You can never be too careful when dealing with Torcedrin.
This is Carlos's style.
Please note, treat, not deal with.
Hearing is likely to be false, and seeing may not be true. He has heard a lot of legends about Prince Torsedrin, but Carlos is not willing to preconceptions about him as an enemy before actually communicating with him.
Killing Immortal and cutting off the supply of magic power to Elrethalas is the first step. Clearing out the demon infiltration in the lower city is the second step. Next, it’s time to push the blame.
The current obedience of the Erethalath elves is largely the result of internal divisions of opinion.
Just like the more than 10,000 city guards who stood still, like the "mob" who held a clear-cut banner and resisted tenaciously.
It has to be said that the invasion of the Horde was a disaster and a fortune for the countries of Lordaeron. At least when Carlos dealt with the complicated social sentiments in Elrethalas, most situations had a sense of deja vu. .
The material life of the upper elves is really not poor.
At least there is no shortage of daily necessities.
Even with the addition of more than 2,000 tauren and more than 700 ogres, Elrethalas can still easily meet their needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
What?
Where are the more than a thousand humans under Carlos?
In the face of the food intake of minotaurs and ogres, what else should we consider the volume of human stomach bags!
Being smart...
Look at our King of Knights, His Majesty Carlos, the great and upright spokesperson of Azeroth. He never tries to be smart.
Hunting satyrs, collecting ancient relics, recruiting people, living and drinking, and never letting go of rabbits.
"Your Majesty Carlos, have you not forgotten Syndra's conditions for allowing you to enter Ere'Thalas?"
"of course not."
"Then when will you do it?"
"After I meet with the other three respected Loremasters."
"You are forcing someone to do something difficult! His Royal Highness Prince Torsedrin has closed the Royal Library."
"You make an agreement with me, and I will negotiate terms with you. This is fair. Master Gildarts, the person you want me to face is the Elf Prince Torsedrin. He can't even provide basic information. You want me to To die?"
Carlos' tone was light, but the accusation was very harsh.
"You just killed Immortar not long ago, you..."
Gildas's compliments couldn't touch Carlos' G-spot at all, and he interrupted the scholar's words rudely.
"Is a useless dog that has been imprisoned by your Prince Tortheldrin for ten thousand years worth showing off?"
"..."
Gildas was not a dull person who was not good at words, but he had expectations for Carlos and did not want to ruin the relationship between the two parties with eloquence, so he had nothing to say for a while.
One hundred thousand elves really want to "defend their homeland", so Carlos, his tauren friends and ogre slaves can only hate them all and stay in Elrethalas as fertilizer.
However, Elrethalas was not united at this time, and there were even huge differences within the ruling class.
So why is Carlos worried? The emperor is not worried and the eunuch is worried?
After so many years, the immature young man back then has long become a political veteran. He is not in a hurry, not at all.
After the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the environment of Azeroth's Leyline has changed, and coupled with the improvements in the new generation's magic skills represented by Silvermoon City and Dalaran over the years, the arcana system of Elre'Thalas really has no The Highborne themselves thought it was so valuable.
But it is rare to find someone who is easy to learn magic.
As a human descended from the Vrykul, the racial magic talent is really incomparable to that of the upper elves who have been nourished by the Well of Eternity for tens of thousands of years.
No matter what Prince Tortheldrin really thinks in his heart, he essentially treats the common people of Elrethalas as a burden.
Otherwise, such a thing as a blood sacrifice would never happen.
As a safe zone, Elre'Thalas also restrained the resistance consciousness of these elves.
Through these few days of talking about the earth and the earth, Carlos discovered the most basic problem.
That is, the thoughts of the entire upper elf tend to be gloomy and pessimistic.
As glorious as the Kaldorei Empire once was, how depressing Elre'Thalas is now.
Dissatisfaction and anger are gathering, but they are far from reaching the point of exploding.
Even if Carlos broke in with the tauren and ogres and effectively occupied the city, this level of stimulation was not enough to intensify the outbreak in Elrethalas.
Carlos not only did not stop the private connections, but instead fueled them.
It was an indisputable fact that he couldn't move Ere'Thalas empty.
If he wasn't prepared to burn down this ancient city, Carlos would have no choice but to carry the big ones like a blind bear tearing off corns.
If you directly give benefits, the upper elves will even suspect that the human type has good intentions.
But put another way, what about paid immigration?
The people of Elrethalas, who are gradually disappointed, are not willing to live somewhere else.
Although they don't understand how humans came to Feralas, they don't know much about the relationship between the Eastern Kingdom and the Alliance of Lordaeron, and they don't know that the orcs are nothing.
But I still understand what immigration means.
I have to say that the name Cenarius is really useful. Even ancient cities like Elrethalas and even old people like the upper elves can still take advantage of the old deer man's face-bearing ability.
To sum it up, "Give my eldest brother Cenarius some face. Believe me, Carlos is a good man."
The matter of paid immigration was being discussed in private. Many human soldiers were harming the elf "little girl" and so on. As long as they didn't force them, Carlos didn't bother to care.
It's okay to accept property as a guarantee, and if you're a skilled worker, that won't be a problem.
In the lively nonsense, at least three thousand upper-class elves were moved.
Although this number is nothing compared to the population of 100,000 in Elrethalas, Carlos is not recruiting destitute coolies, but the wealthy class who are poaching the upper elf.
"What about the civilians?"
After Chen Guang finished serving Carlos once again, she was getting dressed while trying to get a promise.
"Those are your people. You can't help but expect me?"
This was not the first time that Carlos had done this ruthless thing, and he no longer had any psychological burden.
He is the king of Alterac, not the elf prince of Elre'Thalas. If he is asked to shoulder the future of the high elves, Carlos thinks that his small body is not strong enough.
In this way, Carlos was dealing with the demons in the city, especially the lurking Sartre, while raking in benefits and doing who knows whether it should be called legal introduction of overseas talents or illegal immigration to sell piglets, and began to transfer the harvest.
"Dandema, how are you?"
Carlos is really self-aware now. There are too many good things in Elre Salas. Just relying on him and his big soldiers, it is probably no different from the Eight-Nation Allied Forces. These things still have to be done professionally.
"As expected of the ancient city back then, there are so many good things."
Dandema led his men, euphemistically called a scout team, but in fact they were doing search work.
The mother ship can absorb the mother ship, and the night elves know the details of the upper elves.
In the exuberant and false prosperity, Kildas couldn't help but build Carlos.
"Dear Your Majesty, you have not forgotten who the real owner of this city is, right?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten, it's you Highborne Elves."
Carlos smiled gently.
"It's Prince Tortheldrin!"
Kildas is on the verge of breaking out.
"Everything you get now is part of our original agreement. I will not interfere, but don't forget, as long as Prince Tortheldrin takes action, none of your men will be able to leave Elrethalas alive! "
"So you're telling me to leave quickly?"
Carlos said in a tone that was close to teasing.
"you……"
"Who is breaking the agreement? I thought I had proven my worth, but you are still treating me like a fool."
"His Royal Highness the Prince has closed the Royal Library, and I can't contact anyone else at all."
"Not getting information is itself information."
Carlos shook his head. This generation of high-level elves is really not good.
