In the slow-paced country of Quel'Thalas, Sharlayan is rarely seen as a man of swift action.

Lady Drehart originally planned to pay a small price to settle the matter according to the usual routine, but who knew that Salayan did not talk about martial arts and directly came down with a wave of authority.

Long Wei's deterrence frightened the old lady quite a bit. She was old and frail and even recalled the scene when her father taught her harshly.

The war of trolls ended 2,800 years ago. So far, only the long-lived Anasterian is still alive who personally participated in the war of trolls.

The Drehart title was spelled out by the old lady's father.

Unlike Lady Drehart who has never experienced war, the previous generation of her generation is really full of martial arts.

As the saying goes, heroes come out of troubled times.

Only when people are cornered will they struggle with all their might.

Quel'Thalas, which has been at peace for nearly 3,000 years, has long lost the spirit of fighting the whole country during the Troll War.

Although she has never been on the battlefield in person, Lady Drehart is also someone who has seen the world. She vaguely sees the demeanor of the golden generation of Quel'Thalas in Sharlayan.

After staying in place for a while, the old lady came back to her senses with a wry smile.

"Hey~ I'm old, I can't keep up with the times."

The elderly Lady Drehart bowed her head tremblingly and bowed her head to Sarlayan to apologize: "Earl Deep Shadow, please forgive the stupid old lady, I assure you in the name of the Drehart family, the Drehart family I will not be involved in anything like this again.”

Sarlayan was a little puzzled by the change in Lady Drehart's attitude, but he didn't delve into it further, and nodded with a flat expression.

"You'd better do what you say."

Watching Salayan lead the far-striders away, Lady Drehart raised her head and stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds above Eversong Forest with her cloudy eyes.

"Time makes heroes, Quel'Thalas is about to change again."

…

It has been more than 2,000 years since the honorable families have been granted noble titles due to their military exploits. Although the years of corruption have produced a lot of waste, there are still smart people who can see the situation clearly within the major families.

This time the temptation ended in failure under Salayan's strong counterattack, and the nobles once again saw the strong attitude of the Earl of Deep Shadow.

The warning has been released, Sharlayan will not forgive those who dare to provoke again and again.

Just like what he said, don't say it was unexpected.

If there are still people who want to pluck their beards in the future, Sharlayan will never save any face for them.

There are still many things that need to be busy, and Sharlayan does not plan to stay in the port of Zul'Aman for too long.

Following the retreat of Lordaeron's East Sea Fleet, the workers at the port cheered up their morale and resumed work under the urging of the newly appointed steward, Le Brown.

Before leaving, Sharlayan asked Lyras, Lor'themar and others for their opinions with a sad face, and planned to change the name of Zul'Aman Port to a more in line with the style of the high elves.

Sharlayan had long since despaired of his ability to name. Lylas and Lor'themar were not literati, and they scratched their heads for a long time and couldn't think of a suitable name.

The barrage provided a lot of alternatives, but most of the subtitles that were swiped all over the screen were taken as a joke, and on the contrary, those names that deserved careful consideration were overshadowed.

"Um... can I suggest a name?"

Nathanos, who had been following the team's actions in a low-key manner, suddenly raised his hand to speak, and Sharlayan smiled encouragingly at him: "Of course, we are here to ask for everyone's opinions, so let us speak freely."

The encounters in the ranger army in recent years had given Nathanos a habit of being cautious, and Sharlayan always felt that he was a little unconfident among a bunch of fellow high elves.

Nathanos scratched his head and whispered, "How about Salmara?"

"Salma LS Leian said it twice thoughtfully: "Is it the light of the sea in Salas? sounds good. "

Since there was no other suitable name, Sharlayan accepted Nathanos' suggestion kindly and asked Lor'themar to report the name of Salmara Port to Silvermoon City.

The Sun King and the cabinet are busy all day long, so there should be no objection to this trivial matter. The name of this border port has basically been decided.

On the way back, Sharlayan offered his advice to Nathanos, who had once again kept a low profile.

