"Three days! Seventy-two hours! You didn't even tell him you were his son?! ”

"Hmmm......"

Lowering his head and carefully admiring his adoptive mother's beauty, Los had mixed feelings.

Close contact with a person, from the bits and pieces of life, can see a person's quality.

The knightly king of mankind is worthy of being a model of morality.

I cringe because I admire.

Because of worship, I am confused.

And the excitement of carrying a secret.

and the deepest expectations of the heart.

All the knots are there, and Los expects his father to recognize him as his child.

But unfortunately, Carlos doesn't have the ability to resonate with blood.

So out of mixed feelings, Loes also remained silent.

The psychology of young people, Sylvanas really doesn't understand, and she doesn't want to understand, she didn't use Martian to write poetry hundreds of years ago.

"You~!"

Dragging the aria, Sylvanas withdrew the finger that was on the door of Loos's head.

There is a mother and a son, Sylvanas thought of Loth's mother, and remembered the way she hugged her thighs and wailed whenever she had trouble that could not be solved.

Forget it, when you are an adoptive mother, you have to do what you should do as a mother.

Praise the magic.

Using precise teleportation magic, Carlos' meeting with Anastarian was uneventful.

As the powerhouse of the day, Anastarian was able to penetrate at a glance the surging nature of the Light beneath Carlos's calm human exterior.

Similarly, in Carlos's eyes, what was in front of him was not a middle-aged male elf with a kind face at all, but the arcane itself.

Yes, Carlos could see Anastarian's face clearly, and even knew that his life was coming to an end.

Because Anastarian has already begun to elementalize.

The Sun King of the Queldore Elves is no longer a pure elf.

He has become the embodiment of magic.

“……”

Carlos didn't expect such a meeting with the Lord of Silvermoon City, and he couldn't find a suitable topic for a while.

"It's beautiful, the splendor of this sunwell."

"Yes."

Carlos complimented.

In fact, too bright light is no different from darkness.

Carlos could feel the terrifying energy contained in the sunwell, but there was no difference between just looking at it with his eyes and shooting it into the sky with a flashlight.

In the palace of Queldanus, Anastarian and Carlos play a pantoma.

Carlos wanted to tell Anastarian about the Cursed Sect, but was stopped by the Sun King.

"You have the right to ask of me, but I need to see your friendship."

Anastarian didn't care about any extinction crisis at all, because his life had come to an end, and conservative estimates were that at most ten years, if he did it with people, he would only go to annihilation faster.

So Carlos read his subtext.

I, Anastarian, Daddy of Kael'thas and Sun King of Quel'Salas, make money......

Even with a bigger brain, Carlos had reason to guess that Anastarian's current state was a preparation for the cleansing of Silvermoon City.

He didn't care about anything other than Quel'Thalas, and now he just wanted to pass the throne to his son and do what needed to be done for Kael'thas before he died.

It was precisely because Carlos's strength had grown by leaps and bounds to the point where he could see through it all, that Anastarian didn't bother to insult a strong man of equal strength with that gentle template expression.

Just what the doctor ordered!

"I thought I had gained the friendship of Silvermoon City...... Forget it, no problem. ”

Playing dumb riddles, who wouldn't look.

"You did gain friendship with Silvermoon City, even Kael'thas with Kael'thas. However, this does not include day-by-day riders. ”

"Is one promise enough?"

"Not enough."

"Your Majesty Anastarian, I'm a little greedy."

"Your Majesty Carlos, just sit on the ground and start the price."

"I'm no longer the generalissimo of the Alliance."

"It's okay, I've seen the son of Terenus, far less than you."

"I am his son-in-law."

"If I work hard, I can survive Terenus, and you, as long as you don't die violently, it won't be a problem to survive Kael'thas."

Carlos was suddenly choked by the old rascal's rhetoric, and sure enough, no one who could be a king was a good thing.

The essence of interest is also that of red fruits.

The confrontation was right, and it seemed to be tense, but in the end, a consensus was reached.

Both Anastarian and Carlos have some minor differences.

But I also take it for granted.

Kings are all lonely.

The strong are even more lonely.

So both Anastarian and Carlos subconsciously kept giving in.

In the end, it seemed natural that a consensus was reached.

"You will get everything you want, don't worry about any royal power and aristocratic faction, and it won't delay your big things."

"That's the best."

Because it was a transaction, Carlos didn't bother to say any hypocritical words of thanks.

"And as a father, I want to ask you."

"What?"

"Don't tell Kael'thas about this deal."

"I don't really understand."

If it were someone else, Anastarian would have ordered him not to understand the execution.

But because it was Carlos, Anastarian explained it for the first time.

"My humanity is in constant decline, my love has become less and less, and relatively, what I want to leave to Kael'thas is a perfect image."

"No problem."

Carlos agreed.

The meeting with the Sun King was easier than expected, and it didn't even involve a human deal, and Carlos breathed a sigh of relief after reaching a consensus by relying solely on the exchange of interests.

Anastarian promised to be ready within half a month, and during this half month, Carlos lived in Queldanus, in the palace of the Sunstrider family.

The High Elves' fleet is constantly gathering in the harbor, which can be seen from the observation deck of the palace.

A large amount of supplies and equipment are also being mobilized from Silvermoon City to Quildanus, and Carlos can see that Anastarian is making good on his promise.

And Carlos is also thinking about how he can fulfill his part of the agreement.

During the period, by special means, Tirio. Ferding received news that the first batch of more than 1,000 troops had been assembled, all veterans of the war, and were undergoing recovery training on the outskirts of Talon. But concealment is problematic.

Carlos received the receipt, and after a month, it was done.

Because the promises made in exchange for Anastarian were far more than expected, Carlos felt that he didn't have to wait for Kel'thugad to make the first move, and he had a chance of winning.

Therefore, the hibernation concealment considered before can be relaxed.

After all, the veins of Alterac City are in the waterways.

Previously, he had only considered borrowing a convoy from Silvermoon City, but Anastarian didn't mind lending all of his fleet to Carlos.

There are simple and violent methods to solve problems, why are they so complicated.

So Carlos told Tirio to hold on for a month.

Not only the fleet, but in the next few days, the Royal Guard subordinate to Anastarian was also massing, and Carlos even saw the formation of the Spellbreaker troops.

It seems that during the time he spent isolating himself in Queldanus, Anastarian was also having a seizure in Silvermoon City.

But what did it matter to me, Carlos didn't want to get too involved, so he didn't ask.

As a result, the day before his departure, Sylvanas came to the door.

"Okay, boy, it's hidden deep enough, it's really not easy to dig you out."

"Huh?!"

Carlos didn't understand what Sylvanas was referring to, could it be that the aristocratic faction she represented was preparing something bad?

"Don't talk nonsense, let's do it."

Sylvanas was dressed in a strong suit and drew his twin knives, while the royal elf guards beside Carlos obviously knew what was going on in front of him, and did not move, just watched.

This time, Carlos had to think more.

What does this big girl mean?

"Is there a misunderstanding here?"

Carlos was still trying to solve the problem with words, but Sylvanas had already attacked.

"After beating me, you'll know."