As long as you live long enough, you will always have some expertise.
Carlos found himself smaller than the Nightfallen.
It minimizes the shamelessness of these children of the night.
Diplomacy is equivalent to war.
Diplomacy precedes combat.
Why did the promised large-scale midnight sex party turn into a magic equipment exhibition?
Equipment is part of your strength, don’t play with it if you don’t like it!
In the so-called masquerade, makeup only means the reasonable use of magic equipment. Showing off force is the true purpose of the Children of the Night.
That was really stingy. Carlos motioned to his men not to queue up to deliver it.
No need to think about it, because Carlos's pretense at the welcome ceremony was a great success, and the Son of the Night saw it in his eyes and took it to heart, so he just waited.
The envoy brought by Carlos was more like a guard of honor than an envoy. It was originally going to the Realm Gate in secret. It brought all professionals, but no diplomats. This trip to Suramar was an unexpected gain. Carlos really didn't have any evil intentions. He would win over anyone he could, or just walk around and take a look.
Anyway, at this stage, humans still have the final say in the Human Alliance. There is no conflict of interest with the Children of the Night, and there is no Burning Legion army pressing down on the territory. Suramar would only deliberately turn against Carlos if he had a brain attack.
There is really not much difference between a diplomatic visit and tourism without conflict of interest.
But Carlos didn't expect that the minds of these drug-addicted old ladies (men) were not much bigger than the eyes of horses.
This is no longer a show of force, but a naked slap in the face.
Eleven human warriors wore formal attires with a defense power of greater than or equal to less than or equal to two, and held long swords made of pure steel. They were attacked one after another by the outstanding Son of the Night, who had nine plus nine and thirteen plus, and was used as a monster blaster. Carlos's patience was exhausted. Close to the limit.
Later, the Glory Orcs were provoked and asked to come together. Carlos was about to explode, but the Children of the Night talked back.
The final result can only be victory or death.
Humans have not regarded this martial arts meeting as a battlefield that is higher than their lives, they just find it boring. However, the orcs who were selected for glory have already put victory or defeat above their lives.
So Carlos stepped into the fray.
"I said, enough is enough."
The Nightborne swordsman, who still had some strength to spare, stopped teasingly, but continued to provoke the orcs with small movements.
After hearing Carlos's voice, the red-eyed orcs paused briefly and became even more crazy in their fighting spirit.
What's the point of living if you can't prove your worth?
So the Son of the Night swordsman showed a helpless expression towards Carlos, but his attack was to kill him with a sharp blade.
"I said!"
Carlos crossed the barrier of the audience at a speed beyond imagination, shattered the magic protective barrier with one punch, cut into the battlefield and kicked the orc who was seeking death, and returned the swordsman's sword to its scabbard with his palm.
"That's enough, didn't you hear?"
After being scolded sternly, the Glory Orc returned to his senses and left the arena unwillingly.
The Son of the Night's magic skills were indeed good, and the magic barrier broken through by Carlos' brute force was quickly restored, but Carlos' behavior caused a series of whispers outside the venue.
When everyone thinks they are very quiet, what is the difference between the sound and the flying of a wild bee?
"Want to fight? I'll accompany you!"
"Okay, according to the rules, you win. I'm yours tonight. You can play whatever you want."
As the swordsman spoke, he tapped his breastplate, the provocation clearly evident.
"Damn it, why did you let this crazy woman attend the ball? Why is Aluriel here! Melandus, you are derelict in your duties!"
Thalyssra, the chief arcanist who did not participate in the dance but was watching and chatting with Melandus, the chief guard of the Courtyard of Stars, recognized Aluriel immediately after hearing the swordsman speak. .
As one of the orthodox continuations of the Magical Empire of Kaldorei, Suramar relies on the arcane energy gifted by the Nightwell to still preserve its former glory thousands of years ago.
In this divided era, the Demon Swordsman is one of the Glory of the Children of Night.
The Night Fortress guards the Night Well, Suramar's energy core, and the Demon Swordsman Legion guards the Night Fortress.
