In a country like Quel'Thalas, where life is slow-paced, it's rare to find someone as resolute as Sarean.

Lady Dreyhart originally planned to settle the matter according to the conventional routine and pay some small price, but who knew that Sarren would come directly without talking about martial arts.

Long Wei's shock frightened the old lady a lot, and she even recalled the picture of her father's strict teaching to her back then.

The War of the Trolls ended 2,800 years ago, and to this day, only the long-lived Anastria is still alive among those who have personally participated in the Battle of the Trolls.

The title of the Drayhart family was spelled out by the old lady's father.

Unlike Lady Drayhart, who had never experienced war, the older generation of her generation was truly full of martial virtues.

There is a good saying, heroes are born in troubled times.

People will only struggle with everything if they are forced into a corner.

Quel'Salas, who had been at peace for nearly 3,000 years, had long since lost the spirit of fighting the nation during the Troll War, and the will to fight of the nobles and military attachés was not as good as the next.

Although she had never been to the battlefield herself, Lady Dreyhart was also a person who had seen the world, and she vaguely saw in Sarrean the demeanor of the golden generation of Quel'Thalas.

After being stunned for a while, the old lady came back to her senses with a wry smile.

"Hey~ old, I can't keep up with the times."

The elderly lady of Drayhart bowed her head to Sarren with a trembling pestle and a cane: "Count Deep Shadow, please forgive the old woman for her mediocrity, I assure you in the name of the Drayhart family that the Drayhart family will not be involved in similar things again. ”

Saljan was a little puzzled by the change in Lady Dreyhart's attitude, but he didn't delve any further, and nodded with a calm expression.

"You'd better do what you say."

Watching Sarena lead the travelers away, Lady Dreyhart raised her head and stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds above the Eternal Song Forest with cloudy eyes.

"The times make heroes, and Quel'Salas is about to change again."

……

The noble families have been awarded the title of nobility for their military exploits for more than 2,000 years, and although they have raised a lot of waste of wine bags and rice bags under the corruption of the years, there are still smart people within the major families who can see the situation clearly.

This time the temptation ended in failure under Sarren's tough response, and the nobles once again saw the strong attitude of the Count of Deep Shadow who did not rub sand.

The warning has been given, and Sarayan will not forgive those who dare to provoke again and again.

Just like he said, don't be unpredictable.

If anyone wants to brush the tiger's whiskers in the future, Salian will never save any face for them.

There's still a lot to keep busy, and Sarean doesn't plan to stay in the port of Zuaman for too long.

With the Lordaeron East Sea Fleet retreating, the workers at the port were re-energized and re-opened at the urging of the new steward, Le Brown, who had just been righted.

Before leaving, Sarian asked for the advice of Lath, Lothmar and the others with a sad face, intending to change the name of Zuaman Harbor to a name that was more in line with the style of the High Elves.

Sarren had long been desperate for his ability to make a name, and Lars and Lothema were not literati, and they couldn't think of a suitable name for a long time.

The barrage gives a lot of alternatives, but most of the subtitles that are swiped on the screen are taken as jokes, but they overshadow those names that deserve careful consideration.

"That...... Can I suggest a name? ”

Nathanos, who had been following the team's actions in a low-key manner, suddenly raised his hand to speak, and Salian smiled at him encouragingly: "Of course you can, it's just to ask for everyone's opinions and speak freely." ”

His encounters with the Ranger in recent years had made Nathanos a cautious habit, and Saljan always felt that he was a little unconfident caught in the middle of a bunch of High Elf colleagues.

Nathanos scratched his head and whispered, "How about calling Salmara?" ”

Salma LS Ryan muttered thoughtfully, "Salas Marina Light?" Sounds good. ”

Since there was no other suitable name, Salian took Nathanos's suggestion and asked Lothmar to report the name of Salmara to Silvermoon City.

The Sun King and the cabinet have been in charge of everything all day long, and this little thing should not be opposed, and the name of this border port has basically been decided.

