"What about wine......? You, you gang...... Drunk me? No, no way...... I still can, and I can still drink......"

Lanlos walked slowly forward with Ralas, who was too limp to walk on his own, his face covered in black lines.

This kid is usually popular, and those villagers and rangers are here to pour him wine, and none of them help him block the wine. If it weren't for his kindness, looking at the posture of those people, I'm afraid he would throw this kid directly into the wine barrel.

Why didn't Lanlos help him, you ask?

Hmph, life winners deserve it......

However, Lanlos is still very responsible, although he allowed a group of energetic young people to ravage and destroy Liras, but the latter is the one who invited him to the party, and Lanlos finally helped him up.

Originally, I wanted to send this kid to the squire and continue to go back to enjoy it, but the scale of this party was too large, and there was not a single living person left in the entire Windranger Hut. Helpless, Lanlos could only help Lilas back to the room by himself.

But......

"Where the hell do you kid live?" Seeing that the garden was lined with rooms on all sides, Lanlos was completely messy.

What about the hut? You are a Beijing compound, right?

After hesitating for a while, Lanlos sighed helplessly, and then placed Lilas next to the fountain pool in the middle of the garden, and washed his face with the help of the clear spring water in the pool.

Although the evil energy burning could help him get rid of his drunken state, the burning pain was really hard to get used to, and he himself wanted to relax in this way, so he didn't choose to suffer.

The cold water splashed on his face, and Lan Luoston felt much more sober, and was thinking about finding a random room to put Lilas in, when a wisp of evening breeze with a faint smell of sea came to his face.

The familiar scent of grass crept through his nose, and as if sensing something, Lanlos turned his head to look at the end of the garden. In the moonlight, a touch of green color looks so dazzling.

Sylvanas sat on the edge of a landscaped balcony at the back of the garden, not far from the shore, shrouded in night. If it weren't for the evening breeze stirring the hem of her skirt and making it flutter, her quiet appearance would have looked like a painting.

But she's not looking at the coast at night.

In front of Sylvanas, a map of the area was pinned to the floor with three daggers, and next to it was a large stack of bound papers. She was intently flipping through the report in her hand, and from time to time she picked up a pen and carefully sketched something on the map.

"You're really in the middle of the night. ”

As Sylvanas leaned over the map again, the male elf's disrespectful voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Her brow furrowed slightly, she recognized the voice.

Lanlos walked out of the corner of the corridor next to him, looking at the Ranger General who was almost lying on the ground, but the appreciative smile on his face seemed a little obscene, making the latter feel a chill inexplicably.

This can't be entirely blamed on Lanros, Sylvanas' posture at the moment is really impressive. In order to annotate the landmap, the Ranger General was almost lying on the ground.

Because of her movements, the long skirt on her body suddenly tightened, outlining a hot curve, coupled with that proud curve......

Although she is a ranger general, Sylvanas is not the master who can sit in the rear and command, she is also good at fighting, and her long combat experience not only makes her famous, but also gives her a graceful figure.

With the bright moonlight, Lanlos is a feast for the eyes.

Thank you, Elune......

Sylvanas was not stupid, and when she saw the smile on the other party's face and the gaze that wandered away from her, she immediately stood up, and her cold gaze almost turned into a real ice pick. What's even more frightening is that at some point, she has grabbed a snowy dagger in her hand.

"You don't think you're long, are you?"

"No, no, no, everyone has a love for beauty, and I am appreciating, appreciating. Noticing a flash of knife light in the corner of his eye, Lan Luo kept waving his hand, and his flattering smile was full of apologies, although it was very tricky, but at least it was given to the other party 'reach out and not hit the smiling man'.

"How did you get here? Guards?" Sylvanas flicked his wrist and heard a soft thud, and the dagger returned to the corner of the map, not continuing to offend the other party.

Seeing that the dagger perfectly fit the gap in the map, Lan Luos couldn't help but swallow quietly, and the only trace of heat in his heart disappeared in an instant.

"I'd like to meet the guards, but they all seem to have gone to the party, and they haven't even seen a ghost along the way. ”

"Anyway, you didn't pay attention when you first came here?"

"I snuck here. Sylvanas said this so generously that there was no way to associate her with something like stealth.

Lan Luo pursed his lips, looked at the documents at her feet, and shook his head helplessly: "Anyway, you are also one of the masters of this party, isn't it too boring to greet everyone and come here to work?"

"Boring?" Sylvanas scoffed, "I'm doing this because of your. ”

"Me?" Surprise and confusion just appeared on Lan Luos's face, and the other party had already thrown the document in Zhou's hand into his arms.

"These are the ones I just took out of Aurelia's room, see for yourself. ”

After a brief glance, Lanlos quickly understood the general contents. These are records of Aurelia's team's encounters with demons, as well as details the general distribution of the Dark Pine Trolls.

