Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Unlike the lively dryad and Leticia with the husky nature, Shandris, the sentinel general, is obviously more stable than them.

Having experienced the brutal battle of the ancients and the experience of living as a military leader for hundreds of years, Shandris grew far faster than Tyrande expected.

When she was just appointed as Sentinel General, Shandris was once ridiculed by the commanders of the border guards as a pussy relying on nepotism, but in the past 200 years, this voice has gradually disappeared.

Regardless of Tyrande's purpose in establishing the Sentinel, Shandris, as the Sentinel General, never slacked.

After the war, the night elves need to guard against not only the elusive satyr, but even some of the allies who participated in the War of the Ancients had differences with the night elves due to living space and resource issues.

The most typical one is the furbolg.

Although the furbolg mainstream society still maintains a close cooperative relationship with the night elves, there are definitely not a few furbolg bandits that Shandris led sentries to clean up in recent years.

Without mentioning it, let's talk about this all-out war with Sartre.

Except for the furbolg villages attacked by satyrs who would ask for help from the nearby night elf defense forces, most of the furbolgs who settled in Felwood and Winterspring maintained an attitude that had nothing to do with the war.

In addition, there are kobolds, gnolls and other primitive wild species in the wilderness of Azeroth. For the night elves who occupy the most abundant natural resources, these naturally aggressive wild species do not have a good impression.

In addition to the harpies all over Kalimdor, Shandris' sentry troops have some actual combat experience over the years in order to maintain the stability of the night elves' living area, but it is indeed the first time they have faced a truly large-scale battlefield. .

As the leader of this rookie army, in order to prove her ability and silence those who underestimate her, Shandris put in several times as much effort as the soldiers under her command.

She hardly let herself relax for a moment, and in her spare time, she would learn how to lead the army from some retired old generals.

Leticia often joked about Andrea and Shandris as she grew up.

It is said that apart from sprinkling some dog food when they get together occasionally, this couple is too Buddhist most of the time. The root cause is that both parties are too busy.

Cenarius took his eldest daughter, Lunara, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, to find a place to catch up on the old days, and Andrea, led by Leticia, went to the top of the observation deck at the highest point of Falling Star Village.

At this time, Shandris was using Eagle Eye to look at the chaotic Sarty camp several miles away from the defense line, her eyes continued to emit a faint light of luster.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the stairs behind him, Shandris' long elf ears trembled suddenly, and his cold expression suddenly softened a lot.

The change of their own general stunned the two sentinels standing nearby, and then they saw the bouncing Leticia leading a man in a navy blue robe from the lower floor up.

Shandris, who had been prepared for a long time, had a bright smile on her face, and hugged Andrea without any scruples under the eyes of the two sentries who had seen a ghost.

With some emotion, Andrea straightened Shandris' long-term lack of care and some split ends.

"It's been hard work, you should still arrange some rest time for yourself, and you must know that there is no end to things."

Shandris leaned her chin on Andrea's shoulder and took a deep breath as if she wanted to replenish her boyfriend's energy.

"I'm fine, I'm just one step away. As long as this war that my mentor has placed high hopes on is over, I should be able to get a lot of rest time. At that time, don't blame me for staying in Moonlight Town for too long."

Andrea smiled softly, "Why, I wish it would be better if you stayed here forever."

The war was not over yet. After a short warm embrace, the two returned their attention to the war amid Leticia's deliberate coughing.

"What's the situation? I heard that there are signs of instability in Sartre?"

"That's right."

Shandris pointed to the Sartre camp in the distance, "You can see some clues from the distribution of the camp."

Satyrs used to be the Highborne nobles of the Night Empire, but hundreds of years of being forced into the wilderness have obliterated their original noble customs.

Today's satyrs have become primitive and savage, their camp looks unaesthetic, and the strange fel flames are dotted everywhere in the camp, and there are bursts of creepy green light in the night sky.

The crude leather tents in the big camp were clearly divided into three groups. Obviously, the internal strife among these satyrs had reached the point where they couldn't trust their compatriots even if they camped together.

"The Satyrs of Winterspring are composed of three large clans and several small and medium clans. Among them, the largest and most powerful is the Evilhoof clan that Saraen led before his death."

Shandris clicked briefly on the camp area with the largest number of tents in the center, and then he continued to explain to Andrea, "Besides the first time, there are also a lot of Ice Horn clans who settled in Frost Knife Rock, but their overall strength is weaker than Evilhoof Clan."

"The last is the Shadow Clan who originally lived in the ruins of Keslier."

Speaking of the Shadow Clan, Shandris couldn't help laughing, "As you all know, this unlucky clan has been on the verge of being annexed because of the rapid decline in its population because of the blue dragon."

"Ok……"

Andrea rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "In other words, because of the defeat of Saraen and a large number of elites, the overwhelming advantage of Xie Hoof was shaken, Bingjiao had a different heart, and planned to swallow the half-disabled You Shadow and Evil Hoof compete for the leadership of the entire clan?"

Shandris nodded approvingly, "Your inference ability is still so good, that's about it."

"Besides Winterspring, the satyrs of Felwood are also emotionally unstable, and there are undercurrents among the clans. The satyrs who were originally united and prepared to avenge us, are now on the verge of falling apart because of Saraen's failure. "

Andrea was not surprised by this. Apart from the study of arcane arts, the Highborne were most adept at fighting for power with each other. This was a habit derived from their thousands of years of intrigue and intrigue.

Andrea looked at the strange layout and structure in Sartre's camp, and thought about it before asking Shandris.

"What are you going to do? Passively wait for Sartre's infighting to happen, or take the initiative to provoke the relationship between them?"

Shandris looked at Andrea meaningfully, "If I didn't have enough bad ideas before you came, I could just wait silently for the development of the situation, but..."

Shandris poked Andrea's chest with her finger and said with a smile, "Since you came here at the last moment, at least give me an idea to see how we can speed up and intensify the conflict between them."

Andrea scratched her head helplessly, "Yes~ But I do have some preliminary ideas, let me try."

"If the plan goes well, they should be able to fight within half a month at most."