After gaining a firm foothold, the elves trained a large number of forest rangers, assassins, and warriors. They began to launch a counterattack against the trolls of the Amani Empire in all directions, hoping to stabilize their magic kingdom Quelthalas. Soon the trolls were completely suppressed into the forest, and they could only huddle in their huge forest city, Zuman, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack again.

Although compressed in Zu Aman, the trolls often send out scouts to conduct assassination and sabotage operations, creating panic in the hope of hitting the elves’ confidence.

Now that the Sun Well has been destroyed by Arthas, the high elves are trapped in despair, this time may be the best opportunity for the trolls.

Lock touched his chin and looked at the troll's hunched back and pondered. The troll in front of him might be another start to the next war between the elves and the trolls.

"Hi! What are you looking at?"

Locke, who had been thinking for a long time, was awakened by the elf girl beside him. He looked back and the elf girl was looking at him in confusion.

"You seem to have something to worry about?"

"No, I don't." Locke smiled at Norlis comfortably, then sighed and looked at the troll's back with a serious look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine, I'm just a little worried about the appearance of that thing."

Following Locke's gaze, Norris saw the trolls tied to the young rangers. She put the things on her hand in her package disapprovingly.

"Since I was just getting older, I had been fighting those dirty guys until now. If there was no fight with them one day, it would have made me feel a little worried." Norris pulled the robe's reins and walked along the edge of the small square. He looked at the sign next to him and said, "Killing a troll in his prime is the graduation course for trainee rangers, and we have been working to eliminate their numbers."

Norlis glanced at the trolls walking away in disgust and spitted into the grass beside him, "It's a pity that they are like wild grass. After a rainy season, you will find that their number has increased several times!"

Lock quickly walked to Norris' side, grimaced at an elf boy who looked at him timidly and grimaced, and said to her, "Are you not worried that they will rush out of their city? You know that your elf is in a very bad situation now."

Seeing Locke's expression, the elf boy was stunned, then stuffed his two fingers into his mouth, pulled his mouth wide at Locke, and his tongue stretched out from his mouth, making a puff sound.

Seeing this, Locke laughed and gave a thumbs up at the elf boy. The little boy ran to his mother proudly, pulled the corner of his mother's clothes and pointed at Locke and said something.

"What's there to worry about?" Norlis sneered, and she said mockingly, "These courageless mice will only huddle in the city like their own rat holes. Even now, they will not dare to come out!"

"Oh, is that?" Locke responded absent-mindedly, and he saw the elf boy's mother, an elf young woman in a red dress, looking at him with disgust.

Lock touched the messy hair on his head, and some monks were confused.

Why does she hate me? This is my first time in Quel'thalas?

Could it be because of my outfit?

Lock looked down at his body, and the blue-gold-edged double-headed eagle was still on his chest. The high-level commander's robe marked his identity. Anyone who knows a little about heraldry knowledge will understand his status in human society.

Could it be because it's too dirty?

Lock looked at his armor and robe, clean, bright and spotless.

Locke habitually digging his hair. By the way, is it hair?

It is said that elves love to be clean. Could it be that elves' cleanliness has reached this point? People who have tolerate cleanliness to come to their places of life?

Since I have been here from the port of Silver Song Forest for so long, Locke hasn't taken a shower for a long time, and his hair is like a mop, tangled together.

If you include the beard that you haven't shaved for a long time, well, it probably won't look very good.

This is also impossible. When sailing on the sea, the most lacking is clean water.

Take a bath? Dream!

Locke pulled his close-fitting shirt and pulled it out and smelled it!

Oh! There is no other smell, it's normal

"Don't smell it anymore. I can bear the smell on your body!" Just as Locke was confused, Norlis's voice came over.

Norlis looked at Locke with some resentment, "We elves cannot tolerate the dirty people all over our bodies, and only I can tolerate you!"

Then she gritted her teeth and said, "If it weren't for the tight time, I would definitely let you clean up well! I'll save it and give me a shame!"

"That's why, we are humans, and you are elves~" Locke said helplessly.

When they were sailing on the sea, Norris insisted on taking a bath once a day, although there was only one basin of water at a time. And that hateful captain of Goblin, each basin of water costs 10 gold coins! Each time he used it, he would add one more gold coins!

It is famous for its fresh water on the boat, and only the high price can let you know the preciousness of water!

Locke was so angry when he thought of this. He had never felt so distressed, but Norlis still did his own thing and put his dexterous hand in front of him whenever he took a shower.

"After taking so many high-priced baths, don't you feel sorry for it at all?" Locke couldn't help asking.

"I would rather spend all my money on me than have a strange smell!" Norris said firmly, then she raised her eyebrows and stopped looking at Locke.

"No! You just go like this, it's my person who is thrown away! You have to clean up, otherwise..." Just as Norris was about to ask Locke to take a shower in the hotel, someone was looking at her name.

"Noris? Noris? Is it you?!!"

Hearing this voice, the elf girl turned her head in confusion, and then she immediately turned around as if she was frightened, covered her face and leaned into Locke's arms. Locke found that her ears were red.

"Oh! Damn it, what should I do? I don't want to be embarrassed in front of my best friend..." Norris' murmur penetrated into Locke's ears without missing a word.

Locke looked up and saw an elf beauty with long hair on the other end of the small square looking at this side.

She was wearing a red and black robe. Compared with Veredis at Yangfan Harbor Pier, her robe had more patterns and was extremely complex.

"Norlis! Is it you?!"

Lock saw the elf beauty opposite walking towards this side lightly, and Norris in his arms pierced his head deeper.
Chapter completed!