Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 663

It’s noon on the day of hoeing, sitting on the ground can suck the soil, backache and backache.

Carlos didn't intend to do anything when he carried Aluriel back. He had no interest in collecting corpses at all, but he wanted to embarrass Eli Sandro at the time.

But as the king of the patriarchal society, Carlos obviously didn't know enough about the feminist Suramar, and even less about the chief magic swordsman.

"Can you change your position? You are against my stomach."

In fact, Aluriel woke up soon after.

So Carlos was a little embarrassed.

"can not."

"Well, I'm willing to bet and lose, you can play whatever you want tonight."

Aluriel snorted indifferently, and circled behind Carlos with his fingers.

As a result, Carlos, in anger, spent a whole night drawing a picture of Shanghe River during Qingming Festival.

"Are your Suramar women so casual?"

After the incident, Carlos in the sage state had no brains to speak, and he regretted it only when he spoke.

But Aluriel didn't seem to care.

"Isn't it right to bet and lose? I don't have a husband."

It makes sense, Carlos feels speechless, girl, respect you as a man...

After two battles, although his body was exhausted, his spirit was inexplicably excited. Carlos, who was not sleepy at all, began to chat with Oruriel on the topic of Suramar and the Nightborne.

So I learned more about these Smurfs.

I have to mention that Aluriel was really spoiled by Eli Sandro, or the protection was too good, this firecracker girl really dared to say anything.

"Except for the Great Magister, who really cares about Suramar's future."

Under Aluriel's description, a real Suramar was enriched in Carlos's mind.

The addiction not only plagues the high-level elves of Erethalas, but even with the dark night well, the children of the night are still no exception.

After all, the Well of Eternity is so unique, so unique.

The brilliance of the Dark Night Well was compared with that of the Well of Eternity, not to mention how the light of rice grains would dare to compete with Haoyue, it was not much better than a flashlight.

So magic wine has become a must-have for the children of the night.

Therefore, the quota for the distribution of magic wine has become one of the means by Eli Sandro to control the city of Suramar.

This made Carlos suddenly remembered a sentence --- Suramar's demons existed long before the arrival of the legion.

The division of the Nightborne Class is far more severe than that of the lord farmer of human society.

In the world of magic, the importance of money has dropped drastically, it is only an appendage of power. The noble masters of Suramar possess huge resources. Common people are vulnerable to enchanted armor and weapons, and people are just resources that can move.

In Aluriel’s narration, Talissa is just a superficial hypocrite. The family is just a greedy crawler who lives by the dark well. The Son of the Night, the only one who really cares about the continuation of the race is Eli Sandro. people.

"You know, I am the first person in Suramar who has crossed the distinction between commoner and noble class in 300 years. Those who envy me call me lucky, and those who are jealous of me secretly say that I am the Great Magister. Pets. But I don’t care, I don’t have the power to change all of this, so I choose to follow the right people."

Aluriel adjusted his posture to relax himself a little bit.

"So why are you here to provoke me?"

Carlos finally found the right opportunity to ask this question.

"Three thousand barrels of magic wine, is this reason enough?"

"What are you going to do with it, take a bath?"

Carlos doesn't think Aluriel will be short of magic wine rations, is she greedy for money?

"In Suramar, magic wine is hard currency. Well, I don't know much about you humans. You can understand it as gold or gems."

"What is your salary?"

"I am the daughter of a blacksmith."

"Feel sorry."

"I understand what you are thinking, but it's okay. The more vicious slander is not that I have not seen it. And I am not a Bai Lan flower like Talissa, and I always use my share to help the civilians. I share half of my father at most. "

"You are very real..."

"It's tiring to tell lies. A lie needs more lies to cover up, so why bother."

After sulking joy, Carlos suddenly felt that he admired Aluriel a little.

"I have always been talking about Suramar, can you tell me about your human world?"

"It's better than you, but not much."

"How to say?"

"Our human world is also the noble world."

"It's not difficult to understand."

"I only have two civilian generals under my hand, one is the son of a farmer and the other is the son of a groom."

"You are a nice guy."

"The main issue is education. The children of the nobles are indeed stronger than the common people."

"That's right, civilians can't afford a swordsman."

"The main reason is that my country has a small population. The civilians of the Kingdom of Lordaeron next door are much easier to get ahead."

"How many people do you rule?"

"More than eight hundred thousand."

"Gosh, so many?"

"There are more than four million people in Lordaeron."

"...I think you are bragging."

"No, the Lordaeron I am talking about is not the land of Lordaeron, but the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The total number of human beings is at least seven million."

"I still think you are bragging."

"What is there to brag about, the Eastern Kingdom is basically the sphere of influence of our humans and allies, and there are tens of millions of night elves in Kalimdor."

"...Our Suramar has a population of only 170,000."

Carlos looked dumbfounded, did you tell me this kind of core information?

"At the time when our population was the largest, our population recovered to 230,000, but the supply of magic wine could not satisfy so many people. The nobles lured the civilians in Xiacheng into a turmoil, and more than 70,000 people were banished from Suramar. "

"exile?"

"It's hypocritical, it's better to kill them."

"Why?"

"Life is better than death. Without the magic power of the night well, those night children degenerate into withered ones. Because of the false mercy of those fools, Suramar's guards suffer at least thousands of casualties every year when dealing with the spider elves and withered ones. people."

While chatting, I didn't know who fell asleep first, and the room became quiet.

Inside the magic barrier, Suramar was in a state of eternal night, which interfered with Carlos and his biological clock.

When Eli Sandro's invitation arrived, Carlos was still asleep.

Auriel woke him up.

"The Grand Magister has invited you to a banquet."

"What time is it now?"

"The sun should be going down soon."

Um?

Carlos looked out the window, the night scene was still brightly lit.

"I still have a task, let's go first."

"good."

Carlos looked at Aluriel, who was already neatly dressed, and nodded.