It is indispensable to have the heart of harming others or not.

Carlos came to Firas to gain advantage and increase his library, and he was ready to fight the Legion in a fatigue battle, and there was no reason to trap himself in it.

I won't take risks just because the upper elves are good-looking.

So I can only do the work of showing and say I'm sorry.

"I need time to prepare, and I think you need to do it too."

Carlos said.

The polymaths expressed their understanding, but Chenguang was a little unacceptable.

"There will be a blood sacrifice tonight, we ......"

"Enough, this is our own business, this is Prince Tosedrin's decision. We couldn't have asked for more. ”

Kildas interrupted Morninglight's plea.

For Carlos, or the human forces, the ruling class of the upper elves believes that they are forces that can be cooperated, traded and utilized. Even the declining Eresaras still has enough foundation to casually pull out an army of 1,000 people to wipe out Carlos.

This is also the confidence that Kildas is willing to negotiate a deal with Carlos.

There are two reasons why they are helpless against Prince Tosedrin.

For one, the prince's personal strength was far superior to that of a polymath.

Second, Erezaras's army remained loyal to their prince.

So Carlos, an unexpected army, became the key to breaking the game for Kirdas and others.

As soon as Prince Tosedlin falls, Eresaras's internal social problems are no longer unsolved.

But unlike the polymaths, Chenguang is too deep into the play, and she only sees the suffering of democracy.

There's no help left, and if the problem of addiction is not solved, everything will be nothing.

High up in the Arcanist class, the Sindras who rule Eresaras don't put the people first.

This is the essential contradiction between Chenguang and Kildas.

"Erudito, I want to stay, please help me cover up."

Chenguang stood beside Carlos and made the choice to take sides.

Kildas's look of disdain flashed, but he wanted to understand something, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's okay if you don't look at it. Then, Your Majesty Carlos, let Chenguang be the contact. Let us know when you're ready. ”

"No problem."

Carlos nodded calmly.

Needless to say, everyone is a smart man, and Kirdas did not continue to point out that in the day less Prince Thorcedrin will be even stronger. And Carlos didn't sit on the ground, after all, in less than a day, Erudito's hole cards will be one point less.

"What exactly are you in Herresaras?"

After seeing Kildas leave, Carlos asks Morning Light.

"I am a Sindra priest, a priest who does not receive the gaze of the goddess, a priest who does not feel the light, an unqualified arcanist."

The voice of the morning light was full of pain.

You'll have so much......

Carlos suddenly understood why the Holy Light could not satisfy the upper elves.

Because they have been drinking the demonic power for a long time, they seem to have developed a resistance to the Holy Light.

Blood elves can absorb Lu Jie's gluttony, and the upper elves are made by moths.

"Come with me first."

Returning to the camp with the morning light, Carlos quietly contacted Modra.

"Is there a spell that can open a portal between Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom, it doesn't need to be permanent, it can teleport my army over."

Carlos explained his intentions directly.

"Yes, I won't."

Even if Modra's voice was distorted by the magical communication that crossed the Endless Sea, the mockery was still thick to the point of dregs.

"Who will?"

"Medivan and his mother."

"Do you have the contact information of Lord Egwene?"

"I still have a signed photo of Lord Egwene, do you want to see it?"

"Give some constructive advice."

"Magic can do anything, but magicians have limits to their abilities, that's what I give you."

"Very pertinent."

"Given your good attitude, I'll give you another honest hint."

"Please."

"The materials consumed for this magic communication are worth about two thousand four hundred gold coins, please reimburse me half of them when you go back."

Modra forcefully disconnected from Carlos.

For a "shadow" of Modra's status, Carlos really doesn't have much restraint now, don't think about expecting her to speak well to herself, it's good to be able to do things well.

Since Modra said that it can't be done, it is estimated that it really can't be done.

In the current era of rapid development of magical technology, it should be possible for the Archmages of Dalaran to spend money to build a permanent portal from Quel'Thalas, the northernmost part of the Eastern Kingdom, to the southernmost Cape of Thorn Valley.

But the matrom at the center of the Endless Sea interfered with the arcane energy too much, and it was probably really beyond their ability to teleport from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor.

To conquer Erezaras with a thousand men, Carlos had not yet become arrogant to this point.

By the standards of the Alliance, a legion is 3,600 men, and without three legions and the corresponding logistical supplies, Carlos will definitely not tear his face with the Erudito and forcefully intervene in the affairs of Eresaras.

Because the gains outweigh the losses.

Originally, I thought that a thousand people would be more than enough to reap the benefits, but the wealth is moving, and in the last "peaceful" years of Azeroth, Carlos was really tempted by the "fat" of the hammer of doom.

So he decisively gave the order.

"Increase the encirclement and suppression of ogres, suspend the exploration of the boundary gate, concentrate all forces, and prepare for war."

"Our manpower has been dispersed, Your Majesty, if ......"

"Give the weapons back to the ogres and let them participate in the encirclement."

"This ......"

"Tell them that those who run away are killed, and those who are lazy cut and eat meat, I said!"

"Yes."

Although his subordinates were a little worried about Carlos's decision, seeing that Carlos was strong-willed, he could only drive him to carry out the king's orders.

That night, Morninglight knelt down in the moonlight and prayed to Elune all night, but received no response from the moon god.

Carlos sighed helplessly.

Is this a good thing?

There are 10,000 fewer elves in Heresalas.

Such a large-scale blood sacrifice did not cause a riot, and Prince Tosedlin was indeed a character.

"Because of the onset of demon addiction, life is better than death."

Chenguang gave the most realistic answer to Carlos's doubts.

For the sake of magic, even your own life can be sold, let alone someone else's.

With all his might, Carlos completed the distance that would have taken two days to complete in three hours, and took a shortcut back to the gate of the dream.

"Your Excellency Lethorne, I would like to ask to see Cenarius."

Allowing Carlos to lead a thousand people through the Emerald Dream is already the limit of the Green Dragon's patience, this is the favor that Illanicus got by selling his old face in front of the Green Dragon Queen Ysera, even if Carlos wants to reason with Lethorne, it doesn't make sense.

So, Carlos decided to talk to the big guy who was out of specs.

"Your Excellency Cenarius has been waiting for you for a long time."

To Carlos's surprise, Lethorne uttered something astonishing.