"The least one?" Azshara was amused when she heard this, and she covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's interesting. Is there really such a powerful ethnic group in Azeroth?"

Ferguson understood that the Queen's words meant that there is still knowledge and race in this world that we have never discovered?

It is hard to imagine that such words of pride and complacency are expressed between the lines, which will be spoken from a powerful mage who believes in exploring the essence of the world and seeking that desire will never fade.

But the fact is that the Queen has this mentality. If she had not been able to stand at the top of the world and look down on everything, she would not have had such emotions.

In the past few thousand years, although the night elves evolved from the dark trolls who settled near the Well of Eternity gradually formed a complex social system and formed a complete and unified powerful empire, just like their nature, the desire for expansion of the night elves empire has never been strong.

Because the main body of the empire is the elegant people who linger at the well, who are greedy for the beautiful paradise, and live in harmony with all natural things such as forests and vegetation full of life. They have no worries about food and clothing and carefreeness.

Even though they established their country with magic, they never stopped exploring the world, and their territory has always been fixed around the Well of Eternity, and their own population, production capacity, and territory are in harmony like nature.

Until Empress Azshara succeeded to the throne.

She is talented, a magic genius born in the world, and the most powerful wizard in the entire empire and even the continent. She loves the people as her sons and is the ruler that the people love the most, no doubt. At the same time, she is also ambitious and the ultimate definition of beauty is to submit to her own charm, so that the glory of higher races shines on the entire world.

It can be said that Azshara's influence covers all aspects of the Night Elf society.

Under her leadership, the Night Elf Empire changed its past unconfrontation and began to form millions of soldiers, conquered, expanded, and put a large area of ​​land in her pocket. She did not make too much trouble for the weak and backward races such as the Tauren, but instead focused on the trolls who existed in the name of the Zur Empire, but were actually ruled by the trolls who were separated by the major tribes.

She defeated the Dakale trolls in the north, leaving them trapped in Gudak Fortress and survived in the snow and ice.

She smashed the Amani Empire in the East to pieces, forced the Amani troll into the jungle, and shivered under the power of the night elves.

She tore the Gula Bash Empire, which ran across the continent in the south, and ordered some of it to retreat to the southwest desert, and some to retreat into the tropical rainforests along the southeast coast, wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

Now, hundreds of thousands of troops of the Third Legion have been stationed on the southern border, suppressing the most powerful Zandala tribe among the trolls in the mountains where Loa is alive and dare not act rashly.

Times have changed.

Under the glory of Azshara, the troll who once arrogant and even defeated the remnants of the ancient gods such as the Yaki Zerg, completely stepped down from the stage of history.

There is nothing in this world that can stop the rise of the night elves.

Azshara...

It is so supreme.

complacent?

Ferguson didn't think so.

The queen is qualified to see everything in the world as a master.

"Your Majesty, it is difficult to describe the special nature of this alien wizard just by words. Based on the information revealed in his words, I believe that the unknown race he lives in is at least far beyond our generations in the realm of arcane magic. We should take it seriously..."

As a consultant, Ferguson took up his job well.

Azshara nodded slowly and issued an order:

"Touch and contact this alien race. Find out his origin."

Havis, who had been listening, pondered for a while, bowed to Azshara and said:

"Your Majesty, Ferguson is right. I beg you to allow me to meet this alien wizard."

Ferguson, who lowered his head, snorted coldly when he heard this, his face showed a chill, but his heart couldn't help but feel pounding. He thought that this despicable guy was coming to steal my credit again, for fear that the queen would hand over this important task to Harves.

Azshara turned around and looked at the magnificent water surface of the Well of Eternity, saying:

"No, Harves, you have the heavy responsibility. You should give this task to Ferguson."

Harves saluted respectfully without any regrets on his face:

"The study of exploring the universe and exploring the space has indeed reached a critical moment. After this period of hard work, I vaguely realized a powerful, godlike majestic existence. Perhaps in a while, I can try to attract the attention of this god and make him turn his attention to our world."

"Very good, very good..." Azshara's lips raised slightly. She rarely showed her emotions in front of her hands, but whenever Harves mentioned the distant "god", she always made the queen happy.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to retreat and prepare for a new magic ceremony." Havis bowed and said.

"Go." Azshara waved.

She knew what Harves was going to do, knew the aide's careful thoughts, and knew the other party, what attitude she had towards the disputes arising from their power conspiracy, and where was the bottom line of tolerance.

