"Hey, Reslyn, have you made your decision?"

The female Queldore elf Sora blocked the black-robed mage on a secluded street corner.

"What decision?"

The black-robed mage didn't have a good impression of the female elf, but he stopped out of the mage's cultivation, and the corners of his eyebrows couldn't help but tremble.

"Wooing King Carlos of Alterac!"

Sora clasped her hands on her chest, setting off her majestic breasts even more eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't received any invitations to meet with His Majesty Carlos, let alone solicit anything."

Leslin nodded, signaled that he had something to do, and prepared to leave.

As a result, Sora blocked his way.

"Come on, who doesn't know that the big bald goose with the spirit of a thief is Carlos. Barov's spokesman. Are you sure you haven't been solicited by the bald head? ”

The female elf had a mocking smile on her lips.

"Well, it's no secret. Yes, Sir Falling Goose has spoken to me. However, what does this have to do with you? ”

The black-robed mage's patience was gradually draining, and he didn't know how long he could endure the female elf in front of him.

"Of course, because we're the same kind of people."

Sora suddenly looked very happy.

"I'm sorry, I'm a purebred human, and I'm not the same breed as you Queldore Elves."

Leslin couldn't help but show a mocking look, and then found that he had lost his temper, and soon returned to his expressionless state.

"You don't understand, I don't blame you, after all, you're just a child."

Sora nodded as a matter of course, not caring at all about the black robed mage's forehead pain and exposed green tendons.

"If nothing else, I'll leave first, ma'am."

The black-robed mage couldn't figure out the depth of this female elf. He had no intention of causing trouble in Stratholme, and finally decided to avoid trouble.

However, Leslin didn't want to get into trouble, and trouble got his way.

The female elf jumped in front of the black-robed mage who turned around and was about to leave.

"Well, I'm not going to guess riddles with you. Let's be clear, both of us have a request for Alonsos. The outliers of Archbishop Fao. And both are by the greater heterogeneous Carlos. The man whom Barov has his eye on. So, I'd like to hear from you. ”

Sora put away the banter on her face and showed a serious look.

“……”

The black-robed mage was thinking about something, but didn't say anything.

"I, ah, used to be a priest, but then I found out that even if I became the main priest, I couldn't change anything, so I changed my career to become a ranger, anyway, our elves have a long life. As long as you are willing to take the time to learn something, you can always learn something. As a result, I found that mixing up with the Ranger Lord in time did not help to fulfill my ideals, so I was confused, indulgent, and inexplicably branded as an anarchist. After being banished from Silvermoon City, I traveled to Stratholm to relax, and as a result, I witnessed the formation and development of the Paladin. It dawned on me that this profession was a perfect fit for me. Originally, I died begging for nothing to put Alonsos. Faao was annoyed, and finally got to the side to hear Xi's qualifications. As a result, he regretted his death. Although the Paladin this profession is Alonsos. Fao developed, but almost all paladins admit that the strongest man in the world is Carlos. Barov, and even the Holy Light Canon of the Knights of the Silver Hand, copied the book "Who the Light Shines" written by King Alterant last year. So, I'm very excited. It doesn't seem like a bad thing to follow that atavistic guy. ”

Listening to what Sora said a lot, Leslin was unmoved, because the female elf was talking nonsense throughout, and there was no substance at all. It's all about sensationalism with tone and tone.

Except for brushing herself off and hacking His Majesty Carlos by the way, the female elf barely had any words to say.

But the mage's scholarly heart was at odds, and Leslin was a little distracted.

Although there are different opinions on the origin of mankind, all researchers basically agree that Lordaeron is not the earliest homeland of mankind. Therefore, as the mainstream theory, the migration theory is divided into two major conjectures, one is that the human ancestors migrated from Kalimdor; Another theory is that human ancestors came from Northrend.

With the deepening and development of research, more and more evidence points to the second type, that is, the human ancestor came from Northrend. And the circumstantial evidence of the Queldore elves also denies the Kalimdor migration theory that they came from there.

Therefore, it seems that it is not an exaggeration to say that His Majesty Carlos is atavistic to his ancestors, after all, only the Viku people in Northrend have such a tall physique, and the current human beings are much smaller in terms of physique.

But no, who would dare to say that the ancestors of mankind were those savage Viku people, and it would be hellish not to be tied up and light sky lanterns in the square, and to die for such a thing, Reslin was not interested at all.

