For the new meeting, Romance came in person.

Sylvanas's heart flashed with a smile when she saw it.

"Great Magister Romance, since you are here, it means that you have decided to accept my appointment."

"Yes, Ms. Sylvanas, I will not avoid the moment of dedication to the clan." Rommath replied sincerely this time.

Sylvanas smiled knowingly: "Then I appoint you as the camp supervisor and the eye of the entire army. In addition to using spells to guide the movements of the trolls, you are also responsible for supervising the discipline of the entire army."

"As you command," Rommath replied respectfully this time, and then raised his chin high towards Lor'themar who was not far away from him, as if to say that this is my status.

But the female elf continued: "Discipline is the cornerstone of the entire army. If I think you are not qualified for the supervisory position, I will revoke your appointment. Please bear this in mind."

Rommath's proud look turned into one of surprise as if he had been fooled, and now Lor'themar smiled triumphantly.

However, the Grand Magister of Silver Moon also had a reason to serve Sylvanas. At the same time, he thought about how to explain the situation to the casters under his command, that is: I can't let that woman remove me from my position. This will be harmful to us.

The faction's low prestige is a fatal blow, and you don't want Lor'themar to climb over my head. I will be stricter than any military judge before. After making achievements in this war, our faction's rights will not only

It will not weaken, but will become stronger. You must understand that this is my will!

After thinking about his situation, Rommath retracted his raised chin and no longer looked at the proud Lor'themar. In this camp, it was an established fact that he was temporarily under Sylvanas's command.

He bowed slightly to the female elf and made how to solve the current crisis his first priority.

"Ms. Sylvanas, I can prove that I am much more useful to you than most elves."

"Then show us the current situation of Quitalin. This is also the purpose of our meeting this time." Without the cooperation of powerful spellcasters, Sylvanas would ask the best Farstriders to investigate the situation.

"As commanded."

The Grand Magister began to cast spells. He recited the spell, and the arcane energy in the military tent increased significantly. As long as the spells of the prophecy school have clear directions and detailed information, the spellcasters can see what they want to know.

The elves did not wait long. After the staff drew several arcane runes in the air, a shadow shone out from the top of the staff. An aerial view of Quitalin was displayed in front of the elves.

"Although I have never seen him before, the mage is really convenient," Pastor Aurora said with a sigh.

As he spoke, everyone, including Sylvanas, had carefully looked at the illusory light and shadow.

As expected, the trolls surrounded Quitalin heavily, launching sieges from all directions from the southeast to the northwest. But in the eyes of the elves, the intensity of the siege was not very high. Anyone can see the reason, that is, the trolls lacked the ability to siege the city.

Weapons have cost a lot of money. The thick layer of corpses under the city wall is proof of this.

"Their number is between 10,000 and 12,000, which is half less than the information I obtained," Countess Tiadlin said after looking at it.

"There must be some scattered to other places."

"That's right. The trolls are just a tribal alliance. Tribes that want to gain trophies elsewhere will naturally not stay under Quitalin City."

"However, this also gives us an opportunity."

While her subordinates were talking, Sylvanas asked Rommath to take a look inside the city after observing the troll's physique, equipment, and army organization.

The scene turned to the interior of the city. Since the city was recovered with the help of the Forsaken after the undead disaster, the army in the city not only included elves but also many undead soldiers to help defend it.

Sylvanas held her beautiful chin and thought for a while.

"Can you contact the mage in Kuita?"

"Can."

The screen changed again, into a tower. An elf mage was writing a scroll inside. As Romans was reading something, the mage in the screen looked up. He glanced at the front of the screen and frowned in confusion.

He nodded, but immediately nodded to express understanding. He began to write some words on the paper and displayed them on the screen.

'Is it the Archmage of Romance? The True Sight of the Prophecy School?'

"The mage is really convenient." At this point, many elves sincerely sighed.

"Ms. Sylvanas, what do you want to convey to him? My spells cannot support the transmission of too much information," Romance said to Sylvanas at this time.

The female elf thought for dozens of seconds and said decisively: "Tell them that they must hold on for at least thirty days and I will appear under Quitalin City with reinforcements."

"Follow your orders"

Since then, a communication channel with Quitalin has finally been established.

Sylvanas can sleep peacefully. If the army is compared to a person, she is the brain; Rommath is the eyes, and the Farstriders are the ears; Lor'themar and Hawksbill are the fists; the spellcaster,

Elites such as senior rangers and palace guards are the skeleton, ordinary rangers and militia are the torso; Unity is the feet.

In the next five days, two cavalry teams were dispatched at the same time. Each team was equipped with more than ten mages, with the main configurations of the prophecy school, the evocation school, and the transformation school. Sylvaras gave Lor'themar and Hawks

Bill has the right to execute on the battlefield. As soon as he leaves the military camp, he is entering the battlefield. Any elves who disobey can be executed by military law.

"We understand the weaknesses of the troll army. Even if they rush out of the forest sea collectively, it cannot change that they are just a collection of tribes, large and small."

"They will only act in tribal ways, and we will soon be able to catch the troll tribes acting alone."

The two cavalry commanders spoke to Sylvanas before setting off.

"Okay, you have to return no matter what in five days."

Sylvanas personally escorted them out of the camp.

After setting off, they truly became the arrows shot by Sylvanas and the fists she waved. Hawksbill made a wild detour to the west of Qutalin, and Lor'themar haunted the forest to the east of Qutalin.

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The five days passed as quickly as water. Sylvanas, who was supervising the training of foot rangers and militiamen, was informed of the good news. Lor'themar returned to the military camp with his cavalry. Each cavalry member

At least one troll's head was hung on their mounts.

Six to seven hundred troll heads were piled in the middle of the military camp.

"Most of them have no armor, and the best ones only have leather armor, which can't stop our arrows at all. I shot at them and then distanced myself. The trolls chased me, and then I led them into an ambush.

Point, I easily rescued and defeated them. When they were scared and ran away, I chased after them and harvested their heads. The prophecy mage accurately predicted their location, so their mobility was far away from us in the forest.

Exceed."

Lor'themar talked about his battle process. He implemented the same tactics three times, all of which were successful. It was as easy as hunting. It was not until the last moment of the agreement that he decided to return to the military camp for supplies and leave the wounded behind.

"Hawkesbill is back too" Another elf came to report the good news.

The second cavalry team brought back no fewer troll heads than Lor'themar. They walked through the camp gate and came to Sylvanas with their heads held high, and piled their achievements in the middle of the camp.

Therma's is higher.

Hawksbill looked around proudly, and in front of the half-kneeling Sylvanas, he swore loudly and proudly: "Victory is dedicated to you, madam, we will definitely win. Wansheng."

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"Wan Sheng"

"Wan Sheng"

"Wan Sheng"

The elves cheered, their voices almost reaching the sky.

Sylvanas stood right in the center of all the elves, and the power in her body immediately responded to each shout. The wishes of all the elves formed a stream of thoughts towards her, which immediately inspired extraordinary abilities.

Some knowledge was also integrated into her brain, which was the knowledge left to her by Xia En.

The female elf instantly understood why the elves' thoughts were directed at her, because her behavior responded to the elves' expectations.

‘Wind’ can fly with joy, and thunder can be influenced with determination. She actively echoed the thoughts of the elves and began to regard victory as the core.
Chapter completed!