"Nathanos, you seem to be having a hard time in the ranger army, do you want to transfer to my territory to work?"

"what?"

Nathanos didn't expect Sharlayan to send out an invitation suddenly, and he was stunned for a while before asking in doubt: "Working in another place...is there any difference?"

"Of course there is."

Sharlayan smiled and explained: "You should have heard that Unicorn Town, as the territory closest to the border, has a large number of foreigners coming and going all the year round."

"Compared to those relatively closed villages and towns deep in the forest, there are basically no people in Unicorn Town who discriminate against foreigners who have been generating income for themselves for a long time."

Nathanos' eyes moved slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

Sharlayan could guess his concerns: "Don't worry, I won't poach people by force."

"I will first ask your mentor Cirvanas for permission on this matter. She will not refuse. When the time comes...it depends on your own thoughts."

…

Nathanos was born on a farm on the outskirts of Darrowshire.

The Maris family is not aristocratic, but at least they are rich peasants with a manor, and they have a lot of their own fields that can be cultivated.

According to the normal life trajectory, Nathanos should inherit the farm from his parents, and live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

But Nathanos has been restless since he was a child. He prefers hunting deep into the forest than farming the fields.

After gaining the support of his parents, Nathanos, who was determined to go further in the way of hunting, bid farewell to his family, and resolutely went north to Quel'Thalas to learn from a teacher.

Although he suffered a lot while studying abroad in Eversong Forest, Nathanos finally achieved his goal of learning art and cultivated a superb skill that is not inferior to the high elf ranger.

Under the pressure of the surroundings, Nathanos, who gritted his teeth and practiced hard, has a Ranger level of 42 before he is 30 years old, and his future is bright.

Alas, his efforts failed to earn the respect of most of his fellow high elves.

Even though Cirvanas made repeated orders, the rejection of Nathanos as a "heterogeneous" in the ranger army still did not stop, but they did not dare to blatantly bully Nathanos in front of Cirvanas .

After ten years of hard work under pressure, Nathanos felt that he was still standing still.

It is really commendable to be able to persist for a full ten years in this terrible environment.

It is precisely because of the cold eyes and ridicule of his colleagues that Nathanos, who is suffocating in his heart, is able to advance bravely and progress at an eye-catching speed.

Ten years passed, and Nathanos, who was approaching his thirties, was able to think about issues more rationally.

According to the original historical timetable provided by the barrage, he should bid farewell to Cirvanas within the next two years, and return to his own farm to live in seclusion ~lightnovelpub.net~ It will not appear in front of the world again until the outbreak of natural disasters and plagues .

Unfortunately, Nathanos, who worked so hard to protect his family from the natural disasters, was ultimately unable to do so.

Raised as an undead by Scourge psychics, he has a creepy new name - Blightcaller.

Sharlayan didn't want to let such a talented human ranger go by.

Lordaeron's official appointment and removal system is very similar to that of Quel'Thalas today. Without the recommendation of the nobles, it is impossible to be reused in the army.

Rather than sending Nathanos back to his hometown to farm, it is better to let him stay in Unicorn Town to shine, and he can use his human identity to avoid the surveillance of Lordaeron's intelligence department, and Baron Rivendell of Stratholme Whether there is mutual exchange.

Judging from the current situation, Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas will sooner or later pour out their anger on each other through war.

The Stratholme region directly borders Eversong Forest, and the Army of Lordaeron can only march from East Weald to Eversong Forest.

The trade between Stratholme and Quel'Thalas is very close. Out of his own interests, Baron Rivendell has always been very dissatisfied with Terenas' strategy of putting extreme pressure on Quel'Thalas.

"Prepare for a rainy day so that you can stay calm in the face of danger."

The words of Sharlayan were not spoken in Salas language, nor was it the common language of mankind. Nathanos was confused.

"What does it mean?"

Sharlayan, who came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just a sudden feeling, don't worry about it."

'Menethil...heh~ Let's see how far you can do it. '