Sareanna's unruly and ostentatious character stands out among the generally arrogant and restrained high elves.

To this day, Sarean still remembers the teachings of a certain senior.

"Sareyan, you have to remember that people are different."

"We cannot satisfy everyone's expectations. According to the personality you show, if someone likes it, then someone will naturally hate it."

"Don't change your nature to cater to the general environment. Your life is to live for yourself and boldly show your true side."

"Don't worry, as long as it's not a big deal that breaks the sky, my sister will do her best to help you clean up your tail."

It was precisely because of the promise made by the same rebellious sister that Sarean completely let go and made a huge reputation in the south of Yongge Forest.

...Of course, these reputations are not all positive.

As he got up and returned to his floor, Sarean began to search for his luggage.

A moment later, he took out a short knife wrapped in an animal skin sheath from his bag.

This is the souvenir gift given to him by the sister who had given up her bold words and led her team to leave Quel'thalas on the day she led her team to leave Quel'thalas.

The short knife was made by herself. From the scabbard, the blade body to the hilt, the magic spring lynx taken from Yongge Forest, she made a total of two.

One of them was given to her brother, and the other was given to Sarean.

"Sher~"

Since the blade is not metal, it is made of polished with magical bobcat fangs, the movement caused by being unsheathed is very small.

Under the puzzled gaze of a large number of people from other worlds, Sarean turned the blade back and began to use this meaningful short knife... to shave.

“???”

"It's a waste of time to explain the feelings like this. I thought you would stage a touching scene of seeing things and thinking about people, but I didn't expect..."

"This is not the point, okay, I seem to guess who the sister who is naturally rebellious is."

"According to this, I have some ideas, too."

"Get out of Azeroth, I'll announce the answer! Aurelia Windrunner."

Sarean's movement of dancing the knife paused slightly.

‘These people…really know Azeroth people and things.’

‘Isn’t everyone really a prophet who can predict the future, right?’

After a period of attempts, Sarean roughly figured out how to use the live broadcast system connecting the two worlds.

He does not need to communicate with barrage through words, but as long as he has ideas in his heart, he can convey them naturally.

The previous memory was presented to the person in another world who sent the barrage in the form of a narration.

Conversely, if Sarean doesn't want the barrage to see, he can also actively block the screen and will not be stared at by thousands of pairs of eyes when solving personal hygiene problems.

Shaving with a sharp short knife is a technical job, and if you are not careful, you will leave wounds on your face.

Sarean, who was fully focused, did not notice that as the beard on his face fell off, the originally serious atmosphere of the barrage gradually changed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Handsome elf giegie! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"What the hell? The atmosphere suddenly started to be wrong."

"The fan circle is coming?"

Shaving off the savagely growing messy beard, Sarean's appearance finally appeared in front of everyone.

High elves have unique advantages in appearance. The average appearance of the entire clan is far above the mainstream race of humans in the Eastern Kingdom, let alone dwarfs and dwarfs with short bodies.

In some sour comments of Azeroth, the high elf men have a feminine appearance and lack masculinity.

This is a fact.

Because of his overly handsome appearance and self-proclaimed elegant style, most high elf men despise rough muscles and always maintain a well-proportioned figure.

Quel's Thalas rarely has a body that can easily attract the crowing of chickens of the opposite sex.

Unfortunately, Sarean is one of them.

Sarean is not a ranger who relies on flexible maneuvers to ensure survival, nor is he a mage who can resist damage with a magic shield and can flash and dodge everywhere.

As a warrior who charges and absorbs damage, it is not possible to not have a good body.

Since childhood, he was taught by famous teachers, Sarean never relaxed in strength training, and wearing heavy armor can ensure sufficient mobility.

Considering the complex terrain and environment of Yongge Forest, wearing heavy plate armor to move through the forest is basically a living target.

In the compromise, Sarean adopted the advice of his mentor and chose a mail that takes into account both defense and flexibility.

Due to his own personality, Sarean has also handsome facial features, but his temperament is a bit tougher than that of ordinary male elf.

After taking off his armor, his thin shirt could not cover his beautiful muscles. His high appearance and good figure were multiplied together, which attracted a lot of yelling from women in another world.

Sarean: "?"

Putting down the knife that completed the shaving mission, Sarean touched his smooth chin with some discomfort.

"You guys have never seen a good-looking man?"

The barrage is another big explosion that can be seen by the naked eye. This time the main force of the voice is women... probably.

The content... is a bit undesirable.

Just as Sarean tried to learn more about Azeroth's future through interaction with the barrage, the Night Ranger on the second floor of the camp suddenly let out a low voice.

"There is a situation!"

Sarean's eyes, which were originally calm, suddenly became sharper. The stinging gaze affected the people watching in another world, and the number of barrage suddenly became scarce.

"Wow!"

With the quickest speed, Sarean lifted the two-handed sword placed on the weapon stand and strode towards Hadurun, who had been awakened.

As a senior ranger, Hadurun is very agile.

After pedaling twice on the exterior wall of the camp, he easily jumped to the second floor. Under the guidance of the night-time man, he opened his hawk's eyes and looked into the distance.

Hawkeye is an important reconnaissance skill that every ranger will definitely master.

Sarean has not specialized in ranger skills, and only a level 5 ranger level is proof of it.

But Hawkeye, a detective technique that can be used in all professions, will never lose money if you learn it.

During the war, the fighters in the Flying Camp all slept lightly, and a little squirming woke everyone up.

After a few minutes of commotion, the combatants of various troops of the Traveler were ready to fight.

Sarean is not as slutty as Hadurun. He came to the second floor through the spiral staircase.

"Hawkeye, open."

A slight swelling and pain in his eyes, Sarean's vision was greatly enhanced, and he could capture strange things that ordinary people could not find in the quiet forest at night.

Someone must have passed by under the shaking leaves, but after careful observation, no more details can be seen.

"Trolls, it's really started to act."

Hadurun had a serious expression and winked at his adjutant. The other party immediately jumped downstairs and began to organize defense.

Like high elves, forest trolls are good at fighting in the forest, and they are very skilled in similar hidden methods in the forest.

Hadurun waited anxiously. Seeing that the adjutant had finished preparing to clean up, he immediately let go of his voice and shouted loudly.

"Flags, launch!"

"Swish~"

More than a dozen bright fireworks were shot into the air by the rangers, and the Amani trolls sneaking in the forest finally had nowhere to hide.

"attack!"

The troll shield guard who rushed out of the forest first was exposed to the gaze of the high elves.

Without Hadurun's intentional order, the rangers have replaced the rockets specifically targeted at the wooden shield, and one volley shot stopped the charge of the troll pioneers.

“What’s wrong.”

While pulling the bow and shooting arrows, Hadurun took out part of his energy to observe the movements of the trolls.

"The number is too small, at least 60% less than the daytime reduction. They shouldn't have that many wounded people, right?"

Sarean, who was about to jump down to join the battle, had a look of expression when he heard this, and suddenly he thought of the development of the situation in the Battle of Quel'thalas mentioned in the barrage.
Chapter completed!