Oruriel, as the daughter of a common blacksmith family, leapfrogged to join the Demon Swordsman Legion because of the appreciation of the Great Magister Elisandro. From then on, she got rid of the shackles of her status and class and rose to prominence.
At the same time, she did not live up to Elisandro's appreciation. With her extraordinary magical talent and strong body, coupled with the almost masochistic discipline and hard training, in just a hundred years, Aluriel became the leader of the Demon Swordsman Legion. Chief Magic Swordsman.
Just like now, as a magic swordsman, she did not use the power of magic at all, and relied on powerful force to defeat these war-baptized humans and orcs with only a sharp blade.
Similarly, it was precisely because Oduril carefully suppressed and concealed his own strength that Carlos, who relaxed his vigilance, allowed his soldiers to queue up one by one until the orcs came on the scene and were brutally beaten and broke out.
The other party is here to cause trouble and give you face as a human, so hold back. As for the orcs, they are just killing them to establish their authority.
"All six advisory families are involved. What can I do, Talisa?"
Melandus smiled helplessly at his confidante, "I am just the captain of the guard of the Courtyard of Stars."
"I am the Chief Arcanist, but I don't know about this!"
Talisa felt that everything tonight was so incomprehensible. She was Elisandro's right-hand man, not the six special advisers, but she knew nothing about it.
Talisa put down the magic wine in her hand, took the staff leaning against the wall, and prepared to teleport herself to the scene, but Melandus grabbed her arm.
"You...how do you know this is not what the Grand Mage meant?"
"What do you want to say?"
Talisa looked at Melandus in confusion.
"Isn't everyone saying that Aluriel is actually the Grand Magister... that, you know?"
Talisa broke away from Melandus with some displeasure.
"Captain Melandus Guards, please show some respect to the chief magic swordsman."
After saying that, Talisa left the high platform overlooking the dance.
So she didn't see Melandus' twisted expression.
"Yes, I am just the guard captain of the Courtyard of Stars, and I got this position through your relationship as the chief arcanist. What qualifications do I have to speak ill of the chief magic swordsman behind his back?"
Salas's language was brisk and melodious. The dispute between Talisa and Melandus lasted only ten seconds, and the scene of the costume martial arts competition was already close to getting out of control.
Carlos, who had no intention of having fun, was wearing a formal suit, which was not conducive to a fight, so he loosened his buttons one by one, took off his jacket, and threw it to the sidelines.
"I like to follow the rules the most. If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want. Is that okay?"
Carlos moved his shoulders to see if he could maintain his posture, and responded to the Demon Swordsman's teasing with a scornful attitude.
So Oruriel also took off his helmet and threw it aside. He tore off a piece of cloth from the lining of his skirt and used it as a headband to tie his hair.
"I'm extremely happy. It looks like I'm going to have fun tonight."
Without the cover of the magic helmet, Aluriel's true face appeared, and the scene instantly became heated, and some people even started to start trading.
"Sir Carlos..."
As soon as Talisa stepped into the masquerade venue through the teleportation device, she was surrounded by various "acquaintances" and pulled aside.
Suramar's Dusk Lily was about to explode with rage, but she heard the head of the Yuejun family whisper in his ear: "The outcome will be unfavorable for you now."
Talisa held back her anger, looked at the fanatical atmosphere at the scene, and then looked at the dignitaries and dignitaries around her, and suddenly understood something.
Suramar, who has been closed for ten thousand years, has low self-esteem and pride. They long for a grand performance of "national pride".
No wonder Grand Magister Elisandro has not shown up yet. Talisa understood that at this moment, she was standing on the opposite side of everyone present.
With this delay, Talisa lost the opportunity to rely on her identity to mediate the competition, and only heard Carlos yelling at the end.
"Give me a weapon, a weapon that can kill people!"
As a result, the atmosphere was extremely heated.
This is not a costume martial arts meeting, this is clearly a gladiatorial arena.
