"I really didn't expect it to be like this."
Dandema's face showed pain.
As a member of the common class back then, Dandema was envious and jealous.
As a veteran of the War of the Ancients, Dandemar has a vested interest.
As the husband of Shandris Feathermoon, Dandemar sides with Malfurion and Tyrande.
Even though Dandema madly slandered the leader in front of Carlos, as long as he heard the call, he would definitely step onto the battlefield without hesitation.
Therefore, Dandemar's attitude towards the upper elves was indifferent.
But Dandema has not forgotten how powerful the Kaldorei Empire was back then.
The world surrenders at the feet of the night elves, Azshara can wave her hand at any place and shout - this is my kingdom.
This was once the homeland of all night elves.
However, the decline of Elre'Thalas exceeded Dandemar's imagination and touched his already blunted nerves.
"Ten years ago there were 200,000 residents, but now there are less than 50,000?"
"Well, their magic supply suddenly experienced a huge gap, and recently, this is the second time this has happened."
"Did he starve to death?"
"Will you night elves starve to death?"
Dandema was silent and regretted, feeling that he should not have asked this question.
"It's an addiction."
Carlos shook his head helplessly.
"Torcedrin is at his wits' end."
"Yes, even if he is Torcedrin."
Through Dandemar's memories, Carlos learned that Torcedrin had a very good reputation back then and was a convincing leader. Many people felt that he should be Azshara's palace steward, not Xavius. .
But precisely because Azshara's mark on Tortheldrin was too heavy, there was no room for relaxation between Elre'Thalas and Darnassus.
This is an endless loop.
Carlos vaguely remembered that in "The Game", the desperate upper elf of Elre'Thalas tried to reconcile with Tyrande, but the envoy waited outside the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus for a whole year.
If Deathwing hadn't launched a cataclysm that severely damaged the night elves' foundation in Darkshore, the Highborne's envoys might have had to wait for another century.
If I remember correctly, how many of the Highborne were left at that time?
five hundred?
one thousand?
At this moment, it is absolutely impossible for Darnassus to host so many "refugees". This is a matter of political correctness.
Therefore, Carlos's appearance plays the role of a savior to a certain extent.
He could keep the Highborne alive a little longer.
This is a ridiculous question.
Whether you want a Grand Arcanist or a commoner.
The decline of Elre'Thalas was largely due to the fact that there were too many strong men.
The magic power required by a great arcanist can be supplied to thousands of civilians.
There is no Sunwell or Nightwell in Elrethalas, and Tortheldrin, even though he was far more kind than Darth Marais and Alessandh, could not prevent the city's decline.
At least Chen Guang doesn't hate Torcedrin.
After absorbing the power of demons for tens of thousands of years, Prince Torsedrin still retains his "kind" side. This is an elf that no one can hate.
"What was your original plan?"
"Looking for two or five young men and poaching people secretly."
"What now?"
"I'm looking for a matchmaker from Erwu Zai. I want to talk to Torsedlin."
"What if it fails."
"Fight again."
As the main battlefield of the year, the damage caused by the Magic Network on Kalimdor was much more serious than that of the wild Eastern Kingdom.
Carlos has made an evaluation and found that his Alterac can theoretically accommodate around 10,000 highborne refugees.
Although I don't know the attitude of Quel'Thalas, this will be a huge force.
It's worth the risk.
If we can reach an agreement with Torcedlin, it will be a win-win situation.
The only problem is that Carlos himself knows that it's not that easy.
Rulers look at problems from a different perspective than ordinary people.
The green dragon is very efficient, and the direction from the mountains of Feralas to the Realm Gate has been found.
This great good news dispelled Carlos' inner gloom.
"Bring up camp and start the sweep."
It has been so long that the vast seas have turned into mulberry fields. Although the flying green dragon pointed out the right direction, Carlos had to follow the terrain to find his way.
This requires a huge amount of labor.
Carlos thinks ogres are good.
If you are weaker than the ogre, the ogre is a ferocious looking man-eating demon.
If you are stronger than the ogre, then the cute ogre is a little cute.
Why do the Eastern Kingdoms even dare to use orc prisoners of war, but don't dare to use ogres as labor force?
Because the farmers can't control it, and the army's supervision is laborious, the social structure of the ogres means that the big brother is the big brother, if nothing else.
Carlos doesn't care. It's obvious that in this three-acre land of Feralas, apart from the green dragon Lethorn, he should be the strongest. If any ogre is disobedient, he will be killed and eaten without forcing.
Soon, Carlos's legion had "recruited" more than two hundred ogres.
There are obviously more than just these ogres in Feralas, but there is a reply from Elrethalas.
Carlos was forced to end his fun and return to serious topics.
"Your Majesty the King, I have brought with me the Loremaster Gildas."
Dawn left Dire Maul again to meet Carlos, this time with a male elf by her side.
Sympathy is sympathy, but the attitude must be tough.
Carlos asked in a haughty tone.
"Gildarts, I asked Chen Guang the same question before, and now it's your turn. What do you want from me, and what can you bring to me."
Gildas said nothing, just looked at Carlos calmly.
After a while.
"Have you seen enough?"
Carlos restrained his arrogance and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.
"I have everything you want, I just want to see if you can give me a price that I'm satisfied with."
Gildarts seemed to have been silent for too long, and his conversation seemed very uneven.
"Oh? Everything I want..."
A playful smile appeared on Carlos' lips.
"You made too much noise and underestimated Syndra's strength. Not only Torsedrin noticed you, the devil also noticed you."
Gildas's words gradually became smoother.
He pressed his palms to signal Carlos not to have an attack for the time being, and then continued.
"It's not difficult for you to want the Highborne to serve you. Over the past ten thousand years, without the nourishment of the Well of Eternity, many people are no longer worthy of the name of Highborne. They are just civilians who can use magic. Such Highborne Is that what you want? No. What you want are those powerful mages. What you want is Syndra. Let the guy next to you explain to you, what is a savant and what is Syndra? ."
Although Gildarts spoke arrogantly, his expression was sad.
Dandema explained in a low voice in Carlos's ear: "Even in the empire period, our night elf loremasters were only in their early 100s. Those were real great arcanists, and each of them was a living library. "
"Sorry, my hearing is very good. I didn't mean it. Please forgive me. Please explain Syndra by the way."
Kildas is showing off invisibly.
Dandema's balls ached and her asshole tightened.
"Syndra, truly means the Hand of the Queen. We were Queen Azshara's most loyal subjects until she betrayed her own people."
Seeing that Dandema remained silent, Gildarts began to explain himself.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Carlos took a deep breath and silently recited "Respect the Elders and Love the Young" several times.
"The reason why I came to see you instead of reporting Chen Guang's betrayal to the prince is not because I care about your magic gems."
Gildas pointed to the morning light.
"If she didn't mind the lives of civilians in the lower city, she wouldn't have ended up like this."
Gildarts pointed at himself again.
"Just because of my identity, I will always have a share of the magic of Elre'Thalas."
Tears flowed from the corners of Gildarts' eyes.
"If you are willing to help me kill Prince Tortheldrin, I will help you get what you want, a human."
Carlos suddenly felt sick.
"And support you to become a prince?"
"No."
Gildas shook his head.
"In my heart, the prince of Elre'Thalas will always be Torcedrin."
Carlos was confused. Is this guy a traitor or a loyal person?
