"Three days! A whole seventy-two hours! You didn't tell him that you were his son?!"
"Um……"
Lowering his head and carefully admiring his adoptive mother's beauty, Los had mixed emotions.
Only by getting in close contact with a person and tasting the little things in life can you see a person's quality.
The human knight king is worthy of being a moral model.
Cringe out of admiration.
Confused because of worship.
And the excitement of carrying a secret.
And the deepest expectations in my heart.
Lin Lin is always entangled with Loss hoping that his father will recognize him as his child.
But unfortunately, Carlos does not have the ability to resonate with blood.
So out of complicated feelings, Los also remained silent.
Sylvanas really didn't understand the psychology of young people, nor did she want to understand it. She stopped writing poems in Martian script hundreds of years ago.
"You~!"
Drawing an aria, Sylvanas withdrew her finger from Los's forehead.
It is true that like mother, like son, Sylvanas thought of Los's mother, and how she would hold her thigh and cry when there was trouble that could not be solved.
Forget it, as a foster mother, you have to do something that a mother should do.
Praise the magic.
Using precise teleportation magic, the meeting between Carlos and Anastarian seemed uneventful.
As a powerful man in the world, Anastarian could detect the surging Holy Light essence beneath Carlos's calm human appearance at a glance.
Similarly, in Carlos's eyes, what he saw in front of him was not a middle-aged male elf with a kind face at all, but the arcana itself.
Yes, Carlos could see Anastarian's face clearly and even knew that his life was coming to an end.
Because Anastarian has begun to elementalize.
The Sun King of the Queldorei elves is no longer a pure elf.
He has become the embodiment of magic.
"..."
Carlos did not expect that the meeting with the Lord of Silvermoon City would be like this, and he couldn't find a suitable topic for a while.
"It's beautiful, the radiance of this sunwell."
"Yes."
Carlos complimented.
In fact, there is no difference between overly dazzling light and darkness.
Carlos could feel the terrifying energy contained in the sunwell, but seeing it with his eyes was no different from shooting a flashlight into the sky.
In the palace of Quel'Danas, Anastarian and Carlos were playing riddles.
Carlos wanted to tell Anastarian about the Curse Cult before, but was stopped by the Sun King.
"You have the right to make demands of me, but I need to see your friendship."
Anastarian doesn't care about the crisis of annihilation at all, because his life has come to an end. A conservative estimate is that it will be ten years at most. If he fights with others, it will only lead to annihilation faster.
So Carlos read his subtext.
I, Anastarion, the father of Kael'thas, the Sun King of Quel'Thalas, make money...
Even with a little more imagination, Carlos has reason to guess that Anastarian's current state is preparation for cleaning Silvermoon City.
He no longer cares about things outside of Quel'Thalas. Now he just wants to pass the throne to his son and do what needs to be done for Kael'thas before he dies.
Precisely because Carlos's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the level where he can see through all this, Anastarian is too lazy to use that gentle template expression to insult a strong man of equal strength.
Just what I wanted!
"I originally thought that I had gained the friendship of Silver Moon City...but forget it, no problem."
Who doesn't know how to play riddles?
"You do gain the friendship of Silvermoon, even Kael'thas. However, this does not include Sunstrider."
"Is a promise enough?"
"not enough."
"Your Majesty Anastarian, you must be a little greedy."
"Your Majesty Carlos, you are just asking for the price."
"I am no longer the general marshal of the alliance."
"It doesn't matter. I have seen Terenas' son, and he is far inferior to you."
"I am his son-in-law."
"If I work harder, I can survive Terenas to death, but as long as you don't die suddenly, it won't be a problem to survive Kael'thas."
Carlos was suddenly choked by the old gangster's words. As expected, anyone who can be the king is not a good guy.
The essence of interests is also red.
The exchange of ideas seemed tense, but in the end a consensus was reached.
Anastarian and Carlos both have some small differences.
But it also feels natural.
The king is lonely.
The strong are lonelier.
So Anastarian and Carlos subconsciously kept making concessions.
It seemed natural to finally reach a consensus.
"You will get everything you want, and you don't have to worry about the royal aristocrats, they won't delay your important events."
"So best."
Because it was a transaction, Carlos didn't bother to say any false words of thanks.
"At the same time, as a father, I want to ask you for help."
"What?"
"Don't tell Kael'thas about this deal."
"I don't quite understand."
If it were anyone else, Anastarian would have ordered him without understanding the execution.
But because it was Carlos, Anastarian explained it for the first time.
"My humanity is constantly declining, and my love has become less and less. On the contrary, what I want to leave to Kael'thas is a perfect image."
"no problem."
Carlos readily agreed.
The meeting with the Sun King was easier than expected. It didn't even involve favor transactions, and a consensus was reached based solely on the exchange of interests. Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.
Anastarian promised to be ready within half a month, and during this half month, Carlos lived in Quel'Danas, in the Sunstrider family's villa.
The fleet of high elves is constantly gathering at the port, which can be seen from the observation deck of the villa.
A large amount of supplies and equipment are also constantly being mobilized from Silvermoon City to Quel'Danas. Carlos can see with the naked eye that Anastarian is fulfilling his promise.
And Carlos is also thinking about how he should fulfill his part of the agreement.
During this period, through special means, Tirion Fordring received news that the first batch of more than a thousand troops had been assembled. They were all veterans and were undergoing restorative training on the outskirts of Darrow County. But concealment is problematic.
Carlos will give you a receipt and it will be fine if you wait a month.
Because the promises exchanged for negotiations with Anastarian far exceeded expectations, Carlos believed that he did not have to wait for Kel'Thuzad to make the first move and that he had a chance of winning.
Therefore, the dormant concealment previously considered can be relaxed.
After all, the pulse of Alterac City is on the waterway.
Previously, they only considered borrowing a transport fleet from Silvermoon City, but it turned out that Anastarian didn't mind lending the entire fleet to Carlos.
There is a simple and violent way to solve the problem, why make it so complicated?
So Carlos told Tirion to hold on for a month.
Not only the fleet, but also the Royal Guards belonging to Anastarian were gathering in the next few days. Carlos even saw the organic Spellbreaker troops.
It seems that during these days of isolating himself in Quel'Danas, Anastarian was also having a seizure in Silvermoon City.
But what does it have to do with me? Carlos didn’t want to get involved too deeply, so he didn’t ask.
As a result, Sylvanas came to the door the day before leaving.
"Okay, kid, it's hidden deep enough. It's not easy to dig you out."
"Um?!"
Carlos didn't understand what Sylvanas was referring to. Could it be that the aristocratic faction she represented was preparing something bad?
"Stop talking nonsense and let's do it."
Sylvanas was dressed in a smart outfit and drew her double swords, while the royal elf guards beside Carlos obviously knew what was happening and did not move, just watching.
This time, Carlos had to think more.
What does this big girl mean?
"Is there any misunderstanding here?"
Carlos still tried to solve the problem with words, but Sylvanas had already attacked.
"You will know after you beat me."
