Salorian showed Sallian very intuitively, what is called the free retraction of anger and the change of battle rhythm.

One second, Sarian also raised the momentum of the twelve-point spirit to respond to the mentor, but the next second it was like a punch into the air, and this sudden strange feeling caused his reaction speed to slow down by half a beat.

"Bell!"

The two upper dragonforge blades clashed together, and the Sarean, who was not sufficiently powerful, was forced backwards by the force from Queldra.

"Huh!"

Salorian said that it was a move, and after forcing back the suspicious Salren, he habitually vibrated Queldra with a bloody vibrating technique, and then skillfully retracted his scabbard.

Sallian frowned and stood there and bowed his head, he vaguely felt something from Salorian's sword, but for a moment he couldn't transform it into his own.

This conflicting feeling made his mood a little agitated.

"Don't be so anxious."

Salorian stepped forward and patted Salren's shoulder: "Anger is born from the heart, and if you want to completely control anger, you must first control your emotions. ”

"Today's takeaways won't be immediately apparent, but I'm sure you'll figure it out soon."

Stella Gossa was the first to break through, and with this example in front of him, Sarean inevitably had a sense of urgency.

But anger control is the most taboo about unnecessary mood swings, and Sarean came to Queldanus to find a mentor this time to ask if there was any trick.

Salorian didn't explain it in words, and that special feeling can be described clearly in words.

On the way back to the city, Sarren has been replaying the images of the previous moment countless times.

He felt as if the answer was covered by a veil that looked like he could uncover it with just a raise of his hand, but he didn't know where to start.

"Hey~ Just like the mentor reminded, the top priority is to correct the mentality first, and being impetuous will only have the opposite effect."

Back in Silvermoon City, Saljan looked up at the cloudless blue sky.

"As long as the time is ripe, today's harvest will be seen in due time, so be patient."

Salorian Morning Seekers is well-known in Quel'Thalas, but foreigners have barely heard of it.

Since being appointed leader of the Well Protection Team, Salorian has spent most of the year squatting on the island of Queldanus, only returning to the mainland when ordered to do so by the Sun King.

Of course, Sarjan knew the importance of the Sunwell, but he still felt unworthy of the Mentor's perennial waste in Quildanus.

With Sararian's strength as high as level 57, he shouldn't have been so obscure.

Sarayan made a point of advising the old king on this matter, hoping that Salorian would also join the upcoming battle of Zuaman.

Unfortunately, this proposal was not approved by the Sun King.

Salorian didn't care much about his reputation, and he turned his head to comfort Salaan so that he didn't have to worry about himself.

Back at the Morning Striker's barracks, Saray read the letter Valera had sent from Unicorn Village.

With the great assistance of the Far Travelers led by Wen Leisa, the development of Unicorn Village is on the right track.

Compared to the military camp of the Far Traveler Camp, it is obviously more comfortable to live in a serious village.

The only thing that worries the people is the Amani trolls at hand.

Although the trolls have been acting very honest for more than two years, the High Elves of Quel'Thalas don't think they will give up on attacking Silvermoon City.

Rivalry means that the two will not die, and one must fall completely, and there will be no room for compromise and concession.

In ancient times, the newcomers of the High Elves were pressed and beaten by forest trolls at their peak, and could only barely hold Silvermoon City.

After the troll war that shocked the world, the forest trolls turned from prosperity to decline, and Quel'Salas's national power flourished, which in turn suppressed the decaying forest trolls.

For thousands of years, the two sides have maintained a similar cycle, with one strong and the other weak, and vice versa.

In the final analysis, the Yongge Forest is too small to accommodate two powerful races with the world in mind.

As Anastria Sunchaser enters the twilight of his life and is about to leave office with honor, he is determined to make one last effort to remove the biggest insecurity for Kael'thas to ascend to the throne.

After reading Valeera's usual letter of safety, Sarjan heard hurried footsteps from far and near outside the tent, apparently not just a person.

With some premonition in his heart, Salian put away the letter and sat down.

About 3 seconds later, Liadeline, who was wearing training armor and still dripping with sweat, walked in first.

"Sarjan, the order from above has come down!"

Sure enough. ’

Sarena calmly took the order from Liadline and read it carefully from beginning to end.

