The nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom have been very busy and fulfilling during this time.

They first urgently recalled the members of their respective families who had studied magic in Dalaran and sent them back to Stormwind City, and then they rode together in a carriage and carried various precious gifts to the newly completed Royal Academy of Stormwind City.

Their purpose is to visit every upper-level elf mentor, and strive to get acquainted with each other in advance, so that they can give their children a little special care after the school starts.

This group of upper-class elven mages lived in Stormwind City, and their clothes and decorations became the trend vane of the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Every time they wore a new costume, a large group of nobles would immediately gather around to ask questions and buy it, and their every move was considered the noble etiquette of the so-called ancient aristocracy, which attracted the human nobility to follow suit.

There is no way, the out-of-print is fragrant, and the urine of the year is sweet, which is even more vividly reflected in the human aristocracy who attaches great importance to historical inheritance and bloodline inheritance.

A few idle upper-class elf masters also specially opened a so-called "Ancient Elf Noble Etiquette Training Course", which costs as much as a thousand gold coins per class, and these human nobles still feel that they have taken a big advantage, and they frantically sign up for classes, which is even more diligent than going to the cathedral to pray.

As for what is the etiquette of the ancient elves and nobles... This is estimated that even the group of upper-class elves themselves do not know, they were a group of noble people who nested in Sulama City back then, and they knew the etiquette of a fart, but now they are just taking out their daily living habits to tell the human nobles.

The group that really understands the etiquette of the ancient elven nobility is naturally Queen Azhara and her court elves, but you can't go to the bottom of the Endless Sea to ask those Naga now.

All in all, in order to make money, this group of upper-level elven mages made up a set of so-called ancient aristocratic etiquette, which can be regarded as opening the second spring for feudal dross.

So after a period of time, the nobles of Stormwind City were like upper-class elves dressed in human appearance, from the clothes on their bodies to their behavior, to the kind of signature elven pride revealed in their heads held high.

If you stick a pair of long pointed ears into them, they are simply an albigo-skinned bag upper-class elf, and the thief chicken is annoying.

Oh, plus a few elven words from time to time, that feeling is simply beautiful, and it has more face.

It's like the native English speaker on the planet, who occasionally drags a few sentences of French or Latin, which seems to have a cultural connotation.

Because of the long-term influence of the Titan Divine Venerable, although the elves are still extremely arrogant, they have also learned the ability to see people and talk nonsense, and they no longer keep a straight face all day long as before, and have a high-minded expression to everyone.

Therefore, it is common to see a few upper-level elf mages and human nobles hooking up and going in and out of various banquets and Fengyue venues.

As the saying goes, men have three irons, and one of them is... Ahem... So after such a back and forth, the human nobles can be said to be enthusiastic and stammering with this group of elven masters.

"Lord Kailar, this is the most gifted junior in our family, and I will ask you to take care of it when school starts, oh yes, I will send a carriage to pick you up tonight, and another batch of gold-studded roses has arrived. The middle-aged uncle and nobleman pulled his son and introduced him to the elven master he was familiar with, and then showed a smile that you understand.

The elven master known as Kailar also had a smile on his face, "No problem, no problem, you can leave this kid to me, but tonight is going to make you break the bank, how embarrassing is this, what time do you leave?"

Such a scene was playing out all over the academy, and the nobles laid down their gifts and went home satisfied.

When night fell, there was even more traffic in front of the academy, and the carriages of the nobles picked up the elven masters who were familiar with them, and then ran to the gold caves everywhere.

Stormwind is a city that never sleeps, except for the aristocratic district, the garden district and the royal district, the rest of the city is still brightly lit and busy at night.

Especially in the trade area and the old town, there are a large number of hotels and clubhouses in these two towns, and they are extremely lively at night, and the hall on the first floor is full of people pushing and changing glasses.

Those who don't have money are basically concentrated in the old town, where drinks and women are quite cheap.

Those who have money are swarming to the trade area, and the gold-encrusted roses are the largest gold caves.

Don't look at how formal this inn is during the day, providing accommodation and catering for adventurers and caravanserais, once at night, it's a different scene.

The elves love Stormwind, and although their city of Surama is also a cosmopolitan city, it still lacks a lot of energy and enthusiasm compared to Stormwind.

The urban style of the elves is more quiet and elegant, to be honest, it is not suitable for the laity to live, and the laity in this world is the biggest mainstream, where is there so much bullshit and elegance.

Not to mention the elven capital of Darnassus, which is as quiet as a large graveyard even in broad daylight.

Therefore, after feeling the vitality and enthusiasm of the human city, the upper-class elves who came on a business trip said that it was much better to live here than Sulama.

Although it is not as luxurious as Sulama, it is not as artistic as Sulama, and it is not as academic as Sulama.

But with countless intrigues, the crunch of gold coins colliding, and the exuberant energy of running for the quality of life, humans are more like real living than immortal Night Elves.

The orcs of the Iron Tribe feel the same way.

With the gold money they had just paid, they happily ran to Stormwind City, ready to experience this world of flowers.

Soon after, he discovered that his wallet had mysteriously deflated, and he couldn't remember where he had spent his money.

That group of human profiteers stunned this group of honest and straightforward orc brothers.

The money is gone, in exchange for a bunch of miscellaneous useless things.

What a scarecrow doll flying in the wind, what a super useful amulet, or a brainless hero by a third-rate author, the devil knows what to do with these things.

Especially those folks, after the orc war started, suddenly a bunch of hot followers popped up, relying on their imagination YY to come up with a bunch of human orc heroism, and it sold quite well.

Now this ** merchant has extended his claws to the orcs of the steel tribe, and this group of orc brothers are holding a book of folk bought from the grocery store in the trade area, sitting on the side of the road and watching with relish.

What kind of bloody plot of the Storm Kingdom rural commoner boy once learned, went out of the mountain with honor, took revenge on the nobles, won the king's appreciation, got the princess's affection, and then punched Orgrim, kicked Gul'dan, tamed the dragon to save the world, and so on, so that the orc buddies couldn't extricate themselves, and they didn't even laugh heartlessly.

Wake up, okay, you're the villains in these books, okay!

All in all, Stormwind is a magical city.