"I really didn't expect it to be like this."

Dandemar's face showed a look of pain.

As a commoner class back then, Dandemar was envious and jealous.

As a veteran of the War of the Ancients, Dandemar has a vested interest.

As Shantis. Hatsuki's husband, Dandema, sided with Malfurion and Tyrande.

Don't look at Dandemar's crazy slander of the leader in front of Carlos, but as long as he hears the call, he will definitely step on the battlefield without hesitation.

Therefore, Dandemar's attitude towards the upper elves is indifferent.

But Dandemar has not forgotten how powerful the Cadore Empire was back then.

The world is subjugated at the feet of the Night Elves, and Azhara can wave her hand anywhere and shout———— this is my country.

This was once the domain of all Night Elves.

However, the decay of Eresaras exceeded Dandemar's imagination and touched his already dull nerves.

"Ten years ago there were 200,000 inhabitants, and now there are less than 50,000?"

"Well, their mana supply is suddenly a huge gap in the form of a cliff, and recently, this is the second time this has happened."

"Did you starve to death?"

"Will you Night Elves starve to death?"

Danderma was silent, regretful, he felt he shouldn't have asked the question.

"It's a demonic addiction."

Carlos shook his head helplessly.

"There's nothing to be done about Tosedrin."

"yes, even if it's Tocedrin."

Through Dandemar's recollections, Carlos learns that Torcedrin had a very good reputation and was a convincing leader, and many people felt that he should be the court governor of Azhara, not Savis.

However, it was precisely because of the weight of the imprint of Esshara on Tosedrin's body that there was no room for relaxation between Eresaras and Darnassus.

It's an endless loop.

Carlos vaguely remembers that in the "game", the desperate High Elves of Eresaras tried to reconcile with Tyrande, but the messenger waited outside the Moon Temple in Darnassus for a full year.

If it weren't for the Cataclysm unleashed by Deathwing, which severely damaged the Night Elves' foundations on the Black Coast, the messengers of the High Elves might have had to wait a century.

If memory serves, how many of the upper elves were left?

Five hundred?

Thousand?

At this moment, it is impossible for Darnassus to take in so many "refugees", it is a matter of political correctness.

So the appearance of Carlos plays the role of a savior to a certain extent.

He can make the upper elves survive a little more.

That's a ridiculous question.

Whether it's a Grand Arcanist or a civilian.

The withering of Eresaras is largely due to the fact that there are too many strong men.

The mana needed to satisfy a Grand Arcanist could supply thousands of civilians.

There was no Well of the Sun or Well of the Night, and Tosedrin, even though he was far more benevolent than Darsmare and Arisander, could not restrain the city's decay.

At least Dawnlight doesn't hate Torsedrin.

After tens of thousands of years of sucking the power of demons, Prince Tosedlin still retains his "kind" side, which is an elf that people can't hate.

"What was your original plan?"

"Find two or five boys, and dig people in secret."

"And now?"

"I'm looking for a matchmaker, and I'd like to talk to Tosedrin."

"What if it fails."

"Fight again."

As the main battlefield of that year, the damage to the magic net of the Kalimdor Continent was far more serious than that of the Eastern Kingdom, which was in the wilderness back then.

Carlos has assessed that his Alterac can theoretically accept about 10,000 upper-class elf refugees.

It is not known what Quel'Salas's attitude is, but it will be a huge force.

It's worth the risk.

It would be a win-win situation if he could negotiate with Tosedrin.

The only problem is that Carlos himself understands that it is not so easy.

The ruler looks at the problem from a different angle than ordinary people.

The Green Dragon's efficiency is very high, and the direction leading from the mountains of Firas to the Gate has been found.

This momentous good news dispelled the gloom in Carlos's heart.

"Pull out the camp, the sweep has begun."

The sea was so old that the sea had turned into mulberry fields, and although the flying green dragon pointed out the right direction, Carlos had to follow the terrain to find his way.

This requires a huge amount of labor.

Carlos thinks ogres are good.

If you're weaker than an ogre, an ogre is a hideous-looking ogre.

If you're stronger than an ogre, then a stupid and cute ogre is a bit cute.

Why did the Eastern Kingdom dare to use even orc prisoners of war, but not ogres as labor?

Because the peasants can't control it, the army is laborious to take care of it, and the social structure of the ogre is big brother, and he doesn't talk about other reasons.

Carlos doesn't matter, it's obvious that in the acre of three points of land in Fellas, except for the green dragon Lethorne, he should be the strongest, which ogre is disobedient, and directly kills and eats meat, not forced.

Soon, Carlos' legion "conscripted" more than two hundred ogres.

There was clearly more than just a little ogre in the whole of Feras, but there was a reply from Eresaras's side.

Carlos was forced to put an end to the pleasant play and return to the heavy topic.

"Your Majesty, I have brought the polymath Kildas."

Morninglight leaves the Hammer of Doom to meet Carlos again, this time with an extra male elf.

Sympathy is sympathy, and the attitude must be tough.

Carlos asked in a haughty tone.

"Kildas, I've asked Chenguang the same question before, and now it's your turn. What you want from me, and what you can bring me. ”

Kildas didn't speak, just looked at Carlos calmly.

A moment later.

"Have you seen enough?"

Carlos restrained his arrogance and said in as calm a tone as he could.

"I have everything you want, just to see if you can give me a price that I like."

Kildas didn't seem to speak for too long, and his speech seemed to be very fluid.

"Oh? Everything I wanted ......"

Carlos smiled playfully.

"You're too much of a move, and you're underestimating Sindra's strength. Not only has Thorcedrin noticed you, but the demons have noticed you as well. ”

Kildas's words gradually flowed.

He pressed his palm to signal Carlos not to have a seizure for a while, and then continued.

"It's not hard for you to want the upper elves to serve you. For 10,000 years, without the nourishment of the Well of Eternity, many people are no longer worthy of the name of the upper elves, but just some commoners who can do magic. Is such an upper elf what you want? No. What you want are those powerful mages. What you want is Sindra. Let the guy next to you explain to you what a polymath is and what Sindra is. ”

Although Kildas spoke proudly, his expression was sad.

Dandemar whispered in Carlos' ear as she explained, "Even during the Imperial period, our Night Elf polymath was in their early hundreds, and those were all true Grand Arcanists, each of them a living library. ”

"Sorry, my hearing is good, I didn't mean to, I beg your pardon, by the way, explain Syndra."

Kildas pretended to be invisible.

Dandema egg pain chrysanthemum tight.

"Sindra, the true meaning is the hand of the Queen. We were Queen Aishara's most loyal subjects until she betrayed her own people. ”

Seeing that Danderma didn't speak, Kildas explained it himself.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Carlos took a deep breath and said a few times in silence respect for the old and love for the young.

"The reason why I didn't report Chenguang's betrayal to the prince and came to see you is not because I don't have a few magic gems of yours."

Kildas gestured to the morning light.

"If she didn't mind the lives and deaths of civilians in the lower city, she wouldn't be like this."

Kildas pointed to himself again.

"By virtue of who I am, the magic of Eresaras will always be mine."

Tears welled up in the corners of Kildas's eyes.

"If you're willing to help me kill Prince Tosedrin, I'll help you get what you want, human."

Carlos suddenly felt sick.

"And then support you to be a prince?"

"Nope."

Kildas shook his head.

"In my heart, the prince of Eresaras will always have only Tosedrin."

Carlos is a little incomprehensible, is this guy a traitor or a loyalty?