Power and magic are the unshakable reliance she controls these ambitious families.

"He loved the girl of my tribe whom he rescued from Zudasa, and claimed that he wanted to lead the magical glory of my tribe in Surama City and take care of that girl by the way. I invited him to walk with me and..."

After Harves left, Ferguson introduced his situation.

"Very good, you did a good job."

Azshara praised her a rare time, which made Ferguson feel ecstatic and deeply felt that this choice was the right one.

...

Harves walked through the palace and soon arrived at a remote reception place. After waving away the palace maids, he took out the magic image stone.

Chanting spells, casting spells, and magical mists linger, revealing images of the person you are in contact.

The dense forests of Zandala mountains are near before our eyes. A forward camp guarded by hundreds of elite soldiers is filled with trolls' heads, and weapons, equipment, and ornaments that are obviously not something that ordinary trolls can hold.

The blood has soaked the land. It is not difficult to imagine that there must be a very unpleasant smell of blood here. However, the armor was dirty, and the soldiers who had experienced consecutive battles did not have any disgust on their faces, only cold murderous intent.

Because these are proofs of glory and proofs of military achievements.

In the middle of the camp, a young mage wearing a royal robe, long purple hair, and a badge representing the status of a mage, was assigned combat missions to dozens of colleagues.

In a night elves society where bloodlines, age and experience are respected, it is not easy for such young people to convince many royal wizards with transcendent status without any disagreement.

"Wells." Harves called softly.

The Royal Mage, known as "Wells", turned around and saw Harves in the spirit fog. He blinked a little unexpectedly, waved his hand to disband the Royal Mage, summoned a soundproof barrier beside him, and asked softly:

"What are the instructions for the sir?"

He was Harves "assigned" to Ferguson, serving as the "deputy" in the search and rescue operation of the missing cadets in Surama City, and governing the royal wizard, Wells, the Royal Mage who was responsible for infiltrating the combat operation, and Harves's confidant.

But after the survivors were rescued, Wells was useless.

Harves looked around and asked:

"Where are you?"

"As you can see, after the only survivor of the Nazmir Surama incident was brought back by the aliens, I changed my original plan of action and was planning another raid against the troll supply line."

——The Queen Azshara doesn’t want to move the Zandala mountains for the time being. Because for the night elves, the wet and hot forest that breeds flies and insects has no value in occupation, and is protected by the powerful Loa of the trolls. The border is just to curb the rise of the trolls.

"Have you ever seen that alien?" Harves asked again.

Wells shook his head in confusion without knowing it.

Before returning, he used his spare time to help the military create some trouble for the trolls. He had a smart choice, but was misled by Ferguson. Harves could only make such a judgment. When the aliens arrived, if Wells was present, he would definitely discover his specialness in advance, and Harves would not be behind Ferguson in contact with this alien.

Although he has the heavy responsibility, Harves still wants to win some benefits for himself.

"You were misled by Ferguson. Stop the operation and return to the military camp immediately to help me find out the details of the alien race."

Wells frowned suddenly and said:

"Mr. Harves, I must remind you that the supply line of the troll army that is confronting the Third Legion of the Empire is very fragile. It must pass through Nazmir, which is raging with blood trolls, and is often attacked. If my people successfully cut off the supply line of the troll, the troll will be forced to retreat. At that time, the front line of the Third Legion can advance to the northern foot of the Zandala Mountains and enter the rainforest. The Queen will be happy for this..."

Harves looked at Wells' young face and felt emotion in his heart again. He had already expressed the same emotion more than once. He was very glad that he had discovered Wells. Wells was very young, but he was extremely excellent. He was so outstanding that he felt ashamed.

but……

Wells will also make mistakes that young people make.

"If you want, assign someone to continue to take charge of this operation. I need you to approach the alien, who is likely to be a very powerful mage." Harves said.

Wells frowned again. Harves's strength was obvious to all. Some people even compared him with Prince Farrodis to comment, believing that among the thousands of mages in the Night Elf Empire, Harves is the second strongest, except for Queen Azshara.

Even Harves used the comments like "very powerful", and that alien must be extraordinary.

"As you wish, I'll set off right away."

Wells nodded and saluted, waving the magical fog.

He kept murmuring while arranging a new person in charge and packing up his personal belongings.

"The powerful alien wizard? It's really incredible... Is such an alien existent?"

Thanks to the Nine Turns Holy Spirit for the reward, Momo~
Chapter completed!