Carl fell very fast, and the elven soldiers on the ground nervously drew their weapons. The intruder's strength is obvious to all, and the powerful Moon Guardian can't do anything about him, although these soldiers can also do magic, but compared to the Moon Guard, who can easily destroy a house with a raised hand, their magic is just a child's thing.

Harvey looked at Carl with a grim face, ordinary elven soldiers couldn't block Carl's attack at all, and what made those soldiers feel helpless was that their blades did very little damage to this intruder, or even none.

The Moon Guardians on the ground and in the air could only stare dryly, their single magic could not lock onto Cal, and the area attack magic obviously could not be cast like it had just done.

So, a strange battle is going on in plain sight.

Carl didn't kill him, the elves in this era are the absolute overlords, although he is not afraid of the elves' pursuit, but he is afraid of trouble. Sometimes, the elves are very annoying when they cling to it (Mavi hunts down Illidan).

Even so, being wantonly messed with by a man in his own capital, and there is nothing he can do about him. Harvis's face was so black that it was dripping water, and the Captain of the Queen's Praetorian Guard who was standing with him was also flushed, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

Varosson is tall and has a long scar on his face, which shows his ruthlessness. The scar was cut by a giant pinch of the worm during a battle with the wormmen, and it almost cost him his eyes, but the valiant Valosen did not take a step back and continued to fight until the elves won the final victory.

Admired and personally received by the queen for his bravery, Varosson took the opportunity to express his allegiance to the queen, and Eshara took the loyal guard and asked him to form a Praetorian Guard that obeyed only the queen's orders, and made him the captain of the guard.

As the Queen's guardians, the Praetorian Guards have a glory that even the Moon Guardians envy. Varosson looked at Karl, who was flying elven soldiers like a sandbag, and the anger in his chest almost ignited him, this was a naked provocation! A provocation to the glory of the Queen!

"For the !! of Aisara"

Varoson roared and pulled out his weapon, a runic weapon made from the Blade of the Ancients, whose greatest feature was armor-piercing. The sharpness of the Elder Blade, combined with the powerful runes of the upper elves, allows it to easily pierce through enemy armor. Valosen cherished this weapon so much that it was even more than his own life.

The weapon had been given to him by the great Elven Queen, Azhara of the Light of a Thousand Moons, and Varosson remembered vividly the trembling and excitement he felt when he took it from the Queen, who was too graceful to look at. From that moment on, Varosson swore to the moon god that his life would belong to Azhara and that it was his life's mission to protect Eshara and defend the glory of the Queen.

"For the Queen! For the sake of Aisara!! ”

The Praetorian Guards, the Queen's most loyal guards, shouted and drew their magic swords and rushed forward after their captain.

Harveys was startled by Varosson's sudden charge, and then shook his head at the Captain's angry and frantic charge. He was of a higher rank than Valosen, but Valoson would not obey his orders, and the Praetorian Guard had only one object of loyalty—all the elves knew it very well.

"Is there finally a decent order?"

Karl sneered at Varosson, who hedged towards him. Without saying a word, the latter stabbed the runic blade in his hand towards Karl, convinced that the Queen's blessed sword would surely pierce the chest of the intruder in front of him.

"Bang!"

The deafening sound of the blow sent pain to the elven soldiers' ears, and Valosen's blade was pinpointed aside by Karl, who then kicked him in the waist and flew sideways, knocking down the two elven soldiers.

Are you kidding. The armor-piercing effect of this rune sword can be called perverted. Even the armor of the Abyss Lord Malones can be pierced, and Karl wouldn't be foolish enough to test his sword to prove it correct.

The Praetorian Guards are elite warriors who are proficient in magic and fighting skills, and their addition makes Carl no longer able to distract the ordinary soldiers who are teasing the elves, and the Janissaries' runic weapons make Carl dare not resist, and the magic that comes out from time to time makes him feel uncomfortable.

Ma Dan, are these guys crazy?!

In the case of not being able to kill him, it is tantamount to tying his hands and feet, and the new queen guard, led by the mad Varosson, is completely desperate.

