Lady of the Feet.

Salian felt that this nickname was neutral, neither praising nor depreciating.

But Sylvanas clearly doesn't think so, and lately, she's often been quietly scrutinized with subtle eyes.

Sylvanas was naturally beautiful, and she was used to watching from others since she was a child.

Most of the people who secretly followed her in the past showed admiration, and occasionally there would be some disgusting obscene eyes, most of them would be glared back by Sylvanas on the spot, and even directly shot to open holes in the other party's body.

This time was different, she could clearly feel that there were fewer admiring eyes, and the indescribable subtle eyes grew rapidly.

Not only the civilians in the southern part of the forest, but also many people in the ranger unit quietly looked at her without a trace, and from time to time someone whispered behind her back.

Sylvanas, who has a strong personality, is annoyed by this situation, and she knows where it all came from.

Inas once told Salian that once a woman's temper rises, it is easy to fall into unreasonable hysteria.

It's the same for any race.

When Salian heard this sentence at that time, he did not think of his own personal experience, but immediately mourned for his father.

My mother's words were obviously based on my own experience.

One thing to say is that the dance party was invited by Sylvanas on her own initiative.

But after encountering the strange eyes of countless people, Sylvanas, who gradually became emotional, selectively forgot his mistakes and avoided throwing the black cauldron on Sarjan's head.

When Saljan heard what had happened from a gloating Lyras, he was stunned on the spot.

Sarren: "How can this drive me?!" I'm the victim! ”

[Good guys! I'm TM straight good guys. 】

[Sure enough, no matter which world women are the same, once the temper comes up, they will throw the pot indiscriminately, anyway, it's not me who is wrong.jpg]

Watch your words! Fist warning. 】

Sarian rubbed his temples with a headache: "...... Recently, I'd better stay away from her as much as possible, so as not to be inexplicably angered. ”

Lyras patted Sarren's shoulder with pity, "Wise decision, women, try to hide when they lose their temper." ”

"Trust me."

Lyras looked at the blue sky above the Crystal Song Forest with an unbearable expression: "This is my personal experience." ”

[The bench has been moved, please tell your story.] 】

[Grass, needless to say, you can guess it, think about the gender ratio of the Windranger family for yourself. 】

[I see, please be sad. 】

Returning to the larger force of the officer corps, Saléan and Lyras quickly blended into their discussions as if nothing had happened.

When it comes to Sarean's speech, Sylvanas still carries a gun and a stick in his words.

Salajan consciously avoided talking directly to her, and when he couldn't dodge, he glanced at Xiaoxing and let Xiaoxing take over the topic.

Although Stellagossa was a little amused by Sarren's cowardice, she was still empathetic and stood up to help her own Han Han every time, and finally didn't let him be targeted too badly by Sylvanas.

"Hmm...... I kind of get it. ”

Liadlin raised her eyes thoughtfully and looked northward: "Due to the conspiracy of Sarren, the Scout Vanguard Army originally stationed on the border of the Crystal Song Forest has transferred most of its forces to the northern front to confront the Iron Legion. ”

"And Dakale on the Southern Front is still fighting a tug-of-war with the Grizzly-Throated Urs, and if we join the fray, the Frost Trolls will be faced with a three-sided dilemma?"

Saljan nodded approvingly, "That's it to put it simply, and I've already negotiated terms with the Grizzly-Throated Bear in advance." ”

"As long as we can breach the fortress of Daxalon from front to back, the Grizzly-Throated Bear will formally form an alliance with Quel'Thalas, pressing Dakkale's army from both directions, forcing them to shrink their lines and retreat to their own territory."

"Here."

Salian clicked heavily on the location of Daxalon's fortress on the map.

"For us, the strategic importance of the Daxaron fortress is also important."

"It took me a lot of words to convince the dragons to let us borrow the Dragonbone Wilderness, and that's just it."

"Only by pulling out this nail stuck in the supply line can we truly gain a foothold in the Crystal Song Forest."

"Fortress ......"

Sylvanas frowned and asked, "Don't worry about long-distance city defenses when attacking from behind, does Backlight Blade draw a topographical map of the inside of the fortress?" ”

Salian nodded, and took out a hand-drawn map from the spatial package.

"Only a part of it was drawn, and they didn't dare to enter the place that was too heavily guarded, at least the shortest route to the altar of Salonya was drawn."

