Sulama has a well-developed public entertainment industry, and at least Carlos was happy when he visited the zoo, which gave him a very new sense of familiarity.

It's a pity that the current Nightchild didn't catch the Tyrannosaurus.

Don't hide the flaws, at least I haven't heard of the High Elves of Silvermoon City doing anything like a zoo.

The royal garden of Lordanlun's old father-in-law's house is also a number of harmless rare birds and beasts, both in number and breed, which are several grades inferior to the zoo in Sulama.

It seems that the upper echelons of the Children of the Night still have two brushes in the direction of satisfying the happiness of the people at the bottom.

But when it comes to private entertainment, Nightchild is nothing new.

Not only is there no novelty, but it is a little annoying.

Turning over and over is not just the way people play with people.

After entering the second phase of the negotiation with Elisandro, Carlos had a lot of free time to experience life in Sulama City.

After the Archmage completed the internal ideological integration of the Children of the Night, the nobles' attitude towards Carlos suddenly improved.

So after a lot of extravagance, Carlos felt more and more that the Children of the Night were unreliable.

Had it not been for Elisandro's strong suppression, the magical city would have crumbled from its foundations.

Under the repression and peace and abundance, the sharpness of social contradictions has not been smoothed out, but brutally pressed.

How do you say that?

Oh yes, the demons were rooted in Surama long before the arrival of the Burning Legion.

Carlos, as a diplomatic emissary, did not have many ways and positions to reach out to the people at the bottom of Sulama, but relying on observation and speculation and the clichés of the reception aristocracy, Carlos had a general understanding of the social structure of the Children of the Night.

Then there is no need to kill time anymore.

Before the showdown with Elisandro, Carlos accepted Talisa's invitation to hunt.

Carlos has a good sense of Talisa, is sensible, self-disciplined, and is a good choice as a friend.

But as a political ally, Talisa is not qualified, she has a perfect tendency for naïve romanticism, and she is always proud of her status.

This is the Achilles' heel.

But what does it have to do with me.

The plan for the hunt was to head north.

To the north of Sulamar was their Magic Distillery, where the regular army of the Children of the Night had been swept over and over again, and there were no large beasts worth fighting Carlos for.

But further north, the cliffs near the sea are inhabited by some storm dragons.

Carlos was intrigued.

Guarded by the Demon Swordsman, what was originally a hunt turned into a flashy arena, and even the ferocious and cunning Demon Blade Panther could not hurt the Chief Arcanist's guests even a bit.

"Your Majesty Carlos, there is no honor in this hunt."

The Glory Orc said to Carlos.

"Guests should look like guests, so let's relax."

Carlos was pleased with the wilderness.

Steeped in magic, the wilderness of Surama has a very different flair to Lordaeron, and it's a great experience to stop and see along the way.

Coupled with the fact that Talisa explained to Carlos the things around Surama with her vast knowledge, Carlos admired the strong knowledge of Sulama's chief arcanist.

The only regret is that the traces behind this hunt are too heavy and have lost the flavor that should have been.

Carlos could roughly guess from the unnaturalness of Talisa's words and deeds that this invitation was probably a political mission, but why Elisandro would spend himself on Sulama was a big puzzle.

But don't worry too much, at least Carlos doesn't think his life is in danger, and in the current situation, the Children of the Night have no reason to persecute him.

Then enjoy yourself and have a lot of fun.

Most of the dragon's journey is on the avenues paved by the Children of the Night, and it travels at great speed.

But even then, it is necessary to spend the night in the wild.

Leaving behind the arcane canopy that shrouded Sulama, the concept of the alternation of day and night was renewed, and the joy of sunrise was even more moving.

Although the Children of the Night live in Surama of the Eternal Night, they are not afraid of the sun, which surprises Carlos.

After a simple wash, the combination of humans, orcs, and children of the night, who were so large that they didn't look like a hunting party at all, hit the road again.

In the city of Sulama, inside the Night Fortress, after taking Carlos away, Archmage Elisandro is preparing for an important magical ritual.

To do this, the Archmage will need to pump all the energy of the Night Well to meet the demands of this magical ritual, which will leave Sulama's magical defenses unobscured.

The secrets of the Night's children could not be exposed to other races, so Elisandra ordered Talisa to plan such an ill-timed hunt.

When the Grand Magus launched this ritual, the mighty magic of the Well of the Night seemed to be overstretched, and under the cover of the arcane canopy, the landscape of Sulama that never darkened the night one by one.

The magic that had been supplying the entire city was quickly converging in the Night Fortress along the magic passage buried underground.

Surrounded by the energy of the majestic Well of Night, the Archmage Elisandra stepped into the midst of this arcane torrent, urging the Eye of Amansur, the true lord of the Children of the Night once again choosing to spy into the future for the sake of the continuation of the race.

Not even the need for prophetic magic, Elisandra was able to make the right judgment based on the knowledge he had accumulated over the years———— Sulama's Children of the Night were in decline.

The people need more magic and materials, the ruling class needs more benefits, and the children of the night need a wider living space.

None of this is a problem.

The problem is that the Night Elf relatives of the Children of the Night don't think so.

Carlos' arrival opened the eyes of the Archmage to another possibility, abandoning the possibility of Kalimdor embracing the Eastern Kingdoms.

But this choice is also fraught with uncertainty.

The Lordaeron Alliance is similar in size to the Kadore Empire, and if it is not carefully weighed, a rash alliance will leave Surama with no room to maneuver.

So the Archmage needs guidance from the future.

This isn't the first time Elisandra has peeked into the future, and with the help of the Eye of Almansur, magical rituals are being carried out safely and securely.

The only difference between this magic ritual and the previous ones is probably that in the underground of Sulama, in the magic corridor that is the hub of magic power, two figures, one large and one small, are sneakily moving forward.

"Lord Chromie, why can't we properly apply to enter Sulama and go down the sewers? It doesn't smell good. ”

Stella Gosa couldn't remember the first time she had complained.

But as a blue dragon in the baby dragon stage, Stella Gossa is no match for the adult bronze dragon Chromie.

Obviously, Grandpa explained the task of leading Chromie to Surama to contact the Children of the Night, and inexplicably under Chromie's obscenity, he became to assist her in infiltrating Surama.

It's fascinating, how did all this happen naturally?

Stella Goussa couldn't figure it out.

Although the Blue Dragon and the Children of the Night have not interacted frequently, the two parties have not had a conflict of interest so far, and Senagos and Elisandro have known each other for more than 10,000 years.

Why drill down the drain like a rat?

Stella Gossa has a lot of grudges.

"What is this?"

"What a strong energy fluctuation!"

With his strength, and Little Star, with his racial talent, almost simultaneously sensed the energy of the Dark Well riot.

"Alright, you can go."

With such a clear convergence of magic as a signpost, Chromie decisively crossed the river and demolished the bridge to indicate that Stella Goossa was no longer needed.