"The next civilization to be inspected is the high elves... The Sun King Kael'thas sent him and his people into a very dangerous situation. Judging from the current situation, as long as Kael'thas makes the wrong step

, Daelin's fleet will immediately rush into Feralas and burn Elre'Thalas to ashes. The night elves staying there cannot stop Daelin's fleet..."

Tyrion's fingers caressed his wife's perfect body, and he whispered in Alleria's ear:

"Tell me honestly, are you worried about them?"

"It's a language trap, isn't it?"

Alleria blinked, kissed Tyrion on the cheek, and said in his ear:

"I have learned not to interfere with your thinking anymore, my love, I don't want to be a burden to you, so don't care about what I think..."

"You've never been a burden."

Tyrion hugged his wife tightly, bringing the two closer together. He reached out and flicked the Blood Mistress's ears, and said softly:

"Don't listen to those people's crazy words... I have never blamed you. The reason why I asked you this question is because we can't keep your sisters imprisoned in the Dark Temple. Do you understand what I mean?

?They are living people, they have their own destiny... We have no right to decide their future, Shiva still won't talk to you?"

"Yes, she is also your sister, and you know her temper best."

Alleria closed her eyes slightly, hugged her husband, and said:

"Shiva locked herself in her room, she refused to communicate with anyone except that annoying human... Oh my god, my sister is in love with him, I can feel it, but why would it be a stupid human?

"

"Then let them all go."

Tyrion stroked his wife's ears. He stared at the map on the wall in front of him and looked at the standard Feralas on the map. He said:

"Humans have earned a future for themselves, and now it's the high elves' turn... But it's inhumane to tie Kael'thas's hands and make him make a choice. He needs some help."

As he spoke, Tyrion picked up the silver pen handmade by craftsmen on the table, and signed his name on a document while Alleria hummed a pleasant tune.

"The evaluation result of Centaur civilization...failed (x4)."

"The war decision is initiated, the target is the desolate place... war mode... destroy! The war target... punish the civilized population... reduce one-third of the centaur's active strength, follow-up planning awaits the results of the second evaluation."
Chapter completed!