As long as you live long enough, you will always have some expertise.

Carlos discovers that he is a Fallen Night Elf.

Downsized the shamelessness of these Nights' children.

Diplomacy is the equivalent of war.

Diplomacy precedes battle.

The midnight large-scale ** meeting was promised, how did it become a magic equipment exhibition?

Equipment is a part of strength, don't play if you're not happy!

The so-called make-up martial arts, makeup is just the rational use of magic equipment, and showing off force is the true purpose of the children of the night.

It's really stingy, Carlos motioned to his men not to line up to deliver it.

Don't think about it, because Carlos's pretense at the welcome ceremony was a great success, and the Children of the Night saw it in their eyes and remembered it in their hearts, so they waited for it.

The envoy corps brought by Carlos was not so much an envoy corps as a guard of honor, which was originally secretly going to the boundary gate, and all professionals were brought, but no diplomats were brought. This trip to Sulama was an unexpected gain, Carlos really didn't have any bad intentions, he could win over him, and if he didn't, he just stopped and looked.

Anyway, at this stage, the human alliance is still in the hands of humans, and there is no conflict of interest with the Children of the Night, let alone the Burning Legion army, and Sulama will deliberately make enemies with Carlos unless he has a brain pump.

There is really not much difference between such a diplomatic visit and tourism without a conflict of interest.

But Carlos didn't expect that the hearts of these drug-addicted old ladies (masters) were not much bigger than horses' eyes.

This is no longer a show of force, it is a naked slap in the face.

Eleven human warriors wore ceremonial robes with a defense greater than or equal to one and less than equal to two, holding a long sword of pure steel, and one after another were used as mobs by the sons of the night who were dressed in a body plus nine chasing thirteen, and Carlos's patience was close to the limit.

Later, the Glory Orcs were provoked to ask the four of them to go together, and Carlos was already about to attack, but was pushed back by the Children of the Night.

The final result can only be no victory, rather than death.

Humans have not yet regarded this martial arts as a battlefield that is higher than their lives, they just find it boring, but the orcs who have been chosen to glorify have put victory and defeat above their lives.

So Carlos intervened on the battlefield.

"I said, that's enough."

The swordsman of the Children of the Night, who had more power to spare, playfully withdrew, but continued to provoke the orcs with small movements.

After a brief pause after hearing Carlos's voice, the red-eyed orcs were indeed even more frenzied.

What's the point of living if you can't prove your worth?

So the Swordsman of the Children of the Night showed a helpless expression at Carlos, but he shot to kill him with a sharp blade.

"I say!"

Carlos leapfrogged the audience faster than he could have imagined, shattered the barrier of mana protection with a single punch, cut into the battlefield and kicked the orcs in search of death, and returned the swordsman's longsword to its scabbard.

"Enough, didn't you hear?"

Under the sharp reprimand, the glory orcs returned to their senses and reluctantly left the fighting arena.

The magic skills of the Children of the Night are indeed good, and the magic barrier that was broken by Carlos's brute force was quickly restored, but Carlos's actions caused a burst of whispers outside the field.

When everyone thinks they are quiet, what is the difference between that sound and the flying of wild bees?

"Want to fight? I'm with you! ”

"Okay, according to the rules, you win, I'm yours tonight, you can play as much as you want."

As he spoke, the swordsman tapped his breastplate, and the teasing meaning was clear.

"Damn, how did you put this crazy woman at the ball? Why is Orurel here? Merandus, you are dereliction of duty! ”

Talisa, the chief arcanist, who did not participate in the ball, but was standing on a high place with the captain of the guard of the Courtyard of the Stars, watching and chatting, recognized Orurel as soon as he heard the swordsman speak.

As one of the canonical continuations of the Magic Empire of Kadore, Surama still preserves the status of 10,000 years ago thanks to the arcane energy of the Night Well.

In this era of separation, the Demon Swordsman is one of the glory of the Children of the Night.

