Sarlayan felt that this nickname was rather neutral, neither complimentary nor derogatory.
But Sylvanas obviously doesn't think so. Recently, she has often been looked at quietly with very subtle eyes.
Sylvanas is naturally beautiful, and she has been accustomed to the attention of others since she was a child.
In the past, most of those who secretly paid attention to her showed admiration, and occasionally made some disgusting and lewd looks. Most of them would be stared back by Sylvanas on the spot, or even directly punch holes in the other person's body.
This time was different, she could clearly feel that the admiring eyes were getting less and the indescribable and subtle eyes were growing rapidly.
Not only the civilians in the southern part of the forest, but also many people in the ranger army were quietly looking at her without leaving a trace, and from time to time there would be people whispering behind her back.
Sylvanas, who has a strong personality, is very annoyed by this situation, and she also knows where all this comes from.
Inas once told Sarlayan that once a woman loses her temper, it is easy for her to fall into a state of unreasonable hysteria.
It's the same for any race.
When Sarlayan heard these words, he did not think of his own personal feelings, but immediately mourned for his father.
What my mother said was obviously based on her own personal experience.
There is a rumor that Sylvanas took the initiative to invite her to dance at that dance.
But after encountering the weird looks from countless people, Sylvanas, who gradually became more emotional, selectively forgot about her mistakes and threw the blame on Sharlayan as if she was evading.
When Sarlayan heard the whole story from Lylas, who was gloating about his misfortune, he was stunned on the spot.
Sarlayan: "How the hell can it hit me?! I'm the victim!"
【Good guy! I’m so good guy.】
[Sure enough, women are the same no matter which world they are in. Once their temper gets angry, they will throw the blame indiscriminately. Anyway, it’s not my fault.jpg]
【Watch your words! Fist warning.】
Sarlayan rubbed his temples with a headache: "...In the recent period, I'd better stay away from her as much as possible to avoid being inexplicably angry."
Lilas patted Sarlayan on the shoulder with pity: "Wise decision, women, try to stay away when they lose their temper."
"trust me."
Lilas looked at the blue sky above Crystal Song Forest with a miserable expression: "This is my personal experience."
[The bench has been moved, please tell your story.]
[Hey, you can guess it without saying it. Just think about the gender ratio of the Windrunner family. 】
【That's it, please forgive me. 】
Returning to the large force of the officer corps, Sarlayan and Lyras quickly merged into the discussion of several people as if nothing had happened.
When it comes to talking about Sharlayan, Sylvanas still uses both guns and sticks in her words.
Sarlayan consciously avoided talking to her directly, and when he couldn't avoid it, he would wink and let Little Xingxing take over the topic to smooth things over.
Although Stellagosa was a little amused by Sharlayan's cowardice, she was still considerate and stood up to help her Hanhan every time, and finally did not let him be targeted too badly by Sylvanas.
"Well...I probably understand."
Liadrin looked up to the north thoughtfully: "Due to Sarlayan's insidious trick of diverting water to the east, the scout vanguard army originally stationed at the border of Crystalsong Forest transferred most of its troops to the northern front to confront the Iron Legion.
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"And the Drakkari on the southern front are still fighting a tug-of-war with the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs. If we join the fight, the Frost Trolls will face the dilemma of being attacked on three sides?"
Sarlayan nodded approvingly: "That's it to put it simply, and I have already negotiated terms with the Grizzly Maw Furbolg in advance."
"As long as we can attack Drak'Saron Fortress from both front and rear, the greymaw furbolgs will formally form an alliance with Quel'Thalas, pressing Drakkari's army from two directions, forcing them to shrink their troops and retreat.
Defend your own territory."
"here."
Sarlayan clicked heavily on the location of Draxalon Fortress on the map.
"For us, the strategic significance of Draxalon Fortress is also very important."
"I spent a lot of time trying to convince the Dragon Clan to let us use the Dragonblight Wilderness, just this once."
"Only by pulling out this nail stuck in the supply line can we truly gain a firm foothold in Crystal Song Forest."
"Fortress..."
