Chapter 1203: Helena, the dead old woman, is really damn.

The first take-out order confirmed that McGonagall's mood was a lot easier, and compared to the complicated alleys and various houses, it was obviously not easy to get lost when Connie went to the Basti prison for take-out.
So a big prison, just a door, how can it be delivered?
"Welcome to the next visit." Yabei Mia sent the last guest, flipped the wooden sign on the door and announced the end of business this morning.
"So, what should I do?" Connie walked down the stairs with her helmet. She looked at everyone busy in the morning, but she didn't do anything. Although it was easy, it was inevitable that it was not very interesting. .
"If you are really bored, you can take a bicycle and go to the street to get around and get familiar with the street." McGonagall looked around and looked at Anna on the side. He smiled and said: "Anna, do you want to Connie went out and wandered around?"
"Okay." Anna lit her little head.
"If she gets lost, remember to bring her back." McGonagall took a little white rabbit earmuff and put it on Anna's head, whispering.
"Yeah." Anna smugly screamed, followed by wearing a helmet, and the heavily armed Connie walked out the door.
"Be careful, don't throw Anna down," McGonagall and Connie yelled.
"Do not worry, I ride super..."
"Snapped--"
Connie, who was pushing the bicycle, stepped on a piece of ice and fell to the ground on his back and was crushed by the bicycle.
"Sister Connie, are you okay?" Anna asked in a hurry.
"Stable..." Connie's weak voice was uploaded from the ground.
"You dare to laugh at the ugly duckling." McGonagall, removed the bicycle from Connie's body, and then took her out of the ground.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling poked out a head from the door, and some contemptuously tilted Connie.
"There is no hoof, this is nothing..." Connie coughed up two channels, turned over and sat on the bicycle, then patted and removed the back seat of the incubator, confidently filled: "Little Anna, Get on the bus, my sister will take you for a ride."
"I think... I still continue to practice cooking in the restaurant..." Anna was a little worried.
"Do not worry, there is really no problem." Connie patted her to ensure that her eyes turned to the ugly duckling standing at the door, her eyes brightened: "Would we bring this stupid cat together too? let's go?"
"Meow!"
The hair of the ugly duckling stood up and disappeared at the door.
"Well~ don't you believe me?" Connie was a little disappointed.
After the invitation of Connie, Anna finally went to Connie's bicycle.
"Mr. McGonagall, I came from the order of the Lord." McGonagall was preparing to enter the door, and a black shadow appeared quietly beside him, lowering the voice.
"Come in." McGrath opened the door and let the black man enter the restaurant first, and he followed the door.
He had already noticed this black shadow, so he asked Anna to go out to play with Connie.
"This is what the Lord asked me to hand over to you." The black man handed a half-meter square black wooden box to McGonagall.
"There is work." McGonagall took the box, the box was not heavy, and the equipment should be all information, but the number should be enough.
"Farewell." The black man did not say much, the black fog rose, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Meg took the box and walked upstairs to the study room. This should be the latest information from the various families that Michael and Roland promised to share with him yesterday.
The history of Nolan mainland and the history of the grievances of all ethnic groups, McGonagall has been reading through these few months.
But the core materials that are really close to the ruling classes of the various ethnic groups, as well as the current situation of the various races, are not the ones that can be obtained by the Pepsi House, which sells gossip on the roadside.
This information is exactly what McGonagall needs and one of his most valued chips in this transaction.
Going upstairs, closing the study door, McGonagall put the box on the desk, and when the hand touched the lock, a dark gray light flashed across the surface of the box, and the pale gold mask shrouded outside the box dissipated. The lock opened and it opened.
Open the box, neatly stacked with a stack of materials, tied with different types of rope, written with the words of the Los Angeles Empire, the Forest of Wind, including the city of chaos, a total of nine pieces of information, a force is not lacking.
"I don't know what kind of sincerity the Lord and the Lord will give." McGonagall whispered and picked up the information about the forest of the wind.
Untie the hemp rope and take off the top sheet of oil paper. The first report in the red handwriting ‘急报’ will attract Meg’s gaze.
"The night elves get the grain from the unknown channels, and the quality of the food of the far elves guards makes the escorts turbulent. There is a 30-person patrol squad on the eve of the squad and deported to the night elves. Berg ordered to strengthen the patrol intensity. And began to assemble the team, ready to launch a second encirclement of the night elves.
In the forest of the wind, because the guards have been sleepy for a long time, the high priest Helena has assembled five thousand elves, and will depart for the border of the caves tomorrow, meet with Berg, and encircle the night elves..."
McGonagall looked a little dignified and put down the urgent report in his hand. Sargeras had just returned to the city of chaos yesterday. It can be seen that this urgent report should have just arrived, and the sincerity of Michael and Roland is indeed very good.
The situation of the night elves is even worse than what Meg expected. It seems that Helena and Berg have reached a consensus that the unstable factors of the night elves must be completely resolved before the peace talks.
Putting the urgent report aside, McGonagall continued to look at the information of the elves, and soon he turned to a brief introduction of the strength of the current night elves and the forest of the wind.
After a month of rapid expansion, the night elves still have more than a thousand people, and most of them are low-powered slave elves with low fighting power.
Most of the elves who rushed to the grottoes from the mainland of Nolan were intercepted by the elves sent by the wind forest in the middle of the road. They were able to reach the vicinity of the caves, and there was no strength to break through the blockade and meet the night elves.
On the other hand, in the forest of the wind, 10,000 elite guards have been sent to trap the caves. Although there is no terrain advantage, no matter whether it is high-end combat power or backbone power, they all win the night elves. Once they are determined to attack the grottoes at no cost, dark nights. The elf is very likely to be destroyed.
McGonk pondered for a while and continued to look at the materials of the elves.
This information is very detailed and time-sensitive. The most recent one was just sent back last night. It shows the status quo of the forest of the wind and the grievances of the important figures of the elves.
"Helena, the dead old woman, is really damn..." McGonagall put down the last piece of paper and whispered to himself.