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Chapter 679 Feather Moon Fortress

At this moment, Sentinel General Sandys Feathermoon, who had been standing silently to the side, spoke up.

Her voice remained as calm as ever: "Elwyn, while you were unconscious, our fleet received and temporarily settled a group of elven refugees who called themselves 'Sindra' near the Feralas coastline. They said that you and Lady Stellagosa rescued them."

Alvin nodded.

“That’s right, they are the Doomhammer, or rather, the last survivors of El Rethalas. They have been imprisoned by Tosedrin for too long, and they are a pitiful bunch.”

“Yes, I have already reported to Lady Tyrande, and someone will be sending them to Auberdine soon.”

Sandys's sharp gaze was fixed on Alvin.

"None of that matters. The key question is, how is Cho'gall of Twilight's Hammer doing?"

Alvin's face instantly darkened.

"Gugal, he still managed to escape."

He took a deep breath, as if to expel all the frustration in his chest, his voice filled with suppressed defeat.

"At the last moment, he used some kind of sorcerer's trick that we had never expected, and with something we had traded from Thosedrin that we couldn't even see clearly, he vanished right before our eyes."

"Ugh!"

A deep, resounding thud was accompanied by Sandy's sigh.

Her fist, covered in metal armor, slammed heavily onto the low wooden table beside her, causing the water jug ​​and cup on the table to jump and make a crisp clinking sound.

"pity!"

This sentinel general, who was known for his composure, now had a layer of frost between his brows.

"Our fleet operation went relatively smoothly, successfully encircling and annihilating the remaining orc remnants stranded on the island. Most of the enemy was wiped out, and a small number were taken prisoner. However,"

She shook her head helplessly.

“No one here is fluent in Orcish, so the interrogation has to be put on hold for now, hoping to wait until you wake up. But the initial count is clear: Cho'gall is definitely not on the list of prisoners or the dead.”

Alvin closed his eyes wearily and rubbed his temples.

"How could a cunning fellow like him possibly walk into our trap and return to this encirclement that we know we have under our control? He's probably already using this time to continue his southward advance in the shadows somewhere in the vast Firas jungle."

"Well, since things have come to this, there's no use in regretting it. We can only take it one step at a time. At least the scourge of Tosedrin has been eradicated, and the survivors of the Syndra have been rescued."

"That's right,"

The gentle voice of the green shadow, like a breeze in the forest, soothed the somewhat stagnant atmosphere.

"Moreover, after this heavy blow, Twilight's Hammer has suffered severe losses in manpower. I believe that Cho'gall is now all alone, with very few combat forces left to use."

As she spoke, she naturally sat down beside Alvin's bed, her slender fingers gently smoothing his slightly disheveled hair, which had become messy from lying in bed, her movements soft and focused.

"Where are we now?"

"I sent people to rebuild a military camp on the island that the orcs occupied before. I thought it was a good place to defend the north and south because it is easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"That's right,"

Alvin found it amusing; it seemed everything was going according to history again.

Have you decided on a name for this place?

"No."

“Then I have a suggestion: since it was built by Shandis, let’s call it Feather Moon Fortress.”

"Feathermoon Fortress... What a great name! Sandys, let's call it that!"

Green Shadow clapped his hands and said.

"Hmph, it's not up to you to decide what name to use; we have to wait for Lady Tyrande's orders."

Sandy laughed.

"But you, Alvin, how are you feeling now? Is there anything still bothering you?"

As Erwin felt the cool touch from Green Shadow's fingertips, a malicious smile suddenly appeared on his previously tense face.

That smile dispelled the gloom on his face, like a child who had just succeeded in a prank.

"I feel—great! As good as I could be!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pounced like a tiger, his movements so swift that he didn't seem like someone who had just recovered from a serious injury at all!

With a strong arm, he grabbed Green Shadow's slender and supple waist, and using the momentum, he turned around and easily pressed the tall and graceful elf onto the soft bed!

Caught off guard, Green Shadow let out a short gasp, and two blushes instantly rose on her pale purple cheeks, like the sunset dyeing the forest red.

"Ah! You've just recovered from a serious injury, don't be silly!"

She tried to struggle, but her tone was more reproachful than angry, and the force with which she placed her hands on Alvin's chest was weak.

"It's been healed for a long time. The healing power of the Holy Light is no joke."

Erwin lowered his head and gently kissed Green Shadow's forehead.

"Would you like to verify this yourself?"

"Yes, yes! I want one too!"

Akalitta, always eager for chaos, screamed excitedly at the sight of the lively scene. She kicked off her shoes without a care and leaped forward, grabbing Elwin's neck from the other side and clinging to him like a koala, her red hair brushing against his cheek.

"You, you! Shameless!"

Sandys, standing to the side, witnessed this sudden chaos, and her cheeks flushed bright red, like a ripe apple.

She had never seen such a dissolute scene before.

Especially when it happens in a heavily fortified military location!

She muttered a curse under her breath, feeling her ears burning. She couldn't stand it any longer. Before things escalated to something more inappropriate for children, she turned and fled the suffocating tent almost as fast as the wind.

She hastily closed the curtain, cutting off the view between inside and outside, but Sandy could not block out the faint, blush-inducing laughter, coquettish moans, and other more ambiguous subtle sounds coming from inside the tent.

Her heart pounded like a drum. Forcing herself to remain calm, she addressed the two sentries at the door, their expressions strange and their laughter barely contained, in the most authoritative tone possible:

"You! Guard this place. Without my order, do not let anyone near!"

"Yes! General!"

The two sentries immediately straightened their backs and responded solemnly, but the knowing smile in their eyes was hard to completely hide.

Sandys practically fled from the vicinity of the tent, only slowing her pace slightly when she could barely hear the embarrassing sound.

"That damned Elwin! That energetic bastard!"

She cursed the culprit in her heart while kicking away an innocent pebble in a fit of rage.

The pebble rolled away with a clatter and struck a charred section of an orc totem pole.

However, her mind seemed to be out of control, unable to stop those shameful fantasies.

What must be happening inside the tent right now—entangled limbs, rapid breathing, an alluring atmosphere...

These images haunted her mind like a nightmare.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to banish these chaotic thoughts, but her cheeks only grew hotter.

Elwin and his group were currently located on the outpost island established by the orcs, which had been breached by the night elf fleet.

Most of the original crude and simple orc camps and fortifications have been destroyed or demolished, and the air is still faintly filled with the smell of gunpowder and seawater.

After surveying the strategically important and easily defensible terrain, Shandis ordered the construction of a new, more robust temporary base for the Sentinel troops, built upon the existing stone foundations, to be built on the ruins. This new base was designed to be aesthetically pleasing and suited to the Elven aesthetic.

Brand-new elven-style buildings dotted the rugged rocks like blue flowers, and the patrolling sentries appeared agile and vigilant in the rising moonlight.

"General! A letter from Lady Tyrande!"

A sentry ran from a distance and handed a letter to Sandy.

"Thank you."

Sandy took the letter, and its contents shocked her.

"Lady Tyrande actually named the new fortress... Feathermoon Fortress..."