"On point!"
"Really pretty..."
The moon was lacking light, and under the statue of the Moon God, the two rough men had lost their macho face.
To digress a little bit, let’s briefly compare the four main spirits that exist in the world today.
Excluding the spider shape of the Shal'dorei and the snake-like body of the Naga Siren, those who truly inherited the civilization of the Elf Kaldorei Empire are the night elves of Darnassus and the Nightborne of Suramar, who mainly live in Erreshara. The high elves of Sri Lanka, and the high elves of Quel'Thalas.
The beauty of the night elves is the perfect harmony of nature and wildness, and it is the grace given by God.
The beauty of the Nightborne is the continuation of the most orthodox Kaldorei culture, which is luxurious and complicated.
Carlos couldn't appreciate the beauty of the high elves, couldn't describe the beauty, couldn't comment on it.
The beauty of the Highborne, that is truly pure beauty, it just looks good.
Logically speaking, the predecessor of the high elves was the upper elf.
But for a long time, Dathmare led his people to wander in the endless sea, suffering from magic addiction. It was not until the Sunwell was rebuilt that the problem was solved.
During this long process, the physical degradation of the high elves compared to their close relatives, the high elves, was obvious.
Smaller size and shorter lifespan.
The upper elves are different. Although they rejected Malfurion's proposal, the upper elves who still adhere to the arcane way are still essentially night elves, and the Dragon King's blessing still affects them.
Although compared with the night elves in Darnassus, the high-level elves in Elrethalas have fairer skin, without the healthy color of violets, and their bodies are thinner and slightly shorter, but they are full of fairy spirit. Childish.
The key is that this upper-class elf didn't even comment on her protruding figure when she came to the appointment, but her face was pretty good-looking.
It’s not embarrassing to show off your pig-like appearance, this is called knowing how to appreciate beauty!
It's all the moon's fault...
Carlos wanted to throw the pot to the moon, but found that today was the night of the waning moon.
It was all this old gangster Dandema who taught me bad things...
This is a good reason.
"You are not a prophet..."
The upper elf woman suppressed her inner nervousness and tried to communicate first before deciding on the next response.
"I can save you."
Carlos used the holy light to draw Medivh's mark to prove his identity.
"Is this... the smell of holy light? How could the prophet have a priest as a follower?"
Ah……
Look, what is the taste of the upper elf?
This is the smell of fire, the three-thousand-year-old flame spirit of Huoyu Mountain, passionate, unrestrained, and a bit spicy.
This is the smell of frost, the ten thousand-year-old ice of the North Sea, the loneliness that freezes everything, and is suitable for a quiet taste when one is alone.
The smell of lightning is wild and unruly, maybe it's wind and electricity... No, it has the softness of thousands of twists and turns, and it should be mixed with some water and electricity.
This arcane taste, after tasting the Well of Eternity, everything I taste is so boring. Elune, forgive my greed.
The taste of this holy light is a bit sweet...
"You are wrong on two counts. First, I am not a pastor, and second, I am not a follower of the prophet."
Carlos' pretentiousness in front of the beauty had the opposite effect. The upper elf woman directly took a fighting stance to deal with the possible conflict.
Then, big eyes stared at small eyes, embarrassed.
"Hey, hey, speak clearly, you're scaring others."
Dandema quickly smoothed things over.
"Okay, let me introduce myself again. My name is Carlos Barov. I am a paladin. Remember, I am a paladin, not a priest. In addition, the prophet you mentioned has gone to the star realm to find hope in order to save the world. He The preparations for staying in Azeroth are now inherited by me. You can consider me his successor or heir."
"You talk a lot of nonsense."
"Pfft, hahahaha."
Dandema burst out laughing, unable to straighten her back.
"No, this is not nonsense. The basis of cooperation is integrity."
"I apologize, then you call me because you want to get something, and what can I get."
Although Carlos didn't have the ability to talk things out of his mouth, he still had some skills with words, and he quickly smoothed things over.
"May I have your name?"
"Morning light."
"..."
Carlos glanced at Dandema, who also stopped joking and straightened up to think.
"I haven't heard of it. It might be a name or a title."
"Okay, Miss Chenguang, let's change the order of your questions. What do you want from me, and what can you give me? This is not a perfunctory temptation, I just want you to understand that I am more valuable than you think. It’s much more. I allow you to sit down and raise the price.”
After testing it to the end, Carlos suddenly straightened his chest and exuded a spirit of sacrifice.
"All I want is magic power. As long as you can provide magic power, I will give you whatever you want."
Chen Guang slowly walked to Carlos step by step, her eyes filled with emptiness.
Carlos stretched out his hand to stop Dandema, signaling him not to have an attack, and then slowly stretched out his hand to touch Chen Guang's forehead, and the holy light flowed calmly into the dry body of the upper elf.
Dandemarmo counted one hundred and thirty-two, and Carlos withdrew his hand.
"If this is your strength, then it is obviously not enough. Although the Holy Light can relieve the hunger and thirst of the body, it cannot fill the hole in the soul."
Chen Guang shook his head helplessly.
This was not beyond Carlos' expectations.
After drinking Pepsi for ten thousand years, you suddenly switch to drinking Vita lemon tea, otherwise you will not adapt.
Carlos took out a black velvet bag from his waist, loosened the rope, and lifted the bottom upside down. The magic gems sparkled and fell to the dust.
"I said, I have much more money than you think."
Chen Guang's eyes seemed to be filled with magical brilliance.
She turned to Dandema and said.
"My compatriot, can you leave for a while. (I'm begging you)"
This is a sentence pattern similar to a proverb. Dandema was a little shocked, but she seemed to have some understanding.
After thinking for a moment, he looked at Carlos.
Carlos also thought about it and felt that the upper elf morning light in front of him could not threaten his life, so he nodded.
Dandema quickly hid her figure in the dark night.
"If you want to say anything alone with me, just say it."
Carlos waited for the other party to make an offer, while Chen Guang slowly took off his clothes.
"What's the meaning?"
Carlos looked at Chen Guang's chest, his eyes slowly moved down, but he asked dissatisfiedly.
Carlos, in king mode, only cares about interests and established goals. Chen Guang's answer made him very dissatisfied.
The value of that bag of magic gems can last for two months in the best romantic place in Quel'Thalas.
Carlos felt that if Chen Guang was not mentally retarded, he would be insulting himself.
"I said, you give me magic power, and I'll give you everything."
Looking calmly into Carlos's eyes, Chen Guang knelt down half a step away from Carlos.
Chen Guang added while unhooking Carlos' crotch protector.
"The situation in Elrethalas is worse than you imagine. To be honest, you gave me too much, and I simply can't refuse."
