Chapter 354: A tool man with a bright future
That's the end of the business for the time being, and the rest of the matter is not something that can be advanced by discussion alone, but needs to be put into action.
Elisandr reminded SalΓ©an about the effects of the magic wine.
"I advise you not to expect too much from the longevity of the magic wine."
Elisandr pointed his chin toward the chamber, where the Sun King was holding up the magic bottle to take a closer look.
"The reason why the Children of the Night were able to obtain immortality in disguise is no longer from the magic wine, but from the Eye of Almansur."
"As a result of being bathed in the light of the Eye of Almansur for a long time, the Nightchild's body has undergone some transformation in the process of self-adaptation."
"If the Sun King doesn't plan to settle in Sulama for a long time, I don't think that the magic of the Night Well in the Mana Wine alone will save his near-depleted life force."
Sarian sighed, "You see that? β
Elisunder smiled noncommittally: "Although my perception of vitality is not as sensitive as yours, I can still tell whether a person has entered the last years of life. β
"If nothing unexpected happens, your Sun King only has about 10-15 years left to live."
"With his current physical condition, even if he forcibly infuses his vitality, it will not help, just like a bottle with holes everywhere, no matter how much water is poured into it, it will leak out."
Salian nodded silently: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are originally the rules of nature, but it is better to say that false immortality like the Children of the Night and the Night Elves are abnormal. β
Elisander agrees with emotion: "Actually, eternal life is not necessarily a good thing for a race. β
"Fertility?"
"That's right, the rules of the world are fair, and if you get something, you are bound to lose something."
This question has been considered by Salian before, and the key to cracking the answer is in the hands of Inas.
By the way, what have Mom and Dad been up to lately? You can't still hunt down Gugar, right? β
With Enzos' covert assistance, if Gugal was hell-bent on escaping, this cunning two-headed ogre would be hard to find.
After Sarren said goodbye to Elisandr, the Sun King unsurprisingly asked Valilla to invite him to his study.
Anastria thanked Saljan for asking the Archmage for the mana for him, but he was not optimistic about the efficacy of the high-purity mana wine.
Anastria himself is a legendary archmage, although he is now old and frail, the strength of the old king at his peak will not be much weaker than that of old powerhouses such as Elisander and Tyrande.
As a learned archmage, Anastria had a good idea of her physical condition.
What Elisander can analyze, under the premise of the same intelligence, there is no reason why he can't think of it.
Annastria praised the taste and taste of the mana, and asked Sarean if it would be difficult to bring in large quantities of the mana for Quel'Thalas, but he never mentioned the longevity.
That night, Saljan and Valeera were invited by the Sun King to stay in the court of the Sunseeker, and the meeting resumed the next morning.
As expected, when the Draenei were discussed, the leaders of the Eastern Kingdoms began to play haha.
Viren wasn't surprised by this, and he didn't take it to heart.
With the current situation of the Eastern Kingdom, there is no territory that the Draenei can squeeze into, and even if there is, Viren can't look down on it.
The Cursed Land is a place where whoever loves to go.
Compared to the Eastern Kingdoms, the Kalimdor continent and the Broken Isles are relatively empty.
The only unowned area of the Broken Isles is Assuna, but this dilapidated beach is often hit by storms and is likely to clash with Azhara's forces.
In Viren's opinion, the Draenei could establish a stronghold in Asuna to facilitate communication with the Eastern Kingdoms, but could not be used as a stable home for long-term residence.
After much discussion, and with the consent of the Night Elves, the Draenei were finally settled in the Secret Blue Islands off the coast of Kalimdor.
Of course, that uninhabited desert island is not called that now.
In fact, if you have to choose, Northrend Continent is also a good choice.
However, when Viren learned that the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep and Ulduar, the headquarters of the Titan Guardians, were in Northrend, he did not hesitate to reject the proposal to settle in Northrend.
These two transcendent races live next to each other, and if one day their whim immortals fight, it is not the innocent mortals around them who suffer.
Apart from Northrend, Pandaria is also a place to live.
That continent is still shrouded in fog, and I don't think about it for the time being.
