At the same time, he had already determined in his heart that this was something that belonged to him, and no one could touch it, not even his own sister.
Therefore, Jaina's announcement of her succession to the queen was a great shock to him, just like the Lich King Ner'zhul's anger and hysteria after his true colors were revealed.
To some extent, the experiences of these two people do have some similarities.
They were all once respected and loved by those around them, held very high status, and were eager to do something to help their tribe and country.
Even the way to fall is to fall into a trap carefully woven by the enemy, and then make one wrong step after another, until there is no way back and one can only go down the same path to the end.
The only difference is that Arthas's inherent stubbornness and recklessness prompted him to embrace his dark destiny and quickly complete the transformation in an extremely painful and dramatic way.
Ner'zhul was a typical coward. After committing an unforgivable mistake, he just wanted to escape, but was caught red-handed and had to continue serving the Burning Legion reluctantly.
This is also why Zuo Si is full of contempt for Ner'zhul and even mocks him to his face without any hesitation when speaking.
In his eyes, even a villain like Gul'dan is a hundred times stronger than Ner'zhul.
I really don't know what Kil'jaeden was thinking at the time, to transform such a waste into the Lich King and let him continue to serve the Burning Legion.
You have to know that from the devil's perspective, a soul like this, which has no shining points, is dark and depraved but not completely depraved, has no special value at all.
They are only worthy of being thrown into a torture chamber and tortured repeatedly, until all their soul energy is completely squeezed out.
On the contrary, a soul like Arthas, who was once full of light and hope but later actively embraced darkness and evil, has unimaginable value.
In comparison, the soul quality of Sylvanas, who possesses a strong obsession with revenge, is inferior, but it is also a rare treasure.
Most importantly, through these two cases he observed with his own eyes, Zuo Si suddenly discovered that the so-called "psychic magic" was actually summoning back the complete soul or partial soul of the deceased from the Shadow Realm.
Instead of the necromancy of Faerun, low-level undead can be driven simply by negative energy and a few soul imprints left in the remains.
The souls of mentally retarded ghouls, zombies and skeletons are often incomplete, accounting for less than one percent, one thousandth or one ten-thousandth of a complete soul.
This kind of low-level undead has no thinking ability or personality, and can only mechanically obey the orders given by the high-level undead in the Scourge.
Anyone who has a certain level of cognition and independent thinking, or even retains complete memories of their previous life, has retained at least a quarter of their soul.
That is to say, the success rate of psychic magic is not 100%.
Once the soul of the owner of the remains has completely disappeared, the magical ritual of resurrection will fail.
Although some necromancers have figured out how to tear other relatively complete souls into small pieces and then stuff them into the bodies of artificially stitched abominations to create more and more powerful undead creatures.
But this obviously does not fall into the category of necromancy, but rather necromancy.
It is precisely because the size of the soul contained in each dead ghost is different that the level of intelligence difference between individuals of the same type is very huge.
Some ghouls are left with only primitive instincts, while others can communicate and speak like normal people.
What’s even more interesting is that even with the Helm of Domination, a super mind amplifier, the Lich King cannot remotely control every undead creature.
Therefore, he needs to create a large number of generals or commanders like Arthas, Sylvanas, and Kel'Thuzad who have thinking and independent consciousness to assist him in managing the Scourge and millions of undead troops.
So an interesting paradox arises.
That is, the larger the size of the Scourge, the more self-aware undead there will be, and the Lich King's control will plummet.
This can be seen from the fact that after the Frozen Throne was attacked by Illidan, Sylvanas immediately got out of control and launched a rebellion.
According to this logic, wouldn't the stronger the Scourge, the weaker the Scourge would be?
After all, once the absolute control over all undead creatures is gone, every undead creature with self-awareness may turn against them and become the enemy of the Scourge like Sylvanas and the Knights of the Ebon Blade.
Moreover, he is a formidable enemy who knows everyone's background and is fearless of death.
Through the battles with Arthas and Sylvanas, Zuo Si successfully figured out the Lich King's true abilities and the limits he could reach. He also understood why Kil'jaeden had never even looked at Ner'zhul.
It's not that the Deceiver is too conceited, but the upper limit of the Lich King's ability was determined from the moment he was created.
He had no way of turning all living things in the world into undead and then creating an eternal kingdom as Arthas imagined.
A number of millions to tens of millions of undead would push the Lich King's control to its limit.
Perhaps this number is already quite terrifying for the native creatures of Azeroth, and can even be called a natural disaster.
But in the eyes of the Burning Legion that has conquered countless worlds, it can be easily crushed by just sending out any demon army.
