On the afternoon of hoeing day, sitting on the ground can absorb soil, backache and back pain, what is the pain.

Carlos didn't want to do anything when he carried Oluriel back, he wasn't interested in picking up corpses at all, he just wanted to embarrass Elisandro at the time.

But as the king of a patriarchal society, Carlos obviously doesn't know enough about feminist Sulama, and even less about the chief magic swordsman.

"Can you change your position? You're on my stomach. ”

In fact, it didn't take long for Oruriel to wake up.

So Carlos was a little embarrassed.

"I can't."

"Okay, willing to gamble and lose, you can play as much as you want tonight."

Orurel snorted indifferently and drew a circle with his finger behind Carlos' back.

So, in a rage, Carlos spent the night drawing a map of the Qingming River.

"Are you Sulamar women so casual?"

After the incident, Carlos, who was in the state of a sage, did not speak with a brain, and regretted it before he could say it.

But Oururel didn't seem to care.

"Isn't it a matter of course to be willing to gamble and lose? I don't have a husband. ”

It makes sense, Carlos felt speechless, girl, respect you for a man......

After two battles, although his body was exhausted, his spirit was inexplicably excited, and Carlos, who was not sleepy at all, began to talk to Orurel about Sulama and the Children of the Night.

So I learned more about these blue elves.

I have to mention that Oluriel is really spoiled by Elisandro, or is too well protected, this cannonball girl really dares to say anything.

"Who really cares about the future of Surama except the Grand Magus."

Under Oruriel's description, a real Surama was enriched in Carlos's mind.

Demon addiction is not only plaguing the upper elves of Eresaras, but even with the Night Well, the Children of the Night are no exception.

After all, the Well of Eternity is so unique, so unique.

Compared with the light of the Well of Eternity, not to mention how the light of the rice grains dares to compete with the bright moon, it is not much stronger than a flashlight.

As a result, the magic wine became a must-have for the children of the night.

Therefore, the quota for the distribution of magic wine became one of Elisandro's means of controlling Sulamar City.

This reminded Carlos of a sentence: the demons of Surama existed long before the arrival of the Legion.

The class division of the Children of the Night is far more severe than that of the lords and farmers of human society.

In the world of magic, the importance of money has diminished dramatically, and it is only an accessory to power. The nobles of Suramar wield vast resources, and the commoners are vulnerable to enchanted armor and weapons, and the populace are nothing more than resources that can be moved.

In Oruruel's story, Talisa is just a superficial hypocrite, and everyone is just a greedy crocodile entrenched by the well of the night, and the children of the night are the only ones who really care about the continuation of the race.

"You know, I'm the first person in Surama's three hundred years to cross the distinction between commoners and nobles. Those who envy me call me the lucky one, and those who envy me say behind my back that I am the pet of the Grand Magus. But I don't care, I don't have the power to change it all, so I choose to follow the right people. ”

Oruriel adjusted his posture to relax a bit.

"So why are you here to provoke me?"

Carlos finally found the right opportunity to ask the question.

"Three thousand barrels of magic wine, is that enough?"

"What are you going to do with it, bath?"

Carlos didn't think that Oluriel would be short of mana wine rations, was she greedy for money?

"In Sulama, mana wine is hard currency, well, I don't know much about you humans, you can understand it as gold, gems, you can do it."

"What's your salary?"

"I'm the blacksmith's daughter."

"I'm sorry."

"I understand what you're thinking, but that's okay, it's not unheard of more vicious slander. And I'm not a white lotus like Talisa, who uses my share to help civilians at every turn. At most, I share half of my father's. ”

"You're real......"

"It's tiring to tell a lie, and a lie needs more lies to cover up, so why bother."

After a gratified rejoicing, Carlos suddenly felt that he admired Orurel a little.

"I've always been talking about Sulama, can you tell me about your human world?"

"Better than you, but not much."

"How?"

"The world of our humans is also the world of the aristocracy."

"It's not hard to understand."

"I have only two civilian generals under my command, one is the farmer's son and the other is the horseman's son."

"You're a good person."

"The main thing is a matter of education, the children of the aristocracy are indeed stronger than the commoners."

"That's right, civilians can't afford to hire a swordsmanship teacher."

"The main thing is that my country has a small population, and it is much easier for the civilians of the Lordaeron Kingdom next door to come out."

"How many people do you rule?"

"More than 800,000."

"Oh my God, so many?"

"There are more than four million people in Lordaeron."

“…… I think you're bragging. ”

"No, I'm not talking about the Lordaeron Continent, but the Lordaeron Kingdom, and the entire human race adds up to at least seven million people."

"I still think you're bragging."

"What's there to brag about, now the Eastern Kingdom is basically the sphere of influence of our humans and allies, and there are tens of millions of Night Elves in Kalimdor."

“…… Our Surama population is only 170,000. ”

Carlos looked confused, you just told me this kind of core information?

"At its peak, our population was restored to 230,000, but the supply of magic wine could not satisfy that many people, and the nobles lured the commoners of the lower city to break out into a riot, and more than 70,000 people were banished from Sulama."

"Banishment?"

"It's hypocrisy, it's better to kill them."

"Why?"

"Life is better than death. Losing the magic of the Night Well, the Children of the Night have degenerated into the Wither. Because of the false mercy of those fools, Sulama's guards suffered at least a thousand casualties every year when dealing with those arachnoid elves and witherers. ”

Chatting and chatting, I don't know who fell asleep first, and the room was quiet.

Within the magical barrier, Surama is in a state of eternal night, which interferes with Carlos and his biological clocks.

When Elisandro's invitation arrived, Carlos was still groggy in his sleep.

O'Leary woke him up.

"The Grand Magus has invited you to a feast."

"What time is it?"

"The sun should be going down soon."

Well?

Carlos looked out the window, and it was still brightly lit at night.

"I still have a mission, so I'll go first."

"Okay."

Carlos looked at Orurel, who was already fully dressed, and nodded.

"According to the gambling contract, I should be with you for twenty-four hours, but I'm going on duty."

"Hmm."

"The remaining eight hours will be made up for you when you are free."

"Huh? Yes... Well. ”

This girl is a real person.

Oruriel leaned over to Carlos' face, kissed him gently, and whispered in his ear.

"You might as well be ruthless, they're all tough guys."

With that, the magic swordsman left Carlos' room.

Carlos looked at Orurel's back and smiled self-deprecatingly.