Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Be on time!"

"It's pretty..."

The moon was lacking, and under the statue of the moon god, two rough men lost all the faces of the macho.

To say a little off topic, simply compare the four main spirits that exist today.

Excluding the spider shape of Sha'dorei and the serpentine body of the Naga Siren, the ones that really followed the civilization of the Elf Kaldorei Empire were the night elves of Darnassus and the Night Sons of Suramar, who mainly lived in Erezala. The high elves of Si, and the high elves of Quel'Thalas.

The beauty of the night elves is the perfect harmony between nature and wildness, and is a grace bestowed by God.

The beauty of the Son of the Night is the continuation of the most orthodox Kadore culture, luxurious and complicated.

Carlos couldn't appreciate the beauty of the high elves.

The beauty of the upper elves, that is true pure beauty, is just good-looking.

Logically speaking, the predecessor of the high elves is the high elves.

However, for a long time, Dasmarei led the tribe to wander in the endless sea, suffering from the addiction of demons, and did not solve this problem until the rebuilding of the sun well.

In this long process, the physical deterioration of the high elves compared to their close relatives is obvious.

Smaller size and short lifespan.

The upper elves are different. Although they have rejected Malfurion's proposal, the upper elves who still adhere to the arcane way are essentially night elves, and the dragon king's blessing still affects them.

Although compared with the night elves of Darnassus, the upper elves of Erethalas have fairer skin, no healthy violet-like color, and a thinner figure and shorter head, but they are full of fairies. Childish.

The key is to come to the appointment. The upper elf's protruding body didn't comment, and his face was so pretty.

Showing off the pig brother is not ashamed, this is called knowing how to appreciate the beauty!

It's all caused by the moon...

Carlos wanted to throw the pot to the moon, but found that today is the night of the moon.

It was Dan Dema, an old rascal who taught me badly...

This is a good reason.

"You are not a prophet..."

The upper elf woman forcibly resisted the tension in her heart, still trying to communicate before deciding what to do next.

"I can save you."

Carlos used the holy light to mark Medivh's mark to prove his identity.

"This is... the smell of holy light? How could the prophet have a priest as a follower."

Ah……

Look, what is the taste of the upper elf.

This is the smell of flames, the flame elves of Huoyu Mountain for three thousand years, passionate, unrestrained, and a bit spicy.

This is the taste of frost, North Blue’s Ten Thousand Years ice, freezing all the loneliness, suitable for quietness when alone.

The smell of lightning is wild and unruly, I am afraid it is wind power...No, it has a softness that is endless, and it should be mixed with three-point hydropower.

The taste of this arcane is so boring after you have tasted the Well of Eternity, Elune, forgive my greed.

The smell of the holy light is a bit sweet...

"You are wrong about two things. First, I am not a pastor, and second, I am not a follower of the Prophet."

Carlos's pretense in front of the beauty had a counterproductive effect, and the upper elf woman directly took a fighting posture to deal with possible conflicts.

Then, big eyes stared at small eyes, embarrassed.

"Hey, hey, speak clearly, you scared others."

Dan Dema hurried to make a round.

"Well, I will introduce myself again. My name is Carlos Barov. I am a Paladin. Remember, I am a Paladin, not a priest. In addition, the prophet in your mouth has gone to the star realm to find hope in order to save the world. The preparations for staying in Azeroth are now inherited by me. You can think of me as his successor or heir."

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

"Puff, hahahaha."

Dan Dema laughed directly, unable to straighten her waist.

"No, this is not nonsense, the basis of cooperation is integrity."

"I apologize, then you call me for what you want, and what can I get."

Although Carlos didn't have the ability to do it on his own, he still had some skills, and he quickly rounded the scene back.

"What's your name?"

"Morning."

"..."

Carlos glanced at Dandema, who also stopped being funny, straightened up and thought.

"I haven't heard of it. It may be a name or a title."

"Well, Miss Chenguang, let us change the order of your questions. What do you want from me, and what can you give me. This is not a perfunctory trial, just to make you understand that my cost is more than you think. Much more. This king allows you to sit on the floor and start the price."

After probing to the end, Carlos suddenly straightened his chest and exuded a heart of soul.

"All I want is magic. As long as you can provide magic, I will give what you want."

Chenguang slowly walked to Carlos step by step, his eyes full of emptiness.

Carlos stretched out his hand to stop Dandema, beckoning him not to have an attack, and then slowly reached out his hand against Chenguang's forehead, the Holy Light calmly flowed into the upper elf's dry body.

Dandema counted one hundred and thirty-two, and Carlos withdrew his hand.

"If this is your capital, then it is obviously not enough. Although the holy light can relieve the hunger and thirst of the body, it cannot fill the void of the soul."

Chenguang shook his head helplessly.

This did not exceed Carlos's expectations.

After drinking Pepsi for Ten Thousand Years, you suddenly change to Vita Lemon Tea, otherwise you will not get used to it.

Carlos took out a black velvet bag from his waist, loosened the rope, lifted the bottom upside down, and the magic gems made a shiny luster and slipped off the dust.

"I said, my capital is much more than you think."

Chenguang's eyes seemed to be filled with magical brilliance.

She turned to Dan Dema and said.

"My compatriot, can you leave for a while. (I beg you)"

This is a sentence pattern similar to a proverb. Dan Dema was a little surprised, but he was enlightened.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Carlos.

Carlos also thought for a while, feeling that the morning light of the upper elf in front of him could not threaten his life, so he nodded.

Dan Dema soon hid his figure in the dark night.

"What do you want to say to me alone, just say it."

Carlos waited for the other party to make an offer, but Chenguang slowly took off his clothes.

"What's the meaning?"

Carlos looked at Chenguang's chest, his eyes slowly moved down, but he asked dissatisfiedly.

In the King Mode, Carlos only cared about benefits and only the established goals. Chenguang's reply made him very dissatisfied.

The value of that bag of magic gems can be cool for two months in the best place in Quel'Thalas.

Carlos felt that if Chenguang was not mentally retarded, he was insulting himself.

"I said, you give me magic, I give you everything."

Gazing calmly into Carlos's eyes, Chenguang knelt down half a step away from Carlos.

While unlocking Carlos's crotch, Chenguang added.

"The situation in Ere'Thalas is worse than you think. To be honest, you have given too much, and I can't refuse it at all."

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