Therefore, even after the fusion of the Lich King, his upper limit might be only slightly stronger than the Demigod of the Wilds.
After reaching the conclusion he wanted, Zuo Si quickly broke away and took a boat to the island of Quel'Danas where the Sunwell was located, and returned the Joy of Fire in his hand to King Anasterian.
However, after caressing the Sunstrider family's inherited artifact affectionately, the latter stuffed it back into Zuo Si's hands and said with a slightly emotional tone: "Please help me give it to Kael'thas.
Felo'melorn carries too much meaning and historical heritage, symbolizing the glory of Quel'Thalas. It should not accompany me here to its destined destruction.
Tell my son that from now on the responsibility of leading this country falls on his shoulders.
There is no need to force yourself to continue fighting against the endless army of undead. Just leave quickly before the enemy attacks you.
The remaining battle is our final elegy.
I will use my tragic death to make all the high elves remember the suffering and humiliation they suffered today, so that they can forge ahead in the difficult years to come and rebuild their homes from the ruins.
This is the only thing I can do as a king."
"As you wish."
Zuo Si did not continue to persuade the other party to leave. Instead, he placed one hand on his chest to express his respect to the king who was about to die heroically.
He understood that Anasterian made such a choice. On the one hand, he felt guilty for his previous disrespect for the Scourge and wanted to atone for his sins through death. On the other hand, he wanted to take all the senators who held high positions in Silvermoon City to another world to clear the way for Kael'thas to take power and make a series of reforms.
After all, the king is defending the Sunwell, so these old nobles and parliamentarians who usually claim to represent the people naturally have no excuse to escape.
By doing this, Anasteria can not only preserve his own reputation, but also take away all the vested interests of the country's stubborn conservatives when he dies heroically.
What's more, his body has already aged and he doesn't have hundreds of years to live. It is definitely a big profit for him to play such a trick when his life is about to come to an end.
Facts have proved that anyone who can stand at the top of a country's political system is a black-hearted person.
No matter how kind, generous and just they appear in their daily lives, they are still power monsters at heart. Their way of thinking and ruthlessness at critical moments are far beyond the imagination of normal people.
Following Zuo Si's departure, Arthas quickly led the undead army into Silvermoon City and completely razed the city full of art and magical wonders to the ground in order to vent his inner anger.
At this moment, he stood in the empty harbor and looked at the islands across the strait, with a biting coldness in his eyes.
Sylvanas obviously enjoyed seeing her enemy's helpless and furious look. She raised her lips and asked with a slightly sarcastic tone: "How do you plan to cross this strait and attack Sunwell Plateau? You know, the sea is not a small river. Even if you throw the entire undead army into it, it will be useless."
"Humph! Do you think this strait can stop me from moving forward?"
Arthas turned his head and glanced at the banshee he had transformed with his own hands out of the corner of his eye.
"No, I am just waiting for you to demonstrate, dear master..."
Sylvanas bowed gracefully according to the etiquette of the high elves, without concealing her sarcasm and gloating.
She didn't realize at all that she was clearly heading down the path of evil, and her heart was becoming increasingly darker.
However, Arthas ignored the verbal and attitude offense and directly drew out the rune sword.
moment!
The biting cold began to spread rapidly around him.
The Death Knight seemed to sense something, and said in a voice without any emotion: "Do you hear the whispers from Frostmourne?"
Sylvanas's expression suddenly changed.
Because as an undead, she undoubtedly felt the power from the Lich King, as well as the words that echoed in her mind all day long.
Just a second later, Arthas swung the rune sword forward.
Boom!!!! A flash of white cold air passed by, and the strait between Silvermoon City and Quel'Danas Island was instantly frozen by ice, forming a frost bridge that was large enough for a million troops to pass through.
Such a powerful force is beyond everyone's imagination.
Because Frostmourne can freeze the sea today, it can freeze a well-defended fortress or city tomorrow.
Without any hesitation!
Arthas directly issued an order for a general attack to the Scourge army gathered around the port.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of undead creatures charged forward on the solid ice, intending to capture the Sunwell in the shortest possible time and clear the last obstacle for Kel'Thuzad's rebirth.
Although the high elven army and mages on the island of Quel'Danas tried their best to destroy the ice bridge through fire magic.
Unfortunately, before they could melt the ice on the beach, the fastest Death Knights and Fanatical Ghouls came over at lightning speed.
Arthas personally rode on Invincible and took the lead, chopping off Anasterian's head with thunderous force.
The high-level magic sword in the latter's hand, which temporarily replaced Flame Strike, was cut into two parts on the spot during the confrontation with Frostmourne.
