Anastria's increasingly outrageous problems are a major headache for Saljan.

Is this kind of question about the future of national policy that I can answer and dare to answer as a civilian? ’

The Sun King was unrestrained for a long time, and Sarian still hadn't figured out what his central idea was.

Fortunately, the barrage, which can objectively overlook the overall situation from a third-party perspective, helped him see the old king's intentions clearly.

No matter how much his topic jumps, the attitude revealed between the lines is Huairou.

Salian doesn't like to use his brain to think, he prefers to use his fists to convince people with "reason".

Although the piccolo presented by Ellett soothed the restlessness in the depths of Sarren's soul to a certain extent, the brainless habit that he had developed over the years was not so easy to change.

Anastria has been at odds with the Silvermoon Council and the nobles for many years, and they like to go around in circles in the manner of the Riddler, openly and secretly trying to confront each other.

Although Anastria has tried to restrain its previous style as much as possible when talking to Saljan, it is still very uncomfortable for Salajan who likes to go straight.

Taking a step back, even if he understood what he meant, Sarian did not want to directly intervene in the dispute between the royal family and the nobility.

Anastria is nothing more than taking a fancy to the origin of his maternal family, hoping to establish a good relationship with the dragon clan through the Sarean as a link, and climb a golden thigh for the royal family of the Sunchaser.

It has to be said that the old king's ideas were a little ahead of their time.

At this time, Salian didn't even know where the dragon's base camp was, and the only dragon he had ever seen appeared in mortal form, and he couldn't even figure out whether the dragons would approve of him.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Sarren, who wanted to touch the fish, chose to talk to him left and right.

"Your Majesty, I'm not good at using my brain, and I really can't answer your question."

Anastria glanced at Vellais behind him, and a hint of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the loyal intelligence chief.

The Sun King sighed softly, "I'm still too anxious, this child's growth is far from enough." ’

After a moment of silence, a gentle smile returned to Anasria's face.

"Well, I'm thinking too much."

Raising his hand to draw an arcane rune in the void, a letter with a faint fragrance suddenly appeared on the coffee table in front of Anasria.

"Boom~"

Using his pen as a hand, the Sun King left strips of pale blue arcane handwriting on the letterhead.

Saljan didn't even know what was written, and the arcane aura between the handwriting dissipated and melted into the letterhead.

'Encrypt letters?' ’

In just one minute, Anasteria had written the entire letter, packed it into a gorgeous golden-red envelope, and pressed the fire paint representing the royal family of the Sunchaser on the seal.

"Sarean, I know you'll soon be leaving the Eternal Song Forest and heading south to Lordaeron for training."

"Just right, help me deliver a letter to Laran, and give it to Kael'thas."

Salian took the envelope that was still smelling and asked puzzledly, "Your Majesty, why don't you just send someone to teleport Dalaran?" ”

Anastria shook her head with a wry smile: "You ...... the tribe Or rather, not enough about war. ”

"Before any country goes to war, it will first find a way to block the enemy's reinforcements and intelligence transmission, and spatial teleportation will inevitably be targeted, just like when we fought with the tribe before."

"The Horde first entered Azeroth at the expense of mages using space spells to send reinforcements, and since then, they have had warlocks disrupt the structure of the magic web within a certain range before going to war."

"Now the magic net around Lordaeron is like a ball of yarn played by a cat, and if we open the portal rashly, it is likely to fall into spatial turbulence, so we can only temporarily use the most primitive method of communication."

Salian nodded suddenly: "No wonder Aurelia and the others also set off on foot, I thought it was ......"

Anastria smiled and added the second half of Sarren's unspoken sentence: "Think we deliberately make things difficult for the Alliance? ”

"Now that we've decided to form an alliance, there's really no need to make small moves in a place like this."

"The previous local war has proven that Quel'Salas alone cannot defeat the Horde by military prowess."

"If we want to defeat the orcs from another world, we need strong allies, and the alliance general named Tulayan came at the right time."

