The increasingly outrageous problems in Anasteria gave Sarlayan a headache.
'Can I, a civilian, answer this kind of question that is related to future national policy? Can I dare to answer it? '
The Sun King has been rambling wildly for a long time, and Sarlayan still hasn't figured out what his central idea is.
Fortunately, the barrage that could objectively overlook the overall situation from a third-party perspective helped him see clearly the old king's intentions.
No matter how he jumped on the topic, the attitude revealed between the lines was one of gentleness and solicitude.
Sarlayan doesn't like to use his brain to think, he is more willing to use his fists to convince people with "reason".
Although the piccolo presented by Ailet calmed the restlessness deep in Sarlayan's soul to a certain extent, the habit of not thinking that he had developed over the years was not so easy to change.
Anastria has been in intrigues with the Silver Moon Council and the nobles all year round. They like to go around in circles in the manner of the Riddler, overtly and covertly testing and confronting each other.
Although Anasteria had restrained her previous style as much as possible when talking to Sarlayan, it was still very uncomfortable for a person like Sarlayan who likes to be straightforward.
To take a step back, even if he understood what he meant, Sarlayan did not want to directly intervene in the dispute between the royal family and the nobles.
Anastria simply took a fancy to his mother's origin and hoped to use Sarlayan as a link to establish a good relationship with the dragon clan and gain a golden foothold for the Sunstrider royal family.
It must be said that the old king's ideas were a bit ahead of his time.
At this moment, Sarlayan didn't even know where the Dragon Clan's headquarters was. The only dragon he had seen appeared in mortal form, and he didn't even know whether the Dragon Clan would recognize him.
With a headache and rubbing his temples, Sarlayan, who wanted to fish, chose to ignore him.
"Your Majesty, I am not good at using my brain. I really can't answer your question."
Anastria glanced at Villes behind him, and a hint of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the loyal intelligence chief.
The Sun King sighed softly: "I am still too impatient. This child has not grown up enough." '
After a moment of silence, Anasteria's gentle smile returned to her face.
"It doesn't matter, I think too much."
Raising his hand to draw an arcane rune in the void, a piece of letter paper exuding an elegant fragrance suddenly appeared on the coffee table in front of Anasteria.
"Shuashua~"
Using his hand as a pen, the Sun King Linkong left lines of blue arcane handwriting on the letter paper.
Sarlayan couldn't even see the specific writing content. The arcane aura between the handwriting naturally dissipated and merged into the letter paper.
'Encrypted letters? '
In just one minute, Anastria, who was well prepared, wrote the entire letter, put it into a golden-red ornate envelope, and pressed the paint representing the Sunstrider royal family on the seal.
"Salay'an, I know you will leave Yongsong Forest soon and go south to Lordaeron for training."
"Just in time, help me deliver a letter to Dalaran and deliver it to Kael'thas."
Sarlayan took the envelope that was still fragrant and asked puzzledly: "Your Majesty, why don't you just send someone to teleport to Dalaran?"
Anasteria smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You don't know enough about tribes...or war."
"Before any country goes to war, it will first find ways to block the enemy's reinforcements and intelligence transmission. Space transmission will inevitably be targeted, just like when we fought with the tribe before."
"When the Horde first entered Azeroth, they suffered the loss of mages using space spells to send reinforcements. Since then, they have asked warlocks to disrupt the magic network structure within a certain range before starting a war."
"Nowadays, the magic network around Lordaeron is as messy as a ball of wool played by a cat. If you open the portal rashly, you will probably fall into space turbulence. We can only use the most primitive method of contact for the time being."
Sarlayan suddenly nodded: "No wonder Alleria and the others also set off on foot. I thought..."
Anasteria smiled and added the second half of Saryan's unspoken sentence: "Do you think we are deliberately making things difficult for the Alliance?"
"Since we have decided to form an alliance, there is really no need to make small moves in a place like this."
"The previous local war has proved that Quel'Thalas' military strength alone cannot defeat the Horde."
