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Chapter 630 Changes in the Dark Gate

Halduron took away most of the Farstriders in despair, and Sharlayan left only a small group of people to accompany him to the port of Zul'Aman.

But before setting off, Sarlayan still had to wait for someone.

The next morning, Sarlayan finished cleaning up early and was sparring with Valeela in the backyard martial arts training ground.

The attendant from the Lord's Mansion hurried over to inform him that the person Sarlayan was waiting for had finally arrived.

I went to the bathroom to quickly rinse off my sweat and change into a set of clothes suitable for traveling.

Only then did Sarlayan come to the living room in a hurry.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Lilas."

Since they were already very familiar with each other, when Sarlayan opened the door and came in, Lilas was sitting upright, leaning on the sofa to rest.

Seeing two attendants standing behind Sarlayan, Lyras pretended to put down his crossed legs and pretended to be sitting upright.

Sarlayan waved his hand funnyly: "Okay,

Who are you pretending to show here?"

"The people in my family don't talk around freely. It's better to avoid your habit of showing off to others."

Liras, who tried hard to pretend to be serious, immediately revealed his true colors, and his straight back bent lazily.

"You told me earlier..."

Sarlayan glanced at Lilas with pity and sat down opposite him without any concern.

As a friend who has been playing together since childhood, Sarlayan knows better than anyone why Lylas behaves in two different ways.

The tutor of the Windrunner family is no joke. If Liresa saw the lazy look of her only male, she would probably see Lylas running around Silvermoon City in the middle of the night the next day.

When he thought of this, Sarlayan was very grateful for his father's easy-going temperament.

When Sarlayan was a child, he was also forced to learn a lot of skills that nobles must master, but in total, he only received strict discipline for half a year. Most of the time, Julian was relatively laissez-faire towards Sarlayan.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic."

The two of them chatted for a while as usual about family affairs, and Lilas took the initiative to bring the topic back.

"I heard about it when I came here,

Did you drive the Farstriders back to the camp by Lake Arendal?"

"Um."

Sarlayan nodded without hesitation: "If we let them stay in the town any longer, this elite civilian force will be exhausted sooner or later. It's better to let them return to their old profession."

"oh?"

Lilas raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you have plans for the Far Travelers?"

"Correction." Sarlayan raised his hand and pointed to the north: "It's not me, it's His Majesty Kael'thas."

Liras curled his lips: "It's all the same. Who doesn't know that His Majesty is very busy with reform matters now, and it's not you who has the final say on the arrangements in the southern part of the forest."

Sarlayan shook his head sternly: "The etiquette cannot be broken.

There are some things that need to be explained clearly first.”

Although Thalayan and Kael'thas have a good personal relationship, in order to maintain Kael'thas' authority as the Sun King, Thalayan will not get carried away and usurp the throne.

Danmaku told Sarlayan many stories of great achievements that shocked the master.

Part of it is that the monarch has no capacity to accommodate others, and uses the method of killing cunning rabbits and cooking lackeys to eliminate heroes.

But there are also some cases where the ministers are not good at being a good person. After making many meritorious deeds, they start to wander and cannot recognize their own position.

It is rare to see a wise monarch like Kael'thas who is far-sighted but treats his subordinates well, and Sharlayan doesn't want to make him feel bad about him over a trivial matter.

As the saying goes, details determine success or failure.

Lailas obviously lacked experience in this area. He shook his head disapprovingly and said, "Okay, it's His Majesty's arrangement. Please tell me what's going on first."

Sarlayan placed a piece of intelligence from the southern part of the continent on the coffee table.

"This is the frontline report I just received last night. You should read it first."

"front?"

Liras frowned slightly, and while spreading out the information, he casually complained: "Which front line is there now? I won't be transferred back to Northen again... huh?"

Liras' habitual chattering suddenly stopped, and his originally casual expression instantly became serious.

"...has it been confirmed?"

Sarlayan nodded solemnly: "Although the specific time cannot be guaranteed, we must prepare in advance."

This information came from Nethergarde Keep, which guards the Cursed Land. After it was reviewed by King Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the messengers non-stop sent the copied letters to the capitals of the major kingdoms.

