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The journey was smoother than Sylvanas thought. When she flew over the canyon in the snowy mountains of Ultratown, she was worried that she would be attacked by the frost wolf orcs stationed there, but fortunately, a group of thunder spear dwarfs helped her divert the tribe's sight. Her eagle-horned beast could approach her destination along the fastest sailing route.

"Finally arrived." Sylvanas had a smile on her face. After seeing Fenris Island in the Silver Pine Forest, she urged her mount to change direction and avoid the lake. Fenris Island is an outpost for the Forgotten. Sylvanas's purpose is to contact the Forgotten, but she would not choose people she did not believe in.

The person she is looking for is Shadow Tooth Castle.

The eagle-horned beast galloped across the sky. She reached out to find her pocket again and confirmed that the two letters inside were intact. For safety reasons, she buckled her pocket tighter.

When there was still a forest of woods from the castle on Burn Mumura, Sylvanas tightened the reins and let the corner of the eagle-horned beast be on the ground. Next, she had to move forward alone. Many adventurers came to the Silver Pine Forest to explore the secrets of Shadow Tooth Castle, but none of them had a way or no return. There were dangers hidden in the woods that outsiders didn't know. As a ranger, she knew the fatality of bows and arrows more than anyone else.

"Stay here and wait for me to come back." Sylvanas patted the eagle-horned beast on the forehead. The tamed beast let out a sharp sound in response. The Ranger General smiled and turned around and walked into the woods.

The woods are filled with a verdant atmosphere, and every inch of vines, nests and pond duckweed exudes this atmosphere, which is blended with low chirping sounds, birds and frogs.

These things, in short, provide good cover for those people.

She noticed movement at the high and protruding roots under the tree ahead. If it were the rangers of Quel'thalas, they would have cleverly covered themselves with mud, quietly waiting for the prey to approach, falling down in the dense bushes and soil and almost disappeared.

"Everything comes out, I'll see you." Sylvanas put his finger in his mouth and whistled, signaling that the dark rangers of Shadow Teeth Castle had noticed them. They stood up one by one, and the leader stood among them and walked slowly over.

She didn't know the person in the lead, but she believed that all these people knew who she was.

Although they were no longer living people, the group of dark rangers still retained the thrilling style of their lives. They surrounded the female elves as fast as possible. Sylvanas felt that there were still some people who did not show up, which meant they were hiding in the dark and aimed their bows and arrows at her.

"Hello, General Ranger." said the Dark Ranger. She is a woman. Her face is not only a bit dry but not damaged, but also makes people imagine her appearance during her lifetime.

"Hello, soldier." Sylvanas nodded and responded. "I'm very grateful that you didn't attack me directly."

"That's because your horned eagle didn't cross the boundary, otherwise it would be difficult for us to control our bows and arrows." The dark ranger gave Sylvanas a strange smile, as if she was imagining the scene of the female elf being shot down. "I am the dark ranger Liana. Now, please exit this woods, Sylvanas Wind Walker. This is the territory of the Forgotten."

"I will still leave after I finish my own business." Sylvanas replied briefly, Liana's expression was full of vigilance and doubt, as if waiting for her explanation.

"There are many living people who are not afraid of death who have entered here. They all want to get something, but in the end they only get death. This is the last warning, Sylvanas, leaving here, in view of the love between us who were all Quel'thalas's rangers."

The female elf interrupted her impatiently. "I have two letters to hand over to your commander Veronala."

"Do you know Veronara?" Liana was a little surprised. She raised her hand and asked the rangers who were on guard against Sylvanas to put down their weapons. "Is it the Alliance's letter?"

"No. One is my letter, and another... belongs to someone else," Sylvanas said, adding: "The letter to Veronara is a green seal, and as for mine... she will know who to give it." She took out the envelope from her pocket and signaled Liana to step forward.

The silver-haired ranger held the sword in one hand and slowly approached her, taking the letter without saying a word. There was no smile, no more questions, and carefully checked whether there was poison on the letter. When Liana looked at Sylvanas, the female elf was as expressionless as other dark rangers.

