Remember in one second to provide you with wonderful novels to read. The winter in Hillblade was filled with war.
There is no winter in Quel'Thalas.
Under the magical radiation of the sun well, there are only three seasons in Yongge Forest: spring, summer and autumn.
In Silver Moon City, it is always spring.
As a magic researcher, Darkan had no idea that His Majesty the Sun King Anastarian would entrust him with the responsibility of the warlord.
"I really miss the biting cold wind. This Silver Moon City is so luxurious. I really hope the wind from the north can blow here."
Darkan raised his hand and performed a little trick on himself. A gust of cool wind blew through the face, making him shiver with pleasure.
As a radical, Darkan was angry.
As a mage-scholar, Dar'Khan is rational.
Between anger and reason, Darkan has a psychological desire, a desire for discovery and a sense of dissatisfaction that can never be quelled. This made Darkan want to do something, really want to do something, anything, as long as it could remove the rotten atmosphere in this glorious city.
As the Violet Castle that transcends the so-called heaven and earth of the Kingdom of Dalaran and is a true magical city, Silvermoon City naturally cannot have any rotten atmosphere. On the contrary, the fragrance of various plants permeates the streets and alleys, and even the toilets are fragrant.
The smell of decay that Dar'Kan thinks refers to the political decay of Quel'Thalas.
As a beneficiary of the parliamentary system, Darkan's status as a parliamentarian gives him sufficient power and benefits.
But Darkan despises and even hates this system.
Look at these lazy people, look at these arrogant nobles, look at the Quel'dorei elves lying on the tombstones of their ancestors, is this the life that Darkan expected, is this not the Quel'Thala that Darkan expected? Sri Lanka.
It can be said that there are only three Quel'dorei elves in Quel'Thalas who are truly respected by Dar'Kan.
The first one is Alleria Windrunner. This lonely warrior fulfills almost all of Darkan's fantasies about himself. When everyone was hesitant about the destruction of the great barrier, only the hero Dugu was fighting on the front line. ← Baidu Search → The battle that is not understood is on the front line, and the successful battle is on the front line.
Darkan often imagined that he was Alleria, traveling through the jungle at lightning speed, harvesting the lives of his enemies. What a refreshing comfort that would be. It is a pity that Darkan is a mage. Although he has good martial arts skills, he has never really fought with weapons and opponents. He has always been a mage.
the second. That is Anastarian Sunstrider, the king of Quel'Thalas, the ruler of the Queldorei elves, the owner of Silvermoon City, the man known as the Sun King.
Dar'Kan truly understood Anastarian. From the Sun King's perspective, Dar'Khan thought his king had done a good enough job. The greed of the nobles, the constraints of the parliament, everything made it difficult for the king. Even a small matter like sending troops, the nobles, mages and parliamentarians would argue for a long time. This Quel'Thalas is a pill!
Although he had demolished Anastarian, Darkan was satisfied with the Sun King and was sincerely convinced.
The third one is the late queen. The woman who spent her whole life mediating the internal conflicts in the kingdom gave herself everything she has now, but until her death, the atmosphere of Silvermoon City was not reversed in the slightest.
It can even be said that Darkan's extremeness is usually due to the queen.
Why is it so difficult to have a harmonious, equal, and enterprising Kingdom of Quel'Thalas!
Why is it so difficult to prove that the Quel'dorei are stronger than the Kaldorei?
Why is it so difficult to change the world?
Why is it so hard to do something!
Darkan proposed to reduce the nobility's offerings and make all people pay taxes together. None of the proposals to expand the scope of reproduction and accept half-elves as legal citizens of Quel'Thalas have been passed. In the past two hundred years, none of Dar'kan's sincere proposals have been passed.
This made this reformer who was determined to reform the Quel'dorei elf society couldn't help but feel a little resentful and frustrated.
But Darkan is not one to be discouraged by friendship. In front of outsiders, he is still the gentle, elegant and impressive military master and member of the Silver Moon City Council, Darkan.
Walking in the streets of Silvermoon City, Darkan never used transportation tools or teleportation spells inside Silvermoon City. Because magic research and political life have consumed too much of his time, Darkan can only feel the breath of life from the limited walking time.
Even if it decays. I still love this city!
Looking at the glorious city, Darkan smiled and returned greetings to all the passers-by who greeted him.