Sylvanas frowned and asked: "If you attack from the rear, you don't have to worry about long-distance city defense. Has the Backlight Blade drawn a topographic map of the interior of the fortress?"
Sarlayan nodded and took out a hand-drawn map from the space package.
"Only a part of it was drawn. They would not dare to enter the place that was too heavily guarded. At least the shortest route to the Salonya Altar was drawn."
"Liadrin, speed is very important in this battle. We must defeat Drakkari's western defense line in the shortest possible time, attack Drak'saron Fortress 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-level stairs leading to the Salonya Altar, the terrain of the entire fortress is relatively flat, and the paladins can charge unimpeded on the lower level."
"The Morning Frontier Corps will play an important role in this assault battle, and the assistance of the Ranger Force cannot be ignored."
Sarlayan 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 Saronya."
"Liadrin will lead a few paladins to dismount and follow us up the stairs, but the main task of clearing the enemy soldiers along the way will still fall into the hands of the rangers."
"can you do it?"
Sylvanas is not a person who abandons public service for personal reasons. Although she is still dissatisfied with Sharlayan in her heart, she will not let her personal emotions influence her judgment when talking about such military affairs.
"Of course."
Sylvanas said categorically: "When climbing the stairs, my rangers will protect the large forces from harm and ensure that the assault team targeting Saronya is delivered to the altar."
Sarlayan's expression relaxed a little: "Then I'll leave it to you."
"You have been tired for a long journey, so take a good rest in the camp today. I will contact the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs first and make an appointment with them to attack at the same time tomorrow morning."
…
In Gurdak, the capital of the Drakkari trolls, there was a lot of noise in the throne room.
The top-level compositions of the several major troll empires are very similar. The warlords who control the military power and the priests who control the divine power have higher status.
Although the three external overlord clans of Gurubashi, Drakkari and Amani are dissatisfied with Zandalar who always likes to point fingers, they have actually been learning from Zandalar's advanced experience in all aspects.
The decision-making body of Zandalar is composed of the king and the Zanchuli Council.
However, unlike the dual government system of Quel'Thalas, the appointment and removal of members of the Zanchuli Council are all decided by the king.
The so-called parliament is just a helper selected by the king to help him manage the country. Councilor Zanchuli does not have as much authority as Councilor Silveryue.
Zandalari's political system has been in use for tens of thousands of years, and there have been no major problems so far.
With mature experience ahead of them, other troll empires might as well follow suit.
The top leadership of Drakkari in Gurdak also has a similar political system. The Frost King Malak is in charge of the overall situation, and the Ice Council assists the king in governing.
The members of the Ice Council are composed of Loa priests and warlords. Since each represents different interests, they often scheming with each other.
Frost King Malak used to regard observing the quarrels in the council as a show, but now he was not in such a good mood.
Sladelan, the priest of Siletus, and the warlord Zolmaz had a quarrel with each other.
Zormaz, who was in charge of the military power, hoped that Sladlan would encourage the poisonous snake Roaceletus to go to the front line and use its highly corrosive venom to give those steel monsters some color.
Of course, Sladlan was unwilling to agree. Loa was the priests' greatest support, and most of the time the Loa priests had to act according to Loa's wishes.
Unless... they have made up their mind to break up and seize Loa's power by force.
At least at this stage, Sladlan has no such idea and is unwilling to see his own gods being used as tools of war without any prestige.
Moreover, Silatus himself was unlikely to agree.
The other Loa priests were watching with cold eyes, but they were actually on Sladran's side.
No one wants their Loa to become the next weapon of war. It is best that such a shameful thing is never mentioned.
The members of the Ice Parliament jumped up and down and argued for a while, and Malak, who was already in a bad mood, finally stopped.
"That's enough! We are facing a formidable enemy, but you are still trying to shirk your responsibilities here!"
Malak looked at Sladran with a sinking face: "We are now fighting on two fronts, and the front lines are under great pressure."
"I don't care what method you use, send Siletus to the northern battlefield for me, let him help us break through the Iron Legion's defense line, and force the master behind them to give an explanation!"
"Everyone, now that Drakkari is facing a difficult situation of fighting on two fronts, it is time for those Loa who have long accepted our worship to play a role!"