I'm afraid it's more than that. ’

Under the baptism of the barrage, Salian only believed half of the Sun King's words.

The military strength of the tribe is indeed strong, and the individual combat power of those orcs who drink the blood of demons is still above that of trolls, which is very difficult to deal with.

The low fertility rate of the High Elves has seriously slowed down Quel'Thalas's development, and to put it bluntly, Quel'Thallas can't afford to die.

Once a generation of elites is lost, it will take at least a hundred years to recover.

After cooperating with the Alliance, the High Elves with strong firepower in the back row can justifiably hide behind the human army and pour firepower, without worrying about being easily approached by the orcs, which can minimize the loss of personnel.

"Okay, that's all for today."

Anastria's face was full of fatigue: "I finally survived until the end of this local war, and the internal turmoil has temporarily subsided, I really should take a good rest." ”

"Wellles, help me deliver a guest."

"It's rare to see your family, so you can take a break today."

"Yes."

……

Saléan and his uncle, Velles, hadn't seen each other for several years.

A few years is nothing for a long-lived elf.

As the leader of the Backlight Blade, the pressure on the shoulders of Verles, who is in charge of intelligence, grows after Azeroth gradually enters a turbulent era.

Aside from the time he had to sleep every day, he himself couldn't remember the last time he had left his post to rest.

When the two of them walked out of the study one after the other, Valilla dutifully stood guard at the door, carefully observing around with a sharp gaze.

Vellais first handed over work to Valeera, and during his absence, Backlight Blade sent another backbone member to protect the Sun King's safety, and Valeera was also incorporated into the team.

The talented Valera has long been a key target for Backlight Blade, and it will be a rare experience for her to protect the Sun King at close range.

On the way back to the Shadow Family Mansion, there was very little conversation between Villeres and Sarren.

This does not mean that the relationship between the uncle and nephew is not good, Wellles is originally such a quiet character, and he often points to the key as soon as he speaks.

"Sarjan, do you understand the purpose behind the questions Your Majesty has asked today?"

Sarjan stared at him and nodded solemnly, "I probably understand, but I don't think that's something I should worry about." ”

In the words of the barrage, there is no need for the people of Sarian to the heart of the head of state.

Due to the bad experiences of his childhood, he did not have much sense of belonging to this country, but was accustomed to the Yongge Forest as his hometown.

Since he didn't intend to meddle in state affairs that had nothing to do with him, Sarena simply followed the three-mail principle of barrage notification.

Whoever you send, I send whom, he sends.

How does Quel'Salas have anything to do with me?

Verles nodded approvingly, rubbing his rough palm on Sarren's head.

"You're more mature than you used to be, and Julian will be relieved to see you now."

"The struggle between the royal family and the traditional aristocracy is too wide-ranging, and those who are not strong enough to get involved in it are killing themselves."

Vellais sighed, "But having said that, the Deep Shadow Family doesn't have much to choose from. ”

Salian understood what his uncle meant.

The attitude of the Deep Shadow Family has always been very resolute, and there is zero tolerance for anyone who comes to the door to provoke under the pretext of taking in half-elves.

This practice completely cut off the possibility of reconciliation between the Deep Shadow family and the traditional nobles, and the only option was to turn to the royal party without reservation.

This is one of the reasons why Anastria has always trusted the Deep Shadow family.

What king wouldn't like a lonely vassal with no way out?

"The responsibility of the family is on my shoulders, and as Julian said, it's time for you to leave Quel'Salas and see the wider world outside."

"In three days, the first reinforcements led by Sylvanas will march from Taquilin to Lordaeron to support, so follow them as well."

Vellais's eyes became a little deep: "No matter what the outcome of the battle of Lordaeron is, I am afraid that this war that has lasted for several years will not end so easily. ”

"Orcs are not scary, and people who are secretly remotely controlled behind their scenes are more worthy of vigilance."