When there is no fundamental conflict of interest between the two forces, it is natural that you and I will love each other a lot.

The henchmen of the Night Elves are in Silishus, the Worm of Chira, and many heroic sons and daughters have died in the vast desert of Silishus for three thousand years.

In the eyes of the Night Elves, Eresaras is nothing more than a poor relative from afar, an old yellow calendar that is not worth mentioning.

For those guys, it's not worth turning the other cheek with your human brothers.

Of course, if you can easily extinguish it, it is not impossible.

But it is impossible for the Night Elves to shed their blood and die in Eresaras, and those high-class elves who are willing to fall are not worthy!

So the fear of polymath is actually a feeling good about oneself, which is simply thinking too much.

As long as the upper elves of Eresaras could show the courage to fight against the odds, their fellow Night Elves would not have turned this corner in Firas.

But all this is the conclusion that Carlos came to after adjusting left and right, he didn't say, the fear of the upper elves would not go away, he said, the upper elves would not believe it.

The friendship of the races of Azeroth is all based on the fusion of hatred, and the history of civilization in Azeroth is the car mark of the wheel of hatred.

Who is this kind of injustice worthy of!

Carlos felt that the biggest surprise of calling Dahlin was that the people of Kurtila had a really good talent for business.

With the help of the Kurtiras Maritime Merchants (Army/Thieves), Carlos was able to reap the benefits of Eresaras more than twice as smoothly, and he was not offended.

Sooner or later, the problem of the Zermen will be solved, the dragon's seal is obviously in trouble, and the Night Elves are no match for Cthun, and they will not be able to suppress the Zerg forces for a long time.

While the pride of the Night Elves can sustain at least one generation of human growth, the long-eared people's pleas for help are already for the foreseeable future.

Carlos didn't want to do too much and offend the upper elves too much.

This is inconvenient for future united front work.

Take it when you see it, this is the original words that Carlos left for Dalin.

The army can be withdrawn in batches in an orderly manner, and the selected high-level elf craftsmen must go first.

Talent, only talent is the real harvest of Carlos's trip.

Gold, silver and jewelry are just floating wealth, magic treasures are not enough to eat, only by mastering talents, can there be inexhaustible wealth.

If you miss this season's trade winds, the next voyage season will be three months later.

Lordaeron is weird, and it's time to step up and clean things up.

The trip to the Boundary Gate was a complete one, Veron was coming to Azeroth in two years, and the Alliance Heavenly Circle was about to gather.

If you tell me how to lose with such a big advantage, ask me how you lose!

Although he understood that this idea had the effect of words, Carlos was convinced that he would not poison milk if he did not say it, so he couldn't help but think beautifully.

So, something happened.

"What's going on?"

Carlos's dissatisfaction was palpable, and there was no steadiness in the steadiness of a king.

Shake your face with the green dragon because Carlos has an alternative.

Khadgar was indeed a genius, and when it came to teleportation magic, he single-handedly raised the entire theoretical level of Dalaran by several notches.

Although a large-scale transfer of troops across the ocean is not a valuable option, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can still take Carlos back alone.

So Carlos directly slapped the green dragon in the face.

Now I suddenly received a report from my subordinates that there was a problem with the teleportation spell, and this is going to make a fuss.

"A powerful source of interference has emerged, Your Majesty."

"The source of interference? Do you think I'm a magical idiot who doesn't know anything? The Maelstrom is the biggest source of interference, and you mean there is a second Maelstrom in the Endless Sea? ”

Carlos's quality was questioned three times, which directly silenced his subordinates.

"Send for Kyldas, the polymath."

There are so many reliable mages in human beings, and the biggest characteristic of the spellcasters brought by Carlos to Filas is stability, and they are quite Soviet for casting the spells they have learned, but these intermediate mages do not have enough knowledge and talent to solve the current situation.

In desperation, Carlos called Erudito.

"It's really quite an ingenious spell model, it seems that our upper elves have indeed been a little complacent in the past 10,000 years."

Kildas paced Carlos' "way home" and was amazed.

The spells handed down by the arcanists of the upper elves are not useless, in the era when the Well of Eternity still existed, it was the era of the magic world, there was no need to think about the problem of magic, all spells only need to diverge outward, so the arcanists of the upper elves have rich experience in the macro manipulation of magic.

To put it bluntly, almost every upper elf spellcaster has experience in casting super-large spells.

This is their unique advantage, and their ancestors have been broad.

However, after the Well of Eternity exploded, the source of magic that could once be used unscrupulously was gone, so the upper elves fell, but several polymaths of Eresaras had not seen anything, and after observing the taste, Kildas quickly understood the composition of this teleportation spell.

"Your Majesty, don't blame your men, it's not their problem."

"That's my problem?"

Carlos's temper was a little irrepressible, and he spoke impulsively.

"This teleportation spell of yours is very subtle, and it cleverly avoids the interference of the maelstrom on the magic power, which has benefited me a lot."

With the capital he could handle, Kirdas began to drag the text, but Carlos didn't answer at all, just stared at him......

"But because of ingenuity, it's cumbersome and can't withstand interference."

Kirdath condensed an arcane spark from his finger and activated the teleportation circle at a minimum, and after a crackling, nothing happened.

Erudito looked up in a north-northeasterly direction.

"It's not a maelstrom, it's another source of interference."

"You mean?"

"Your Majesty, have you heard of the Well of Night?"

"Sulama?"

Carlos's head instantly ached, he was really afraid of something.

When the Well of Souls was activated, Carlos wondered if the Well of the Night in the hands of those drug-addicted old ladies would make some trouble, after all, they were all remnants of the Well of Eternity.

As a result, after the battle of the Well of Souls, everything was as usual, and I thought it was my destiny, so I waited here for a long time?

Carlos has a big head.

Is it that when I get old, I will write a memoir, the name of which can be called "The Battle of Jingkou", my life is the life of the well.

By the way, there won't be anything wrong with the sunwell over there at Quel'Thalas, right?

I don't think I think about it when I don't think about it, but if I really think about it, there are really a lot of wells in the whole of Azeroth.

Do you want to find the blue dragon to admit it, or go back to Hinterland through the gate of dreams......

Carlos began to think about this problem, after all, returning by sea was still an unacceptable option, and he did not have the time to drift in the sea and mountains for most of the year.

But at this time, Kildas came up with a somewhat tempting plan.

"Your Majesty Carlos, would you be interested in visiting the treasures of the Empire?"

"What did you say?"

"I've been friends with the Grand Magister Elisandro back then, and I've kept in touch for so many years, and I can write you a letter of introduction."

Seeing Kildas's old face smiling like an old chrysanthemum in early winter, Carlos thought about it in his heart.

"What the cost, Kildas, at what cost?"