Sarjan's unruly and flamboyant personality stands out from the crowd among the generally arrogant and introverted High Elves.

To this day, Sarean remembers the teachings of a certain senior.

"One thing you have to remember, Sarean, is that people are different from each other."

"We can't meet everyone's expectations, and depending on the character you show, if someone likes it, there will naturally be someone who hates it."

"Don't change your nature in order to fit the general environment, your life is to live for yourself, and boldly show your true side."

"Don't worry, as long as it doesn't cause a big event, my sister will do her best to help you clean up your tail."

It was because of the promise made by her sister, who was also rebellious by nature, that Sarjan completely let go of her hands and feet, and made a great name in the southern part of the Yongge Forest.

…… Of course, not all of these reputations are positive.

Getting up and returning to his bunk, Saray began to rummage through his bags.

After a few moments, he pulled out a short knife wrapped in a leather sheath from his bag.

This was a commemorative gift from the sister who had put down her arrogance and led the team to leave Quel'Salas.

The short knife was made by herself by collecting materials, from the scabbard, the blade to the hilt, it was taken from the Demon Spring Lynx in the Yongge Forest, and a total of two were made.

One of them was given to her own brother, and the other was given to Sarean.

"呲~"

Since the blade is not metal, but is made of magical bobcat fangs, it causes very little movement when unsheathed.

Under the bewildered gaze of a large number of people from the other world, Sarjan reversed the blade and began to use this short knife of great significance...... Shave.

“？？？”

"The relationship is explained in vain for such a large part of the narration, I thought you would stage a touching drama of seeing things and thinking about people, but I didn't expect ......"

"That's not the point, I seem to have guessed who that rebellious sister is."

"Coincidentally, I have some ideas, too."

"The Riddler get out of Azeroth, I'll announce the answer! Aurelia Windranger. ”

There was a slight pause in the movement of the knife in Sarean's swinging of the knife.

These people...... He really knows the people and things of Azeroth. ’

'Not all of them are prophets who can predict the future, are they?' ’

After a period of experimentation, Salian roughly figured out how to use the live broadcast system that connected the two worlds.

He doesn't need to communicate with the barrage through words, as long as he has an idea in his heart, he can convey it naturally.

The previous memories were presented in the form of narration to the people from the other world who sent the barrage.

On the other hand, if Sarren has something he doesn't want to see in the barrage, he can also actively block the footage, and he won't be stared at by thousands of pairs of eyes when solving personal hygiene problems.

Shaving with a short sharp knife is a technical job, and the slightest mistake can leave a wound on the face.

Saljan, who was preoccupied, didn't notice that as the beard on his face fell off, the atmosphere of the barrage, which was still serious, gradually changed.

"Ahh I knew it! The appearance sealed by the beard is liberated! ”

"Handsome little elf giegie! I'm going to give you a monkey! ”

"What the hell? Suddenly something was starting to go wrong. ”

"The rice circle is coming?"

Shaving off the wild and messy beard, Sarjan's face was finally fully presented to everyone.

The High Elves have a unique advantage in appearance, and the average appearance of the whole race is far above the mainstream race humans in the Eastern Kingdom, not to mention the dwarves and dwarfs with five short statures.

In the sour comments of some humans in Azeroth, High Elf males tend to be feminine and lack masculinity.

It's a fact.

Because of their overly handsome appearance and self-proclaimed elegance, most High Elf males despise the rough muscular rods and always maintain a well-proportioned figure.

Quel'Salas rarely has the kind of toned body that can easily attract the crowing of a chicken of the opposite sex.

Unfortunately, Salian is one of them.

Saljan is not a ranger who relies on agility to survive, nor is he a mage who can resist damage with a magical shield and dodge everywhere.

As a warrior who charges ahead to absorb damage, you can't do it without a good body.

Taught by a famous teacher since childhood, Sarean's strength training has never been relaxed, and wearing heavy armor can also ensure sufficient mobility.

Considering the complex terrain and environment of the Yongge Forest, wearing heavy plate armor to move through the forest is basically a live target.

In a compromise, Salian took his mentor's advice and opted for a chain mail that balances both defense and flexibility.

Due to his own personality, Sarren's facial features are also handsome, but his temperament is a little tougher than that of ordinary male elves.

After taking off his armor, the thin shirt could not hide his graceful muscles, and the combination of good looks and good figure attracted a bunch of shouts from women from other worlds.

Sarjan: "? ”

Putting down the knife that had completed the shaving mission, Sarian touched his smooth chin with some discomfort.

"Haven't you ever seen a good-looking man?"

The barrage is another round of visible outbursts, and this time the main voice is a woman...... Probably.

Content...... Something is indescribable.

Just as Sarren was trying to learn more about Azeroth's future through his interactions with the barrage, the Night Ranger on the second floor of the camp suddenly let out a muffled voice.

"There is a situation!"

Sarren's originally peaceful eyes suddenly became sharp, and the piercing gaze affected the people who were watching from the other world, and the number of barrages suddenly became scarce.

"Wow!"

Putting on the disassembled chain mail as fast as he could, Sarjan lifted his two-handed sword on the weapon rack and strode closer to Haduron, who had been awakened.

As a veteran ranger, Haduron is very agile.

After stepping on the outer wall of the camp twice at random, he easily jumped to the second floor, and under the guidance of the night watchman, he opened his eagle eyes and looked into the distance.

Hawkeye is an important recouting skill that every Ranger is sure to master.

Saljan has not specialized in the art of Ranger, as evidenced by the fact that he only has a level 5 Ranger level.

But Hawkeye, a reconnaissance skill that can be used in all professions, will definitely not lose if you learn it.

In a state of war, the combatants of the Far Wanderer camp slept very lightly, and the slightest wind and grass woke everyone up.

In just a few minutes of commotion, the combatants of the various divisions of the Far Traveler were ready to face the battle.

Sarean is not as coquettish as Hadurun, he ascends to the second floor via a spiral staircase.

"Hawkeye, open."

With a slight swelling in his eyes, Sarren's eyesight was greatly enhanced, and he was able to catch strange things in the silence of the forest at night, which ordinary people could not see.

There must have been someone passing underneath those jiggling blades, but a closer look reveals no further detail.

"Trolls, they're really getting moving."

Hadurun's expression was solemn, and he glanced at his adjutant, who immediately jumped downstairs in understanding and began to organize defenses.

Forest Trolls, like the High Elves, are adept at fighting in the forest, and are very skilled at similar methods of concealment in the forest.

Haduron waited with a somewhat anxious expression, and when he saw that the adjutant had finished preparing for it, he immediately let go of his voice and shouted.

"Flares, fire!"

"Huh~"

More than a dozen bright fireworks were shot into the air by the rangers, and Amani trolls, sneaking up in the woods, finally had nothing to hide.

"Attack!"

The troll shield-wielding guards who rushed out of the forest were exposed to the eyes of the High Elves.

Without Haduron's special order, the rangers had already switched to rockets specifically aimed at the wooden shield, and a single salvo stopped the troll vanguard's charge.

"Something is wrong."

Haduron drew his bow and shot arrows, while he spared some of his energy to observe the trolls' movements.

"The number is too small, at least 60% less than during the day, there shouldn't be so many of their wounded, right?"

Sarjan, who was about to jump in to join the battle, suddenly thought of the development of the battle of Quel'Salas mentioned in the barrage.

"Is it ......?"