"Hey, Raistlin, have you made your decision?"
The female Quel'dorei elf Sora blocked the black-robed mage at a secluded street corner. www.しwxs. com
"What decision?"
The black-robed mage had no favorable impression of the female elf, but he stopped because of his cultivation as a mage. The corners of his eyebrows could not help but tremble.
"King Carlos of Alterac is recruiting you!"
Sora crossed his arms to make his majestic breasts more eye-catching.
"I'm sorry, I have not received any invitation to meet with His Majesty Carlos, let alone solicit one."
Raistlin nodded, indicating that he still had something to do, and was about to leave.
As a result, Sora blocked his way.
"Come on, anyone who cares doesn't know that the big bald Luoyan, who looks like a thief, is the spokesperson of Carlos Barov. Are you sure you haven't been solicited by that bald man?"
The female elf had a mocking smile on her lips.
"Well, this is not a secret. Yes, Sir Luoyan talked to me. However, what does this have to do with you?"
The black-robed mage's patience was gradually draining away. He didn't know how long he could endure the female elf in front of him.
"Of course, because we are the same kind of people."
Sora suddenly looked very happy.
"I'm sorry, I'm a pure human, not the same breed as you Quel'dorei elves."
Raistlin couldn't help but show a mocking look, then realized that he had lost his composure, and soon returned to his expressionless state.
"You don't understand. I don't blame you. After all, you are still just a child."
Sora nodded matter-of-factly. There was no concern at all about the painful and exposed veins on the black-robed mage's forehead.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first, ma'am."
The black-robed mage couldn't figure out the depth of this female elf, and had no intention of causing trouble in Stratholme, so he finally decided to avoid trouble.
However, Raistlin didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble found him.
The female elf jumped forward. Then he stood in front of the black-robed mage who turned around and was about to leave.
"Okay. I won't guess riddles with you anymore. Let's be clear, both of us are outliers who seek help from Archbishop Alonsos Faol, and we are both attracted by the even bigger outlier Carlos Barov. People. So, I want to hear your opinion."
Sora put away his joking expression and showed a serious expression.
"..."
The black-robed mage was thinking about something and didn't say anything.
"I used to be a priest, but then I realized that even if I became the officiant, nothing would change. So I changed my job to become a ranger. Anyway, we elves have long lives, and we can always learn anything as long as we are willing to take the time to learn it. Points for achievement. As a result, I found that I became a ranger lord in time. It was not helpful to realize my ideal, so I was confused, indulged, and was inexplicably labeled as an anarchist. After being exiled from Silvermoon City, I I came to Stratholme to relax and witnessed the formation and development of the Paladin. I suddenly found that this profession is particularly suitable for me. Originally, I was begging for nothing and annoyed Alonsus Faol. Finally, I got it. I listened to Xi's qualifications and regretted it to death. Although the Paladin profession was developed by Alonsos Faol, almost all Paladins admit that the strongest person in the world is Carlos Barov. Even The Holy Light Codex of the Knights of the Silver Hand copied large sections of the book "Who the Holy Light Shines" written by King Alterante last year. So, I was very excited to follow that atavistic guy. It doesn’t seem like a bad thing.”
After listening to Sora talking a lot, Raistlin was unmoved, because the female elf was talking nonsense throughout the article, with no real content at all, and was just sensationalizing with her tone and tone.
Apart from clearing herself from the scandal of His Majesty Carlos, the female elf had almost nothing to say.
But the mage's scholarly heart got into trouble, and Raistlin became a little distracted.
Although there are different opinions on the origin of mankind, all researchers basically agree that Lordaeron is not the earliest homeland of mankind. Therefore, as the mainstream theory, the migration theory is divided into two major conjectures. One is that human ancestors migrated from Kalimdor; the other is that human ancestors came from Northrend.
With the deepening and development of research, more and more evidence points to the second type, that is, human ancestors came from Northrend. The circumstantial evidence of the Quel'dorei elves also denies the theory of Kalimdor migration - that's where they came from.
Therefore, it seems not an exaggeration to say that His Majesty Carlos has returned to his ancestors. After all, only the vrykul of Northrend have such a tall physique, and today's humans are much smaller in physique.
But no, who dares to say that the ancestors of human beings are those barbaric Vrykul. It would be a ghost if they were not tied up and lit up sky lanterns in the square. Raistlin had no interest in dying for such a thing.