Carl grabbed the onrushing guards and threw him up as a weapon, forcing the guards around Carl to retreat. They must not beckon their comrades with their swords, even though the stunned janissary keeps shouting at him to leave him alone.

"Stop!"

A sweet but majestic voice suddenly sounded over the battlefield. The elven soldiers, including the crazed Praetorian guards, immediately stopped fighting like obedient children.

Karl threw the fainting Sorrowful Janissary into Varosen's arms, who glared at him fiercely, then turned and walked out. Karl couldn't help but sigh - Azhara is truly the greatest queen of the Night Elves, and this kind of prestige is not something that anyone can have. He wondered why Azhara would do something stupid to dig her own grave later.

The queen was still so noble, beautiful, and inviolable, and she whispered a few words of comfort to the ashamed Varosson, and praised the bravery of her own captain. Only then did he slowly walk towards Karl under the protection of the guards and the moon guard.

"Hello! Stranger. ”

Azhara seemed a little pleased, smiling and greeting Carl, her voice soft as if a breeze was pointing across her cheeks.

"I'm not good! Queen Azhara - The hospitality of the elves was a real eye-opener for me. ”

"This is our faux pas, and I apologize to you."

Queen Azhara's words caused the surroundings to inhale in unison, and then hundreds of thousands of eyes stared at Carl with a thick murderous aura.

Karl shrugged his shoulders and ignored the gazes. It's true that gaze can kill people, but only you can, elf...... Hehe.

"Your Majesty, you have personally apologized, if I don't accept it again, it will be unknowing." Carl didn't want to be an enemy with the elves, he was afraid of trouble. "Carl Sunset, human."

"Sunset?!" The corners of Aisara's eyebrows curled, and she was happy. "That's a good name."

Karl rolled his eyes, for the Night Elves, they didn't like the sun in the sky at all, Karl's name was right for their appetite, and even the murderous aura in the eyes of the soldiers who had fought desperately with him just now had been reduced a lot.

Karl didn't know whether to cry or laugh, when he was in Quel'Salas, the old king gave him the name he didn't receive white eyes and indifference, but when he came to the Night Elf, he suddenly increased his favor because of this name, and he didn't know if Anastarian, the old fox, had premeditated.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation!"

"I've never heard of humans yet. I wonder if Your Excellency Sunset would like to accept my invitation to tell me the story of your race...... Ah, I beg your pardon, I'm curious about the unknown. ”

That's the end of it? Carl looked at the smiling elf queen with some surprise, he had suffered a lot, the culprit Harvey himself couldn't move for the time being, but the other four guys who did it had already killed themselves, and they vented it just now, which was a lot more enlightened.

And the elf queen actually threw out kindness so directly, maybe those four guys have long been disliked. Carl nodded, the elves are the overlords of this continent now, Carl has no reason to fight them, and this queen is a curious person at first glance, maybe one of the reasons why she is working hard to expand the territory is also this.

"It's an honor!"

Azhara smiled happily, and walked over to Karl's side, despite the Janissaries' objections. She was really tall, almost as tall as Carl when she stood alongside.

"Soldiers, you are the strongest warriors of Atherine, and I am proud of your bravery and fearlessness. Today's battle is a misunderstanding. Azhara's voice was heard by magic to every soldier, "This powerful human, he is the honored guest of our Night Elves. Some selfish people have been rude, and they have caused misunderstanding and anger among our guests. Now, they have been punished, and our guests have accepted our apologies. Soldiers, rejoice and welcome our distinguished guests with your warmth! Azhara is glorious to you!! ”

"For the Queen!"

"For Azara!!"

The elves cheered excitedly, the murderous aura on their faces had completely disappeared, and Karl was stunned to see the elves like fanatical believers shouting the gods they believed in, Aishara led the elves to build a huge elven empire, and indeed deserved their respect and love, but ...... It's just that this scene, how to look like the personality cult of the XX era.

Wear!

Just one word! Whether Azhara is a charm or a true prestige, it is an indisputable fact that the elves worship her passionately, and no one can deny it. (To be continued.) )