Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 659

Suramar, the lights are brilliant.

A big explosion in the Well of Eternity before Ten Thousand Years, the entire ancient Kalimdor continent fell into the most chaotic panic. Only Eli Sandro used the energy of the dark night well to create a huge protective cover covering the entire city, and then he saved himself. Of the people.

The price, however, is that the city of Suramar will never be sunny.

The name of the Night’s Son also comes from this.

Nightfallen, the elf that fell into the night.

During the Ten Thousand Years, the children of the night have become accustomed to this kind of living environment, and even regard it as a good one, but they have suffered from Carlos’s line of human beings who have a clear day and night.

To put it simply, the jet lag is not enough.

Lost the reference to the alternation of the sun and the moon, eating and sleeping rely on feelings. The final result is a disorder of the biological clock. In addition, the son of the night is waiting for several days to eat and drink. Carlos’s silly roe deer eats Hesai. control……

Shame is inevitable.

Eli Sandro’s meaning is very clear, first entertain Carlos for fun, read what can be shown to him first, and have fun with everything that can be shown to him, and then everyone will discuss business matters.

Based on this principle, Talissa is simply treating human envoys with the standards of raising pigs.

Carlos himself is okay, and he also knows how to control. These rough guys under his men who have just gone through the war and disputes take it for granted that this is a reward for loyalty from the king of cards.

The Iron Warriors, who can last for ten days with food, wind, and dew, only took four days to eat themselves out of trouble, which is also a skill.

“Why don’t the orcs have diarrhea? It’s not fair!”

“Shut up, I’m ashamed of my home.”

Thanks to Carlos’s paladin, the omnipotent holy light casts the legend of healing spells, and it has a miraculous effect in curing inadequacy.

“Humans are really terrible. There are so many gems in the nightboy snack platter, and they dare to eat it. It’s a man.”

“Anyway, I only eat meat and drink, and never touch strange things.”

“It makes sense, it makes sense.”

Carlos’ ears are very strong, and the silly things that he thinks are quiet in his ears are clear and unmistakable, just making people want to laugh.

Nothing, there is no need to show any leader’s prestige at this time, just let them do.

Judging from the contacts in the past few days, the Night Son is very interested in forming an alliance.

The closure of Ten Thousand Years has made Suramar embark on a path of abnormal development. All production and life rely on the dark night well. The people’s dependence on magic wine is no different from the symptoms of the upper elf’s addiction.

Although he has not yet met with Eli Sandro, it is not difficult to find from the conversations with Talissa and others that the upper layers of the night fallen elves are generally aggressive.

These children of the night are serious about returning to the sun.

Although the entire Suramar is enclosed and protected by a huge magical enchantment, the news of the Night Son is not blocked, but rather wise.

Whether it is about the war between humans and the orcs ten years ago or the war between Feralas and Silithus, the Nightborne can comment on one or two.

This is very unusual.

Carlos couldn’t help but remember the point that Kildas had mentioned.

Grand Magister Eli Sandro Grandmaster predicts spells.

During the past few days of eating, drinking and playing, Carlos has an intuitive understanding of the city of Suramar, and he is even more awed by the ancient Kaldorei Empire.

Who can imagine that there is such a thing as a zoo in the city of Nightborne.

Reasonable city divisions, perfect municipal functions, developed magic civilization, and powerful war armaments.

Suramar, who inherited the legacy of the Kaldorei Empire, would be terrifying if it were not controlled by the environment.

Yes, Carlos acknowledged the power of the Nightborne, but clearly saw their limitations.

The ancient Suramar area was once the hometown of the priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, where millions of night elves lived.

But after the Well of Eternity was exploded, the earth shattered and everything was nothing but people. Suramar, who was able to support a million people, is now a little struggling to support more than 100,000 night fallen elves.

The children of the night have indeed been at peace for too long, and their cautious thoughts seemed immature and ridiculous to Carlos.

From the city-scale municipal facilities, water supply and many other details, it is not difficult for Carlos to calculate the population of Suramar. What is the point of hiding the army?

Carlos laughed and said nothing.

It will never exceed 200,000 people. This is the conclusion that Carlos is dead.

Once you touch the old bottom of the Son of Night, it doesn’t matter if you eat or drink.

Now it is to show Suramar’s abundance. It will not be long before he will show off his military might, and then it will probably enter the topic.

The location of Suramar can basically be considered to be just south of Northrend, in the middle of the endless sea, and corresponding to Kul Tiras across the Great Uzumaki.

In such a position, whether it is to contact the night elves of the former compatriots to the west, or to contact the human forces to the east, the physical distance is actually the same.

At the moment when the night elves hate the upper elves, it is not incomprehensible that the night elves want to move closer to the Alliance of Lordaeron.

After Carlos came to such a conclusion, he didn’t mind the looseness of his subordinates.

At midnight of the same day, Natalie brought an invitation, inviting Carlos to participate in a “spectacular” fighting meeting, which aroused Carlos’ great interest.

You night elves really know how to play…

This is a makeup martial arts show.

This is a make-up martial arts show that “beauties” are only worthy of the strong.

This is a make-up martial arts event that only aristocratic young masters can participate in.

You son of the night wear a mask and change clothes. Who is it? Laozi stands tall at your two heads. Is makeup useful?

Is this going to the door?

Carlos looked at Talissa with a weird look, completely ignorant of what’s going on with the night son’s brain circuits. In social places, people dance and flirt badly, so they have to compete?

You night elves are really good at playing…

“Your Majesty is honorable, please select twenty human nobles to go with you, and you must honor them.”

After Natalie said this, Carlos, who didn’t really want to participate, suddenly felt the scorching gaze behind him.

A bit burnt…

Carlos has no doubt that this is a move by Nightborne to explore the details of the alliance.

In the past few days, the old God Carlos has been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and his men behaved like idiots. The Son of Night may be a little unable to sit still.

“I will think about it.”

“The attendant is at the door, ready to serve your Majesty.”

After sending off Talissa, Carlos turned to look at the guys he had brought.

Sorry, they are not acting like idiots, they are just a bunch of chimpanzees.

Carlos has no doubt that as long as he participates in this makeup martial arts party, the Nightborne will definitely get the information they want.

But what does it matter?

The paper data of the Alliance of Lordaeron is indeed the second in Azeroth, the strongest power besides the night elves.

Not afraid of people checking.

“Those who have diarrhea roll and lie down.”

“Those who have already untied their armor stay for the night.”

“The rest will give you ten minutes to decide your own quota.”

“Well, there are sixteen humans, and the Glory Orcs also choose four.”