"A week later? Scold...... It seems that the Sun King has made up his mind to deal with Zuaman within the year. ”

……

In December of the 8th year of the Dark Gate, the end of the year is approaching.

The Sun King of Quel'Salas suddenly issued a war mobilization order in Silvermoon City, and the five legions defending Silvermoon City took the lead, and the emerging Morning Striker Legion also followed.

Compared with the five major legions with a wide range of soldiers, the Chenfeng Legion, which has just been established, is like a grass platform team.

But Anastria had great expectations for this cavalry force of paladins, and his first order was given to the Morning Striker.

"The Morning Striker Legion listens to orders!"

For the first time, Sarjan, dressed in a full set of silver armor, stepped forward and stood still, responding with a loud voice with his head held high.

"Commander of the Morning Striker, Sarean Deepshadow takes orders!"

A gleam flashed in the cloudy eyes of Anastria, who was holding the scepter: "Immediately pull out the camp, rush to the south of the forest to meet the ranger troops within 1 hour, and take Amani trolls by surprise!" ”

"Yes!"

Saléan turned around and snapped the helmet he held in his hand to his head.

"Chenfeng!"

"Roar!"

"Unload your armor and get on the horse, and rush to the unicorn village within 1 hour, and the one who has fallen behind ...... Expelled from the Legion! ”

"Yes!"

Quel'Salas unicorns have always been bathed in the glow of the Sunwell, and their endurance, speed, and explosiveness are far superior to those of human warhorses.

In order to conserve the horses' stamina before the official start of the war, all paladins put away their heavy armor and sent the armor and other logistics to the unicorn village on the front line.

What? Why not just teleport the corps to the front, you ask?

Just kidding, it's okay to teleport a few people, but there are only dozens of people in the sky.

It is simply impossible to deliver a legion of up to 1,000 people, men and horses, to their destination with precision.

This is a living person, not a dead thing like logistics.

Even with the sunwell providing sufficient magical power, the Magus would not dare to pat their chests to ensure that they could achieve such a difficult legion-level teleportation, at least not with Quel'Salas's current magic technology.

Even the slightest deviation can cause the entire legion to fall into spatial turbulence.

Saljan wore the armor partly because he had to act as the face of the Morning Striker, standing in front of the stage to receive orders from the Sun King, and partly because he didn't need to ride a horse.

He is a horse himself.

Led by a majestic white deer, the lightly armed Chenfeng Legion stepped on the avenue of Silver Moon City to the outside of the city, and accelerated along the fast track that had been prepared for a long time.

Not to mention the Amani trolls, even many lords in the northern part of the forest had not yet received the exact news, and watched with a confused expression as this tall cavalry force flew away.

It had only been 47 minutes since the Morning Striker had set out from Silvermoon City, and the ranger troops, who were already in battle in Unicorn Village, saw dust drifting in the distance.

Sylvanas, who was heavily armed, narrowed her eyes and took her pocket watch from her bosom and counted the time.

"It's only been 48 minutes since the supplies arrived, which is too fast."

When it comes to military operations in the forest, the Ranger has always been Quel'Thalas's first choice.

With the speed of the march, Sylvanas, who had completely controlled the Ranger troops, was ashamed of himself.

Cavalry charges have harsh environmental requirements, and they can only exert their greatest power in plain areas.

The trees on the fast-track that had been prepared for a long time had long been removed, allowing the Morning Striker to reach the front line with lightning speed.

When the Sarena of the advanced village turned back into a human form, he easily threw off the set of sao bao armor on his body, which was more beautiful than practical.

"Knights take action! In 5 minutes, I'm going to see all the Morning Strikers in armor! ”

"Yes! Legion Commander! ”

The paladin's armor is all plate armor with amazing defensive power, and it is difficult to dress neatly on his own, so someone must help.

The Knight Servants were formed for this purpose, and their numbers were far greater than those of the regular combatants.

While the others were wearing armor, Sarren traveled lightly.

With a simple nodding to Sylvanas and Winlessa, Saraan glanced at Valeera, who was mixed up with the Backlight Blade Thieves, and Stella Gossa who had stayed behind in the Unicorn Village just in case.

"It's time, go with me!"

"Whew!"

In front of everyone, Salaan turned into a giant wolf with silver fur.

"All staff, charge!!"