"Girl, where are you from? Why are you with a foreigner, and why do you appear in a war zone?"

During the questioning, the cavalry captain put away his bow and arrow, but immediately put his right hand on the sword at his waist, without letting down his guard for a moment. Although this strange-looking white-skinned man riding on a raptor looked harmless,

Make him instinctively feel dangerous.

Fierce battles were going on every day, but a white-skinned humanoid creature with unknown origins that he had never heard of appeared on the edge of the battlefield. He could also speak fluent Night Elf language. How could he not be on guard?

?

There was only a few meters between the two sides. If the other side made any changes, he believed that he could use his sword to kill the other side before that happened.

"I am from the city of Suramar, and my name is Elisande, your lord." Elisande lifted Angmar's robe, turned over and got off the raptor, so that the other party could see clearly.

Although her robe was washed very clean, there were many damaged areas, and the exposed skin on her arms and neck still bore many unhealed scars.

The cavalry captain frowned.

Elisande continued:

"I am a student at Suramar's Low-Level Magic Academy. Half a month ago, I was kidnapped by a troll outside the city and brought to Zuldazar. It was this foreigner who traveled around the continent who rescued me..."

"What?" the cavalry captain exclaimed and looked quickly at the adjutant beside him.

Without his signal, the adjutant began to fumble in the saddle's backpack after listening to Elisande's words. Soon he pulled out a portrait and handed it to the captain.

The cavalry captain unfolded it, looked at the portrait, and then at Elisande. After comparing it several times, he nodded and said:

"That's right, it's you, Elisande of Suramar City... Your encounter alarmed the entire empire - damn troll!" As he said that, the cavalry captain rerolled the scroll and spat, his eyes filled with tears.

With the flames of hatred, "The Queen was furious about this, and ordered the Royal Advisor Mr. Ferguson to take charge of the overall situation and lead hundreds of royal mages to participate in the search and rescue operation against you. Fortunately, you came back in time, otherwise we would have stormed Nazmir tomorrow.

Give the task force an opportunity to go deep into the troll territory to rescue you."

Angmar was secretly frightened by these words. He thought that it was just a kidnapping incident involving dozens of low-level students who were not even apprentices. How could it lead to such a big fight? It caused a sensation in the city of Suramar.

Forget it, even the aloof Azshara was alerted, and she even went to war to plan a battle to rescue them...

But after thinking about it, he figured out the reason.

This is related to the face of the empire. Where is Suramar City? It is deep in the hinterland of the empire, the second largest city after the imperial capital Aissalin, and the leading magic capital in the entire empire.

The troll actually kidnapped dozens of children from the absolutely safe hinterland under the eyes of millions of Night Elf soldiers. How could the empire lose its face?

Moreover, even if they have the privileged Well of Eternity, the success rate of mages is quite low. These dozens of students may be the future pillars of the empire. Furthermore, the magic of the night elves must not tolerate the barbaric and vulgar giants.

Demonic fingers.

After the news spreads, if the people learn that the authorities turn a blind eye to this, how will they view their beloved Light of Lights - Queen Azshara?

Azshara will never allow her own image to be stained, even though this is a feudal era.

So no matter what the cost, she must severely punish these despicable trolls. Even if she has to pay some inevitable price, she will definitely make the trolls understand that the night elves are not easy to mess with.

Angmar believes that this queen who regards her prestige as her life and attaches great importance to the public's opinion of her is not just a simple act.

"Why are you the only one back? Where are your classmates?"

the cavalry captain asked again.

Elisande lowered his head and said sadly:

"They... they were all killed by trolls..."

The cavalry captain gritted his teeth and signaled to the adjutant after a while. The latter nodded, shook the reins vigorously, and rode away on the Nightsaber Juechen to report the news to the army in advance.

"Come on, follow me back. We will protect you and send you back to Suramar, my child." The cavalry captain stretched out a hand to Elisande, his eyes occasionally drifting to the silent Ange.

Ma, there is distrust in her eyes.

Elisande blinked his watery eyes, took two steps back, grabbed Angmar's hand, and shook his head slowly but firmly.

The cavalry captain couldn't help but be stunned. Then he looked at Angmar, thought for a moment, and formally introduced himself:

"I am Cavalry Captain Byraeus of the 251st Brigade of the Eighth Legion of the Empire. I don't know, sir..."

Angmar said at the right time: "Anghmar, captain, you can call me Angmar."

