"So, the bloodline transformation potion is also a bait thrown by Quel'Thalas?"

Still in the small hall just now, Kyris sat down in his seat, and glanced at Mephistopheles who sat down earlier than him, this contract demon who had just beaten soy sauce all the way from beginning to end seemed to have completely given up on himself, and he directly ignored Kyrryth's gaze. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Shaking his head, the half-elf mage turned to look at Anlidalenth.

"Hehe, don't be so serious!"

Hearing this, Amway Darans's face was stunned, and then he raised his eyebrows, and a luxurious and exquisite wooden chair appeared between the waves, and after sitting down, the noble son of the Dawn Blade took out a bottle of crystal wine, filled himself with a glass, and then turned his head to see that Kyris was still looking at him expressionlessly, so he spread his hands helplessly.

"Anlidalen, I'm also a human being, at least half of it, and even I'm the Grand Duke of Lordaeron, the contemporary lord of Stratholme, if you play like this, then we won't have anything to talk about in the future!"

Taking a glass of amber, Kyrreth took a slight sip, then put down the glass and sighed.

In fact, he had already felt that the humans and the High Elves who still maintained the thousand-year covenant on the surface were actually rifts everywhere, and the human beings coveted the High Elves and were no longer satisfied with the inheritance of magic, from all kinds of rich and exaggerated magic output to the High Elves themselves, and even the core of Quel'Salas, the Sunwell, had begun to gradually put forward the delusional plans of human beings.

On the other hand, the High Elves are obviously not pure and good-looking vases, just one border defense point, the strength displayed by the Northland Guard Tower and Quirlinth can easily hang the entire northern part of Lordaeron without all the power of the Silver Hand, and with the armament of the Wraithlands, it can barely compete with the entire Lordaeron. However, where the true essence of Quel'Salas is located, the Yongge region, especially the core area, the Sunwell, and how many high-level and even legends are hidden, no one knows except for the high-level of Quel'Thalas.

Civilizations with gaps may lead to comparison, competition, and learning, but if the gap widens to a point of despair, all that is left is envy and even pathological hatred.

"Kyle... You should be able to feel that Quel'Thalas has never had any ill will towards you!"

With a pale face, Anlidalance waved his hand, and several layers of different types of defensive guard enchantments sealed this room impenetrable.

"In fact, since that covenant a thousand years ago, especially after witnessing the fierce collective charge of the human cavalry regiment, there has always been a human threat theory within Quel'Thalas, and after the establishment of Dalaran and the stupid triggering of a small-scale demonic invasion, it began to officially enter the pre-royal council, and the covert suppression of the human kingdom has gradually become an important policy of the kingdom from sneaky and scattered behavior!"

Taking a sip from his glass, Anlidalance glanced at the sleepy Mephistopheles, shook his head, and continued.

"In fact, this suppression policy is also to appease the discontent of the major clans, and the trigger of this emotion is actually some fools in the human race who can't help but stretch out their magic hands to the High Elves!

"I know all of this, and I'm just curious why Quel'Salas has been moving more and more in recent years... Unscrupulous!"

Thinking back to the situation that the mentor had mentioned to him, the half-elf mage frowned and asked, in fact, except for Dalaran, it is difficult to find elven bloodlines in the entire human kingdom, and even in Dalaran, most of them are gathered around Kael'thas.

"The Silver Hand..."

After being silent for a while, Anlidalance said in a deep voice.

"The appearance of the paladin shocked the royal court or the royal council very much, this kind of situation of dual cultivation of magic and martial arts was originally only the elven ranger barely reached the standard of mass production into an army, this is still based on the blessing of the sunwell, even if most of the high elves can not go further on the path of mage, but they also fully possess the important premise of the qualification of concurrently cultivating magic. However, the conditions for the position of the paladin, as far as our clan has explored so far, only need to meet a certain standard of holy light belief This kind of mysteriousness is very mysterious, but for a human race with a large population, it is completely easy to pick out a large number of suitable candidates, although I don't want to admit that the growing scale of the Silver Hand has made my clan feel the direct threat from humans for the first time!"

"So, Quel'Thalas is planning to plant the Undead Scourge in the Human Kingdom?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Kyris really didn't know whether this situation that completely subverted the cognition from his memory was the historical truth that would eventually be buried in the dust or the sequelae of his own wings being too big and too high.

"Oh, my Kyle, this is a complete illness of yours, from beginning to end, Quel'Salas has only helped a few desperate human mages, and this situation has happened countless times in the millennia of human interaction with the High Elves, and countless great nobles, great heroes and even archmages have thrived with our funding!"

Squinting and smiling, Amway Darans took a sip of the wine in the glass and said with a wagging finger.

"Oh, I'm actually one of those people... It's really a bit of a pain in the face!"

In the slow taunting, Kelreth snatched the wine bottle from the hand of Anlidalens, filled a large glass for himself, and threw it to Mephistopheles, the demon lord who was still in a daze immediately lit up the resulting wine bottle, poured a big sip upside down, and after stabbing his mouth, he muttered something too light and took another big sip, and instantly dried up most of the amber of the bottle.

"So, what's going on with that Kandal!"

"Because of Marganis!"

"Hmmm, Marganis, isn't that Banazar piece of waste?"

Mephistopheles, who was pouring wine with her head up, suddenly stopped and turned her head to look.

"Oh, then, Banazar is the Void Demon that Kandal found himself?

Raising his eyebrows and looking at Mephistopheles who continued to pour wine, Anlidalance did not despise the faint aura of the demon lord in front of him.

"Dreadlord, oh, Nasrezm, do you have such a cool name for these scum?"

Frowning and glancing at Mephistopheles, it seemed that because of the wine contributed by the other party, Mephistopheles was not as indifferent as the others, and continued.

"Marganis? I haven't heard of it, it should be some little minion, I only know Tikdios and Anatheron, they are the leaders of the Nasrezm clan, but thousands of years ago I heard that another leader was elected, it seems to be called Memphistus, hehe, only these scum will use the garbage method of election to elect the leader!"

Mephistopheles pursed her lips very nonchalantly, and continued to pour herself the wine. (To be continued.) )