Just when the black-robed mage Raistlin was distracted, the female elf Sola continued to speak.
"And you, little boy, you also want to ask the Archbishop. The reason is to let your sister see if your left hand is okay."
In an instant, Raistlin felt a burst of electricity from his tailbone to the Tianling Gai.
"you think……"
Before he finished speaking, he only had time to put on a defensive posture, and the black-robed mage's left wrist covered with rune bandages was held by the former Elf Ranger Lord.
"Relax. From this distance, I can kill you with my nails. The fact that you don't die is my greatest sincerity."
Sola held it for about half a minute, then let go of Raistlin's hand. The black-robed mage immediately took three steps back, a magical aura flashed across his body, and applied three layers of magic defense to himself in one breath, showing that Extraordinary strength.
But what confused Raistlin was that his counterattack didn't seem to be effective.
"Are you wondering why the weakness curse didn't take effect? Of course it's because my magic resistance is much higher than you thought."
Sora laughed happily.
"Meili Dongfeng's disciple, no wonder you wear a black robe, hahahaha."
After laughing for a while, Sora added.
"By the way, I'm telling you, before I became a priest, I was also a not-so-bad magister."
The black-robed mage looked like he was facing a formidable enemy and drew out his wand.
"Calm down, little boy, your left hand must have fallen off on your own, right? So you need the power of the Holy Light to stop the spread of withering. Meri Dongfeng only studied that when his life came to an end. You are young Yes, is there anything you can’t think about?”
Sora asked with some confusion.
"Power comes at a price."
The opponent was really beyond his comprehension, so Raistlin did not make up his mind to take action. What's more, Alonsos Faol knew his details. As long as the female elf Sora was not Dalaran's law enforcer, he didn't need to go berserk on the spot.
The price of killing someone in Stratholme was too high, and Raistlin didn't want to be chased away before his goal was achieved.
"So, be my little brother."
Sora opened his arms with a holy smile on his face, just like a pious Virgin.
"ha!?"
The black-robed mage was stunned. Which song was he singing?
"If you want to change to another club, you will naturally need to form a clique. Originally, I just came to ask for your opinion, but as I talked, I convinced myself. Come with me to hang out with the guy who dances on the grave. Big sister is covering you."
Sora said the vulgar words with a serious look on his face.
At almost the same time, Carlos was so excited when he heard Brother Bald's report.
"Hey, Brother Bald, as a king, it's right to have a resounding name, right?"
Carlos asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty, of course."
Carlos' intelligence chief replied respectfully.
"Then what about the name of the snow-colored fury that stands on top of the mountains?"
Carlos continued to ask, his voice trembling.
"Excellent, Your Majesty, it suits you very well."
Brother Bald's answer was very sincere.
"So, can you tell me, what's the reason for this title of graveyard dance?"
Carlos tremblingly threw the pencil in his hand onto the map placed in the center of the table.
"You mean the white flames dancing on the enemy's graves? This was tampered with by Lord Turalyon based on the fury of the snow standing on the top of the mountains."
Brother Bald answered truthfully.
"Hehehe, hahahaha, ahhahahaha. So no one mentions my genuine version, but Turalyon's pirated version is already widely known?"
Carlos let out a deep growl at the top of his lungs.
"Your Majesty, with all due respect, there is a huge gap between you and His Excellency Turalyon when it comes to nicknames."
After Brother Bald became Carlos's personal intelligence director, he always reminded himself that honesty and loyalty are the keys to doing well in this position. (To be continued. (.com))
ps: Please explain, this is not a slap in the face from the author, but he stopped updating as soon as he said he was going to break out and repay the debt.
Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.
Originally, my grandma was hospitalized, and we agreed that my family and my aunt's family would take care of her one week at a time. As a result, just after two days of rest, my mother's asthma relapsed.
My cousin had gallstones and needed surgery. So my aunt needed to take care of my cousin and was rotated. My dad and I took care of my grandma and my mom separately.
But my dad was also in poor health, and my grandma and my mom were in different hospitals.
Until today, my aunt took over my shift and I finally went home.
Because my mother was afraid of dragging down the family, she always wanted to be discharged from the hospital and go through the procedures without anyone watching.
Although this book has achieved good results with the support of many book friends, the author is also afraid that his character will suffer if it is not updated.
But compared with family and mother, money and everything else are just a cloud.
Please give the author some time. I don't dare to mention repaying the debt anymore. I can only promise that I will never be imprisoned.