"Liadrin, in this battle, speed is very important, we must crush the western defense line of Dakale in the shortest possible time, storm the fortress of Daxalon as soon as possible, and indirectly disrupt the situation on the southern front."

"The thieves of the Backlight Blade have scouted the inside of the fortress in advance, except for the multi-story staircase leading to the altar of Salonya, the terrain of the entire fortress is relatively flat, and the paladins can charge on the lower level unimpeded."

"The Morning Striker will play an important role in this assault, and the assistance of the Ranger cannot be overlooked."

Saljan rolled up the map and handed it to Sylvanas, and said solemnly, "As I said, you need to climb a lot of stairs to get to the altar of Salonya. ”

"Liadline will lead a handful of paladins to dismount and follow us up the ranks, but the main task of clearing the enemy soldiers along the way will still fall to the rangers."

"Can you do it?"

Sylvanas is not a selfish person, and although she is still dissatisfied with Saljan in her heart, she does not let her personal emotions dictate her judgment when talking about such military affairs.

"Absolutely."

Sylvanas said categorically, "When climbing the stairs, my rangers will cover the large army from harm, ensuring that the assault team against Salonya is delivered to the altar. ”

Sarjan's expression relaxed a little: "Then I'll leave it to you." ”

"You've had a long journey, let's have a good day in the camp today, I'll contact the grizzly-throated bear monster first, and make an appointment with them to attack at the same time tomorrow morning."

……

In Gudak, the capital of the Dhakale trolls, there is a lot of noise in the throne hall.

The top ranks of the Troll Empires are similar, with the Overseers in control of military power and the priests in charge of divine power having higher status.

Although the outgoing suzerainty clans of Gulabash, Dakhale, and Amani have a grudge against Zandalado, who is always fond of pointing fingers, they have been learning from Zandalara's advanced experience in various ways.

The decision-making hierarchy of Zandala is made up of both the King and the Council of Zanshuli.

However, unlike Quel'Thalas's dual form of government, the appointment and dismissal of members of the Zanshuli Council were determined by the king's whim.

The so-called parliament is nothing more than a helper elected by the king to help him run the country, and Councilor Zanshuli does not have the same authority as Councilor Silvermoon.

The Zandalar system of government has been in place for tens of thousands of years, and there have been no major problems to this day.

With mature experience in the past, other troll empires simply follow suit.

The Dakale hierarchy of Gudak is also a similar form of government, with Malak, the King of Frost, leading the way, and the Ice Council assisting the king.

The members of the Ice Council are made up of the Priests of Loa and the Overseers, each representing a different interest and often at odds with each other.

Malak, the Frost King, used to watch the council's quarrels as a good show, but he wasn't in such a good mood now.

Sladlan, the priest of Celetus, quarreled with the Overseer Zormaz.

The Commander-in-Chief's military power, Zolmaz, wanted Sladlan to encourage the Viper Loaciletus to go to the front and use its corrosive venom to give the steel monsters a little color.

Of course, Sladland was reluctant to agree, and Loa was the greatest reliance of the priests, and most of the time the priests of Loa had to act according to Loa's wishes.

Unless...... They had already made up their minds to tear their faces and forcibly take Loa's power.

At least for now, Slandlan didn't have that idea, and didn't want to see their gods being used as tools of war without any cards.

And it is unlikely that Celetus himself will agree.

The other Loa priests were all watching from the sidelines, but they were actually on the side of Sladland.

No one wants their own Loa to become the next weapon of war, and this kind of face-losing thing is best never mentioned.

The members of the Ice Council jumped up and down for a while, and Malak, who was already in a bad mood, finally stopped.

"Enough! At the moment of the great enemy, you still have the heart to shirk your responsibilities here! ”

Malak looked at Sladran with a sinking face: "We are now fighting on two fronts, and there is a lot of pressure on the front line. ”

"I don't care what method you use, send Celetus to the battlefield on the northern front, let him help us break through the defense of the Iron Legion, and force the master behind them to come up with an explanation!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, now that Dakale is facing a difficult situation of fighting on two fronts, it is time for those Loa who have been worshiped by us for a long time to play a role!"

"So, what are you waiting for? Get in on the action! ”

"Yes!"

Chapter 441: Sarren: How can this be driven to me?!