Sulama, the lights are brilliant.

10,000 years ago, the Well of Eternity exploded, and the entire continent of Ancient Kalimdor fell into the most chaotic panic, but Elisandra used the energy of the Night Well to create a huge protective shield covering the entire city, and only saved his people.

However, the price is that the city of Sulama never sees the light of day.

This is where the name of the Children of the Night comes from.

Night Elves, elves who have fallen into the night.

For 10,000 years, the children of the night have become accustomed to such a living environment, and even regard it as beautiful, but they have suffered Carlos, a human being who has a clear day and night.

To put it simply, the jet lag can't be reversed.

Losing the reference to the alternation of the sun and the moon, eating and sleeping all rely on feeling, the end result is a disordered biological clock, coupled with the fact that the children of the night have been eating and drinking for several days, and Carlos's stupid roe deer have no moderation in eating and drinking Hesse......

It's inevitable.

Elisandro's meaning is very clear, first entertain Carlos to have fun and have fun, watch what can be shown to him first, play everything that can be played for him, and then everyone will talk about business.

Based on this principle, Talisa is simply an envoy corps of human hospitality with the standard of pig breeding.

Carlos himself is okay and knows how to be temperate, and these rough men under his command who have just experienced the war and strife take it for granted that this is the card king's reward for loyalty, and he doesn't eat bastards if he has meat!

The iron warriors, who can last for more than ten days with food and drink, only need four days to eat themselves out of the problem, which is also a kind of ability.

"Why didn't the orcs have diarrhea, it's not fair!"

"Shut up, you're embarrassed."

Thanks to Carlos Paladin's belt, the almighty Holy Light has forged the legend of the disease dispelling technique, and the treatment of water and soil is miraculous.

"Humans are really terrible, there are so many gem fragments in that Nightchild's snack platter, they dare to eat it, they are a man."

"Anyway, I only eat meat and drink wine, and I never touch strange things."

"Makes sense, makes sense."

Carlos's ears were very strong, and the gossip of his subordinates, who thought they were whispering, was so clear in his ears that it only made people want to laugh.

Well, there is no need to put on any leadership at this time, let them be.

Judging from the contact in the past few days, the Children of the Night are interested in forming an alliance.

Ten thousand years of closure have caused Surama to embark on a path of abnormal development, all production and life rely on the Night Well, and the people's dependence on magic wine is no different from the symptoms of demon addiction of the upper elves.

Although he has not yet met with Elisandro, it is not difficult to see from the conversations of Talisa and the others that the upper echelons of the Night Elves are generally aggressive.

These children of the night are serious about wanting to get back under the sun.

Although the entire Surama is closed and protected by a huge magical barrier, the news of the Children of the Night is not only closed, but rather a little unbelievable.

Whether it's about the war between humans and orcs ten years ago or the war between Firas and Silishus, the Children of the Night have something to say.

This is very unusual.

Carlos couldn't help but think of a point that Kildas had mentioned.

Archmage Elisandra is proficient in the art of prophecy.

In the past few days of eating, drinking, and playing, Carlos has an intuitive understanding of the city of Sulama, and he is even more in awe of the Cadore Empire in ancient times.

Who would have imagined that there was such a thing as a zoo in the city of the Nightchildren.

Reasonable urban zoning, perfect municipal functions, developed magical civilization, powerful war armament.

Surama, who inherited the legacy of the Kadore Empire, would have been terrible if it had not been subject to circumstances.

Yes, Carlos acknowledges the power of the Children of the Night, but he also clearly sees their limitations.

In the ancient Sulama region, there was once a priestess Tyrande. The hometown of the wind of language, where millions of night elves live.

But after the Well of Eternity exploded, the earth shattered, and Surama, who was once able to feed a million people, now struggled to support more than 100,000 Night Elves.

The Children of the Night had indeed been at peace for too long, and their caution seemed ridiculous to Carlos.

From the scale of the city, municipal facilities, water supply and many other details, Carlos had no difficulty estimating the population of Sulama, so what was the point of hiding the army?

Carlos smiled but didn't say a word.

It will never exceed 200,000 people, this is Carlos's conclusion that he is dead.

Once you touch the old bottom of the Children of the Night, it doesn't matter if you eat and drink.

Now it's time to show off Sulama's wealth, and it won't be long before you show off your military might, and then you're probably going to get to the point.

Sulama's location can be thought of as being directly south of Northrend, in the middle of the Endless Sea, across the maelstrom from Kurtilas.

Such a location, whether it is to contact the former compatriots Night Elves to the west, or to the east to contact the human forces, the physical distance is actually similar.

At a time when the Night Elves are hostile to the upper elves, it is not difficult for the Children of the Night to want to move closer to the Lordaeron Alliance.

Carlos, having come to such a conclusion, did not mind that his men were looser.

At midnight that day, Natalie brought an invitation to Carlos to participate in a "unique" martial arts meeting, which aroused Carlos' great interest.

You Night Elves really know how to play......

It's a make-up martial arts party.

This is a make-up martial arts meeting where "beauties" are only worthy of the strong.

This is a costume martial arts party that only the young lady of the aristocratic family can attend.

You children of the night bring a mask and change clothes, who is who, Lao Tzu stands tall above your two heads, is makeup useful?

Is this a door-to-door delivery?

Carlos looked at Talisa with a strange expression, completely unaware of what was going on with the brain circuits of the Children of the Night, it was not good for everyone to dance and flirt in the social place, and they had to compete?

You Night Elves are really, really good at playing......

"Your Majesty's status is noble, please choose twenty human nobles to accompany you, and be sure to appreciate the light."

After Natalie said this, Carlos, who didn't really want to participate, suddenly felt those burning eyes behind him.

It's a bit of a burnt back......

Carlos had no doubt that this was a move by the Nightchildren to probe the bottom of the alliance.

In the past few days, the old god Carlos has been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and his subordinates are acting like idiots, and the children of the night may not be able to sit still.

"I'll think about it."

"The attendants are just outside the door, ready to serve His Majesty."

After sending Talisa away, Carlos turned to look at the guys he had brought.

Sorry, they're not acting like idiots, they're just a bunch of spring orangutans.

Carlos had no doubt that if they participated in this costume martial arts, the Children of the Night would get the information they wanted.

But what does it matter.

The Lordaeron Alliance's data on paper is indeed the second strongest force in Azeroth, except for the Night Elves.

I'm not afraid of being checked at all.

"Those who have diarrhea will get out of here and lie down."

"Those who have unwrapped their armor are left to watch the night."

"The rest is given you ten minutes to decide on your own spots."

"Well, sixteen humans, and four of the Glory Orcs are also selected."

Carlos' order overjoyed the orcs.

"That, Your Majesty, isn't it only nobles who can participate, this ......"

Someone cautiously asks the question.

"It's all right, I canonize you as the Earl of Glamorgan for twenty-four hours."

Carlos said unconcernedly.