What determines the outcome of a war is never magic, let alone a few weapons, but people!
Magic is a tool, weapons are tools, and people are tools too!
ah? Isn't that what you just said?
You heard wrong, people are also tools, but the more advanced ones are called tool people.
What to live for?
Of course it’s for sex!
For the ass, of course!
Ah, of course it’s for justice!
…
Daelin Proudmoore made a drunken gaffe and gave an impromptu speech that left Azeroth with the immortal "On Toolmen and Justice".
Although officials repeatedly emphasized afterward that this was fabrication, slander, and rumors, at the bonfire party where thousands of real-life macho men cheered for their admiral on the beach in Silithus, the prototype of the alliance's factional struggle had already emerged.
I am a butt party, how about you.
An artillery show greatly touched the night elves.
Although they wanted to be part of the night elf officers who watched the artillery display of the human fleet, they said that these artillery can do things that blade throwers can do just as well, and druid spells are more effective.
But in the eyes of Fandral Staghelm and other senior officials, they realized that in the far east, in the kingdom of humans, a civilization completely different from the night elves had arisen, and iron and fire were competing with magic.
This is a judgment made rationally and has nothing to do with emotions.
So the night elves just used hippogryphs to carry Daelin and his captains to the Cenarion Circle fortress to see the swarms of insects filling the sky with the afterglow of the desert sunset, and the humans all shut up.
Praise be to Elune, Silithus is too far from the Eastern Kingdoms, and the Qiraji are too close to the night elves.
Although the aliens in the sky were not the main force of the Qiraji, in the face of such overwhelming numbers, Dailin felt that humans had no way to deal with them, at least he couldn't think of any.
The night elves do, however.
Arrows rained all over the sky, druid spells were as gorgeous as fireworks, strong winds and thunder obeyed the orders of the night elves. This orthodox continuation of the ten thousand year empire used its absolute strength to seal a huge disaster away from human sight. The desert lasted for thousands of years.
honourable.
He was hungover from the carnival the night before, and his cheeks were red from the reality of Cenarion's day trip. His previous behavior of showing off his muscles now seemed so childish.
Dai Lin realized this problem.
Night elves should be humans' friends, not their enemies.
But the duck can die and its shell must be hard, how can a man say no!
"Well, this is indeed a problem. I can provide you with some help to the best of my ability..."
"Great, just because of the previous blockade by Naga Siren, our transportation capacity is tight. You see..."
It seems like... you were fooled?
Daelin Proudmoore wasn't so sure.
The general arrogance of the night elves comes from their long history, long lifespan, and immortal achievements.
Although they don't want to admit it, when humans are compared with night elves, it is obvious that night elves are more like the chosen ones.
So the night elves' pride is justified.
But there is no fool who can become a high official.
Fandral Staghelm didn't care at all about Daelin Proudmoore's showing off, he was interested in Kul Tiras' huge naval fleet.
Naga Siren's blockade regardless of losses, although the night elves achieved a very good battle loss ratio, the losses of the ships were really serious. Silithus's transportation capacity was really tight. At this time, a large-scale human fleet did not want to Real SB comes from using the method.
Watch the fireworks on Tuesday, eat less in the evening and watch the flying chicken on Wednesday, and talk about business inexplicably.
In a tight schedule, the night elves used a large number of shocking images to convince Admiral Daelin to agree to carry the sick and rotating night elves back to Auberdine via the Feathermoon Fortress by sea, and then headed south with full cargo.
All of this is for money, and the reward promised by the night elves is quite a lot when converted into gold coins commonly used in the human world.
This deal is a model of win-win. Following the admiral across the ocean, the captains are not without complaints, but they are just holding back.
But now that the night elves are footing the bill, Daelin's personal prestige is about to skyrocket.
The only question is, what about Carlos?
In a sense, Fandral Staghelm cut off Carlos' beard.
So when Daelin went to Elrethalas, he felt a little embarrassed.
Small money is so sweet, brother, you know.
"It doesn't matter. Being a man and making money is like killing your parents. How can you, a true brother, do such a thing? Give me a 20% discount on my shipping costs?"
"OK, no problem!"
The haggling behind the smile did not dilute the joy of seeing each other again after a long separation.
As the crisis in the Well of Souls was resolved and the situation in Silithus eased, the night elves began to call back their forces, and the Feathermoon Fortress in Feralas was a very important node.
The highborne elves in Elrethalas were really scared.
When Prince Tortheldrin was still alive, the people couldn't feel anything. Anyway, it was the prince who held up the sky if it fell.
Nowadays, their former compatriots may attack at any time, and the Highborne finally remembered the Kaldorei Empire back then.
Although the Highborne were the ruling class of the Kaldorei Empire, the night elves led by Malfurion were the ones who inherited the main body of the empire.
If you really call me, who is talking about legal principles with you?
Especially since the entire Feralas belongs to ancient Erethalas, and the overall road conditions are in good condition, it is really effortless for the night elves to turn around the army in Silithus.
Carlos didn't understand the panic of the upper elf, because he understood that Tyrande could make such a nonsense decision. The Long Live Girl has always been very emotional. After muttering a few words about what Elune should do, she might make up her mind to complete the Dark Night. The great unity of the elves.
But Malfurion and Fandral Staghelm, who is not crazy yet, are both qualified political leaders, and they will not attack Elre'Thalas in such a brutal way.
But what does this have to do with Carlos? He was the one who was behind the spread of panic in Elre Salas.
Just as he couldn't blame Daelin, the Admiral was making money from the night elves' transfer fees, and he, Carlos, was not making money from the war fortune of the upper elf.
Everyone's buttocks are not clean after taking off their pants, so why embarrass each other.
What's more, Daelin Proudmoore's kindness in coming thousands of miles to help him must be kept in mind.
So Carlos took Daelin to play happily for several days in the exotic Elizalas, until the admiral's baldness problem became more and more serious.
"Is it true that me running the ship for the night elves won't affect your plan?"
"It doesn't matter. With so many people, it doesn't matter how early or late it is."
"That's good. The swarm of insects that covers the sky in Silithus really scares me. It's similar to the orcs back then. The orcs are just the tide of darkness, while the swarm of insects is a tsunami of darkness that covers the sky. !”
"Get out."
Carlos waved his hand, and the upper elf maids left the bathroom. There were only two naked muscular men in the empty magic spring pool.
"You must have endured it for a long time."
Carlos asked.
"If it were anyone else, I would have stabbed you in the face, but Carlos, I believe you will give me an explanation."
"Of course, I was fighting on the front line against the tribe back then."
"Then tell me, what happened to those orcs, Carlos, convince me, otherwise the consequences will be serious."