Just as the black-robed mage Leslin was distracted, the female elf Sora continued to speak.

"And you, little boy, you also have to ask the archbishop, why, let my sister see if your left hand is good."

In an instant, Leslyn felt a burst of electricity rush from the tail vertebrae towards the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Do you want to ......"

Before he finished speaking, he only had time to assume a defensive posture, and the wrist of the black-robed mage's left hand wrapped in rune bandages was held by the former Elven Ranger Lord.

"Relax, at this distance, I can poke you to death with my fingernails, and your failure to die is my greatest sincerity."

Sora shook it for about half a minute, let go of Leslin's hand, and the black-robed mage immediately took three steps back, a magical aura flashed on his body, and he applied three layers of magical defense to himself in one breath, showing his extraordinary strength.

But to Reslin's bafflement, his own counterattack didn't seem to be effective.

"You're wondering why the Curse of Weakness didn't take effect, did you? Of course, it's because my magic resistance is much higher than you might think. ”

Sora laughed happily.

"Merry. Winter Wind's apprentices, no wonder you want to wear a black robe, hahahaha. ”

After laughing for a while, Sola added.

"By the way, before I became a priest, I was a not-so-bad magister."

The black-robed mage looked like he was facing a great enemy and drew his wand.

"Calm down, little boy, your left hand should have played with itself, right? So you need the power of the Light to stop the spread of the wither. Merry. Winter Wind studied that at the end of your life, you are young, what can't you think of? ”

Sora asked, a little confused.

"Strength comes at a price."

The other party really couldn't figure out the depth, so Reslin didn't make up his mind to do it. Not to mention his own sub-fine Alonsos. Fao knew that as long as this female elf Sora was not Dalaran's enforcer, she didn't need to run away on the spot.

The cost of killing people in Stratholme is too great, and Reslyn doesn't want to be thrown into hiding before his goal is achieved.

"So, let's be my little brother."

Sora opened her arms and smiled holy, like a pious Madonna.

"Huh!?"

The black-robed mage was stunned, which one is this singing?

"If you want to change the club, you naturally need to form a gang, I was just here to ask for your opinion, but I persuaded myself to say that. Come with me to that grave jumping guy, big sister covers you. ”

Sora uttered a foul face with a serious face.

And almost at the same time, Carlos listened to the report of the bald brother, and he was almost jumping.

"Now, bald brother, as a king, it's right to have a resounding name, right?"

Carlos asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty, rightfully so."

Carlos' intelligence chief replied respectfully.

"And what about the name of the snow-colored anger that stands on the top of the mountains?"

Carlos continued, his voice shaky.

"Very good, Your Majesty, it suits you very well."

Brother Bald's answer was very sincere.

"So, can you tell me what this Grave Jumper title is about?"

Carlos trembled and threw the pencil in his hand onto the map in the center of the table.

"You mean the white flames that fly on the graves of the enemy? This was tampered with by His Excellency Tulayan in the wake of the snow-colored anger that stood on the top of the mountains. ”

The bald brother replied truthfully.

"Hehehe, hahaha, ahahaha. So my genuine version is not mentioned, and Tulayan's piracy is already widely known? ”

Carlos let out a low, hoarse growl.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, there is a huge gap between you and Your Excellency Tulayan when it comes to choosing nicknames."

After becoming Carlos' head of private intelligence, the bald brother always reminded himself that honesty and loyalty were key to doing well in this position. (To be continued......)

PS: Explain, it's not the author's slap in the face, he just said that he was going to break out to repay the debt.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

Originally, my grandmother was hospitalized, and she said that my family and my aunt's family would take care of me for a week. As a result, just two days off, my mother's asthma recurred.

My cousin had gallstones and needed surgery. So my aunt needed to take care of my cousin, and she was rotated. My dad and I were separated from each other to take care of my grandma and my mom.

But my dad wasn't in good health, and my grandma and my mom were not in the same hospital.

Until today, my aunt took over my class and I finally came home.

Because my mother was afraid of dragging down the family, she always wanted to be discharged from the hospital, so no one was watching and went through the formalities.

Although this book has achieved good results with the support of many book friends, the author is also afraid that he will lose his character and lose his grades.

But compared with the family, compared with the mother, money and everything are floating clouds.

Let the author slow down, and dare not mention the repayment of debts or anything, he can only promise that he will never be a eunuch.