On the way back, Sarayan offered his advice to Nathanos, who had once again regained his low profile.

"Nathanos, you don't seem to be having a good time in the Ranger Force, do you want to transfer to my territory to work?"

"Huh?"

Nathanos didn't expect Sarian to suddenly send out an invitation, and he was stunned for a moment before asking suspiciously, "Work in another place...... Is there any difference? ”

"Absolutely."

Salian smiled and explained, "You should have heard that Unicorn Town, as the territory closest to the border, has a large number of foreign people coming and going all year round. ”

"Compared to the relatively closed villages and towns deep in the forest, there is basically no discrimination in Unicorn Town against foreigners who have been generating income for themselves for a long time."

Nathanos' eyes moved slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it.

Sarian could guess his concerns: "Don't worry, I'm not going to force poaching." ”

"I'll ask your mentor Sylvanas for permission to do this, and she won't refuse, when the time comes...... It's up to you. ”

……

Nathanos was born on a farm on the outskirts of Talon County.

The Mares family was not a nobleman, but they were also rich farmers who owned estates, and they had a lot of fields that could be cultivated.

If he followed a normal life trajectory, Nathanos would have inherited the farm from his parents and lived a life of worry-free food.

But from an early age, Nathanos was not satisfied with the status quo, preferring to hunt in the woods rather than plowing the fields.

After gaining the support of his parents, Nathanos, who was determined to go further in the way of hunting, bid farewell to his family and resolutely went north to Quel'Salas to learn the arts.

Although he suffered a lot in the process of studying in the Yongge Forest, Nathanos finally achieved his goal of learning and cultivated a superb skill that was not inferior to that of the High Elf Ranger.

Under the pressure around him, Nathanos, who gritted his teeth and studied hard, was not yet 30 years old, and he had a 42-level ranger level, and his future was limitless.

Unfortunately, his efforts failed to earn the respect of most of his High Elf colleagues.

Even though Sylvanas repeated the order, the rejection of Nathanos as an "outlier" in the rangers still did not stop, but they did not dare to blatantly bully Nathanos in front of Sylvanas.

After ten years of hard work under pressure, Nathanos felt like he was still standing still.

It is really commendable to be able to endure a full decade in such a terrible environment.

It is precisely because of the cold eyes and ridicule of his colleagues that Nathanos, who is holding a fire in his heart, can be brave and make rapid progress at a speed that makes people fall below the eyeballs.

Ten years on, Nathanos, who is approaching the age of establishment, is able to think more rationally.

According to the original historical timeline provided by the barrage, he should have said goodbye to Sylvanas in the last two years and returned to his farm to live in seclusion, until the outbreak of the natural plague did not reappear in front of the world.

Unfortunately, Nathanos, who struggled to protect his family from natural disasters, was ultimately unable to catch it.

After being resurrected as an undead by the psychic of the Scourge Legion, he has a creepy new name - Blightcaller.

Such a genius human ranger, Sarren doesn't want to let go in vain.

Lordaeron's system of appointment and dismissal was similar to that of Quel'Thallas today, and it was impossible to be reused in the army without the recommendation of nobles.

Rather than sending Nathanos back to his hometown to farm, let him stay in Unicorn Town and shine, and use his human identity to evade the surveillance of Lordaeron's intelligence services and communicate with Baron Rivendell of Stratholme.

Based on the current situation, it is speculated that sooner or later, Lordaeron and Quel'Salas will pour out their anger against each other through war.

Stratholm is directly bordered by the Yongge Forest, and the Lordaeron Army can only march to the Yongge Forest from East Wedalde.

Stratholme had a close trade relationship with Quel'Thalas, and for his own sake, Baron Rivendell was very unhappy with Terenus's strategy to put pressure on Quel'Thalas.

"Take precautions to stay in danger."

Sarean's words were not spoken in Salas, nor was it the lingua franca of humanity, and Nathanos was confused.

"What does this mean?"

Saljan, who came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just a sudden feeling, don't care." ”

'Minahir...... Heh~ Let's see how far you can go. ’