Baraeus nodded, took out a bag of gold coins from his arms, and asked his men to hand it to Angmar, "Your Excellency Angmar, thank you for your righteous act of rescuing the victims of our clan. This is the reward you deserve.

Now we have to go back and recover, please..."

Although the wording was very appropriate, Byraeus' tone was completely opposite to it. It didn't seem to be expressing gratitude at all, but it felt like he was condescending and dismissing beggars.

Angmar shook his head and rejected the other party's bounty.

He is very familiar with this arrogant attitude. The high elves in the past were also similar to it, as if they were born to be a head above other races.

This is a typical Yelang arrogance.

Arrogance blinded the high elves, who firmly believed that the Bandinor barrier could resist the Scourge, but ignored the most obvious shortcoming. That is, the barrier's weakness is too obvious. If there is a traitor who betrays the secrets of the three magic temples, it can be broken from the inside.

Quel'Thalas's defense system is ineffective.

It takes a day to transfer the energy source that maintains the barrier from the Magic Temple to the Sunwell. It doesn't seem like a long time, but the fact is that within that time, the evil teacher Darkan killed the guardian of the temple.

After the barrier disappeared without a trace, there were simply not enough troops on the southern border to stop Alsace, buying time for the energy source to convert and allowing the barrier to appear again.

Arthas trampled the arrogance of the high elves into the mud with one kick, and proved with bloody facts that in the face of the shadow of death, the high elves were no better than other races.

Having said that, in terms of origin, the ancestors of humans and dwarves were the Titan creations that first appeared in Azeroth after sequencing. The high elves were just mutations of the trolls that only appeared in the world 16,000 years ago.

Just descendants...

Only by finding pain points with a clear mind can we seek changes and lay the foundation for forge ahead. When most citizens blindly advocate the strength of a country and a family, it will only shorten its peak period and even lead to unimaginable consequences. Countless histories have proven this.

A terrifying arrogance.

But obviously, the night elves in front of them, who have great national power and cover almost the entire Kalimdor, think very highly of themselves and regard other races as backward barbarians, do not think so.

The ancient night elves looked down upon any race except themselves.

Seeing Angmar's rejection of the bounty, Baraeus showed a hint of anger, because this white-skinned foreigner actually looked down upon the bounty. Then he discovered that Elisande had climbed onto the raptor saddle again and lifted Angmar away.

He slipped into the outer skirt of Gema's robe to keep warm, and couldn't help but be startled.

Although he didn't like the other party's behavior, Angmar still nodded slightly in a reserved manner, touched Elisande's head, and said softly:

"Captain Byraeus, this girl is too frightened. Please let me send her to the military camp."

Baraeus pondered, and this was indeed the best way. How could it be possible to bring a foreigner of unknown origin back to the military camp? Not to mention that there was the royal advisor Sir Ferguson pressing down on him, who was an upper elf.

The big shot in the movie hates the people at the bottom, let alone the foreigners. If you know that he can't even send away a foreigner, his military career can be ended with just one look.

But looking at the little girl sitting sideways on the saddle, huddled in the white leather foreign robe, hugging her waist tightly, Byraeus was really helpless.

He could only say:

"Okay then, foreigner, please come back to the military camp with us."

As he said this, he waved to his soldiers, who got off their mounts, led the Nightsaber toward Angmar, and at the same time pulled out a strip of cloth from his arms.

"Excuse me, we can't let you pry into our clan's military situation. Please use it to cover your eyes. In addition, this velociraptor can't go with you."

Angmar shook his head imperceptibly.

But dealing with these arrogant guys is really not a pleasant thing.

But there was no anger in his heart, only deep sadness. A famous line from a famous book in his previous life appeared in his mind involuntarily...

Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival. Arrogance is. Although it does not fit the current situation, it is enough to express the ancient night elf empire, which provided assistance to the tauren and others in the face of world-destroying disasters such as the invasion of the Burning Legion.

The attitude expressed by the race is so deplorable.

He got off the Velociraptor, patted the beast on the head, and mentally issued the command "go home". The latter immediately understood and ran back along the way. Then he carried Elisande onto the Night Blade.

Leopard took the cloth and covered his eyes with his own hands, and also stepped up.

Sir officer, I am a mage. If I am willing, I can see your deployment clearly with my eyes closed.

The soft footsteps of the night saber came to his ears. Angmar thought this and said calmly:
Chapter completed!