You can't be too careful with Tosedrin.

This is Carlos' style.

Note that it is a treat, not a deal.

There are many legends about Prince Tocedrin, but Carlos is reluctant to see him as an enemy before he actually communicates with him.

Killing Imortar and cutting off the mana supply of mana to Eresaras is the first step, and clearing the demon infiltration of the lower city is the second step, and then it's time to prevaricate.

The current obedience of the Elves of Eresaras is largely the result of internal divisions.

It's like the more than 10,000 city garrisons that stand still, just like the "mob" that has a clear banner and stubbornly resists.

It has to be said that the invasion of the tribe is a disaster and a wealth for the kingdoms of Lordaeron, at least Carlos has a sense of déjà vu in most cases when dealing with the complex social situation of Eresaras.

The material life of the upper elves is really not poor.

At least there is no shortage of daily necessities.

Even with more than 2,000 minotaurs and more than 700 ogres, Eresaras could still easily meet their needs for food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

What the?

What about the more than a thousand humans under Carlos?

In front of the appetite of the minotaur and the ogre, what else is the volume of the human stomach pouch to consider!

Smart......

Look at our Knight King Carlos, the spokesperson of Azeroth, who never pretends to be smart.

Hunt Sartre, collect monuments, recruit people, spend all day and wine, and don't scatter eagles if you don't see rabbits.

"Your Majesty Carlos, you haven't forgotten the conditions under which Sindra allowed you to enter Eresaras, have you?"

"Of course not."

"So when are you going to do it?"

"Wait until I meet with the other three esteemed polymaths."

"You're a strong man! His Royal Highness Prince Tosedlin closed the Royal Library. ”

"If you talk to me about the agreement, I will talk to you about the conditions, which is called fairness. Master Kildas, what you want me to face is the elven prince Torsedrin, who can't even provide basic information, and you want me to die? ”

Carlos's tone was light, but the accusations were severe.

"You just stabbed Imortar not long ago, you ......"

Kirdas's boasting didn't touch Carlos's G-spot, and he interrupted Erudito very rudely.

"Is it worth showing off a waste dog that has been imprisoned by your Prince Tosedlin for 10,000 years?"

“……”

Kirdas is not a wooden-minded man who is not good at words, but he has expectations for Carlos, and he does not want to destroy the relationship between the two parties in an eloquent way, so he has nothing to say for a while.

The 100,000 elves really want to "defend their homeland", and Carlos and his minotaur friends and ogre slaves can only stay in Eresaras as flower fertilizer with hatred.

But at this time there was no unity in Heresaras, and there were even huge divisions within the ruling class.

So what's the urgency of Carlos, the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuchs are in a hurry?

After so many years, the immature young people of that year have long been mixed into old oils in the political arena, and they are not in a hurry, not at all.

The changes in the environment of Azeroth's magic net after the explosion of the Well of Eternity, coupled with the improvement of the magic skills of the new generation represented by Silvermoon City and Dalaran over the years, Eresaras's Olympiad system is really not as valuable as the upper elves themselves think.

But magic is easy to learn, and it's hard to find talent.

As a human degraded from the Viku, the race's magical talent is truly incomparable to that of the upper elves who have been nourished by the Well of Eternity for tens of thousands of years.

Regardless of what Prince Tosedlin really thinks, he is essentially a burden to the civilians of Eresaras.

Otherwise, there would never have been such a thing as a blood sacrifice.

Eresaras, who is a safe zone, also restrains the elves' sense of resistance.

Through these few days, Carlos discovered a most basic problem.

That is, the thinking of the entire upper elf is inclined to be gloomy and pessimistic.

How glorious the Cadore Empire was in the past, how depressed is Erezaras today.

Dissatisfaction and anger are converging, but they are far from exploding.

Even if Carlos had broken in with the Minotaur and the Ogre to form a de facto occupation of the city, that level of excitement would not have been enough to provoke an outbreak of Eresaras.

For the private tandem, Carlos not only did not stop it, but added fuel to the fire.

It is an indisputable fact that he can't empty Eresaras.

If he is not prepared to burn down this ancient city, then Carlos can only pick up the big ones like the blind bear.

Directly give the benefits out, and the upper elves will even suspect that the human category has ulterior motives.

But what about paid immigration?

For the people of Eresaras, who are gradually becoming disillusioned, they are not willing to live in a different place.

Although they didn't understand how the humans came to Firas, they didn't know much about the relationship between the Eastern Kingdom and the Lordaeron Alliance, and they didn't know that the orcs were shrimp things.

But I still understand what immigration means.

I have to say that the name of Cenarius is really useful, even in an ancient city like Eresaras, even if it is an old thing like the upper elves, it also eats the face fruit ability of the old deer man.

To sum it up, "Give my big brother Cenarius a face, believe me Carlos is a good man." ”

The matter of paid immigration is privately tinkering, and many human soldiers scourge the elven "little girl" or something, as long as it is not strong, Carlos doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

It is also possible to accept property packing tickets, and there is no problem for skilled technicians.

In the lively nonsense, at least three thousand upper-class elves were moved.

Although this is nothing compared to the 100,000 population of Eresaras, Carlos is not recruiting destitute coolies, but the propertied class who are poaching the upper elves.

"What about civilians?"

After Chenguang finished serving Carlos again, he put on his clothes and wanted to get a promise.

"That's your people, you don't want to do it, count on me?"

It's not the first time Carlos has done something ruthless, and there is no psychological burden anymore.

He was the king of Alterac, not the elven prince of Eresaras, and he was asked to carry the future of the upper elves, and Carlos thought that his small body was not strong enough.

In this way, while Carlos cleaned up the demons in the city, especially the lurking Sartre, he searched for benefits, and did not know whether to call it a way to legally bring in overseas talents or illegal immigrants to sell piglets, and began to transfer the harvest.

"Dandema, how's it going?"

Carlos is really self-aware now, there are too many good things in Eresaras, just relying on him and the big soldiers under him, it is estimated that there is no difference between him and the Eight-Nation Alliance, these things still have to be professional.

"It is worthy of the ancient city of the year, and there are really many good things."

Dandemar and his men, called scout squads, are actually doing the work of looting.

The mother ship can suck the mother ship, and the night elves know the details of the upper elves.

In the midst of a lush and lively false exuberance, Kildas couldn't help but be like Carlos.

"Your Majesty, you won't forget who the true owner of this city is, will you?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten, it's your upper elves."

Carlos smiled softly.

"It's Prince Tosedrin!"

Kildas is on the verge of an outbreak.

"Everything you have obtained now is part of our original agreement, and I will not interfere, but don't forget, as long as Prince Thorcedrin does it, none of your men will want to leave Eresaras alive!"

"So you're trying to persuade me to leave?"

Carlos said in a tone that bordered on teasing.

"You ......"

"Who's breaking the agreement? I thought I had proven my worth, but you're still taking me for a fool. ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince has closed the Royal Library, and I can't contact anyone else at all."

"You can't get information, and that's a message in itself."

Carlos shook his head, this year's upper elves are really not good.