The arguing Azeroth conference lasted for three days, and SalΓ©an and Valera did not participate in the whole event.
After the discussion about the Draenei was over, the two of them, who were the special advisors to the conference, left the venue early.
At the military dock of Yangfan Harbor, the High Elf Expeditionary Force that had returned thousands of miles away had finally returned to their hometown.
A tired Wen Lesa completes the handover with her second sister Sylvanas, who arrives to greet her, and Sarren's transformation into a dragon eagle escorts her all the way back to Silvermoon City.
On the way, Wen Lesa lay on Long Ying's broad back without any image, and complained with a bitter expression: "Since the Battle of Quel'Salas, I feel like I haven't had a good rest. β
"Rescuing the Red Dragon Queen, the Second Orc War, the Battle of Quicksand, the Liberation of Sulama, the Hidden Pathway Addition and Investigation Mission, and the Battle of Draenor not long ago."
"You're not so much at calling cows and horses, are you? Give me a little bit of personal time......"
Wenlesa's busyness is not the "work" of Sarren alone, Aurelia, Anastria, and Kael'thas are also involved.
There is no way, who let Sylvanas, who is in charge of the Ranger troops, not be able to leave, and Aurelia has been running around.
As long as there is an occasion where the ranger needs to go out on a mission, then he can only summon Wen Leisa.
What makes Wen Lesa speechless the most is not the busyness of work.
Riresa said in the Silver Moon Council that this amount of work is nothing, and that she can continue to burden Wenlesa as much as she wants.
This is really a real mother.
Back at Quel'Thalas, the busy Winlessa still has no time to spare.
After completing the debriefing, she has to take over the Far Traveler as soon as possible, and she also has to take her younger brother Lyras from Riresa to train herself.
Valera looked at Winlessa with pity: "...... You should be mentally prepared first, you should be able to relax a little before the Chenfeng Legion forms its combat effectiveness, and then I am afraid that it will be busy again. β
Wen Lesa looked at Valilla with a look of lovelessness: "Let's be straight, what are you going to let me do?" β
Valera funnily poked Wen Lesa's pink cheek with her finger: "Zu Aman, you understand that, right?" β
ββ¦β¦ Kill me. β
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From the decision-makers such as Anastria and Riresa, to the executors of the plan such as Salian and Sylvanas, they must be reluctant to kill such excellent workers as Wenlesa...... Ahem, frontline workers.
Although Wen Lesa has realized that her future is not "bright", life still has to go on.
Time, just like a woman's, no matter how poor you are, there will still be crowding.
Noticing Sarren's malicious eyes, Valeera's forehead flared up: "...... Do you want to get beaten? β
Salian hurriedly shook his head from the heart: "I didn't say anything, I just got distracted." β
With the end of the Azeroth Conference, delegations from all over the world left Quel'Salas to return home, and the forest of Yongge returned to peace.
Knowing in advance that the Burning Legion was already in Azeroth, the leaders of all countries were on the lookout.
External peace in Azeroth usually means internal turmoil in the world.
Both the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor have undercurrents surging and are beginning to brew for an imminent outbreak.
But for the time being, these have nothing to do with the Sarren family.
After returning from Silvermoon City, the three of them lived a relatively peaceful life.
Compared to the adventurous life of traveling around the world before, the work of developing the territory is also busy, but at least there is no need to sleep in the wilderness.
Wouldn't it be nice to go home every day and eat a hot meal and sleep well on a soft bed?
During this time, Salian had been going back and forth between the Morning Forward Barracks, the Sangunar Racecourse, and his own territory.
In view of Sarren's exploits in bringing back the Delaney as a quality ally, the Sun King intends to continue to reward him.
However, the Silvermoon Council objected to this.
They had a good reason, the title of Sarren had risen too quickly, and any further rise now would inevitably lead to the displeasure of the other nobles, causing a certain amount of social unrest.
The title was not suitable for promotion for a short time, and the old king discussed it privately with Villeres, and decided to formally grant him the first official position.
Salian: "Chief Advisor to the Morning Striker?" What kind of messy official position is this? β