Lanlos bowed his head silently, and then turned away as if nothing had happened, but all this was tantamount to stealing the bell in the eyes of the Ranger General.

"I know you. After delivering the mission, Sylvanas suddenly relaxed, and when he saw that everyone had dispersed, he quickly stopped the mage, "Lanloth, I haven't heard your name much in this time. ”

Lanlos had always been in awe of the Ranger General, especially after the last hurried meeting and Lotherma's reminder. After all the feud Lanloth had with Aurelia the other day, he felt even more guilty about looking at the Windranger.

Hearing the other party's voice, Lanlos's back seemed to be poked by two ice picks, and a chill suddenly surged. With a wry smile, he shrugged his shoulders and turned away generously.

"It's an honor to meet you, esteemed Sylvanas Windrunner. ”

"I remember you weren't such a modest person. With his hands on his chest, the corners of the Ranger General's mouth hooked into a very seductive arc, not caring at all about highlighting the beautiful scenery of the collarbone and the vicinity because of his movements.

But Lanlos wasn't really in the mood to watch this scene right now.

"Could it be that Winlessa and Aurelia are wrong about what they told me?" Sylvanas looked pensive with slender fingertips on her lower lip, but her shadowy eyes remained fixed on each other.

Like a hunter who focuses on playing with his prey, it is cold and full of playfulness.

"Humility is an attitude towards life, but people are inherently changeable. Facing the other party's eyes, Lan Luos's mood gradually calmed down, as if he was a hedgehog who had encountered a threat, and now he has entered the battle state!

"Hmph, hypocrisy. Obviously sensing the change in the other party, Sylvanas grinned inexplicably, and after dropping such a summary, he turned around and left directly.

Lanlos felt empty at the moment, as if he had gathered his strength and punched the cotton, and it was still in full view.

There was a hint of desolation in the embarrassment, which made Lan Luos's fighting spirit that had just risen as if it had been poured with a basin of ice water and was extinguished in an instant.

But what can be done? Choice, of course......

Of course, it's to break your teeth and swallow it in your stomach, do you want to go up and pull the other party's theory? Isn't that looking for death?

Smiling helplessly, the elven mage put his hood back on.

Inside the tower hall, a detailed map of the area was tiled across the walls, and magical balls of light floated around the corners, each outline and text clearly visible in the soft glow.

"Trolls attacking the Tower of the Morning Star are rampant, not only setting up camp nearby, but also attacking us. ”

Sylvanas had now lifted her hood, her long, straight and supple hair falling on her straight back, shimmering in an unconsciously indulgent light under the clear sky. However, compared to her enviable Yunqing silk, her face without powder is even more beautiful and frightening.

The plump and sexy lips were tightly pursed, and the original flame-like fiery red flushed with a touch of paleness, rendering the overall color as pink as a gorgeous peach blossom, but it was inexplicably distressing. The long pale golden eyebrows on the bridge of their noses were pale and they tried very hard to get close to each other because of their master's distress, but they were never able to do so.

Below, those sharp eyes as sharp as arrows were projecting cold light all the time, making everyone who looked at her lose their ambiguous reverie. Because they know that this woman is a ranger general!

"Attack? their dragoons?"

"No, it's a flock of birds of prey, they're fast, and their claws can easily hurt Sherry. ”

Sherris is the dragon eagle of Sharindra, and it stands to reason that it is difficult for ordinary eagles and eagles to have the courage to attack the dragon eagle, even if it is a giant eagle domesticated by Amani, it is very difficult to hurt the dragon eagle through the tough skin of the feathers.

What's more, these extremely glamorous big guys, known as the 'Sons of the Phoenix', can also do fire magic.

Sylvanas' brow furrowed, "How are these birds of prey different from what we've encountered before?"

"Bigger, more ferocious, more ......," after a pause, Sharindra herself seemed to think that her words were ridiculous, "more disciplined, like a united pack of wolves." ”

"How is that possible? These birds of prey are proud creatures, they can surrender, but they can't ...... in groups"

"Herios!" interrupting the lieutenant's speech, Sylvanas's face turned cold, "Now that I'm the supreme commander of the camp, remember to shut up when I haven't asked you to speak." ”

"Yes......" A complicated glint flashed on his face, and the lieutenant quickly nodded and retreated knowingly.