Quel'Thalas in the remote northern Xinjiang was the last to receive the letter. If nothing else happens,

Other kingdoms should have already started making preparations.

"Is there any change in the Dark Gate..."

Liras's expression was very solemn,

At the same time, there is a bit of uneasy expectation.

Sarlayan knew what Lyras was thinking about,

In order not to let him have unnecessary expectations, I deliberately changed the topic and continued talking about business.

"Now the ranger force is divided into two. One part stays in Crystalsong Forest and is taken over by Vereesa, and the other part returns to the mainland and is taken care of by Sylvanas. Both sides are training new recruits with the old leading the new."

"Before this round of training for new recruits ends, Liressa prefers not to move them for the time being, and instead let the mobile force of the Far Travelers set off first."

Lilas suddenly stood up and asked solemnly: "That's why you specially called me here... When will you set off?"

"Don't worry."

Sarlayan waved his hand for Lyras to sit down first: "The military reform is still in progress, and the division between garrison troops and combat troops has not yet been clarified."

"Until it is confirmed that the Dark Portal is reopened, His Majesty Kael'thas will not send out a large-scale main force to defend Silvermoon City... Do you understand what I mean?"

Kael'thas had only been on the throne for a short period of time, and it was not easy to replace the officers within the four legions in a big way. He could only subtly divide those noble officers with different ideas in the name of reform.

Those who want to live in retirement can stay in the garrison to defend the homeland, and then take care of things later, while those who want to go to the battlefield and make meritorious deeds will be incorporated into the expeditionary force.

Once an external war breaks out, the expedition troops will attack immediately. Only when the homeland is attacked, the garrison troops left behind in Yongge Forest will need to be mobilized.

Even within the four nobles who hold military power, there are different opinions on whether to go on an expedition or to defend the country. The dispute over the division of duties may not end in a short time.

After all, this is related to the interests of all parties, and it affects the whole body.

Kael'thas must ensure that the military reforms will not cause chaos. The complicated affairs in this area involve most of his energy. For matters outside Silvermoon City, he can only turn to Thalayan for help.

"Tsk!"

Liras smacked his lips in displeasure: "Are they those boring political struggles again? It's not easy for Your Majesty."

Sarlayan smiled noncommittally: "The current environment is pretty good. When His Majesty Anasteria was in power, it was like a mass of demons dancing around."

Lyras had also personally experienced the rebellion of the four nobles during the tribe's invasion, and nodded with deep understanding.

"Forget it, don't talk about these unhappy things."

"Salayan, when do you expect the Dark Portal to open again?"

Sarlayan shook his head: "I don't know. To be honest, I didn't expect that the Dark Portal would change at this time."

If we follow the original historical timeline, the Dark Portal will not open again until at least after the Third War, which is the version of the Burning Crusade mentioned in the barrage. The specific time is probably in the 26th year of the Black Gate.

But now is the 11th anniversary of the Black Gate. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have opened so early.

Sarlayan was a little surprised by the intelligence submitted by the front line, but he was not at a loss.

Due to the existence of Sarlayan's family, the history of Azeroth in this timeline has already undergone significant changes, and the original historical timeline provided by the barrage cannot be fully applied.

If there is any movement in the Dark Portal, it can only mean that someone is causing trouble in the Dark Portal on the Draenor side.

Due to the complete cutoff of intelligence from Draenor, Azeroth is still unable to determine whether the Expeditionary Force took the initiative to reconnect or the Burning Legion was up to something.

According to Antonidas' calculations, if the Burning Legion intended to repair the blown-up Dark Portal, it would be impossible within two years even without the interference of the Expeditionary Force.

It is indeed necessary to prepare for a rainy day, but there is no need to panic about it, there is still plenty of time before the Dark Door opens again.

Sarlayan: "Anyway, you have to leave an impression on this matter first, and start to pay close attention to the training intensity of the Far Traveler in advance. Don't go to the battlefield to lose weight when the time comes."

"But right now, I have another task to give you."

Liras sat upright for a rare moment: "What mission?"

"Take the Far Traveler who is still on standby in the town and accompany me for a walk on the beach."

"……ha?"


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