Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 657

Regardless of whether science is science or magic or magic, portals are all typical flying bricks.

As long as the magic power is enough, I can give you a glimpse of Azeroth, not to mention the “short distance” travel from Feralas to Suramar.

Well, it’s actually not short, that is, the physical length of half an endless sea.

But the aftermath of the Soul Well is still there, the huge magic power returned to the earth has not been completely dissipated, and the Night Son has the Dark Night Well as the source of magic power.

So Carlos is going to Suramar, it’s very simple.

In the heavily guarded royal library, Kildas used some of Carlos’s methods that the wizards could not understand to outline an illusory door. Then, as the ghost knew whether there was any practical significance, he mumbled, illusory. The door turned into an entity, and an elf with a body similar to the night elf and the upper elf but with a darker complexion came out.

He was dressed in gorgeous rune costumes, he was taken aback when he stepped out of the portal, and then quickly introduced himself as if nothing had happened.

“Your Excellency Kildas, the polymath, I haven’t seen Ten Thousand Years, and I’m fine.”

“You are……”

Kildas couldn’t recognize who he was close to.

“In Lower Oculus, now Suramar’s Chief Teleportation Technician.”

“You are……!”

Kildas obviously remembered something and smiled nostalgicly.

But without more reminiscence, Ocules quickly locked Carlos.

“This is the King of Alterac, the Grand Marshal of the Alliance, His Majesty Carlos Barov.”

Carlos did not answer, but just nodded slightly.

This is not rude, but dissatisfaction.

Because the status of Ocules and Carlos is not equal.

It is important to know that this visit is the highest-level visit between the two forces. It is excusable for the Great Magister Eli Sandro not to personally meet him. What about Chief Arcanist Thalyssa?

Carlos has put out his own military strength, even if force deterrence is showing strength.

But the Son of Night, actually sent someone over?

Whether it was the humans or the orcs under Carlos, they all wanted to understand this after a brief silence. The sound from the throat began to come and go, and Kildas saw Ocules look around, and quickly understood — —The Night’s Son closes Suramar to Ten Thousand Years. Except for the old magisters and chief arcanists, the new generation may have long forgotten what diplomatic etiquette is.

This is going to suffer!

“Ocules, how is your master?”

“Forty thousand months ago, the teacher had passed away.”

“So, why are you here?”

“Come to help you build a stable portal. Ah, what a powerful magic.”

Ocules sniffed and praised somewhat intoxicated.

“It’s too difficult to anchor a portal directly from Erre’Thalas to Suramar, but the Grand Magister’s order is irresistible, so after thinking about it, I think it’s better to come here.”

Ocules is obviously a technical otaku, and when it comes to professional skills, he seems to be very energetic.

“First, use…”

Kildas found that even the face of the high-level elf guards in Errethalas was not right, and he knew that if he let the disciple of his old friend go on, he was afraid that it would not be a diplomatic accident.

“Well, Okules, there is still a chance after the exchange, you are neglecting a king, do what you should do.”

Hearing this, Ocules looked around and found that the atmosphere did not seem right, so he waved his hands and took out six metal cylinders with orbs inlaid on the top and arranged them around the portal, along with the orbs shooting out dazzling rays. Gathering on the portal, Ocules took out something like a pocket watch and looked at it.

“Well, the portal has been secured and can pass through.”

After speaking, Ocules gave way.

“You are different?”

Carlos walked to Ocules, lowered his head and asked the chief teleporter’s eyes.

“Um… During this time I will stay in Ere’Thalas in charge of maintaining the teleportation device and visiting several polymath masters.”

Carlos was fairly satisfied with the answer, so he straightened up and walked towards the portal.

“His Majesty Carlos!”

Ocules suddenly called Carlos.

“The teleportation spell has a certain degree of surprise and uncertainty. You’d better let your men go first.”

Hearing this, Carlos’s guard who knew Salas consciously passed Carlos, but Carlos pulled him behind him.

“The so-called king must stand in front of everyone.”

Invisible force is the most deadly. Ocules doesn’t understand where this sentence shines. Isn’t risk avoidance a quality that a superior person should have, but seeing the excitement around him, he decided not to talk nonsense.

Thus, Carlos entered the portal first.

After a chaotic change of time, under the shining sky of stars, in the garden filled with fragrant grasses and rare trees, a group of exquisitely carved buildings surround the surroundings.

Beautiful and magnificent, the world is magnificent.

Carlos looked at the scenery in front of him, and after about three to five seconds, a pleasant voice came from behind him.

“His Majesty Carlos?”

Carlos turned around and glanced at it. Behind it was a dark nightfall…

The scene was very embarrassing. The members of Carlos’ envoy continued to walk out of the portal. After picking up a few clumsy men who stood in front of him, Carlos simply bypassed the portal and walked forward for more than ten meters.

QTMD Chief Transmission Technician, is there no direction adjustment when opening the door? !

“I’m.”

“Below is Suramar’s chief arcanist Thalyssa, and on behalf of the Grand Magister Eli Sandro welcome your arrival.”

After the chief arcanist finished speaking, he bent over and bowed to greet her. Hundreds of gorgeously dressed night children behind her made the same movements.

When Talissa got up, she waved her arms and drew a circle.

“Welcome to the courtyard of the stars.”

After speaking, in Carlos’s field of vision, on the distant water, countless magical dazzles bloomed in the night sky, shining with dazzling brilliance.

The graceful music sounded, filling all directions, the spring water flowing in the fountain jumped out of various animal forms, and several trays floating in the air were surrounded by exquisite eating and drinking water.

The Night Son entertained the original guests with a fairy-tale magic.

It was hospitality and show off. For the first time, Carlos felt that Azeroth was a magical world. I don’t know how many times Carlos wanted to send Alterac’s royal mage to reclaim the sea.

But both sides have prepared for many days in advance, how could Carlos be unprepared.

After the initial masking, sixty-four strong humans with similar heights from the 1,000-man guard selected by the guards consciously arranged an eight-by-eight neat phalanx and stood behind Carlos. Enduring desire and not watching the magnificent magic show, not longing for exquisite food, under the simple and heavy armor, everyone looked forward blankly with solemn expressions.

After all the humans stepped out of the portal, the orcs followed one after another.

Although the concentration is not as good as the human soldiers under Carlos, the wilder size and style of the orcs are also more oppressive.

The same is an eight by eight square matrix.

The night son nobles who originally wanted to watch the jokes of the comers from “Magic Desert” smile stiffly.

Two phalanxes, but more than a hundred people, revealed the aura of an army, which is a temperament that the night fallen elves of Ten Thousand Years do not have.

Carlos did the cloak throwing exercise he had practiced for three nights, and he felt very good about himself.

“Are there any after-shows? The lonely king likes it very much.”