"If we want to completely defeat the orcs who invaded from another world, we need strong allies. The alliance general named Turayan came at the right time."
'I'm afraid it's not just that. '
Under the barrage, Sarlayan only believed half of the Sun King's words.
The military strength of the tribe is indeed strong. The individual combat power of the orcs who drank the blood of demons is still higher than that of the trolls, making them very difficult to deal with.
The low birth rate of the high elves has seriously hindered the development of Quel'Thalas. To put it bluntly, Quel'Thalas cannot afford to die.
Once a generation of elites is lost, it will take at least hundreds of years to recover.
After cooperating with the Alliance, the high elves with powerful firepower in the back row can legitimately hide behind the human army and pour out firepower without worrying about being easily approached by the orcs, which can minimize the loss of personnel.
"Okay, let's talk about this today."
Anastria's face showed a look of exhaustion: "It's hard to survive until this local war is over, and the internal turmoil has temporarily subsided. It's really time for me to take a good rest."
"Villes, help me see off the guests."
"It's rare to see your family, so you should take a rest today."
"As commanded."
…
Sarlayan and his uncle Veles had not seen each other for several years.
For elves with long lifespans, a few years is nothing.
As the leader of the Backlight Blade, as Azeroth gradually enters a turbulent era, the pressure on the shoulders of Vileth, who is responsible for intelligence work, is increasing.
In addition to the necessary sleeping time every day, he himself could not remember the last time he left his post to rest.
When the two of them walked out of the study one after another, Valeela stood guard at the door dutifully, carefully observing everything with sharp eyes.
Verles first handed over the work to Valeela. During his absence, the Backlight Blade will send other key members to protect the safety of the Sun King, and Valeela was also included in this team.
The outstandingly talented Valeela has already become a key training target of the Backlight Blade. This time she can protect the Sun King at close range, which is a rare experience for her.
As they strolled back to the Deep Shadow family mansion, there was little conversation between Veles and Sarlayan.
This does not mean that the relationship between uncle and nephew is not good. Villes is originally a taciturn character, and he will often get to the point when he opens his mouth.
"Salayan, do you understand the intention behind the questions His Majesty raised today?"
Sarlayan's eyes narrowed and he nodded solemnly: "I probably understand, but I don't think that's something I should worry about."
In barrage terms, there is no need for a commoner like Sarlayan to worry about the head of state.
Due to the bad experiences he had in his childhood, he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to this country. He just became accustomed to treating Yongge Forest as his hometown.
Since he did not intend to interfere in national affairs that had nothing to do with him, Sarlayan simply strictly followed the three-post principle informed by the barrage.
You can send it to someone, I can send it to someone, he can send it to someone else.
How does the development of Quel'Thalas have anything to do with this idiot like me?
Velez nodded approvingly and rubbed Sarlayan's head with his rough palms.
"You are more mature than before. Julian will definitely be very pleased to see you now."
"The struggle between the royal family and the traditional nobility is too involved, and those who are not strong enough to get involved are seeking their own death."
Villes sighed: "But that being said, the Deep Shadow Family has no choice."
Sarlayan understood what his uncle meant.
The Deep Shadow family's attitude has always been very firm, and they have zero tolerance for anyone who comes to provoke them on the pretext of taking in half-elves.
This approach completely cut off the possibility of reconciliation between the Deep Shadow family and the traditional nobles. The only option was to fall to the royal party without reservation.
This is one of the reasons why Anasteria has always trusted the Deep Shadow family.
What king wouldn't like a lonely minister with no way out?
"I will bear the responsibility of the family. Just as Julian said, it's time for you to leave Quel'Thalas and go outside to see the wider world."
"In three days, the first batch of reinforcements led by Sylvanas will depart from Taquilin and march all the way to Lordaeron for support. Then you can follow them."
Velez's eyes became a little deeper: "No matter how the Battle of Lordaeron ends, this war that has lasted for several years will probably not end easily."
"The orcs are not scary, the people who hide behind them and control them secretly are more worthy of vigilance."