Although the reason for those people's greetings was because of the identity-representing dress on his body, not because of Darkan himself.
When Darkan returned to his residence after spending more than half an hour, Halduron Brightwing had been waiting for him in the living room for a while.
Glancing at the remaining tea in Halduron's cup from the corner of his eye, Darkan roughly judged how long the guest had been waiting.
"Excuse me, Commander. You know my walking habit."
Dar'Kan bowed slightly and sat down opposite Halduron.
"It doesn't matter, I didn't wait long."
Halduron nodded and put the teacup on the coffee table.
"Your Majesty General, I don't know what you want from me?"
Dar'Kan knew the truth, but he became increasingly dissatisfied with the bureaucrats of Silvermoon City. If Halduron came to intercede for some people for his own errands, Dar'Kan decided to expel them directly.
If his judgment was not wrong, Halduron Mingyi should have received the news before the imperial meeting ended, otherwise it would not have come so quickly.
Are there no secrets left in Silver Moon City?
"Actually, I came to see you for a favor."
Halduron hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"I don't know what it is."
Darkan's face darkened.
"Actually, I hope you, Master Darkan, can turn a blind eye."
Halduron hesitated for a long time and finally said it.
"Oh, I don't quite understand. Please tell me, General."
Darkan suppressed his anger and did not break out.
"It's like this. Marshal Alleria's strength is too weak. Although I have heard that His Majesty Anastarian has prepared to send reinforcements, two thousand people cannot guarantee that he will be able to defeat the trolls. Marshal Alleria has an absolute advantage. However, because the marshal's previous recruitment of volunteers has harmed the interests of too many people, other troops except the Farstrider troops are likely to be a stumbling block, so I hope that the ** division Your Excellency, can you turn a blind eye and allow more rangers to go out with the team as volunteers, if possible. Provide them with necessary supplies. After all, according to your majesty's transfer order, we, the Far Travelers, can only go out. A thousand people.”
When Halduron finished speaking, Dar'Khan was both pleased and filled with indignation.
Quel'Thalas is being invaded and villages are burning. The people are crying, why do generals want to protect their homes and the country, and warriors want to go to battle to kill the enemy but they have to beg themselves? What happened to this kingdom!
"I will coordinate. After all, this errand was ordered by His Majesty. Others must be accommodating."
Darkan readily agreed.
"Thank you so much. It's a pity that as the commander of the Farstrider troops, I really can't help myself. Otherwise, I really want to go to the battlefield and kill him."
Halduron stood up and walked over to Dar'Kan. He held the master's hand and shook it vigorously.
"This is what I should do as a member of the Silvermoon City Council."
At the same time, in the trading area of Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron was taking Liadrin to spend her remaining vacation time in the beverage shop.
"Lor'themar, did you ask me out just for dessert and drinks?" Liadrin sipped the juice with a helpless expression.
"Hey, aren't we good friends? Don't you want to see me eating desserts in a dessert shop alone, and then being laughed at by my subordinates and colleagues? Not even willing to do such a small favor? I can let it go. Whatever you order I pay all the bills."
Lor'themar ate the pudding with a big mouthful, a look of loyalty on his face.
"The problem is that I don't like desserts. It's too boring."
Liadrin was really embarrassed to accuse her friend of anything, and there was nothing wrong with liking desserts, so she had to make excuses on herself.
Priestess Liadrin would rather spend her time meditating and reading books.
"The preparations for war have been so tense recently. I will take my leave and return to the camp at three o'clock in the afternoon. What does it matter if you stay with me for a while?"
Lor'themar said with some dissatisfaction.
It doesn't matter, but don't keep looking at me like this tastes good, try it now!
Liadrin sighed helplessly and continued to sip the juice.
"Eh? Isn't that Your Excellency Sylvanas Windrunner?"
Suddenly, Liadrin spotted the direction where Lor'themar's back was facing, the ranger lord Sylvanas with two small followers. Walk across the street.
Lor'themar pretended to be inadvertently getting close to Liadrin, pulled up the chair, adjusted her vision, took the opportunity to take a look, and whispered to her friend, "He is really that salary thief."
"Why do you all call Lord Sylvanas a salary thief?"
Liadrin was a priest and didn't know much about the stories between the Farstrider rangers, so she asked curiously.
"Four words are too numerous to write down!"
