Kelthas didn't know how he stepped out of the palace.

He felt that a certain belief was collapsing in his heart.

Is this the belief that I have firmly believed in for thousands of years?

Is it not to pursue the ultimate of magic, but simply to be nostalgic for power and worship of power?

So what if Sylvanas one day reaches her sister's status?

There are so many high positions in the kingdom, like a transparent pyramid, you can see the top at a glance from the bottom, but unless it is an elf wizard with noble bloodlines, you will never be able to reach the top at all.

The so-called promotion is nothing more than a seemingly beautiful dirty lie.

Looking up at the sky, Kelthas sighed. He suddenly realized that he envied humans, and the person he particularly envied was Duke.

Because Duke, only Duke, with the capital of a civilian, with his own ability and wisdom, has reached the highest position in the alliance step by step.

But he, Kelthas, had the status of a prince, but could only do nothing like a puppet under the control of his father and under the constraints of the Silver Moon Council.

A seemingly noble identity is actually useless.

High elves are extremely long-lived. Although the father has entered the end of his life, who knows how long he can live? As long as the father is still alive, he, as the crown prince, is just the unfulfilled illusory promise in the power field.

"Duke, I really envy you!" Kelthas sighed to the sky again.

On the other side, at the southernmost front of Yongge Forest, Sylvanas fell into confusion.

In the eyes of the two ranger generals, Lothema Theron and Hadurun Mingyi, the return of Sylvanas is extremely outstanding.

Under her command, the elves worked hard to do fortifications. This was a method that even the old ranger who had lived for thousands of years had never seen.

In the wasteland south of Yongge Forest, clear out a large area where even grass is pulled out, which is called a fire belt. It can facilitate fire attacks further south.

Sylvanas only planted a flag on the hills, and decided where to set fire based on the direction of the wind, and where the fire would affect it.

At the source of the river slightly north, a large number of giant ceramic jars are placed, which store huge amounts of holy water. If the Scourge Legion crosses the river, then as long as a few guards smash the jars, they can also bring great fun to those bones.

In the forest, Sylvanas began to make a simple hollow brick. As long as you stay in this bunker made of five layers of hollow bricks, even the ice arrow of Morning Star Mage could not shoot through this bunker.

If holy water is sprinkled temporarily, according to the wizards' estimates, they can even withstand the shadow arrows of the Morning Star Warlock.

All Sylvanas's actions seemed like a miracle in the eyes of the elves.

She received a lot of praise. She had been away for ten years and was still half a traitor. However, she was loved by the almost fanatical of the rangers, and even surpassed their direct commanders, Rothema and Hadurun.

However, she knew very well that these seemingly simple but very effective small means had nothing to do with her.

What she taught to the elves today were all small inventions and small creations left by Duke back then!

She didn't know how Duke's head grew. Originally, in the secular concept, the only one who could fight against the mystery was the mystery. But Duke used such simple and even primitive means to smooth the gap between ordinary mortals and mysterious people to the greatest extent.

What made Sylvanas even more shocked was that on the surface these methods were to guard against orcs, but from all clues, it can be inferred that Duke... It seemed that when the war with the tribe ended thirteen years ago, he expected the invasion of the Scourge.

Looking southward, the rangers' reports said that the humans there were still actively organizing resistance. New human reinforcements have arrived across the sea, and they are quickly building a continuous line of defense.

Logically speaking, even if the Scourge hit Quel'thalas, it would not be a matter of this or two months. The High Elves still have enough time to prepare for the battle.

However, Sylvanas's mouth was full of bitterness.

"I won't admit defeat!"

"I want to surpass my sister!"

"I want to break away from Duke's protection and do something."

"But...what am I doing now?"

After being away for more than ten years, although Fengxingzhe's influence is still there, after all, becoming a nobleman and leaving the kingdom is almost treason. When she returned to the forest where she was familiar and fond of, she saw the suspicion and distrust in the eyes of the rangers.

She couldn't let them go.

For more than ten years, this has been almost a generation for humans.

But for the elves that have not changed for thousands of years, it feels like taking a relatively long nap.

Stubborn, self-enclosed.

Sylvanas was shocked to find that most of the rangers were still ready to use wooden arrows to deal with the undead people of the Scourge.

What international jokes are you making?

What if you shoot a wooden arrow or something, even if you hit the zombie's head?

As long as the lich or undead mage who controls the low-level undead is still there, the zombies will still charge for you with a hundred arrows inserted into them.

In order to save his hometown, Sylvanas secretly went to the front line of the Nanhai City-State before coming.

Physical damage is meaningless to the undead!

She tried to convince the rangers, but there was no effect at all. In desperation, she took out the means that Professor Duke came down...

Use the Holy Light Arrow to snipe the enemy's head.

Fire attack and water attack.

The three-dimensional defense line consists of a shooting tower hanging on the trees and a bunker on the ground, with cross firepower.

These novel terms and these new combat concepts all come from Duke.

It is clear that the defense line of Yongge Forest is firmer day by day, and the chances of defending her hometown are increasing day by day. She should be ecstatic. The stronger the defense line, the more obvious the feeling of loss in her heart.

Because all these achievements have nothing to do with her, she just stood on the shoulders of the giant Duke Marcus, wantonly plagiarizing and squandering the war wisdom from Duke.

There is no harm without comparison.

Having seen the prosperity of the Elvin Forest and the economic and technological development that was almost a thousand miles a day in the Storm Kingdom, Sylvanas felt that it would not be too long for the High Elves to make reforms and be eliminated by generations and the world.

But what did she see?

A decay, a kingdom that will never change!

Although she was once proud of it, if she thought about it carefully and looked carefully, she would be shocked to find that the surnames located at the top of the kingdom had not changed since the founding of the country.

I once swore thirteen years ago that if I wanted to find a partner, I would find a male hero who would not lose to my sister and third sister, and a true hero who was far superior to Duke.

Unfortunately, looking back at the entire High Elf Kingdom and looking at the so-called noble people whose nostrils are facing the sky but do not do practical things, Sylvanas just wants to vomit.

right!

Still the same sentence!

Without comparison, there is no harm!
Chapter completed!