It's never magic that determines the outcome of a war, let alone a few weapons, it's people!

Magic is a tool, weapons are tools, and people are tools!

Yes? Didn't you just say that?

You heard it wrong, people are also tools, but the advanced ones are called tool people.

What do you live for?

For **, of course!

For the ass, of course!

Ahh

……

DAI Lin. Prodmore was drunk and lost his words, and his impromptu speech left Azeroth with an immortal "On Instrumental Man and Justice".

Although the official throat repeatedly emphasized that this was a fabrication, slander, and rumor-mongering, on the beach of Silisus, at the bonfire party where thousands of real macho men shouted and cheered for their admirals, the rudiments of the alliance party struggle had already appeared.

I'm an ass party, what about you.

A cannon fire show that touched the Night Elves a lot.

Although I wanted to be a part of the Night Elf officers who watched the human fleet's artillery fire show, they said that these cannons can do things like blade cars, and druid spells are more effective

But in Vandal. In the eyes of the deer helmet and other high-level officials, they realized that in the far east, in the realm of mankind, a civilization completely different from the night elves had emerged, and iron and fire were competing with magic.

This is a judgment made by reason, and it has nothing to do with feelings.

So the Night Elves just used the Hippogriff to carry Daelin and his captains to the fortress of the Council of Cenarion to see the swarm of insects reflected in the afterglow of the desert sunset, and the humans shut up.

Kudos to Elune, Silisus is too far from the Eastern Kingdoms, and the Zerg are too close to the Night Elves.

Although the xenomorphs in the sky were not the main force of the insects, in the face of this overwhelming number, Dai Lin felt that there was no way for humans to deal with it, at least he couldn't think of it.

However, the Night Elves do.

With a rain of arrows, fireworks-like druid spells, winds and thunder at the behest of the Night Elves, the orthodox continuation of this 10,000-year-old empire has used absolute strength to seal a great calamity away from the sight of humans in a desert for thousands of years.

Respectable.

The night before's hangover, slapping his cheeks red from the reality of Cenarion's day trip, and the previous flexing of muscles now seemed so childish.

Dahlin was aware of the problem.

Night Elves should be friends, not enemies, of humans.

But a duck can die, the beak shell must be hard, how can a man say no!

"Well, that's really a problem, and I can help you all I can......"

"Great, it's just because of the blockade of the Naga Siren before, our capacity is tight, you see......"

It seems like...... Fooled?

DAI Lin. Prodmore wasn't quite sure.

The prevailing arrogance of the Night Elves stems from a long history, a long lifespan, and immortal exploits.

Although I don't want to admit it, humans are on a par with the Night Elves, and it is obvious that the Night Elves are more like the Chosen One.

So the pride of the Night Elves makes sense.

But there are no fools who can be big officials.

Vandall. Deer Helmet didn't care about Dai Lin at all. Prodmoor's show-off, he fancy the huge naval fleet of Coultiras.

Naga Siren's blockade regardless of losses, although the night elves played a very beautiful battle loss ratio, but the loss of ships is really serious, and Silishus's capacity is really tight, at this time, a large human fleet, not wanting to use it is the real S.B.

Watch fireworks on Tuesdays, eat less at night, and sit on flying chickens on Wednesdays, inexplicably talking about business.

After a tight itinerary, the Night Elves used a lot of impactful graphics to convince Admiral Dalin to agree to take the Night Elves' wounded and sick personnel and rotational personnel by sea, passing through the Feathermoon Fortress and heading south with a full load of goods.

All of this is for money, and the reward promised by the Night Elves translates into gold coins that are common in the human world, which is really a lot of money.

This deal is a model of a win-win situation, following the admiral across the ocean, the captains are not without complaints, but just holding back.

But now that the Night Elves are paying the bill, Dalin's personal prestige is about to rise to heaven.

The only question, what about Carlos?

In a sense, Van Dahl. The deer helmet intercepted Carlos's beard.

So when Dalin went to Erezalas, he was a little embarrassed.

Small money, real sweetness, brother, you know.

"It doesn't matter, being a person with money is like killing your parents, true brother, how can you do such a thing? My side of the freight, give me a 20% discount? ”

"Okay, no problem!"

The bargaining with the knife hidden in the smile did not dilute the joy of reunion after a long absence.

With the resolution of the crisis in the Well of Souls, the situation in Silitus has eased, and the forces of the Night Elves have begun to pull back, and the Feathered Moon Fortress in Firas is an important node.

The upper elves of Eresaras were really scared.

When Prince Tosedlin was still alive, the people didn't feel anything, and the prince was on top of it when the sky fell anyway.

Now, the former compatriots may come over at any time, and the upper elves finally remember the Kadore Empire back then.

Although the upper elves are the ruling class of the Cadore Empire, the Night Elves led by Malfurion are the ones who inherit the main body of the empire.

If you really call it, who is talking to you about the law.

In particular, the entire Filas belonged to Ancient Eresaras, and the overall road condition was good, and it was really not difficult for the Night Elves to turn a corner in the army of Silisus.

Carlos didn't understand the panic of the upper elves, because he understood that Tyrande might have made such a decision, and the long-lived girl had always been very emotional, muttering a few words about what Elune should do, how to do it, maybe he made up his mind to complete the great unification of the night elves.

But Malfurion, as well as Vandal who wasn't mad yet. Deer Helms are qualified political leaders, and they would not attack Eresaras in such a brutal manner.

But what does this have to do with Carlos, the panic spread of Erezaras was already behind him.

Just as he couldn't blame Dalin, the Admiral was making the Night Elves' relays, and he, Carlos, wasn't making the High Elves war money.

Everyone takes off their pants and buttocks are not clean, so why embarrass each other.

Not to mention Dai Lin. Prodmore's love for thousands of miles to help is to be remembered.

So Carlos took Daelin to the exotic city of Eresaras for several days, until the admiral's baldness problem became more and more serious.

"I really don't affect your plans by running a ship for the Night Elves?"

"It doesn't matter, so many people, it doesn't matter if it's a few days earlier or a few days late."

"That's good, mainly in Silisus, the swarm that covers the sky really scares me, similar to the orcs of the past. Orcs are just a tide of darkness, and the swarm is a dark tsunami that covers the sky and the sun! ”

"Let's get out."

Carlos waved his hand, and the maids of the upper elves left the bathroom, and in the empty pool of magic spring were only two naked, muscular men.

"I've put up with it for a long time."

Carlos asked.

"If you change someone, I will meet you with a knife, but Carlos, I'm sure you'll give me an explanation."

"Of course, I was on the front line against the Horde."

"Then tell me what's going on with those orcs, Carlos, convince me, or the consequences will be serious."