When there is no fundamental conflict of interest between the two forces, there will naturally be a lot of love between you and me.
The night elves' most serious problem is the Qiraji in Silithus. Over the past three thousand years, many heroes and heroines have been buried in the vast desert of Silithus.
In the eyes of the night elves, Elre'Thalas was just a poor relative from afar, an old almanac worth mentioning.
It's not worth falling out with our human brothers for those guys.
Of course, it wouldn't be a bad idea if it could be destroyed easily.
But it is absolutely impossible for the night elves to bleed and die in Elre'Thalas. Those high-borne elves who have fallen for themselves are not worthy!
Therefore, the fear of learned people is actually about feeling good about themselves, which is simply called thinking too much.
As long as the highborne of Elre'Thalas can muster the courage to fight to the bitter end, their fellow night elves will never turn this corner in Feralas.
But all this was a conclusion reached by Carlos after adjusting the situation. If he didn't say it, the fear of the upper elf would not disappear. If he said it, the upper elf would not believe it.
The racial friendship in Azeroth relies entirely on the integration of hatred. The history of civilization in Azeroth is the mark of the wheel of hatred.
Who can be worthy of being taken advantage of like this?
Carlos felt that the biggest surprise in calling Daelin was that the people of Kul'Tiran were really talented in business.
With the help of the Kul Tiran merchants (military/pirates), Carlos's work of getting benefits from Elrethalas went more than twice as smoothly, and he did not offend anyone.
The problem of the Qiraji will be solved sooner or later. There is obviously something wrong with the dragon's seal. The night elves are no match for C'Thun. They can no longer suppress the insect forces for a long time.
Although the pride of the night elves can still last for at least one generation of human growth, the long-eared people's request for help is already foreseeable in the future.
Carlos didn't want to do too much and offend the upper elf too much.
This will not be convenient for future united front work.
Just give it up when it's good, these were the exact words Carlos left to Dai Lin.
The army can be withdrawn in batches in an orderly manner, but the selected upper elf craftsmen must go first.
Talent, only talent is Carlos’ real gain from this trip.
Gold, silver and jewels are just floating wealth, magic treasures are not enough for food. Only by mastering talents can we have inexhaustible wealth.
I missed the trade winds this season. The next sailing season will be three months away.
Lordaeron is in turmoil, and it's time to step up and clean up the situation.
The trip to the Realm Gate is quite successful. Velen will come to Azeroth in two years, and the Alliance will soon gather together.
The advantage is so great. If you tell me how to lose, I will ask you how to lose!
Although he understood that this idea had the effect of speaking to a spiritual level, Carlos firmly believed that it would not be poisonous if he did not say it out loud, so he still couldn't help but think of it beautifully.
So, something happened.
"what happened?"
Carlos's dissatisfaction was palpable, and he did not have the stability that a king should have.
The reason for the confrontation with the Green Dragon was because Carlos had an alternative plan.
Khadgar is indeed a genius. In terms of teleportation magic, he has single-handedly raised the theoretical level of Dalaran by several levels.
Although large-scale deployment of troops across the ocean is not a valuable option, as long as you are willing to spend money, it is still possible to bring Carlos back alone.
So Carlos directly slapped the green dragon in the face.
Now I suddenly received a report from my subordinates that there was a problem with the teleportation spell. What was going on?
"A powerful source of interference has appeared, Your Majesty."
"Source of interference? Do you think I'm a magic idiot who doesn't understand anything? The whirlpool is the biggest source of interference. Do you mean there is a second whirlpool in the Endless Sea?"
Carlos's quality was questioned three times, which directly silenced his subordinates.
"Send for Loremaster Gildas."
There are only so many reliable mages in human beings. The biggest feature of the spell casters Carlos brought to Feralas is their stability and they are quite Soviet in casting the spells they have learned. However, these intermediate mages do not have enough knowledge and talent to solve the situation at hand.
In desperation, Carlos called the Loremaster.
"It's a very clever spell model. It seems that we, the upper elves, have really been stuck in our ways in the past ten thousand years."
Gildarts paced and observed Carlos' "way home", marveling at it.
The spells passed down by the arcane masters of the Highborne Elves are not useless. In the era when the Well of Eternity still existed, it was an era of great magic in the magic world. There was no need to consider the issue of magic power. All spells only needed to be radiated outwards, so the Highborne Elves The arcanists have rich experience in macro-manipulation of magic power.
To put it bluntly, almost every upper elf spellcaster has experience in casting extremely large spells.
This is their unique advantage, which is greater than their ancestors.
However, after the Well of Eternity exploded, the source of magic that was once able to be used unscrupulously was gone, so the upper elves were depressed. However, several scholars in Elrethalas had not seen anything. After observing the taste, Gildas was very I quickly understood the composition of this teleportation spell.
"Your Majesty Carlos, don't blame your men, this is not their problem."
"Is that my problem?"
Carlos' temper was a bit out of control and he spoke irritably.
"Your teleportation spell is very exquisite. It cleverly avoids the interference of the magic power by the maelstrom. I have benefited a lot."
With the capital at his disposal, Gildarts started asking for information, but Carlos didn't answer the conversation at all and just stared at him...
"But just because it is ingenious, it is cumbersome and cannot withstand interference."
Gildas condensed an arcane spark from his fingers and activated the teleportation circle to a minimum, but after a burst of crackling, nothing happened.
The Erudite looked up to the north-northeast direction.
"It's not a maelstrom, it's another source of interference."
"you mean?"
"Your Majesty, have you heard of the Night Well?"
"Suramar?"
Carlos' head suddenly started to hurt. He was really afraid of something.
When the Well of Souls was first activated, Carlos was wondering if the Well of Night in the hands of those drug-addicted old ladies would cause any trouble. After all, they were all remnants of the Well of Eternity.
As a result, after finishing the battle of the Well of Souls, everything was as usual. You thought it was your destiny, and you have been waiting here for me for a long time?
Carlos has a big head.
Should I write a memoir when I get old? It could be called "The Battle of the Wellhead". My life is a life of fighting against the well.
By the way, there won't be any problems with the sunwell in Quel'Thalas, right?
I don’t realize it when I’m not thinking about it, but if I really think about it, there are really a lot of wells in Azeroth.
Do you want to give in to the blue dragon, or go back to the Hinterlands through the dream gate...
Carlos began to think about this problem. After all, returning by sea was not an acceptable option. He did not have the time to float on the sea and mountains for more than half a year.
But at this time, Kildas came up with a somewhat tempting plan.
"Your Majesty Carlos, are you interested in visiting the treasures of the empire?"
"What did you say?"
"I have been friends with Grand Magister Elisandro back then, and we have kept in touch for so many years. I can write you a letter of introduction."
Seeing Gildas's old face smiling like an old chrysanthemum in early winter, Carlos made a mental calculation.
"What's the price, Gildarts, what's the price?"
