The distractions of the day came to an end with the appearance of Elune as night fell.

Tonatiu held a letter made of unknown seaweed.

If a polymath is here, they will recognize this seaweed-like paper, which is mainly popular in the deep sea—in fact, the Nagas who are collectively feared by the intelligent creatures on land, and the paper they like to use.

The Naga beg for a living in the sea, and the Naga are a very intelligent and intelligent people, even if they are very cruel.

Very intelligent, quite numerous, with its own language and ethnicity.

In this way, there is a natural need for communication, and communication is needed, and paper is needed.

The upper naga is not mentioned, and the paper on the land is naturally not suitable for the use of naga in the ocean.

So a special kind of paper made of seaweed, which is not afraid of water, and can write in seawater, appeared.

It was this piece of seaweed paper that looked like a round piece of seaweed in Tonatyiu's hand.

Well, it's actually a seaweed leaf. It was processed into something like paper by Naga using a special technique.

On the seagrass paper in his hand, lines of troll writing were written in blue paint—the other party seemed to be afraid that he would not be able to read them, and the words were very large.

The God-King looked up at Elune in the sky, hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the barracks.

The seagrass was delivered by a bird who dropped the letter on Tonatiu's head and it fell to the ground motionless.

Tonatiu examines the bird's corpse and discovers that it is long dead, then controlled by a magical force and flies to find him.

With this letter written on seagrass paper.

With this seaweed letter in his hand, the God King walked through the barracks with a blank face.

The expeditionary force camped in advance at a certain distance from the orc base camp, which could ensure that the expeditionary force could assault the orc base camp in one day.

The expeditionary force will rest here tonight, for tomorrow night could be a fierce battle.

It was quiet in the barracks.

Only a handful of trolls and a lot of Kadores are active, and they are the guards of the expeditionary force who are on duty.

Kadore was accustomed to moving at night, although they were not hindered during the day.

At this time, the Cadore tribe still enjoyed the blessings of the World Tree, almost immortal, not sick, and incredibly strong.

Even an ordinary Kadore soldier is immune to fatigue, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep for a few days and nights.

The Delaney are almost immortal, but they still need some rest.

In terms of combat effectiveness alone, Kadore and trolls of the same level are actually about the same. But in terms of longevity and the ability to resist disease, cold and heat, Cadore, who enjoys the blessings of the World Tree, can hang all non-Draenei flesh and blood populations to fight.

Machines and elemental creatures cannot be compared, and some of them don't even have feelings, let alone get sick.

In Tonatyiu's understanding, this is why the Kadores are still lying on the credit book for saving Ai-chan, enjoying Ai-chan's care.

Therefore, such a Kadore army is most suitable for standing guard and guarding against night attacks when the expeditionary force is resting.

An army with Kadore as an ally basically doesn't have to worry about the enemy's night attack.

Because they couldn't sleep at night at all, one by one it was as if they had drunk dozens of bottles of Red Bull.

And if you don't sleep during the day, you can still be in good spirits the next night......

The race favored by the world is so cool in the native world.

Therefore, during this period of marching, the Cadore rushed to the front, and when they rested at night, the Cadores were still on guard everywhere.

The Kadore Expeditionary Force, with a population of more than 4,000, has done a job that requires the cooperation of one or two thousand elite trolls.

At midnight, Tonatiu walked through the barracks. Most of them were Kadore, and they greeted him, and the god-king politely returned the favor.

Most of Kadore believed that the God-King was a demigod, and this kind of existence, coupled with the "high wind and bright festival" he had always performed, would naturally be respected by them.

So when His Majesty the God King smuggled into the tent of their Sentinel General, Serra, the captain of the personal guard of His Excellency Santis Hazuki, did not stop him.

After a while, Serra reacted and wondered—"It's so late." This majesty doesn't go to sleep, what is he doing in General Hazuki's tent? He doesn't need to sleep like us? It's so late and you still come to the general to discuss military discussions? ”

No one answered her.

General Hazuki's prestige also made Serra embarrassed to discuss this issue with the rest of the guards.

In the tent.

For the arrival of the Troll King, the pretty and heroic General Cadore Sentinel showed obvious panic on his face at first, and then his face turned a little black - don't get me wrong, with their violet complexion, their dark face means that they are congested!

To put it simply, the pink-skinned races of humans and High Elves are generally red when their faces are hot.

The Cadores' faces are hot, similar to the blush of humans, characterized by blackening.

Her Excellency Hazuki saw that the God King's face turned dark, and it was her face that heated up when she saw him.

