing cold and sharp.

"But what about the camp?" said a young lieutenant with a shudder, swallowing unconsciously as he saw the Ranger General turn his head.

"The earth is dead, but man is alive. Sylvanas was clearly struggling with her decision, and after a short moment of silence, whispered, "Let's abandon the camp!"

Without waiting for the surprised crowd to question, Sylvanas, who had made the decision, immediately became firm, and issued an order like a cannon, without giving the others a chance to refute: "Darkan, notify all reinforcements immediately, let them be stationed in Corona Village, we expect to go to the rendezvous in four days." ”

"Sharindra, immediately organize a team of riders to form a vanguard and work with me to determine the location of the rescue target and the distribution of those trolls. ”

"Others, give you an hour to assemble, and in an hour, head in the direction of the flare!"

"Not only do we have to save people, but we also have to deal a heavy blow on these trolls! Let them know the cost of invading our land!Selama ashal'anore!"

Seeing that a group of people rushed out in a hurry, Lan Luos leisurely crossed Erlang's legs, so it was not easy.

"As for you. Sylvanas focused on the only two mages in the entire camp, and the sudden shouting nearly caused the latter to fall under the table.

"I heard that your combat ability is good?"

"Uh......"

"Very well, you come with me!" Without giving the other party time to argue, Sylvanas decisively issued a mission to the idle arcanist.

"Let's go, where are you going......" As if sensing something, Lanlos set his eyes on the lakeside viewing platform, only to hear a loud chirp, and a huge golden figure appeared in his sight.