The Night Fortress guards the Night Well, the energy core of Surama, while the Demon Swordsman Legion guards the Night Fortress.

Oruel, the daughter of a civilian blacksmith family, because of the appreciation of the archmage Elisandro, jumped to join the Demon Swordsman Legion, and since then he has been free from the shackles of status and class, and has risen to prominence.

At the same time, she did not live up to Elisandro's appreciation, extraordinary magical talent and strong body, coupled with almost masochistic discipline and penance, in just a hundred years, Orurel became the chief magic swordsman of the Demon Swordsman Legion.

Just like now, as a magic swordsman, she did not use the power of magic at all, and with a single blade, she relied on strong force to defeat these war-hardened humans and orcs.

Similarly, it was precisely because Oduril carefully suppressed and hid his strength that Carlos, who let his guard down, let his soldiers line up one by one, until the orcs broke out in blood.

The other party is here to smash the field and give you human face, so keep your hands, as for the orcs, they just want to kill Liwei.

"All six advisory families are involved, what can I do, Talisa?"

Merandus smiled bitterly at his confidante helplessly, I'm just the captain of the guard in the Courtyard of the Stars.

"I'm the Chief Arcanist, but I don't know about it!"

Talisa felt that it was so incomprehensible that she was Elisandro's right-hand man, not the six special advisers, and yet she knew nothing about it.

Talisa put down the magic wine in her hand, took the staff leaning against the wall, and prepared to teleport herself to the scene, but was grabbed by the arm by Myrandus.

"You...... How do you know this isn't what the Grand Magus meant. ”

"What do you want to say?"

Talisa looked at Mylandus suspiciously.

"Isn't everyone saying that Oururel is actually the one of the archmage...... That, you know. ”

Talisa was a little displeased to break free from Mylandus.

"Captain Merandus, please be respectful to the Chief Demon Swordsman."

With that, Talisa left the high platform where she could overlook the ball.

So she didn't see Mylandus' distorted expression.

"Yes, I'm just the captain of the guard of the Courtyard of the Stars, and I still got this position by relying on your relationship as a chief arcanist, so what qualifications do I have to speak ill of the chief magic swordsman behind my back."

Salas's language was light and pleasant, and the argument between Talisa and Mylandus was only ten seconds, and the scene of the make-up ceremony was close to getting out of control.

Carlos, who had no intention of having fun at all, was dressed in a dress, which was completely unfavorable to the brawl, so he loosened the buttons one by one, took off his coat, and threw them to the sidelines.

"Talk about the rules, I like it the most, if you lose, you can dispose of it, is it okay?"

Carlos moved his shoulders to see if he could pull out of the stance, and responded to the swordsman's teasing with a deceptive attitude.

Oruel then took off his helmet and threw it aside, tearing off a piece of cloth from the inner lining of his skirt and using it as a headband to tie up his hair.

"I'm so happy, I think I'm having fun tonight."

Losing the cover of the magic helmet, Oruel's true face appeared, and the scene instantly became hot, and some people even began to open the bank.

"Lord Carlos......"

As soon as Talisa stepped into the scene of the costume martial arts meeting through the teleportation device, she was surrounded by various "acquaintances" and pulled aside.

Sulama's twilight lily was about to explode in anger, but she heard the head of the Yuejun family whisper in her ear, "Now the fate is not good for you."

Talisa held back her anger, looked at the frenzied atmosphere of the scene, and then looked at these powerful dignitaries around her, and suddenly understood.

Surama, who had been closed for 10,000 years, had low self-esteem and pride, and they longed for a grand performance of "national pride".

It's no wonder that the Grand Magister Elisandro has not shown up yet, and Talisa understands that she is standing on the opposite side of everyone on the scene.

With this delay, Talisa lost the opportunity to rely on her identity to mediate the competition, and only heard Carlos shouting.

"Give me a weapon, a weapon that can cut people!"

As a result, the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Where is this makeup martial arts, this is clearly a gladiatorial arena.