A true high elf: noble and elegant, with beautiful curves in every move and every move, and his words reveal... the unique Versailles atmosphere of a super poser.
The fake high elf: vulgar and direct, always pointing his middle finger straight up in the sky, and his words reveal... the unique smell of the old pervert of Qiu Mingshan's driver.
Even if Sylvanas knew, many fellow elves couldn't stand the decaying atmosphere of Silvermoon City and ran out to fly solo.
For example, Valeela, for example, the still comatose King Daelin’s lover Gina*Golden Sword...
First of all, they were only a few, not as numerous as the thousands of people who were looming in front of me.
Secondly, she doesn’t think she is so old that she has no memory of the elves she has met...right?
Look, what was the [crazy ghost] who was yelling at her shouting: "Swear to support Queen Xi to the death, ba liu ba liu!"
Of course she couldn't understand Chinese, but that didn't prevent her from judging from this guy's words and deeds that he was definitely not a high elf.
If she had ever encountered such a fanatical fan, she swore she would remember it.
Even though the high elves had a population of millions at their peak, if they were serious about remembering them, thousands of years would pass and they would still be able to remember at least their surnames.
A male high elf whose stance and mannerisms pleased Queen Xi came closer.
He touched his chest and bowed in salute.
"Xi Nu... Sir Sylvanas Windrunner, my name is [Grey Walker]. We are high elves living abroad. Unfortunately, since our ancestors left Silvermoon City, our lives have changed due to the environment.
The customs are very different from those of our compatriots in Silver Moon City, so I hope you can understand me."
"Uh, I understand."
"Also, because our names have a special magic power, it will be quite troublesome for our real names to be known. We are used to calling each other by code names."
Queen Xi glanced at the opponent's trident epaulette, sighed, and couldn't hide what was coming: "I understand the trident!"
[Jun Muqi] in the distance looked desperate: "Hey, hey, hey! How come we have changed our skins and pinched our faces again, but we are still treated as rubbish by Queen Xi!"
[God of Tulips]: "Damn it, [garbage] has been criticized! Garbage can be recycled, but we can't. We are obviously hungry ghosts among perverts and dregs among humans."
"Damn it! You are so self-aware, I am speechless!"
[Tulip] put one hand on the other's side and emphasized: "It's us!"
In the past, Queen Xi was not very interested in tridents.
She only commands her own elf rangers and some human hunters.
Those who are not hunters are not qualified to approach Queen Xi's camp.
It's different now. A group of sand sculpture players are leaning towards them like groupies, and Queen Xi still can't refuse.
She couldn't bring back a large number of rangers, after all, it would mean stimulating the nerves of the high-ranking elves in advance.
By the way...
Are these random guys really reliable?
At this time, a guy who called himself [Chu Jiayun] walked up to Queen Xi with a confident face: "Don't worry! Your Excellency Windrunner! It's our turn to cause trouble... Well, when it comes to evacuation work behind enemy lines, we are professionals."
At this time, since the Death Knights directly under Terenas are still on the west coast, near Sunsail Port, there are not many undead air forces on the east wing of Eversong Forest.
Sylvanas was able to successfully airborne with three thousand sand sculpture players sitting on one thousand griffons.
Sure enough, they successfully passed through the wide-area magic shield.
The next morning, all the magic masters in the entire Yonge Forest area were forcibly cut off from their magical connections with Silver Moon City at the same time.
In hundreds of large and small temples and magic towers in the entire area, the elf mage in gorgeous robes opened his eyes in horror and found that from this moment on, the magic communication channel with Silvermoon City no longer came through no matter how he called.
to respond.
Instead, there was a burst of terrible music.
Uh, can it not be scary?
No matter what channel you switch on, it's either "Sadako" or "Midnight Ring" and other famous horror movie background soundtracks.
This exciting music was originally created with the sole purpose of scaring people.
Coupled with the undead troll army that fills the entire field of view in the southern part of the forest, you would be lying if you said you weren't afraid.
The alarm bell is ringing——
Countless elves were awakened from their sleep by the sound of bells, and gathered in the centers of villages and towns dripping with cold sweat. They nervously clenched the overly gorgeous and somewhat impractical weapons in their hands.
However, no matter how much we discuss, there will be no results!
There is no way, there is too little information.
They find that their future seems to have been swallowed up, and the door to survival is slowly being closed.
"We can only wait, can't we do anything?" the kind-hearted elf villager asked the tool man named the village chief.
The old village chief said bitterly: "You know the efficiency of the parliament."
When doing anything that requires decision-making, efficiency is always inversely proportional to the number of decision-makers.
The more council members with decision-making power, the longer the approval process and the slower the decision is issued.
Of course, such a trivial matter as the village losing contact with Silvermoon City would not bother the noble magisters of the Silvermoon Council. The magisters are very busy. No magistrate would waste a lot of precious time on administrative matters.
It's a trivial matter, but if you are not a high-level master, it means you will never be able to obtain a high position.
This creates an efficiency paradox!
A government certainly requires administrative efficiency.
On the other hand, any elf who wants to be promoted must become a higher-level mage. To become a high-level mage requires a lot of time to study magic, which results in very low efficiency for managers at all levels in handling administrative affairs.
In peacetime, the most everyone can do is complain.
In times of war, this kind of efficiency is deadly.
At this moment, in a hidden place outside the village, watching [The Burning Dawn of the Sky] miraculously use a small magic prop to interfere with the village's magic transmission, Sylvanas put her hands on her hips and looked around.
Elite operators (players).
"Okay, according to my understanding of the two thousand years of parliament, those office officers who work slower than a slime monster will need at least three days to determine whether the problem exists, and then argue for three days, and then slowly decide which unlucky guy to send.
Come and see the situation, wait until the observers are dispatched, it will be nine days later. If we ambush the observers, we can even buy two weeks."
Just after listening, the elite operators all looked at each other, their eyes saying the same thing - Damn it! Suddenly I felt that the administrative efficiency of our Great Celestial Empire was extremely high! It was really as fast as 'lightning'.
Queen Xi continued: "I have said that pretending to be an envoy is not feasible. First of all, you must have special clothes and accessories, two special [law breakers] guards, and a parliamentary seal that no one can counterfeit."
Before she could finish her words, she saw a player take out a set of glittering and artistic elf costumes.
[Aiz-Walenstein] suppressed a smile: "You mean this?"
"..." Queen Xi was silent for two seconds: "That also requires a seal."
After the words fell, [Hengkai]'s carving knife flew. In just twenty seconds, he picked an official seal on the sweet potato and printed it on a special announcement book: "What do you think?"
That clear seal has a magical element to it, and no one can see anything strange about it.
