MTL - Live Streaming: Azeroth-Chapter 56 3 Sending principles

Anasterian's increasingly outrageous problems were causing Sharlayan a lot of headaches.

'Is this kind of question related to the future national policy that I, a commoner, can answer and dare to answer? '

The Sun King has been rambling all over the place for a long time, and Sharlayan still hasn't figured out what his central idea is.

Fortunately, the barrage that can objectively overlook the overall situation from a third-party perspective helped him see clearly the old king's intentions.

No matter how jumpy his topic is, the attitude revealed between the lines is gentle and gentle.

Sharlayan doesn't like to use his brain to think, he is more willing to use his fists to convince people with "reason".

Although the piccolo presented by Elette calmed the restlessness deep in Sharlayan's soul to a certain extent, the habit of not thinking about it that he had developed over the years was not so easy to change.

Anasteria has been intriguing with the Silvermoon Council and the nobles all year round, and they like to go around in circles like riddlemen, and confront each other with temptations overtly and secretly.

Although Anasteria had restrained his previous style as much as possible when talking with Sharlayan, it still made it very uncomfortable for someone like Sarlayan who likes to be straightforward.

Taking a step back, even if he understood what he meant, Sharlayan did not want to directly intervene in the dispute between the royal family and the nobles.

Anasterian is nothing more than seeing his mother's origin, hoping to use Sharlayan as a link to establish a good relationship with the Dragon Clan, and to gain a golden thigh for the Sunstrider royal family.

It has to be said that the old king's ideas are a bit ahead of his time.

At this moment, Sharlayan didn't even know where the Dragon Clan's stronghold was, and the only giant dragon he had ever seen appeared in the form of a mortal, and he didn't even know whether the Dragon Clan would recognize him or not.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Sharlayan, who wanted to touch the fish, chose to talk about him from left to right.

"Your Majesty, I'm not good at using my brain. I really can't answer your question."

Anasteria glanced at Welles behind him, and a trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of this loyal intelligence chief.

The Sun King sighed softly: 'I'm still too impatient, this child's growth is far from enough. '

After a moment of silence, Anasteria returned to a gentle smile on his face.

"Forget it, I was thinking too much."

Raising his hand and drawing an arcane rune in the void, a piece of letter paper exuding an elegant fragrance suddenly appeared on the coffee table in front of Anasteria.

"Shua Shua~"

Using his hand as a pen, Sun King Linkong left lines of pale blue arcane handwriting on the letter paper.

Sharlayan couldn't even see the specific content of the writing, and the arcane aura between the handwriting naturally dissipated and merged into the letter paper.

‘Encrypted letter? '

In just one minute, Anasteria, who was well prepared, wrote the entire letter, put it in a golden red gorgeous envelope, and pressed the sealing paint representing the royal family of the Sunstrider on the seal.

"Sharlayan, I know that you will soon leave Eversong Forest and go south to Lordaeron for training."

"Exactly, help me send a letter to Dalaran and hand it over to Kael'thas."

Sharlayan took the scented envelope and asked in puzzlement, "Your Majesty, why didn't you send someone to Dalaran directly?"

Anasterian smiled wryly and shook his head: "You don't know enough about the tribe... or about war."

"Any country will first find a way to block the enemy's reinforcements and intelligence transmission before going to war, and the space transmission will inevitably be targeted, just like when we confronted the tribe before."

"When the tribe first entered Azeroth, they suffered from mages using space magic to send reinforcements. Since then, they will let warlocks disrupt the magic net structure within a certain range before going to war."

"Now the magic net around Lordaeron is in a mess like a ball of yarn played by a cat. Opening the portal rashly may cause space turbulence. We can only temporarily use the most primitive communication method."

Sharlayan nodded suddenly: "No wonder Aurelia and the others set off on foot, I thought..."

Anasteria smiled and added the second half of Sharlayan's unspoken sentence: "Think we are deliberately making things difficult for the Alliance?"

"Since we have decided to form an alliance, there is really no need to make small moves in this kind of place."