Ignoring the dissatisfaction and grievances shown by the other party, Sylvanas nodded to the adjutant and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Like I said, wolves, they're instructed to work together, and if it weren't for Shelllis's timely response, my team and I probably wouldn't be intact. ”

Looking at the upper right corner of the map, the Ranger General fell into deep thought. Seeing this, Sharindra gave up her place to the other adjutant, and Vo Aihir immediately stepped forward: "As for Yang Scar Peak, I'm sorry, we searched the mountains within a hundred miles, and except for some lynx wolves, we didn't find any traces of trolls and war bears. ”

Click!

The two fingers suddenly exerted force, and the pen shaft sandwiched in it broke instantly, and Sylvanas had no expression, but it was precisely because of this that everyone felt a strange cold current rising from the soles of their feet: "You mean, the batch of corpses that were burned not long ago, as well as the footprints, pits, and destroyed facilities on the west side of the camp are all fake?"

"No, General. Bowing his head respectfully, Voaihir offered his guess, "I think it should be the kind of witchcraft that the second lieutenant said. ”

"Witchcraft?" Slowly shifting her gaze, Sylvanas looked at Lotherma, who was dozing off in a chair not far away, pursed her lips, and waved her hand forward.

For!

A dull voice sounded, and a knife that was half-submerged on the table appeared in front of Lotherma. The latter, who was one step away from the Ranger Lord in the first place, immediately woke up at the same time as Sylvanas threw the throwing knife, and rolled backwards in an extremely standard position.

However, instinct overlooked one thing, and his back still hasn't recovered.

"Ahh

Halfway through the evasion, the pain caused Lotherma to let out a terrible scream and fall straight to the ground like a zombie.

"In this situation, you can sleep too? Lotherma, I haven't seen you for a few months, why have you become so sloppy? Do you also want to imitate some people to eat and wait for death?"

For the last sentence, Sylvanas did not name names, she was measured, and when she was so straightforward at this time, it only added to the confusion and did not play any role. However, Herrios was obviously seated in the right seat, gritted his teeth, but said nothing.

"General, you know, when the medicinal effects of the root grass evaporate, there will be slight drowsiness. Lotherma stood up with the help of her adjutant, her face full of grievances.

However, the Ranger General did not let go of the wrinkle between his eyebrows: "Root grass, did you use the lowest level of recovery ointment, have you eaten all the golden ginseng by those priests?!"

"A lot of Far Wanderers were badly hit by the last troll attack, and I could hold on, but they couldn't. ”

"They need it more than I do. ”

Lotherma laughed, her eyes turned into two small slits, her golden eyelashes curved innocently, and her words sounded extremely bland, as calmly as eating and drinking, she won everyone's respect, and her silly smile made the whole hall only breathe.

Everyone was silent......

"Nonsense!" Sylvanas soon after, however, broke the silence: "Voahir. ”

"In!"

"Take the second lieutenant down, let those priests use as many quick healing ointments and healing spells as they want, and I want the second lieutenant to take off all the bandages tomorrow morning!" the Ranger General's sonorous words were mixed with a self-silenced momentum, and although Lotherma wanted to retort, he opened his mouth and did not dare to speak under the gaze of those razor-like eyes.

"To make sure you can join the battle normally!"

"Yes!" Voishir unceremoniously snatched Lotherma from Rheel's hands, and then dragged him out of the hall in a domineering manner.

Seeing that his chief was snatched away by this woman, Reel couldn't sit or sit well, so he could only follow with a helpless face.

On the side, Lanlos, who was quietly looking at Sylvanas, showed a strange brilliance in his eyes.

This woman is very strong, sometimes even unreasonable, but she is affectionate and righteous, and knows how to make trade-offs.

Although Lotherma's consideration for her subordinates is heartwarming, don't forget that Azeroth is a high-martial world, and the gap between the leader's combat power and that of ordinary soldiers is very obvious.

If there were a choice between ten Far Travelers and one Lotharma, Lotharma herself would definitely choose the former, but Sylvanas would definitely choose the latter.

It's realistic, but, sensible.

It's no wonder that he can be qualified for the position of Ranger General at a young age, and it's no wonder that he can become an existence admired by the entire Quel'Salas, and it's no wonder that he can be feared and loved by so many people.

Sylvanas, well deserved.