Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 33 "Dresses"

   "Pass down the command of His Majesty the Sun King Anasterian, the ranger troops will **** the captives to Silvermoon City to receive the reward from now on under the leadership of the ranger general!"

  Dragonhawk Knight did not procrastinate, and directly read Anasterian's oral instructions.

   "Ranger General Li Reza Windrunner received the order, and please tell His Majesty that we will set off immediately when we are ready."

   "Okay, General Windrunner, please make up your own mind. I'm still busy returning to my mission, so don't bother me."

  The dragon eagle knight in gorgeous light armor saluted Li Reza respectfully, then rode the mighty dragon eagle into the sky again, and flew towards Silvermoon City.

  After watching the Dragon Eagle Knight leave, Li Reza turned around and clapped his hands to attract the attention of everyone present.

   "Okay! Everyone has heard it too. Let's pack up and put on our military uniforms. Don't embarrass your family!"

"yes!"

  This time, including the agent leader of the Farstriders, Scran, will go to Silvermoon City to receive the Sun King's awards and awards, leaving only a small number of Farstriders guarding the Farstrider camp.

  Sklan intends to familiarize Charlemagne with some basic affairs of the Far Traveler during this period, and officially retire after Alleria returns to join the Far Traveler.

So he had already thought about the content of his reward and passed it on to the Sun King through Aurelia. He planned to get a manor near Taquilin to spend his old age. The request is also readily agreed.

  By the way, Yawen's request is exactly the same as Scran's. The old ranger is also ready to retire, and judging by the recent performance of the second lady, it seems that this day is not far away.

  Since Cirvanas came back, she realized her shame and acted bravely. She gradually got rid of her impatience, and became calm and capable in doing things. This made Yawen and other veteran rangers very gratified.

  The Sun King had his own considerations in choosing to let the ranger troops **** the captives to Silvermoon City along the road instead of arriving by teleportation.

  The high elves have not won a big victory against the Amani trolls for many years, and even suffered a big loss in the war 10 years ago.

  This time, let the ranger troops **** the captives all the way to the north. Isn’t it with the idea of ​​showing off? Let the people along the way see the captured troll leader with their own eyes, which will help stabilize the people’s hearts and show their achievements.

  Of course, ordinary rangers would not know about this kind of political consideration. At this time, they were happily running home, rummaging through the box to find the military uniform they hadn't worn for many years.

  The military uniforms of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas are very interesting. In addition to the basic style that stipulates a general framework, other decorations such as colors and patterns are determined by each family.

  Charlemagne, who had never heard of military uniforms, was stunned when he heard Li Reza's order. Fortunately, Lor'themar, who was also happy for his brother, pulled him up and ran home.

   "Brother! The military uniform that father ordered for you can finally come in handy!"

  After returning home, Lor'themar began to search for his brother's uniform in the basement of his home. Charlemagne, who was completely clueless about the situation, could only go out to feed Xunyu and wait for Lor'themar to find the so-called military uniform.

   Looking at the sturdy white traveling bird in front of him, Charlemagne frowned and took two steps back to look it up and down.

   "Xun Yu, you seem to have grown a little taller?"

   "Chirp!"

  Xun Yu triumphantly looked up to the sky and uttered a loud and clear cry, flapping its tiny wings and circling around Charlemagne, as if wanting its master to take a closer look at itself.

  Charlemagne patted Xun Yu's long neck amusedly, and smoothed its feathers.

   "Okay! Knowing that you are beautiful, you must save face for me when you go to Wangcheng this time!"

   "Chirp!"

  From reincarnation to the world of Azeroth until now, Charlemagne has never been to Silvermoon City.

The main city of the high elves has not been destroyed once like later generations, and now it stands majestically at the northernmost end of Eversong Forest, and above it is Sunstrider Isle and Quel'Dana, which are independent of the mainland Island.

As the political, cultural, and economic center of the high elves, this capital city is very famous even in the entire eastern continent. If it weren't for the isolation policy pursued by the high elves, I am afraid that the people of all ethnic groups who come to visit every year can give Silvermoon City a lot of money. It was packed.

  Charlemagne, who has already heard of its name, of course also has great expectations for this trip to Silvermoon City. He doesn't know the difference between the main city of the high elves in the real Azeroth world and the game.

   While Charlemagne was distracted and teasing Xun Yu, Lor'themar finally found the "military uniform" from the underground arsenal.

   "Eh... Aqiang, are you sure this can be called a 'dress'?"

   Charlemagne looked at the gorgeous armor in front of him with twitching eyebrows. This has something to do with the dress...

Lor'themar frowned dissatisfiedly and retorted, "I told you not to call me Ah Qiang, brother Da Qiang! Isn't this a military uniform? What is it? It was specially ordered by your father in Silvermoon City when you came of age. Little money."

   "Don't call me Daqiang! Be careful I shoot an arcane arrow into your nostrils!"

  Hearing the title of Daqiang, Charlemagne, he thought of Xiaoqiang... This made him unable to accept it no matter what.

   "Don't call me Aqiang, I won't call you Daqiang. Anyway, you can try it on. Although I often take care of it, who knows if it will fit me."

   I don’t know why, but Lor’themar, who usually does things in a mild manner, is the only one who doesn’t like the name Aqiang. Every time Charlemagne calls this nickname, he will be very dissatisfied and even fight back.

   "All right, don't bark if you don't bark. This is the first time I've heard that military uniforms can be made into armor... By the way, how do you wear this stuff?"

   Charlemagne, who had never worn armor before, was at a loss when he got the "dress", and looked at Lor'themar for help.

  When he usually moves in the forest, in order to avoid being hindered, he also wears light leather armor like other rangers. This kind of metal armor... is really the first time he wears it.

"Why…"

  A Qiang looked at his brother's expression and sighed helplessly, so he could only step forward and untie the armor and put it on Charlemagne one by one.

  This set of armor is dark red overall, with the family crest of Theron family tattooed on the chest of the armor—an upside-down purple-red leaf with a bow in the background.

   This kind of leaf Charlemagne has seen countless times, and it is a very common tree that grows in the Eversong Forest.

   This species called Maple Spirit Tree by the high elves has two colors, purple red and golden yellow, both of which reveal the noble and elegant pursuit of the high elves.

  The leaves of the purple maple spirit, the longbow representing the ranger, and some gorgeous border decorations constitute the family coat of arms of the Theron family.

  After putting it on, Charlemagne found that the whole set of armor was unexpectedly light. It seemed that the metals were hollow, typical decorative armor...

   "Okay! It looks very good, brother, you can wear this dress representing the Theron family to meet His Majesty the Sun King!"

  Lor'themar circled around his brother twice and nodded in satisfaction.

  Charlemagne looked at the "dress" on his body with some discomfort.

  ‘Such a flamboyant armor, as expected of a high elf who loves pleasure, even the ranger’s ritual armor is so gorgeous…’

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