"The previous local war has proved that the military strength of Quel'Thalas alone cannot defeat the Horde."

"To completely defeat the orcs who invaded from another world, we need a powerful ally. The alliance general named Turalyon came at the right time."

'I'm afraid it's more than that. '

Under the baptism of barrage, Sharlayan only believed half of the Sun King's words.

The military strength of the tribe is indeed strong. Those orcs who drank the blood of the demons are still more powerful than the trolls, and they are very difficult to deal with.

The low birth rate of the high elves seriously hindered the development of Quel'Thalas. Frankly speaking, Quel'Thalas couldn't afford to die.

Once the elite of a generation is lost, it will take at least a hundred years to recover.

After cooperating with the alliance, the high elves with strong firepower in the back row can justifiably hide behind the human army and pour out firepower, without worrying about being easily approached by orcs, which can minimize the loss of personnel.

"Okay, let's talk about this today."

Anastria's face was full of exhaustion: "It's hard to survive until the end of this local war, and the internal turmoil has temporarily subsided. I really should take a good rest."

"Willeys, help me see off the guests."

"It's rare to meet with your family, so you should take a rest today."

"As ordered."

…

Salayan hadn't seen his uncle Welles for several years.

A few years is nothing to elves with a long lifespan.

As the leader of the Backlight Blade, after Azeroth gradually entered a turbulent era, the pressure on the shoulders of Welles, who was in charge of intelligence work, was increasing.

In addition to the necessary sleep time every day, he himself can't remember the last time he left his post for a rest.

When the two walked out of the study room one after the other, Valeera was still dutifully standing at the door to watch, carefully watching around with sharp eyes.

Welles first handed over the work to Valeera. During his absence, Backlight Blade will send other key members to protect the Sun King's safety, and Valeera has also been incorporated into this team.

The talented Valeera has long been the key training target of Backlight Blade. It is a rare experience for her to be able to protect the Sun King at close range this time.

Walking back to the Deep Shadow family mansion, Welles and Sharlayan had very little conversation.

This does not mean that the relationship between the uncle and nephew is not good. Welles was originally such a taciturn character, and he would often point to the key point when he opened his mouth.

"Salayan, do you understand the intention behind the questions His Majesty raised today?"

Sharlayan fixed his eyes and nodded solemnly: "I probably understand, but I don't think that's something I should worry about."

In the words of the barrage, there is no need for Sarlayan **** to worry about the head of state.

Due to the bad experience in his childhood, he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to this country, but he was used to taking Eversong Forest as his hometown.

Since he doesn't intend to interfere in national affairs that have nothing to do with him~www.novelbuddy.com~ Salayan simply followed the three-post principle of barrage notifications.

Who you send it to, who I send it to, who he sends it to.

The development of Quel'Thalas has nothing to do with me, a white man?

Welles nodded approvingly, and rubbed Sarlayan's head with his rough palm.

"You are more mature than before, Julian must be very relieved to see you now."

"The struggle between the royal family and the traditional aristocracy is too involved, and those who are not strong enough to get involved in it are asking for their own death."

Welles sighed: "But that being said, the Deep Shadow family has no choice."

Sharlayan understood what his uncle meant.

The attitude of the Deep Shadow family has always been firm, and they have zero tolerance for anyone who uses the excuse of taking in a half-elf to provoke them.

This approach completely cut off the possibility of reconciliation between the Deep Shadow family and the traditional nobles, and the only option is to unreservedly fall to the royal party.

This is also one of the reasons why Anasteria has always trusted the Deep Shadow family.

Which king would not like a lonely minister who has no way out?

"I will bear the responsibilities of the family. Just like what Julian said, it's time for you to leave Quel'Thalas and go outside to see a wider world."

"Three days later, the first batch of reinforcements led by Sylvanas will set out from Tarquin and march all the way to Lordaeron for support. You should also follow them."

Welles' eyes became a little deep: "No matter what the outcome of the Battle of Lordaeron is, this war that has lasted for several years may not end so easily."

"The orcs are not scary, but the remote control people hiding behind them are more worthy of vigilance."