Anomaly Of Warcraft

You can't be too careful with Torsedlin.

This is the style of Carlos.

Please note that it is to treat, not to deal with.

Hearing is a high probability, but seeing is not necessarily true. I have heard a lot about the legend of Prince Tosedrin, but Carlos is unwilling to preconceived him as an enemy before he really communicated with him.

Killing Imottal and cutting off the supply of magic power to El'Thalas is the first step, and clearing the demonic penetration in the Lower City is the second step, and then it's time to buckle.

The current obedience of Ere'Thalas is, to a large extent, the result of internal division of opinions.

It's like the more than 10,000 city garrison that stands still, or the "mob" with a clear-cut stand and a stubborn resistance.

I have to say that the tribe’s invasion is a disaster and wealth for the kingdoms of Lordaeron. At least when Carlos dealt with the complicated social opinions and public opinions of Ere'Thalas, most of the situations have a familiar sense of sight. .

The material life of the upper elves is really not poor.

At least there is no shortage of living supplies.

Even with the addition of more than 2,000 tauren and more than 700 ogres, Erre'Thalas can still easily meet their needs for food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

What?

What about the more than 1,000 humans under Carlos?

In the face of the appetites of tauren and ogres, what human stomach size should be considered!

Be smart...

Take a look at our Knight King Carlos, Azeroth's majestic spokesperson, and he is never smart.

Hunt and kill Sartre, collect monuments, recruit people, spend time and drink, and don't see rabbits or scatter eagles.

"His Majesty Carlos, haven't you forgotten the conditions for Syndra to allow you to enter Ere'Thalas?"

"of course not."

"So when do you do it?"

"After I meet with three other respected polymaths."

"You are hard to come by! His Royal Highness Prince Tosidlin closed the Royal Library."

"You make an agreement with me, and I will negotiate terms with you. This is fair. Master Kildas, you want me to face the fairy prince Tosidrin, who can’t even provide basic information, you miss me Go to die?"

Carlos's tone was very brisk, but the accusations were very severe.

"You just saw Imottal with your hand not long ago, you..."

Kildas's flattery couldn't touch Carlos's G-spot at all, and he interrupted the polymath's words very rudely.

"Is it worth showing off a dog that was imprisoned by your Prince Tosedrin for Ten Thousand Years?"

"..."

Kildas is not a dull man who is not good at words, but he has some expectations for Carlos. He does not want to destroy the relationship between the two parties in an eloquent way, and has nothing to say for a while.

One hundred thousand elves really want to "defend the home and defend the country." Carlos, his tauren friends and the ogre slaves can only stay in Ere'Thalas with hatred.

But at this time, Ere'Thalas was not united, and there were even huge differences within the ruling class.

So what is Carlos in anxious, the emperor is not in a hurry?

After so many years, the immature young people of the year have long been mixed into the old oil in the political arena, not in a hurry, not in a hurry at all.

After the Great Explosion of the Well of Eternity, the environment of Azeroth’s magic net, coupled with the improvement of the new generation of magic skills represented by Silvermoon City and Dalaran for so many years, there is really no Althalas’s mathematics system. The upper elf thought it was so precious.

But easy to learn magic is rare.

As a human being degenerated from the Vrykul, the racial magic talent is really incomparable to the high-level elves who have been nourished by the Well of Eternity for several Ten Thousand Years.

Regardless of what Prince Tosidlin thought in his heart, he essentially regarded the civilians of Erre'Thalas as a burden.

Otherwise, blood sacrifices would never happen.

As a safe zone, Ere'Thalas also restrained the resistance of these elves.

Through the flowers (communication) days (flow) wine (talk) and the earth (heart) over the past few days, Carlos has discovered one of the most basic problems.

That is, the thoughts of the entire upper elf tend to be gloomy and pessimistic.

How splendid the Kaldorei Empire once was, how frustrated the current Ere'Thalas is.

Dissatisfaction and anger are converging, but they are far from reaching the point of explosion.

Even if Carlos took the tauren and the ogre into it to form a substantial occupation of the city, this level of stimulation was not enough to intensify the outbreak of Ere'Thalas.

For the private connection, Carlos not only did not stop it, but instead added to the flames.

It is an indisputable fact that he can't move Ere'Thalas.

If you don't plan to burn this ancient city on fire, then Carlos can only pick up the big one like a blind bear.

Going out for benefits directly, the upper elves may even suspect that the human category has ulterior motives.

But another way, what about paid immigration?

For the people who are gradually disappointed in Ere'Thalas, why not want to live in a different place.

Although they didn't understand how humans came to Feralas, they didn't know the relationship between the Eastern Kingdom and the Alliance of Lordaeron, and they didn't even know that the orcs were dried shrimps.

But I still understand what immigration means.

I have to say that Cenarius's name is really easy to use. Even in ancient cities like Erre'Thalas, even old things such as high-level elves, they still have the ability to eat the fruits of the old deer man's face.

To sum it up, "give my elder brother Cenarius a face, and believe me Carlos is a good person."

The matter of paid immigration was tinkering in private. Many human soldiers harmed the elves "little girls" and so on. As long as they were not strong, Carlos didn't bother to bother about it.

It is also okay to receive a package ticket of the property, and there is no problem with a skilled technician.

At least three thousand high-level elves were moved by the hustle and bustle.

Although this figure is nothing compared with the population of 100,000 in Ere'Thalas, what Carlos recruited was not the absolute poor coolies, but the property-owned class who was digging up the upper elves.

"What about civilians?"

After Chenguang once again served Carlos, he wanted to get a promise while putting on his clothes.

"That's your people, you don't want a way, count on me?"

It is not the first time that Carlos has done something ruthless, and there is no psychological burden.

He is the king of Alterac, not the elven prince of Elthalas, and if he wants him to bear the future of the upper elves, Carlos thinks that his small body is not strong enough.

In this way, Carlos was cleaning up the demons in the city, especially the lurking Sartre, while searching for benefits. As a ghost, he knew whether it should be a way of legally introducing overseas talents or illegal immigrants to sell piglets, and began to transfer the harvest.

"Dandema, how is it?"

Carlos is really self-aware now. There are so many good things in Eléthalas. It is estimated that he and the big soldiers under him are no different from the Eight-Nation Alliance. These things must be professional.

"It deserves to be the ancient city back then, there are really many good things."

Dan Dema took his men, known as the scout squad, in fact, they were doing raids.

The mother ship can suck the mother ship, and the night elves know the bottom elves of the upper elves.

In a luxuriant and false thriving, Kildas couldn't help but his size Carlos.

"Your Majesty, you won't forget, who is the real master of this city, right?"

"Of course I have not forgotten, it is your upper elf."

Carlos smiled gently.

"It's Prince Torsedlin!"

Kildas is on the verge of an explosion.

"Everything you get now is part of our original agreement. I won't interfere, but don't forget, as long as Prince Tosedrin does it, none of your men will want to leave Ere'Thalas alive! "

"So you are persuading me to leave now?"

Carlos said in a tone that was close to molesting.

"you……"

"Who is breaking the agreement? I thought I had proven my worth, but you still treat me as a fool."

"His Royal Highness has closed the Royal Library, and I can't reach anyone at all."

"If you can't get information, it's also a kind of information in itself."

Carlos shook his head. This high-level elves are really not good.

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