"I'll make sure it's handed to Commander Dark Ranger. Now, you can leave."

"I was very worried about your actions just now. I asked these two letters to be handed to Veronala intact."

"Our tolerance has exceeded the limits we should have," Liana said in anger. "You are not qualified to ask for more."

Sylvanas may be weak, but she was very quick and very bold. She was already ready. When Liana pointed at her with her finger, she grabbed the Dark Ranger's arm and held her sword-holding hand. The other Rangers pointed the arrows at the female elf, but Sylvanas didn't care about their movements.

"This is not a requirement, Liana. You have to listen to me. This is a big deal. Only Veronara can read what is written on it, and you also have to make sure that they will not be seen by Belmont's spies. As a Ranger, I think it should be clear when you are still alive."

"You are no longer my Ranger General." Liana replied coldly, and the smile outlined on her lips made Sylvanas's heart tighten. These Rangers were also her soldiers, and they died in the war against Alsace, and they were not at peace after their death. Sylvanas had always felt guilty about them.

The female elf took a deep breath and whispered: "Please."

A trace of surprise flashed across Liana's face, and she was stunned for a moment. Sylvanas was once a senior commander of the Ranger in Silver Moon City. Her arrogant personality made her a serious presence in the minds of the soldiers. The two words she said just now should not be in her dictionary.

"Answer me a question, I will consider your request."

"You ask."

Liana glanced at the letter in her hand, "Why avoid Belmont's sight? Is it a conspiracy to write on it?"

"I swear in my own name that the above content will never harm the Forgotten."

The Dark Female Ranger nodded, and after Sylvanas brought her, he promised: "I will make sure it was delivered to Veronala intact. You can rest assured."

"Thank you," Sylvanas said in his native language.

A hopeful light flashed in the eyes of the dark ranger, and it was extinguished in an instant. Everything in the past was gradually drifting away from those who were neither alive nor dead. All memories were no longer bright and beautiful, but they had to at least maintain their last dignity. Liana did not respond to Sylvanas's words. She waved her hand, and the surrounding rangers formed a "V"-shaped team to start returning to the woods.

"I will wait for Veronara's reply in Theramore," said Sylvanas.

Liana glanced at the female elf and couldn't help but raise a brow. Then she turned around and walked into the woodland and disappeared from the Ranger General's vision.

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"Retreat is not shameful!" Veronara is training a group of promoted rangers. "Retreat can prevent all losses." The rangers listened carefully. In fact, this sentence is Nathanos' point of view. In many battles, the Withered Ones will not choose to fight head-on with the enemy.

A ranger raised his hand. Veronara nodded at him, signaling that he could ask questions.

“What is the difference between escaping and retreating?”

This is a subtle question and is worthy of appreciation. Veronara explained: "First of all, you must distinguish the difference between retreat and escape. Escape is a despised act and a concrete manifestation of your inner fear. Retreat is a tactic, it is the need to win, and it is the best choice for the battle to continue without any need."

“How do we determine if we should retreat?”

"It depends on your mission." The commander of the Dark Ranger was paced back and forth in front of the trained Rangers team. "First, you must be clear about the specific goal of each mission, and then consider whether the battles during the operation will help you complete the mission. If there is no help, then the battle is meaningless, and you must choose to retreat at this time. Second, the basic principle of the mission is concealment, but no matter how perfect the plan is, accidents often occur, and accidents often cause unnecessary trouble. If you cannot solve the trouble with the most neat means, you must retreat without leaving any trace." Veronara said, and saw a ranger walking over from the corner of her eyes. The ranger did not approach, but stood in a distance and told her that there was an important situation report.

What else did you send? Veronara thought to herself, and she said to the soldiers: "I'll be here today, you can disband first."

The members of the Rangers team left one by one, and after the footsteps disappeared, she waved to let the person come over. "Is there anything wrong, Liana?"