She then quickly calmed down.

He began to be expressionless again.

This was the expression she gave to Tonatiu for the most part after last night's events - expressionless and expressionless.

"Is there something wrong?" The Sentinel General asked lightly.

Tonatiu noticed that instead of wearing the conservative, full-body violet-colored armor, Tonatiu was wearing a loose moon-white robe.

The loose robe was not cinched, and under her elegant neck, the towering fierce part left the robe empty.

Such a sentinel general has a homely smell, and he doesn't have the appearance of being sharp in the daytime.

The God-King swallowed.

Santis noticed his action, and her cheeks "darkened" again, and her pretty face avoided his gaze.

"Please tell us. Otherwise, please leave the tent and make the other Cadore feel bad. When she said the back, her voice became extremely low, and even trembled:

"As for ...... It's something else. I、We can go to the wilderness and say......"

Tonatiu swallowed again.

He didn't reply to Santis's words, but handed over the seagrass paper he was carrying.

"I think I should show you this first......" The God-King's gaze circled the lower half of her body, which was hidden by the moon-white robes, the scenery he had admired more than a year ago.

But playing with the scenery there with your own hands was only last night.

Now the God King wants to see the scenery under the Sentinel General Moon's white robes again.

But before we do that, let's get down to business.

Santis, who had taken the seagrass paper, seemed relieved as she looked at the troll writing on it.

Upon reading the words on it, the Sentinel General's eyes widened with her beautiful ethereal eyes.

"She told you about this?!" Santis turned her face to the God-King, staring at him with beautiful eyes, and said incredulously.

The God-King shrugged.

"I can't guess. I'll be the first to come to you. He replied.

"Do you think that's true?" Santis asked, staring at him with a playful expression.

"I don't know. That's why I came to you. But if it's true, it could be bad. Tonatiu said.

After saying that, the God King emphasized again: "Anyway, I think it's always right to come to you first." ”

He repeatedly emphasized that he would come to her "as soon as possible", but it was just a small language, but it made the sentry general feel a little happy.

"Don't worry. Elune already knew everything! Santis retracted that expression, confident and proud. Everything is under control. Whether this letter is true or not, it will not have much impact on the results! ”

If the letter was true, Tonatiu didn't know where her confidence came from.

"Who gave you such confidence? If what the letter says is true......" the God King couldn't help but say.

Shantis interrupted him rarely, she had almost never done this in the past, she used to respect him very much, and always let him finish his sentence.

"It's Elune." She said so.

Seeing that she looked confident and uncaring, and couldn't think of a solution to what was said in the letter, Tonatiu had to believe her.

Santis called him back the letter written on seagrass paper, and she turned to the open floor of the tent, also with a moon-white quilt and mattress.

The members of the Elune Sorority have always admired the white and silver colors of the moon.

Even Cadore's tent is also of these two colors, but these two colors are very conspicuous when camping in the wild at night, and the moonlight will reflect them very obviously.

The elves don't care, they like these two colors, they love to use them.

"Her letter back to you. You're good to go. She lay back on her bed, and put the quilt around her neck, revealing only a pretty one outside.

"I need to take a break. There will be a fierce battle tomorrow night. ”

Rub!

The seagrass paper was crumpled into a ball by Tornatiu and thrown haphazardly on the ground.

He walked over.

"There is no need for tomorrow night. There's going to be a fierce battle tonight. ”

Shantis's eyes widened.

"Hmm...... How can you ...... Over here...... Absolutely not...... Uh-huh......"

The moonlight is like silver.

Outside the tent.

When Elune began to lean westward.

Serra, the captain of the Sentinel General's personal guard, awoke suddenly.

"Hey, the Troll King has been in for a long time. He hasn't come out yet? Or is it already out? I'm gone but I didn't find it? The captain of the guard was shocked.

The general's tent was quiet, and there was not a hint of anything unusual. It's just that the moonlight shining on it seems to be much brighter than the tent next to it.

This made Sierra very envious.

"Elune really loves the general." She thought to herself.

This envy lasted until Elune disappeared and the sun began to appear in the east.

She saw the Troll King disheveled and refreshed himself as he stepped out of the General's tent.

Serra's inner envy turned into a great curiosity and a flame of emotion called gossip.

"The Troll King spent the night in the General's tent!!!"

The protagonist tells Santis about this, but Santis doesn't care, telling the protagonist to calm down and not to panic - Elune has a will, and when the protagonist asks her, she just won't say.

The main character is a big waiter - small theater: GHS.

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