Sylvanas's Wish

"Lor'themar, while I'm away from Dalsom, I'm leaving Dalsom in your hands."

If Tyrel had previously entrusted Dalsom to Lor'themar because of his abilities, now it was because he worried about Magister Dath'Remar Sunstrider's ambitious, glory-seeking nature.

Countess Liadrin would accompany Tyrel back to Silvermoon City.

Ranger Lord Lothmar Theron did not want to accept, because he felt it was troublesome work. He preferred being an unfettered ranger.

Yet Magister Dath'Remar Sunstrider saw all of this, and an incomparable jealousy toward his old friend Ranger Lord Lothmar Theron rose within him.

Why is it that what I desire, you can obtain without paying any price at all—and still resist so fiercely?

Naturally, the entire Dawnblade Legion could not all go to Silvermoon City to receive this honor, so Tyrel could only select a thousand men to return to Silvermoon City with him.

"Prince Tyrel, we have enough Dawnblade Armor Set reserves for the Paladins to change into new sets. Wouldn't that be better?" As they were about to leave Dalsom, Countess Liadrin noticed that the thousand High Elf Paladins Prince Tyrel had selected were still wearing the Dawnblade Armor Sets from the previous battle. The intense fighting had inevitably left their armor stained with blood and riddled with gaps of various sizes.

Changing into brand-new Dawnblade Armor Sets would indeed have been more proper, but Tyrel had his reasons for doing this. He explained, "There's no need, Liadrin. Only armor that has endured a bloody battle can truly show every High Elf in Silvermoon City what the Dawnblade Legion has experienced and why they deserve this honor."

North Eversong Woods had been peaceful for far too long. As the capital of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City was even more steeped in song and celebration, causing its High Elves to gradually forget the cruelty of war.

A Dawnblade Legion clad in brand-new Dawnblade Armor Sets would only make the High Elves of Silvermoon City think that another legion had appeared to protect them, that war would never come, and that they only needed to continue enjoying themselves. That was not what Tyrel wanted to see.

"All right, you're right, Prince Tyrel. It seems I should train properly as well." Countess Liadrin came from an earl's family, so she had always believed that brand-new armor better suited proper etiquette. Yet after hearing Tyrel's words, she deeply agreed. Though Silvermoon City and Dalsom were both High Elf cities, beneath Silvermoon City's prosperity lay the stillness of stagnant water, while Dalsom, though young, brimmed with vitality.

Countess Liadrin mocked herself this way because she remembered that ever since becoming a High Priest, she had not once picked up a blade to practice combat techniques. Her family, after all, was famed for its martial skills.

Afterward, the Dawnblade Legion set out for Silvermoon City. Before long, they arrived at Silvermoon City, the major Southern Eversong Woods settlement they had to pass through, where Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner and the Ranger-Expeditionaries had already been waiting.

"Time truly flies. That child I once had to escort out of Quel'Thalas to the human kingdoms for his baptism has now become so outstanding that he's returning to Silvermoon City with me to attend a victory celebration." Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner looked at Tyrel and sighed. Without Tyrel and the Dawnblade Legion in this operation, even if she had managed to hold Pathfinder Camp against attacks from three sides, she would have paid an enormous price.

Tyrel suddenly thought of King of Rangers Hoxbyr and asked, "Sister Sylvanas, how is Lord Hoxbyr? I heard he was badly wounded."

King of Rangers Hoxbyr had, after all, been injured while following his orders. Naturally, Tyrel had to show concern.

At the mention of Hoxbyr, Ranger-General Sylvanas unusually rolled her eyes and said with some exasperation, "That guy? He should be fine. He spends every day inhaling Bloodthistle."

Bloodthistle was a plant mutated by the immense Arcane Energy of the Sunwell. It contained Arcane Energy, and inhaling it gave High Elves a sense of magical satisfaction. Thus, it was extremely popular among High Elf nobles.

"I've heard that Bloodthistle can be invigorating, but prolonged inhalation causes the body to waste away, and it can even become impossible to quit. Lord Hoxbyr should be more careful." Tyrel offered the kind reminder. Bloodthistle was common among Silvermoon City's nobles; Tyrel had seen some High Elf nobles become little more than skin and bones from prolonged use, unable to control themselves if they went even a day without it.

Ranger-General Sylvanas looked unconcerned. It seemed she had no intention of persuading King of Rangers Hoxbyr.

Rilas Windrunner also walked over and said to Ranger-General Sylvanas, "Sister, I did not disgrace the Windrunner Family."

Rilas Windrunner had never been acknowledged by his strict second sister. Now, he had finally proven himself on the battlefield.

"Yes, Rilas. I think our parents and Alleria would be happy." This time, Ranger-General Sylvanas did not treat Rilas as harshly as she had in the past. Instead, she gave him her direct approval.

Having finally received her approval, Rilas was not as joyful as he had imagined he would be. Looking at his sister's slightly moist azure eyes, he suddenly understood that his second sister Sylvanas had borne far too much for this family...

After eldest sister Alleria Windrunner joined the Allied Expeditionary Force, everything concerning the Windrunner Family had fallen upon Sylvanas Windrunner's shoulders. For the glory of the Windrunner Family, she had no choice but to become strong and strict.

On one hand, she had to serve as Ranger-General of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and safeguard Quel'Thalas. On the other, she had to care for her still-young sister and brother.

Her strictness toward Vareesa and Rilas had also been so that they could grow quickly without losing their lives.

After understanding all this, Rilas Windrunner suddenly burst into tears and threw himself into the arms of his sister, Ranger-General Sylvanas.

"Rilas, you're already fifty years old and still such a crybaby. Tyrel, Cain, and Valeera are watching."

Though she said this, Ranger-General Sylvanas did not push her brother away. Instead, she gently embraced Rilas.

Her younger brother had finally become capable of standing on his own. A crystalline tear slid from the corner of Ranger-General Sylvanas's eye.

Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner had two wishes. The first was for the three Windrunner sisters to marry together. The second was for Rilas Windrunner to become Ranger-General of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

The first wish was already difficult to fulfill, but as for the second, Sylvanas Windrunner had seen a possibility.