Suramar, brightly lit.
Ten thousand years ago, the Well of Eternity exploded, and the entire ancient Kalimdor continent fell into the most chaotic panic. Only Elisandro used the energy of the Night Well to create a huge protective shield covering the entire city, and was able to save his life. people.
However, the price is that the city of Suramar will never see the light of day.
This is why the name Son of the Night comes from.
Nightfallen elves, elves who fell into the night.
Over the course of thousands of years, the children of the night have become accustomed to such a living environment, and even regard it as a beautiful thing. However, it is a pain for Carlos and other humans who can distinguish between day and night.
To put it simply, the jet lag cannot be reversed.
Without the reference to the alternation of the sun and the moon, eating and sleeping all rely on feeling. The final result is a disorder of the biological clock. In addition, the children of the night have been serving delicious food and drinks for several days, and the stupid roe deer under Carlos have nothing to eat. control……
Embarrassment is unavoidable.
Elisandro's intention was very clear. He would treat Carlos to a meal and have fun first, show him everything he could see, and have fun with everything he could, and then everyone could talk about business.
Based on this principle, Talisa is simply entertaining human missions with pig-raising standards.
Carlos himself is okay and knows how to exercise restraint. These rough guys under him, who have just experienced the war and disputes, take it for granted that this is King Card's reward for loyalty, and they will not eat the bastards if they have meat!
It took only four days for the Iron Warriors, who could last for more than ten days to eat wind and drink dew, to make themselves sick. This is also a skill.
"Why didn't the orcs have diarrhea? It's not fair!"
"Shut up, it's so embarrassing."
Thanks to the Paladin Carlos, the almighty Holy Light has created the legend of healing, and it has miraculous effects in treating acclimatization.
"Human beings are really scary. They dare to eat so many gemstone fragments on that Son of the Night snack platter. What a man."
"Anyway, I only eat meat and drink wine, and I will never touch weird things."
"It makes sense, it makes sense."
Carlos had a very strong ear, and the stupid chatter that his men thought they were whispering in a low voice was clear and unmistakable in his ears, which only made people want to laugh.
Forget it, there is no need to show off as a leader at this time, just let them do what they want.
Judging from the contacts in the past few days, the Children of the Night are very interested in forming an alliance.
Tens of thousands of years of isolation have caused Suramar to embark on a path of abnormal development. All production and life depend on the Night Well. The people's dependence on magic wine is no different from the symptoms of the upper elf's magic addiction.
Although they have not yet met with Elisandro, it is not difficult to find from the conversations between Talisa and others that the upper echelons of the Nightfallen elves are generally enterprising.
These children of the night are serious about returning to the sun.
Although the entire Suramar is sealed and protected by a huge magic barrier, the news about the Children of the Night is not only not blocked, but also incredibly well-informed.
Whether it's about the war between humans and orcs ten years ago or the war between Feralas and Silithus, the Nightborne can comment on it.
This is very unusual.
Carlos couldn't help but think of something Gildas had mentioned.
Grand Magister Elisandro is proficient in prophecy.
After eating, drinking and playing in the past few days, Carlos had an intuitive understanding of the city of Suramar, and he was even more in awe of the Kaldorei Empire in ancient times.
Who would have imagined that there is such a thing as a zoo in the city of the Children of the Night.
Reasonable urban zoning, perfect municipal functions, developed magic civilization, and powerful war armaments.
Suramar, who inherited the legacy of the Kaldorei Empire, would be terrible if it were not controlled by the environment.
Yes, Carlos recognized the power of the Children of the Night, but he also clearly saw their limitations.
The ancient Suramar region was once the hometown of the priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, where millions of night elves lived.
But after the Well of Eternity exploded, the earth shattered and everything changed. Suramar, which was once able to support a million people, is now struggling to support more than 100,000 nightfallen.
The Children of the Night have indeed been at peace for too long, and their petty thoughts seem childish and ridiculous to Carlos.
From the city-scale municipal facilities, water supply and many other details, it is not difficult for Carlos to estimate the population of Suramar. What is the point of hiding the army?
Carlos smiled but said nothing.
The population will never exceed 200,000. This is the conclusion that Carlos is dead.
Once you get to know the son of the night, it doesn't matter what you eat or drink.
Now it's time to show off Suramar's wealth, and soon it'll be time to show off its military might, and then it'll probably get down to business.
Suramar's location can be basically considered to be directly south of Northrend, in the middle of the Endless Sea, across from the Great Maelstrom and corresponding to Kul Tiras.
From such a location, whether you want to contact your former compatriots night elves to the west, or contact human forces to the east, the physical distance is actually the same.
With the Night Elves hating the Highborne, it is not difficult to understand why the Nightborne would want to move closer to the Alliance of Lordaeron.
After Carlos came to this conclusion, he didn't mind if his men were looser.
At midnight that day, Natalie brought an invitation, inviting Carlos to participate in a "unique" martial arts meeting, which aroused Carlos's great interest.
You Nightfallen elves are really good at playing...
This is a costume fight.
This is a costume martial arts competition where "beauty" only belongs to the strong.
This is a costume martial arts competition that only young ladies from noble families can participate in.
You children of the night, who are you, put on a mask and change into a set of clothes? I'm standing over you two heads. Does makeup help?
Is this a delivery to your door?
Carlos looked at Talisa with a strange expression. He didn't understand what was going on with the brain circuit of the Night Child. It was not good for everyone to dance and flirt in a social place, but they also had to compete in martial arts?
You nightfallen elves are really good at playing...
"Your Majesty has a distinguished status. Please select twenty human nobles to accompany you. Be sure to honor them."
After Natalie said this, Carlos, who originally didn't want to participate, suddenly felt the burning eyes behind him.
A little back burn...
Carlos had no doubt that this was a move by the Children of the Night to find out the details of the alliance.
In the past few days, the old god Carlos has been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and all his subordinates have been acting like idiots. The Son of the Night may not be able to sit still.
"I will think about it."
"The attendant is right outside the door, ready to serve His Majesty."
After sending Talisa away, Carlos turned around and looked at the guys he had brought.
Sorry, they're not acting like idiots, they're just a bunch of gorillas.
Carlos had no doubt that as long as they participated in this costume martial arts competition, the Children of the Night would definitely get the information they wanted.
But what does it matter?
The Alliance of Lordaeron's paper data is indeed the second in Azeroth and the strongest force after the night elves.
Not afraid of anyone checking at all.
"Those who have diarrhea, go and lie down."
"Those who have taken off their armor remain on watch for the night."
"I'll give you ten minutes to decide your spot."
"Well, there are sixteen humans, and four of the Glory Orcs will be selected."
Carlos's order made the orcs overjoyed.
"Well, Your Majesty, isn't it true that only nobles can participate? This..."
Someone raised this question cautiously.
"It's okay. I will make you the Earl of Glamorgan for twenty-four hours."
Carlos said nonchalantly.
