Loyal, but not tempted enough. =乐=文=novel
Betrayal is just an inevitable self-interested choice.
If a person can even betray "herself", what else can't she do?
But her skin is so smooth!
When a person can even sell "herself", what else can she get?
But her scream is so beautiful!
"I asked you to stop and stop talking about politics when doing business!"
Carlos stopped his movements, straightened Sylvie's face, and said righteously.
"Those cryptic words before don't matter, but those words involving specific secrets, I can only say them in a state of excitement, otherwise they will know about it later!"
Sylvie was dissatisfied with Carlos's inactivity and took action on her own.
To be honest, Carlos felt like fucked up.
At first Sylvie said we wanted ooxx, but Carlos refused. You can't want me ooxx, I'll just be xxoo, and people will say I'm a stallion.
And after clarifying the relationship between Sylvie and Sylvie Morgan, and understanding the difference between "I" and "we", Carlos hesitated even more. The choice between root and abyss was so tangled.
But when Sylvie said that she was still a virgin, Carlos was shaken.
Complex, do you understand complex?
After actually doing it, Carlos suddenly figured out, isn't this just one thing?
She had sex with Sylvie alone, and she became sexually active for no apparent reason (I had anal sex with countless people, and it was my ancestor.
This kind of blasphemous imagination is so touching!
Carlos's mind kept echoing a dialect spoken in the Tropic of Cancer zone - I call you ancestor Banban!
There is no extended meaning at all, purely literal meaning...
Before, Sylvie told him that she was tired of the never-ending plots, calculations and killings in hundreds of years. Over the past few hundred years, especially the past one hundred years, at least three hundred thousand Dark Iron dwarves died at the hands of the Morgan Militia. Or died indirectly at the hands of Morgan's militia. However, "our" ranks have also grown by more than two hundred thousand.
"My" resentment has been released, but "our" resentment is getting bigger and bigger.
Sylvie was scared. She found it increasingly difficult to control "us."
"I don't even know if the decisions I made were my own. Can you understand that feeling?"
After listening to Sylvie's description. Carlos's face twitched a little. Why does it sound so similar to EVA's human completion? Individual consciousness surrenders to collective consciousness...
"Why me, or is there something special about me that deserves your investment?"
Carlos asked the question that concerned him most.
"Because of your status and your size. You are very suitable for me and us."
Sylvie explained:
After the orc invasion, the Kingdom of Stormwind, which the Morgan consortium relied on, fell apart and lost the support of the Wrynn family. "We" rationally came to the conclusion that the Morgan Militia alone was not enough to complete "holy revenge" and must be supported by a third party.
The support "we" need most is military support.
The dwarves in Ironforge will not risk their lives for humans, and the dwarves in Gnomeregan are too busy to take care of themselves. The only people humans can rely on are humans.
Although Anduin Lothar is a good choice, his awkward position prevents him from fully supporting the Morgan Militia. Lothar who is dedicated to the Alliance is the Lothar the Alliance is willing to support. During the war, Lothar would not be able to get strong support based on property alone, and no matter which side wins, no matter the Alliance or the Horde. The importance of the Morgan Consortium will be greatly reduced, and the possibility of Lothar playing dirty tricks on the Morgan Consortium cannot even be ruled out.
And Carlos and his Kingdom of Alterac came into "our" sight at this time.
Militant... Although Sylvie put it mildly. Carlos still heard this meaning from her words.
The militaristic Kingdom of Alterac and the Barov family in political trouble.
War always needs someone to pay for it, either yourself or your neighbors.
In this race war, there are only the living and the dead, no winners and losers. The only difference is the amount of bloodshed.
Humans, or the Alliance, cannot draw war dividends from the tribes to make up for their own blood loss, so they can only suck blood from their compatriots.
Elwyn's kingdom of Stormwind was in tatters and too far from Lordaeron. Not a good choice.
So who is left?
Only the alliance countries themselves.
When Carlos heard this, he suddenly felt a deep fear of "us".
Not because of "our" power. It’s because of “our” deep understanding of human nature.
If it weren't for this war, with the background of the Barov family. Carlos can wear the crown on his head without any worries.
However, war makes human nature fragile, and alliances that were as solid as a mountain in peacetime are fragile under the flames of war.
On the one hand, it is trapped internally and externally, and is very capable of fighting; on the other hand, the wealth accumulated for hundreds of years cannot be used, and it is short of people.
"We" think Alterac is worth investing in.
"And I, think you can help me out."
Sylvie grabbed her own throat hard, getting a different kind of pleasure from the strong suffocation, and sped up her movements, and finally lost consciousness and let out a burst of fluids.
