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"She's gone, Sefiel, why don't you follow?" Larik said. His eyes were in the direction where Sylvanas disappeared.

"Yes, it's already the seventh time." Sefiel's voice sounded a little tired. She sighed, calculating in her mind how much time there is to be used in the fragments of time. In addition to the defect that this spell cannot be used all the time, it cannot allow the time course to exceed the starting point of the regression. In other words, the time node when Sylvanas leaves the hotel cannot be changed. Sefiel can have many conversations with the female ranger, but the time is limited.

This really hurt her mind, because no matter how many times she started again, the ranger was more vigilant than ordinary people and was always wary of her, and she couldn't turn the topic to the history of Alsace's invasion of Quel'thalas.

Sefiel wondered what happened at that time. The Bronze Dragon Legion also sent people to travel through time and flow back to the past, but in the end all the investigators died. Now, only by asking those who had experienced that war in person can we get some insight.

"My time is limited," Sefiel said.

"Aren't you a guardian of time?" Larik said carelessly, but attracted Sefiel's glare.

"I should have told you that you just remember my identity, don't say it."

"Hug...sorry, this wine tastes good."

The reckless guy Sefiel cursed in her heart, and she looked at her reflection in the drink. So what about the Guardian of Time? You can't do whatever you want, and you have to risk your life assassinated by the Eternal Dragon.

"It seems that we must find the next witness of history." Sefire thought of Aurelia Wind Walker, the elf that should have disappeared was still there, and she became the Regent. It was not easy to get close to her.

"Sefel, I don't know what you're investigating yet."

"What does that matter? Even if you know, you will forget it immediately."

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It was already deep in the night. When Sylvanas jumped from the lifting platform in an elegant posture on the astrologer's platform, it was almost dawn. The air was humid and a little cold, and the singing of birds could not be heard in the forest, only the sounds of nocturnal animals were almost ghostly.

"You mean, the Flame Blade Legion?" The voice of speech came from the building high above the platform, calm and calm, but completely overwhelmed the voices of others. When Sylvanas walked in, no one stopped him. When she approached the person who made the sound, the other party was discussing something with a group of elves.

At the center of the debate, the Prophet Worethal had white hair, wise and kind eyes and a neatly trimmed beard.

Sylvanas felt an inappropriate nostalgia here. Many years ago, she had discussed with her Rangers how to deal with the trolls. Now, in front of her is another temporary command post for war. Several tables were put together, covered with maps, letters and ink bottles. Sylvanas noticed that some goblets were pressing against the corners of the documents, and couldn't help but smile.

"Kelthas will never let his most powerful soldiers leave him half a step away," Vorethal continued. He was obviously trying to keep his peace, while his eyes were carefully scrutinizing every astrologist elves he could trust.

An elf with dark black hair and green eyes shook his head. "We can feint the attack on Sunfury Castle and Storm Spire, sir. These two places protect several mana furnaces that Kelthas draws magic. He will definitely send reinforcements to support him."

"The Aldo's group of people made similar suggestions to Adal, which have been rejected by the great wizard Kadega." Another elf with an extremely serious expression emphasized.

"I also heard more than a dozen similar strategies," said the third elf.

"This doesn't work at all. Kelthas is not a fool." The fourth elf echoed.

"Then just attack." The first elf who spoke seemed a little angry, "only more troops and siege equipment are needed."

When Volethal saw Sylvanas, the wrinkles between his eyebrows immediately became deeper. "You!" he shouted, "Who are you?" He was sure that he knew everyone present, and it would be strange if there was a strange face.

The others immediately became nervous, and after seeing that Sylvanas was not Odor Delaney, they relaxed a little.

"What an honor," said Sylvanas, eyes under the hood looking at Volethal.

"How is this possible?" Voletar couldn't help but feel shocked. He recognized who the person was, but the other party introduced it first.

"I'm glad to see you, Prophet." The elf pulled down his hood, "I'm Sylvanas."

There was a lot of discussion around for a while.

"I am here to bring condolences from Danas Thorbain, commander of the Expeditionary Force of Fort Glory, and want to know you about Prince Kelthas."

Voletar had never dealt with the distinguished guest in front of him, and it was difficult for him to recover from the identity of a female elf for a while. "Silvanas Wind Walker? What a great honor."

"Thank you." The female ranger replied with a smile. She didn't want to say anything more about the last name, and it was troublesome to explain. She just said: "My sudden visit is abrupt, but my mission is about the future of the people of Quel'thalas, so please tell me everything I want to know, Prophet."

Volethal nodded, and he was caught off guard by Sylvanas calling himself "Prophet". He was not so noble, especially in front of the Wind Walker. "This is too much to say. Our prince... has been affected, very badly."

Voletal moved uneasyly. Sylvanas suspected that he was talking about the collusion between Kelthas and the demon.

"I'm mentally prepared, Worethal, tell me, what exactly made Kelthus fall?"

"It's magic, ma'am," said Worethal. "In the outer realm, we don't have the clean magic crystals of Quel'thalas' native land." He shook his head sadly. "Prince Kelthas has been sucking magic that has been polluted by demons. We didn't pay attention at first, until one time I overheard his conversation with Kiljadan, the leader of the Burning Legion..."

Sylvanas raised his eyebrows. "What did you eavesdrop on?"

Worethal knew a little about the prince's plan, but he didn't like to say it. "It sounded like digging a grave. The prince mentioned the Sunwell and said he would use it to summon Kiljadan."

"No." Sylvanas said, "The Sunwell has been destroyed long ago, but Kelthas is the one who does it himself."

"Are you sure?" asked Voletal. His tone was more suspicious than he had.
Chapter completed!