It was definitely a great help for Lanlos in his quest to pursue Kergash, the chief of the Dark Pines.

"I didn't expect you to be so concerned. The more he looked at the reports, the more intense the touch in Lanlos's heart became. Although it was a little incredible, Sylvanas gave up his rare vacation time to sort out and analyze these things regardless of the image, which made Lanlos very touched indeed.

If he could, he would be happy to repay it with a personal promise......

"Where do you want to go?" Seeing the other man's eyes glow with a gentle light, Sylvanas shuddered and goosebumps fell to the ground, and then smacked him mercilessly, "I just don't want Aurelia to be in danger because of your mission." ”

“...... Ahem, did you find anything?" instantly put away the tender and watery expression of gratitude, even with the face of Ranros, he was still embarrassed, and then he immediately changed the subject smartly.

The teasing smile was fleeting, and when it came to business, Sylvanas quickly straightened up: "According to the available reports, most of the Dark Pine Warlocks have been integrated with Amani's troops, but there are still a few groups of Warlocks who act independently. ”

"Their actions are not consistent with the troll army, as if they were on some special mission, and they didn't leave the area even when we reclaimed the Far Wanderer camp. ”

"What's more, even if their leader is not with them, they will definitely have a way to contact the leader, or even more specific clues to their location. ”

With the experience just now, Sylvanas did not continue to lean over, but did not know where to take out an arrow, pointed to the corner of the map under his feet, and said.

A hint of obvious regret flashed across Lanros's face, but Sylvanas frowned as he stepped forward to take a closer look at the map.

"Sebutira?" Lanros couldn't help but wonder as he looked at the cluster of arrows pointing into the mountains and forests south of the Wanderer's camp, "Isn't this the gathering place of trolls who have been fighting the Wanderer's camp all along?"

Seeing Lanloth bend over and approach the map, the corners of Sylvanas's mouth suddenly hooked a charming and dangerous arc, and then raised the arrow and slammed it on Lanloth's head: "Are you stupid?"

"Whew!" let out a cry of pain, the elven mage quickly got up, and looked at the serious ranger general with a look of indignation, "You ......"

"I'm talking about this. Sylvanas continued to point at the map with a cluster of arrows, and there was nothing wrong with the serious expression on her face, as if it wasn't her work at all.

Seeing this, Lanlos was stunned, then remembered his task, suppressed the indignant emotion, and looked down at the arrow in the other party's hand. But this time he learned to be obedient and didn't bend down.

Sylvanas was referring to the southern part of Seboutira, near the troll camp called Sebnoy in front of the gates of Zuaman, an unmarked area of the jungle.

But......

This woman just certainly didn't mean that this position, I can assure you......

Glancing at Sylvanas's slightly furrowed face, I don't know if it was my own delusion, Lanros always felt that the corners of her mouth seemed to rise slightly.

"Most of our recent wars with trolls have focused on these two locations. Pointing at Sebutira and Sebnois, Sylvanas became completely serious, "A man who has been fighting a tug-of-war with us at the Far Wanderer camp with the help of the Amani guerrillas. ”

"And Sebnoy is Zuaman's watchdog, and only by destroying it completely can a large army be assembled to launch a general attack on Zuaman. ”

"But we don't have an advantage in numbers compared to the trolls, and they're no less experienced in jungle combat than we are. Under the control of the two parties, the Far Travelers have not been able to completely exterminate them......"

"Uh, what's the use of you telling me this?" Lanros interrupted cautiously, blinking. Although he knew nothing about military affairs, this did not prevent him from understanding the rules of the army.

Sylvanas's words just now were almost on the verge of the charge of 'leaking military secrets', and looking at that posture, it seemed that if she didn't stop it, she was likely to really leak it. Everyone likes to hear secrets, but if it comes at the cost of criminal law, Lanlos would rather know less about it.

"Based on the information we have so far, we can tell that the trolls who are acting alone are between these two camps, but so many people from the Sunfury and Aurelia have not found their traces, and I don't think you can find them, unless you ......"

Seeing the corners of Sylvanas's mouth curled up, with a posture of 'I'm just hanging your appetite, what can you do with me', Lanros pulled up a smile that wasn't too obvious: "Unless you wait for the Far Traveler to completely uproot these two camps, those trolls who act alone will lose their shelter and will naturally show their feet, right?"

"Hehe, you're smart. With his hands on his chest, Sylvanas was laughing, but it was bitterly cold. Obviously, Lanloth's words made her lose the capital to tease herself, and she was very upset.

Seeing such a childish scene on the other side, Lan Luos felt deeply helpless.

General, are we talking about business, can we be serious? Don't you want to be distracted by the Qing Dynasty......