Suffocating paly?
Playing so high?
Carlos looked embarrassed, then startled.
"Wigma, are you sure this spell works? Audition one, two, three, hey, hey, hey!"
Sylvie, who was unconscious on the ground, suddenly spoke.
"Well, I really can't contact us."
Carlos knew that people could not strangle him to death, but he did not expect that Sylvie's real purpose was to talk to him unconsciously.
"Carlos, although I'm presumptuous, I have a proposal, a deal. Do you want Arathor's crown? Do you want the power to change your destiny? Uh... I'm sorry, I'm used to the scene. If power can really change your destiny, , why should I beg you?"
Laying Sylvie flat on the bed and watching her talk as if she was dreaming, Carlos felt extremely weird.
"Although I can usually block our detection of me to a certain extent. But there are some thoughts that I don't dare to think deeply about, and some words. Some words cannot be spoken. I have used some small means to talk to you. Now I say ,listen."
Carlos feels that Sylvie, who has lost the influence of "us", is simply a tease...
Time is so precious, so you should talk about business!
"Those souls who are unwilling to die are becoming more and more greedy. They are no longer satisfied with just completing divine revenge. They are eager to return to the world and dominate the world. I feel that I can't restrain this urge to be assimilated. My power I am getting stronger and stronger. I often walk in the wild at night. Even an adult black dragon can be killed with one punch. The pleasure of power is corroding my mind. This is their strategy. When I am completely lost in the power and power . They and I will become one, and everything Yingli's grandmother did will be in vain. This time, Elune can't save me. The blood contract is endless, and I cannot be killed. So you There are two choices now. One is to kill me, burn my corpse into dregs, and scatter it in the volcanic lava. This can temporarily suppress them, but it will also weaken my sanity. You have about three months to half a year. Time to gain the trust of Hydraxia's water element, and then obtain the Contract Stone. The power of Ragnaros, the Firelord, can completely destroy it. Then Wigmar will tell you. Where is my treasure house. Morgan Consortium Three hundred years of accumulation, converted into gold coins, is worth about 350 million. I think this wealth is worth all this. The second option, help me get rid of them, I will tell you the secret of my ancestors, I will tell you Your method of immortality, sharing the wealth in the treasure house with you, and even helping you have children. Freedom, I am willing to pay the price for freedom."
Putting a blanket on Sylvie's body, Carlos left the bed and poured himself a glass of wine. He thought he needed this at this time.
Am I really the protagonist of this world?
How come I can hear such exciting information even when I’m on a business trip and having sex!
[Decision of Destiny]: The future of the world is in your hands at this moment, young man. Make your choice.
Mission completion rewards: 50,000 achievement points according to the highest completion level, and a half-price coupon in the achievement mall.
Carlos is afraid but not afraid of the "us" that Sylvie refers to. In the magical world of Azeroth, there is nothing unkillable, just a bunch of ghosts from the past.
But... Mr. System, you are trying to trick me to death!
When the sky turned white the next day, Sylvie woke up in a daze and sat half-sitting on her side.
"It seems that you have made a choice."
"Don't make trouble. You will die in my room. I can't tell you what to do later."
"Don't be ridiculous. No outsider knows that I'm here. Why do you think I chose such a place? Steve is my man. If he doesn't tell you, who knows. It doesn't matter to me what you are doing now."
After saying that, Sylvie closed her eyes again and went down.
"Without them, you are simply a child who has not grown up. You have lived in vain for three hundred years. You have nonsense strategies and plans full of mistakes. Choosing you as a teammate is simply seeking death."
"Then, leave it to me. When you complete the commission, Wigma will find you, and I will never break my promise."
"What do you want to be fucked with so much?"
Carlos looked weird.
"You don't want to help me, so that's the only way to free me."
"Well, you begged me for this."
Carlos slowly walked towards Sylvie.
"Yes, I begged you, so what's the matter with me?"
Sylvie breathed evenly, without any fear of death.
Then Carlos gave her a deep kiss.
Sylvie's eyes widened with a look of confusion on her face, then she suddenly woke up and beamed with joy.
Then Carlos bullied him.
"Wait a minute, the magic and medicine have expired!"
Sylvie was shocked by Carlos' next move.
"What's the meaning?"
Carlos straightened up and let out a low, painful groan.
"I was a virgin until yesterday. The reason is that I can crush Thorium with my bare hands..."
Sylvie said apologetically.
"No one can touch me without using special potions and weakening spells. But don't worry, I will find the best priest to treat you. It's just a break." (To be continued.)
