Kalimdor Continent, Sulama City.

A grand and ordinary banquet was held in the largest and most luxurious venue in the city, the Courtyard of the Stars, and the upper elves loved the banquet and were addicted to it.

The banquet was indeed grand, and the walls of the courtyard were covered with transparent tulle made of crystal spider silk, and countless glimmering magic gems adorned it.

Even the various plants in the courtyard gave their all for the banquet, the arcane crystallized plants emitting a purple hazy glow, and bursts of enchanting floral scents filled the air.

The banquet maids dressed sensually, perfectly showing off the curves of the elven body, carried silver trays around the courtyard, on which crystal wine glasses were placed for all kinds of expensive drinks.

It is said that it is ordinary, such a banquet, and the upper elves have to hold it at least twice a week, which is simply frenzied.

And they used all kinds of strange reasons to hold a banquet, what to celebrate the collection of books in Sulama City exceeded 500,000 volumes, to celebrate the expansion of the arcane torrent condensed by Lord Elisandr by ten centimeters, to celebrate the Night Elves' precious world tree has grown dozens of meters taller... The devil knows how they came to the conclusion that the World Tree had undergone a secondary development.

This time is no exception, for the sake of the High Elves' confession, and the annual year-end festival Winter Veil Festival is coming soon, so it is appropriate to have a banquet to celebrate!

Tyrande, the Priestess of the Moon, was sitting on a bench in the courtyard at the moment, holding a glass of fruit wine in her hand, looking helpless.

Of the four giants of the Night Council, they have all caught themselves to participate in this extremely uncomfortable banquet every time, but who makes themselves look the most time...

Her dear husband, Malfurion, slept every day, and Garrod Shadowsong ran around the land of the Night Elves all the year round, and easily did not return to Darnassus.

Only he sits in the World Tree all year round, so every time the upper elves have a high-level banquet, they will definitely invite this Moon God Temple to come.

This group of upper-class elves, even the hated arrogant aristocratic style has slowly faded, can't they even change this banquet tradition!

"Lord Tyrande, why don't you go to the middle of the lively courtyard and sit here by yourself. ”

Elisand, also holding a glass of fruit wine, walked slowly over to the priestess.

Tyrande shrugged, "If there were fewer banquets like this, I think I'd be interested in getting involved... The moon god testifies that this tradition of your upper elves is terrible. ”

Elisandre sat down next to Tyrande and chuckled at the words.

"You may misunderstand us, Priestess, we high elves love feasts... It started after Lord Divine saved us, and it hadn't been so frequent before. ”

"Why is that?"

Tyrande looked at the Archmage beside him with some confusion.

Ellie Sander leaned back and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"Because we have hope now, Lord Tyrande, the Divine Lord of Sarodar saved us, otherwise our fate would have been labeled as traitors, and we would have drifted with the shattered continent to the barbaric southern seas at the time of the Great Split, and then... Falling into madness and depravity under the influence of the Well of the Night is the predetermined fate of our Surama's upper elves... But now everything is different, we are still strong, and we are still part of the Night Elves. ”

Tyrande chuckled a few times when he heard this, "This should be true, when the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm blessed the World Tree, he looked at you more than once, and he was very puzzled, as if he didn't understand why the Titan Gods were willing to spend so much effort to save you. ”

Elisander pursed her lips when she heard Nozdorm's name, "We will prove to the Titans that we are worthy of salvation, not the fate that the dragon insisted that we must destroy and fall." ”

"You have proven yourself, I have always believed that it is right to save you, and the upper elves do not need to be desperate to prove anything to me again and again, as long as the upper elf group is willing to contribute their strength to the entire Night Elves, this is the greatest significance. ”

At this time, Boss Hu came over from the courtyard, holding a whole bottle of moonshine wine in his hand, and he preferred to blow on the bottle rather than a cup.

"Lord God. ”

"Divine Venerable. ”

The two elves immediately stood up and saluted.

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic, although I don't want to disturb the conversation between the two of you, but Aitaeus just came with the news, saying that there seems to be something wrong with the magic corridor under Sulama, and I don't know when a spider group appeared in that sewer, they have been affected by arcane energy all year round, and their bodies have been large-scale arcane, and now they should be regarded as arcane energy symbiotic creatures, so... If you two want to go down there with me, it's time to pass the time. ”

"I'll go!" replied Tyrande at once, she had had enough of these endless feasts, and it would be nice to be able to get out of it now.

"I'll go too. Elisandre nodded and said lightly.

"Very well, let's go now, I don't want to miss tonight's Winter Veil celebrations. ”

The Magic Corridor is a large-scale sewer system under the city of Sulama, and after Surama floated into the sky, it took the heavy ground that rose from the ground, and did not destroy this underground complex, but took off with Sulama.

A small part of the Magic Corridor still functions as a sewer, while most of the rest form a special organization similar to the underground black market in human cities.

However, there are no gold coins accepted here, only barter, all kinds of strange and dangerous evil magic materials, creature corpses, and even contraband, you can find them here.

Boss Hu and the three of them left the Courtyard of the Stars and walked to the block where the entrance to the Magic Corridor was located.

"I have to say, no matter how many times I visit, the style of Sulama City has always struck me as strange. ”

"The luxurious atmosphere of this city, the feeling of an aristocratic town in human society... But the magical atmosphere here is so strong, and seeing the two very different atmospheres blend so naturally, the culture of the upper elves is indeed very different from our mainstream group of Night Elves. ”

Hu Feng smiled when he heard this: "Ha, if you let the upper-class elves get close to nature like the druids and build a simple wooden house to live in, then it is better to kill them." ”

The three of them talked and laughed all the way to a narrow downhill passage, and walked down the slope all the way to a longer and narrower sewer passage.

The entrance to the Magic Corridor is very lively, with small compartments on both sides of the passage, each chamber where an elf sits, and various objects and materials are placed on the ground in front of it.

This kind of underground black market is a semi-legal gray existence, which is not allowed but not forbidden, and even Alisander will occasionally come to buy some materials that she needs but are extremely difficult to find.

"Dude, you're sick, aren't you? You live fishman, what's the use of this thing?"

Boss Hu found a peculiar stall, in front of which there was a yellow-scaled fish-man chained, and from time to time there was a "woo-la-la-la" sound.

"Small pets. ”

"Whoever stepped on a horse's brain and got into the water would raise a fishman as a pet, fool, right?"

Boss Hu sneered when he heard this.