The dark ranger looked around and the dark tunnel of Maraton seemed to be less secure. "I came through the portal of Shadow Tooth Castle, do you know what this means?"

The Dark Ranger Commander crossed his arms with his chest, of course she knew. There is a provision in the Forgotten Law that any teleportation between territories must be recorded to prevent spies from intruding, and the records will eventually be sent to Belmont. Lianna's words were reminding Veronara that the information she was going to report could not be known by the leader of the Dark Blade.

"Come with me," she said, bringing Liana to her unique room. Every Forgotten person has his own private space to stay, although most people prefer to spend their time in endless work.

Close the door, Veronara activates the shielding spell in the room. "Now it can be said."

"There are two letters sent by Sylvanas, one of which is for you." Liana took out the letter and handed it to Veronara.

Commander Dark Ranger let out a short and sharp laugh. "It's really unexpected."

"It seems that's true, and I have no idea that she actually knows you."

Veronara seemed to have not heard this, and directly crushed the wax seal and began to read the letter.

To Veronara, former Captain of Silver Moon City Ranger,

I can't even believe you're still alive, in another way. But I finally feel that I have the responsibility to contact you. If you read this letter, I believe that there is a possibility of this responsibility being accomplished.

With the deepest concern, I heard from my sister Sylvanas about the encounter of the Forsaken, you, the Dark Ranger, and my husband Nathanos.

I will talk about the subject directly. When Nathanos escaped from the control of the Lich King, he thought of returning to me, but he was rejected. At that time, I was still suffocated by the horrific crimes committed by Alsace against Quelthalas, and could not understand what was different from the undead of the Scourge. His experience must have shocked other resurrected heroes of Quelthalas, making the forsaken despair, who originally wanted to get the mercy and recognition of his fellow countrymen.

I am extremely sorry for this.

I was deeply shocked when Nathanos announced that he had not been buried in dust, especially when I heard Sylvanas mention that he had been committed to taking in and gathering the dead souls in trouble for so many years. His original intention was not to revenge, but to create an environment for these cursed people to survive. It is hard for me to believe that this is true, but it is true, which also confirms that my previous thoughts were wrong. I am sorry for him and your misunderstandings.

Now, I hope the misunderstanding can be eliminated. Veronara, you were engaged to your fiancé before your lifetime, and Arthas will bring destruction and despair to you, and separate you from your lover forever, and we are all the same. If we can let go of prejudices and cooperate with each other, maybe we can get the forced separation together again.

You are more lucky than me. Over the past few years, I can't imagine how much change Nathanos has changed, but Sylvanas told me that you are still the same as before when you were alive. I have inquired, your fiancé has not looked for a new partner. He served on Queldanas Island, hoping that the Well of the Sun could relieve the pain of losing his lover. But all wounds are not enough to reduce pain, and only heal can heal.

I suggest you reunite and soothe your tragic past. Please do not misunderstand this proposal as a kind of alms, which is something that should have been done long ago. This is true for you and for Nathanos.

Aurelia Windrunner, Regent of Quel'thalas

Veronala raised her head tremblingly and her eyes closed. She had already lost her breath, but she felt her chest was rising and falling.

While she was reading the letter, Liana also browsed the text above and was also shocked by it.

"It's like a trap, but it's incredible," Liana said, shaking her head. "The letter to me was Sylvanas. She was from the alliance, and another letter was written by her, saying that you know who to hand it over to."

Veronara nodded hard, an emotion that had long been buried deep in her soul was breaking through the blockade of her heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's a letter to Nathanos."

"But the master has disappeared long ago."

"Even if he is there, he can't give it to him immediately." Veronara opened her eyes, "It's not the time."

"What are you going to do?" Liana looked at her worriedly.

"I...I don't know either, but I may have made a decision, what else did Ms. Sylvanas say?"

"She said she would wait for your reply in Theramore. But Theramore is the territory of the Union."
Chapter completed!