"I'll go back if you don't tell me."
"I said, I said!"
Under Liadrin's threat, Lor'themar quickly agreed.
"The second young lady of the Windrunner family is also a legend. At first, Sylvanas' promotion was based on her sister's merit list. As a result, some people were dissatisfied. The second young lady took the lead that night. People went to the houses of opponents to block them, blocking them one by one and beating them one by one. They were so bold and generous. Then they took the initiative to invite troops to go out and fought several beautiful battles. At that time, everyone thought that Sylvanas could fight with A talented commander comparable to Marshal Alleria, everyone in the Far Travelers is inspired."
After Lor'themar finished speaking, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"Come on, what are you talking about?"
When Liadrin heard this, she hated Lor'themar's behavior so much that she couldn't help but kick him under the table.
"But after the Sylvanas Ranger Lord proved himself, he suddenly became bad."
Lor'themar said with a speechless expression.
"sick?"
Liadrin asked in confusion. It was the first time she heard that there were diseases that could not be cured by high elves.
"It should be said that she was forced to be ill. Unless she is on duty as a ranger lord, this Lord Sylvanas never works properly. But whenever someone impeaches or questions her, this ranger lord Sylvanas always She can prove herself with merit. As time goes by, everyone has no choice but to let her go. In the past ten years, she has not done anything serious. She is a complete salary thief!"
"You look so awesome, you're an idol!"
"You big girls have ideas, if I am unfortunate enough to be assigned to her, tsk tsk..."
Lor'themar shook his head regretfully.
What he didn't know was that his conversation with Liadrin was transmitted to Sylvanas' ears word for word.
Just kidding, Liadrin's family and the Windrunner family are allies. It's hard for Sylvanas not to notice. Moreover, if she wants to be a salary thief in an honest way, she doesn't have strong skills, so she won't be tricked to death. .
Boy, I remember you.
Sylvanas did not say hello to Liadrin. This little girl was not worthy of her active kindness. She just glanced at Lor'themar's appearance out of the corner of her eye and left as if nothing had happened.
You offended me and still want to feel better?
Sylvanas snorted in her heart and decided not to worry about the younger generation for the time being. It was not worth ruining her shopping mood for an unknown person.
It was time to collect the holiday. After sending Liadrin back to the church, Lor'themar found a deserted place and punched his throat hard. He felt so uncomfortable after eating too many desserts!
In order to have an honest and long-term reason to ask Liadrin out, Lor'themar Theron endured huge criticism from the Dessert Demon...
With all conscience, what bastard likes to eat desserts!
As a result, now all dessert shops that have new products will send a trial invitation to Lor'themar's family. New varieties that can get Lor'themar's approval will definitely sell well. This has become an iron rule in the dessert industry. Lor'themar He also got a weird nickname: the mysterious man a from Dessert Street.
vomit…….
After spitting it out, Lor'themar felt completely comfortable, then wiped his mouth and walked to the military camp.
"Haldulun, how about it? Is there any work for us this time?"
Meeting Halduron Brightwing, Lor'themar happily greeted him.
"No, the troops recruited this time are all peripheral troops, and none of the Silver Moon City guards can move."
Halduron shook his head regretfully.
"It's a pity. It would be such an honor to be able to fight under Marshal Alleria. I really want to be a volunteer."
Lor'themar could only shake his head regretfully.
"Don't think about it. You've already become a squadron leader. Don't ruin your future."
Halduron patted Lor'themar on the shoulder. This young man, who was only ten years younger than him, was his favorite subordinate, and he did not want Lor'themar to destroy his future because of a battle.
In Quel'Thalas, dereliction of duty by serving soldiers depends on the severity of the situation. Although there will be no death penalty, it will definitely be difficult to be promoted in the future.
"By the way, I saw Lord Sylvanas today. Marshal Alleria is fighting hard. As the marshal's sister, she is still in the mood to go shopping!"
Lor'themar found that he suddenly seemed to have nothing to say, so he couldn't help mentioning this.
"You don't understand, you're fine, come on, hey."
Leaving Lor'themar Theron confused, Halduron Brightwing left alone.
Because the level is not enough, you don’t understand.
Because you don’t understand, you are a competent soldier, which is good.
You're good, kid, so come on.
When you understand all this, you will also sigh with me.
anu belore delana - May the sun guide you. (To be continued.).
