It seems like it's been a bit overdone......

In order to make things easier, Carlos's only criterion for selecting his entourage is loyalty, and to put it mildly, it is to lick the dog.

Everything Carlos does is forethought.

The knight king will not make mistakes, and if he is wrong, he will be in the next big game of chess, and it is my generation that I am too superficial to understand.

Your Majesty said what am I doing, going to die? Roar, roar!

Unconditional trust is a good thing, but Carlos is only a human being, not a god, his "foresight" is just the least bad decision made after repeated choices, and his "wisdom and martial arts" are nothing more than pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger under the condition of information asymmetry. Carlos understands that he can make mistakes.

But he didn't have any friends with him who could admonish him.

Although the power is arbitrary, it is cool for a while, but even a buddy who can help analyze and analyze is also a bit of a headache.

Danderma can't be counted.

The Night Elf ruffian only had a keen sense of judgment in life-and-death battles, and in addition to being able to get along with his sister and wife, this Eresaras strategy was more like an interesting adventure for him.

Consulted Dandelmar on countermeasures, and Carlos might as well think the advice of the polymath Kildas in reverse.

Now the contradiction lies in the bottom line of greed.

For Carlos, Eresaras was a secondary target for the trip to Firas, and no matter how much benefit he received from Eresaras when the trip to the Gate was completed in a strangely smooth way, it was only an added value.

The saying that your time is very valuable is true to Carlos, and now Carlos must consider the cost of time in everything he does.

Even if you withdraw now, the benefits are enough, although it is a bit unkind to do so.

But unlike the violent demolition of the static prison, Carlos made an attempt, the magic used by Tosedlin to seal the royal library is extremely powerful, relying on his own strength, it is not impossible to destroy the sealing magic with brute force, but the difficulty coefficient has exceeded the degree of grinding the iron pestle into an embroidery needle, close to the foolish man moving mountains.

It's not cost-effective.

Trying to rely on a thousand people to empty the most essential part of an ancient city during the period of the Kadore Empire, a night elf with a population of more than one million at its peak, is simply a fool's dream.

And two thousand minotaurs will not do it.

Plus six hundred ogres still won't work.

Even if you count more than 5,000 upper-level elves***, it's still not good.

The false prosperity in front of him is nothing but the result of Prince Tosedrin's self-exile.

No one knows what Tosedlin was doing by enclosing himself and the main members of Sindra in the Royal Library.

However, killing Imotar and cutting off the supply of magic to the Royal Library, Torsedlin still ignored it and could see that as long as the elven prince made a move, it must be a big move.

So Carlos has already retreated.

But there is no way for Kildas to let him go, and even Dawn has the possibility of jumping back.

Whether Carlos will be able to withstand Torcedrin's wrath is unknown, but the elves of Eresaras and Kildas certainly cannot.

This creates an impasse.

There is no need to test Kildas's bottom line, as long as Carlos withdraws, the more than 10,000 elven troops who have always maintained a strange neutral attitude will definitely attack.

So Carlos didn't dare to be too tough.

Kildas is in charge of breaking the magical protection of the Royal Library, and Carlos is in charge of pushing the map, which is the basic agreement reached between the two sides after repeated bargaining.

And just like that, another week passed.

While the High Elves of Eresaras and their High Elf cousins of Quel'Thalas parted ways on the path of magic, it is not to say that the Arcanists of the High Elves are the waste of the Hind Age.

The High Elves have the Sunwell, the local tyrants have the gameplay of the local tyrants, and the upper elves are like the ones who innovate on the road of the arcane, and they are not immutable.

At least in the area of demon sucking, the craftsmanship of the high elves is a little rough compared to the upper elf compatriots.

What kind of ability is it to bully the mana floating dragon, the mana floating dragon is spicy and enduring, why should you suck the mana floating dragon.

Look at the craftsmanship of other upper-class elves, like wolves and tigers sitting on the ground and sucking the soil!

As time passed, Kildas became more and more impatient, and in the end, he didn't bother to pretend to be clumsy, and directly used his real skills.

A huge royal library, a tower-like fortress-like building, was completely enclosed into a whole by Thorcedrin's magic, Carlos adjusted the protection level of the blade cart to bombard, and was sucked out of a big hole by Kildas, Niu [beep].

What does this case illustrate.

Knowledge is power?

Is it difficult to prevent house thieves day and night?

From his own point of view, Carlos felt that the biggest truth was that people were forced, and so were elves.

The shadow of Prince Tosedrin's shadow hung over Errezaras, and Kildas could not bear it.

So he gathered a group of apprentices, arranged the magic array with his own hands, solidified part of the magic seal, and then sucked out a hollow. Walls without magical protection, while still strong, are no longer an indestructible barrier.

It took three full days, and more than a hundred arcanists worked tirelessly, and Tosedrin's powerful magic was finally exploited by his own people.

Carlos did not shirk, ordered his troops, and prepared to work.

"You really don't need my help?"

In just two weeks, Hamuel had obviously gained weight, and when he asked Carlos, he received an affirmative answer.

"Nope. I need you to keep the road safe. We are not facing any weeds and fish, but the elven prince Tosedrin, who stood at the top 10,000 years ago. I'll leave you with ogres, use them as you should, and don't care if they live or die. Ensure the smoothness of the retreat and suppress possible changes. And, contact your fellow citizens outside the city. ”

"You're not optimistic about this operation? Wouldn't it be better not to go. ”

"To be a man is to be honest. Would you rather be friends with a guy with no credit? ”

"But those elves are obviously cheating on you, and I, the minotaur, can see it."

"Even if they're cheating on me."

"I'll take care of the way back for you."

Hamuel. Rune Totem patted his chest in promise, watching Carlos enter the Royal Library.

There are traces of books and magic as far as the eye can see.

The figurative magic and flying books create a fantastical stage play, and Carlos and his men observe with interest the understated and luxurious interior of the upper elven royal library of Erezaras, selectively ignoring Kildas's anxiety.

What about people?

Ah, no, what about the elves?

Where are all the upper elven arcanists in Sindra?

The Royal Library was once a library, but after the explosion of the Well of Eternity and the substantial break between Erezaras and Darnassus, it became the residence of Prince Thorcedrin and the political and magical center of Eresaras.

The Royal Library, which was supposed to be guarded by three thousand upper elves, was empty at this time, and it looked ghostly and eerie, full of unknown fears.

"Are you kidding me? Master Kildas, can those ivory towers hold thousands of people? ”

Carlos came in worriedly, watching the show with a look of fascination.

"I'm afraid that His Royal Highness the Prince used some magic to hide his traces."

Kildas took Carlos to where Torcedrin was supposed to be, only to pounce on the air.