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Thanks to his strong physical fitness, Sharlayan did not fall into a coma for a long time, and only recovered consciousness after resting for most of the day.

Before opening his eyes, the noisy sounds from all around came to his ears first.

In addition to the "whirring" sound of the sea breeze blowing by, you can occasionally hear the strange quacking of unknown waterfowl as they skim over the sea.

The shouts of passers-by stimulated Sharlayan's eardrums, truly waking him up from his drowsy state of waking up.

"Um?"

When consciousness returned, Sharlayan realized something was wrong.

He actually passed out just like that while maintaining the bear form, no wonder he always felt that his posture was a bit awkward.

At this time, Sunsail Port is undergoing post-war reconstruction in full swing, and the residents who hid in the basement and evacuated the city have all returned to the city.

If Kael'thas hadn't ordered people to set up a cordon near Sharlayan, the children running around might have regarded this comatose big bear as a holy place to play.

Half a day was not enough for Sharlayan to recover his overdrawn vitality. When he moved his limbs and stood up from the ground, he could clearly feel the sluggishness and heaviness of his body.

Barely undoing Ursoc's incarnation, Sharlayan's feet trembled when he returned to his human form.

Valeera and the others who had been guarding nearby heard the news, rushed out of the hut beside them, and hurriedly helped him up.

"Hiss~"

After moving his body a little bit, Sharlayan felt pain all over his body.

Valeera propped up his left shoulder, and complained angrily: "If you show your strength, do you really think you can stop thousands of troops?"

Sharlayan smiled wryly and shook his head: "At that time, someone always stood up to block the enemy."

"Can you rest assured that the second-line vigilante troops are at the front? Once they are defeated, the morale of the defenders will completely collapse, and there is no one but me."

Stellagosa sighed: "This encounter can also be regarded as a lesson. It should be regarded as a test of your ultimate endurance. Don't mess around again in the future."

Sharlayan promised with a smile: "Okay, I promise you."

"Come back to business, what happened after I was unconscious? Did the enemy retreat?"

...

After evacuating from Sunsail Port, the remaining privateer fleet first sailed westward, leaving the coastal waters of Eversong Forest.

Under the pursuit of the Red Dragon Knights, the flagship Mayflower, which was already severely damaged, had already lost power. Only the last of the three capital ships remained, and only two frigates remained.

Even the three ships that managed to escape were scarred.

If the Red Dragon Knights hadn't given up their pursuit after entering the border of Lordaeron, Weisswen and Abidis would definitely have died in the sea.

The remaining three ships bypassed southern Eversong Forest and East Tirisfal, headed southwest along the uninhabited coastline, and finally docked at a secret port in the northeast of Tirisfal Glades.

This secret port is naturally formed and is located in a cave near the sea.

This place used to be the nest of a group of pirates roaming the North Sea. Three years ago, the North Sea pirates were wiped out by the main fleet of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the nest in the cave was also breached by the army.

Accidentally obtained an unknown secret port, the Kingdom of Lordaeron did not publicize it, and quietly managed it.

According to the original plan, the privateer fleet would have completed "whitewashing" in this secret port.

Replace the black sails, lower the Jolly Roger, and then re-fly the flag of the Lordaeron Navy after some renovations and refits.

As long as Quel'Thalas is not caught, the existence of the privateer fleet will not be recognized by Lordaeron.

The two officers involved who carried out the order were in a bad mood at this time.

Not just because of the possible punishment of the king for the failure of the mission and the heavy loss of the fleet, these two honest soldiers have an instinctive resistance to such indecent practices.

Compared to Abbendis, who had always had an ugly face, Barry Weswin, who was not a paladin, was relatively calm.

"Alfred, what are you going to do next?"

"If the task entrusted to us by His Majesty fails, even if there will be no public punishment due to confidentiality reasons, it will never make us feel better in private."

"snort!"

Abidis snorted angrily: "At worst, I will hide in Tyr's hand and never come out again. I don't believe that the Menethil family can deprive me of my noble status and territory."

The Abidis family doesn't love the people like their sons, but compared to those noble lords who extort money in their own territory, the people of Tyre's Hand can at least live a decent life, and they will not easily cause turmoil such as peasant uprisings .

If Terenas forcibly deprives the Abidis family of their fiefdom and title, it may actually stimulate those local residents who live well, and the loss outweighs the gain.

