Counting the Far Wanderer troops stationed in Windwalker Village and Windrunner's Tower, nearly half of them were already lost, plus civilians and other strongholds and villages that had lost contact with the surrounding area...... This day will be the heaviest day in Quel'Salas in nearly a thousand years.

Fortunately, the Alliance reinforcements brought by Aurelia arrived in time, but the Horde's retreat was only temporary, as long as they found that the Alliance's follow-up troops were still delayed in Hinterland, they could launch another assault at any time at any time.

To do this, the surviving people must be evacuated as quickly as possible. It just so happened that Kurtilas's fleet became the best helper.

Lanloth pushed open the hatch, and although the shaking beneath his feet made him feel slightly uncomfortable, the flickering candle flame in the room brought some warmth.

Although he doesn't have a half-official position, Lan Luo is a hero who sheds his blood for the alliance and elves, and it is really unreasonable not to prepare an independent guest room for him.

However, due to the large number of people who need to be transferred, it is enough for him to be able to draw such a small compartment on the ship. Falling headlong on a single bed that was not very comfortable, the mage yawned and wanted to meet Zhou Gong directly.

He's tired enough today, let alone undressing, he doesn't even want to move a finger.

But just as he was about to fall asleep in a daze, the door was suddenly slowly pushed open, and a graceful figure came into his eyes.

"What are you ......" Ranros had just said when Sylvanas stepped forward and gently pressed his mouth with a slender finger.

After a brief pause, the Ranger General lost his capable armament, and at the same time faded the strength and majesty of his face.

The delicate, tired girl climbed into the single bed, her soft arms wrapped around her chest, and the whole person curled up and squeezed into his arms. Seeing this scene, Lanlos's face was filled with infinite pity and warmth. He carefully brushed the ends of the hair from the corners of the other party's mouth, looked at the delicate and perfect side face, and his powerful arms tightly wrapped around the ranger who seemed to be about to merge into his body.

She is an invincible ranger general, but in the same way, she is also a beautiful girl in the mood for love.

The title of Ranger General is an honor as well as a shackle. In front of people, she is always strong, confident, and indomitable. But behind the scenes, when she no longer needs to prove to others that she has the ability to bear this honor, sadness, pain and loneliness, these pent-up negative emotions will always explode.

The terrible thing is that she can only suffer silently alone. Just because, she is a ranger general.

Thinking of this, Lanlos's arms tightened even tighter, as if he wanted to stuff this soft body into his heart. The powerful arms and scorching body temperature gave Sylvanas a sense of security. Although the sadness in her heart was still churning, there was obvious stability on her face.

Especially the sweet slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, which once made Lan Luos feel ape.

However, exhaustion and pity for Sylvanas suppressed the heat in his heart, and he embraced each other in his arms, sniffing the faint fragrance, and the two fell asleep together.

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I don't know if it was because the boat was moving too fast or because it was really exhaustion, Aurelia had to hold on to the handrail as she walked down the steps.

Maybe it's just that the sea breeze has been blowing for too long and I'm a little cold.

Aurelia touched her cold cheeks, shook her head and pulled herself back together, walking towards the corner cabin as she remembered.

"It should be here, right?" After making sure she remembered correctly, Aurelia raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, when she suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Anyway, why is there no sound at all? That guy can't fall asleep, right? Or find a chance to thank him tomorrow?

That's right, Aurelia was standing outside Lanloth's door right now. As for the so-called thanks, don't forget, it was Lanlos who gave his life to save Sylvanas. And it was also because of his help that Queldore was able to barely have some self-protection ability in front of the Red Dragon.

Besides, she just asked him to send a letter at the beginning, but she didn't want this guy to be so good and do it so personally, which naturally made Aurelia, who had always questioned his character, unhappy. At least saying thank you to her face is what she should do.

Of course, Aurelia came to him so late, naturally not just these things. There are some more intimate topics that are not suitable for public discussion. But today, the tacit understanding that Lanlos and his sister inadvertently showed made her heart feel confused.

It's no wonder that she is nosy, the impression of this elven mage has really left her with too deep a bad record, and she doesn't want her beloved sister to be deceived or even dragged down by this cunning mage.

Thinking of this, Aurelia took a deep breath and was about to knock, but the moment her finger touched the wooden door, she was surprised to find that the door was not closed.

But the lights in the room have been extinguished?

After a brief pause, she quietly pushed open a crack in the door with a little suspicion and apprehension, and with the help of the bright moonlight cast through the window, two tightly intertwined figures came into her sight. Almost subconsciously, her pupils contracted violently.

The soft moonlight drove away the darkness in the room, and the long pale blonde hair that slid smoothly down the edge of the bed was all too familiar to her.

Suddenly, the endless anger set off an irrepressible impulse, and Aurelia was about to break through the door, but the moment the strength poured into her palm, she stopped.

Sylvanas subconsciously shrank back from the effect of the sea breeze that seemed to have slipped in through the crack in the door, and almost at the same time, Lanlos gently lifted the cloak that was placed on her, almost enveloping her whole body in his arms.

It was supposed to be an infinitely warm scene, but Aurelia was struck by lightning and stood on the spot. It wasn't until a long time later that she lowered her head and quietly closed the door. After standing still for a moment, she retracted her footsteps and slowly walked away like a ghost.

I am, what's wrong?

The palms of her hands unconsciously clenched to her chest, and the indescribable sensation made Aurelia feel stunned.

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The light of dawn illuminated the scorched earth beneath Orgrim's feet, behind him were embers of houses and forests, and in front of him, a vast blue sea. On the horizon out of reach are the last few Alliance ships that are drifting away.

What a familiar scene, what a familiar ......

"Failed again. Red angrily waved the broadsword in his hand, "Our enemies have once again escaped from the sea in our palms, we could have taken them down in one fell swoop last night!"

"Our troops are not fully assembled, and that would cost us a lot. Doomhammer turned, his piercing gaze barricaneously blocking back what the lieutenant was about to say, "Our purpose is to breach the capital of Quel'Thalas, not this small frontier stronghold. ”

Seeing that the adjutant dared to be angry, Orgrim smiled disdainfully, and immediately said to Itreig: "Inform everyone and get ready." Now that the Alliance knows our intentions, we must speed up and not let them put us in a position where we are exposed to the enemy. ”