Besides, as Barry Weswin said, this privateer mission is not to be seen.

Regardless of success or failure, rewards and punishments cannot be discussed on the bright side, at most they are small tricks in private.

Depressed, Abidis planned to lead his direct subordinates to leave first.

"Failure is failure and deserves to be punished. No matter what the royal family of Menethil plans to do, I will follow along."

"Old friend, you can also ask for blessings."

"No matter how much Terenas forces me to do this kind of insidious task, I will never take part in it again. Just once in my life is enough for me to 'reminisce' for the rest of my life."

Watching Abidis lead his men away with a gloomy expression, Weiswen looked up at the clear sky with a bitter smile on his face.

"It's the same for me... I never thought that the mighty Lordaeron's regular navy would one day be a guest pirate and go to other countries to plunder. Heh~ I'm so self-willed and depraved."

...

As expected, when Abedis and Weswin returned to the King City of Lordaeron to explain the implementation of the dense forest, they were scolded by Terenas who learned that the mission had failed.

But that's all, in order to avoid leaking the news, Terenas did not further punish them.

Abidis could tell from Terenas' indifferent and disgusted eyes that the king had lost his trust in himself, which was more serious than any real punishment.

'Fuck you! Insidious old boy, I won't play with you anymore! '

As a paladin, Abedis was already very resistant to this mission.

Terenas' attitude provoked the anger in his heart.

Abidis swore secretly in his heart that he would never help the evildoers again unless he encountered a major crisis that would lead to the subjugation of Lordaeron.

Whatever Terenas likes, it has nothing to do with me anyway.

Weiswen couldn't be as free and easy as Abidis, and he also knew that his promotion in the future might not be so easy, so he could only admit it by pinching his nose.

Out of guilt, Abbendis, who returned to his home territory, ignored Terenas' private ban on the lords, and resumed trade with Quel'Thalas.

But that's another story.

"Huh~"

After scolding Abbendis and Weswin away, Terenas, who was a little pale, spat in anger.

"Tsk! I didn't expect that there would be a red dragon knight in Quel'Thalas. It's hidden deep enough."

"Your Majesty, one failure means nothing."

A middle-aged man with a feminine appearance came out from the shadow behind the throne, and saluted Terenas with a smile.

"The weakness of the High Elf Navy will not be improved for at least two years, and it is impossible for them to dispatch the Red Dragon Knights in time every time. This time it won't work, just think of a way next time."

"Ahem~"

Terenas has been in poor physical condition recently, coughing twice to calm down his impatience and anger.

"Portman, then I trouble you to continue planning, and you must suppress the arrogance of Quel'Thalas!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When the middle-aged man named Portman bowed his head to take orders, the corner of his mouth drew a sarcastic arc in a place Terenas couldn't see.

...

"The shame this time must not be repeated again... Ahem! We need to build a powerful navy that can protect ourselves!"

After dragging his sick body back to Silvermoon City, Sharlayan expressed his attitude to Kael'thas and the Silvermoon Council without hesitation.

The lessons learned from the past are still vivid, and most of the Silvermoon councilors agree with Sharlayan's proposal.

One time was negligent, and the proud high elves could not tolerate the "pirates" continuing to plunder their own coastline.

Silvermoon Chancellor Dar'Khan raised some concerns.

"Even if we start shipbuilding now, even with the help of Kul Tiras' shipbuilding consultants, it is impossible to build a finished warship in a short time."

"During this vacuum, how do we protect coastal areas from reinvasion by 'pirates'?"

Although Kael'thas has always been vigilant about Dar'Khan's every move, but it has to be said that the questions he raised really hit the nail on the head.

Li Reisa pondered for a moment before giving the best answer so far.

"Strengthen the relationship with Kul Tiras, and buy ready-made warships from them, even if they are not the most advanced ones."

Kael'thas frowned: "Is it possible? I'm afraid Kul Tiras can't take care of himself right now?"

Sharlayan shook his head and said, "Your Majesty the Sun King, you underestimated the war potential of Kul Tiras."

"Since the war with Zandalari, the naval shipyard in Boralus has been operating at full capacity, and a new batch of secondary warships can be produced within two months at the latest."

"Let me go to Boralus as an envoy. I will try my best to persuade Daelin to sell these warships to Quel'Thalas."