Without Anasterian, the strongest man, the rest of the people naturally could not be a match for Arthas, and were harvested by Frostmourne and became part of the Scourge.
After a while, the Sunwell, the source of life for the high elves, was lost.
As Kel'Thuzad's rotting corpse was thrown into the center of the Sunwell, the most powerful lich on Azeroth finally completed his self-reinvention and appeared in front of everyone in a different form.
The Sunwell, which is filled with arcane energy, has also been contaminated by the energy of shadow and death, taking on a strange color.
Just when Arthas wanted to say something to Kel'Thuzad, a familiar figure suddenly appeared from the darkness, laughed and praised: "Well done, Death Knight, you have successfully completed your task. Now it's your turn to perform, Lich."
"Tichondrius? You have been spying on us!" Arthas couldn't help but ask immediately.
"Don't say it so harshly. I prefer to use the word "supervision" rather than "monitoring". After all, my duty is to ensure that the Lich King and you can complete your missions."
The Dreadlord grinned in triumph.
It was obvious that he enjoyed the feeling of controlling others and making them act according to his will.
Kel'Thuzad used a very obscure gesture to stop Arthas from asking further questions, and then he bowed humbly and whispered tentatively: "What is the next instruction of the Legion?"
"It's simple. Your next step is to go to the Blackrock orcs' stronghold and find a demon gate that is still functioning. Lord Archimonde will personally give you new orders."
Tichondrius raised his chin slightly and gave the answer.
"Understood, we will do as you say."
Kel'Thuzad nodded and agreed without hesitation.
Unlike the young and inexperienced Arthas, he knew very well that the entire Scourge force, including the Lich King, were merely tools used by the Burning Legion to invade Azeroth.
Before the latter's plan completely collapsed, there was no room for bargaining and he had no choice but to obey.
Tichondrius was undoubtedly very satisfied with the lich's attitude. After giving him a look that said "you'd better know what's best for you", he cast a teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
Realizing that the Dreadlord had been watching him, Arthas did not dare to talk any more and immediately led his army southward.
He knew that the Alliance had built a large number of fortifications at the junction of Lordaeron's capital and Silverpine Forest. Any attempt to attack by force would only bring trouble to himself, so he decisively chose to take the detour through the Alterac Mountains.
Moreover, the Blackrock Orc stronghold that the Dreadlord referred to happens to be near Alterac Valley.
So after destroying the homeland of the high elves, the Scourge army turned around and returned in a mighty force. Their speed was so fast that the elves scattered in Eversong Woods who had no time to retreat were stunned and unbelievable.
Of course, although the main force was transferred away, Arthas still left behind a few capable subordinates to occupy this land and transform it into an environment that is unsuitable for living people like the East and West Plague Lands.
Therefore, the remaining high elves did not dare to approach the ruins of Silvermoon City, but continued to hide themselves in the dense forest.
Compared to them, those who escaped through portals and ships were much luckier.
Especially the refugees who arrived at Stranglethorn Vale, not only were they severely frightened, they didn't even miss a meal.
The Church of the God of Contract, which had been prepared for a long time, immediately arranged temporary accommodation and a sumptuous meal for them.
After seeing humans and forest elves walking on the streets of this large city, the panicked crowd finally calmed down.
Since Stranglethorn Vale had been accepting refugees from Lordaeron ever since Arthas murdered his father and mother, the entire city had already gained sufficient experience, and it was extremely easy to resettle just a few tens of thousands of high elf refugees.
After all, they were only staying temporarily for a while and would have to return to Quel'Thalas to rebuild their homes sooner or later, so there was no need to allocate land, build houses, or arrange work. They only needed to set up some simple wooden houses and tents.
As for food for daily consumption, it is exactly what Stranglethorn Vale has the least shortage of.
Seeing that a large number of civilians had already started to sit on the ground to cook and eat, Kael'thas's tense face finally relaxed a little, and he sighed in a voice that only he could hear: "Fortunately, the situation is not so bad that it cannot be reversed."
"Your Highness, what should we do next?"
Lor'themar Theron asked in an uncertain tone.
"I don't know. I'll ask my father what he thinks after I see him."
There was a hint of confusion in Kael'thas' eyes.
After all, he had been living in Dalaran before and had no experience in governing. He didn't know how to rebuild Quel'Thalas under such circumstances.
Lor'themar Theron obviously sensed this and wanted to encourage the prince.
But just as he opened his mouth and before he could make any sound, Zuo Si suddenly used a portal to teleport from the farthest north of the eastern continent and handed the Flamemaw in his hand directly to Kael'thas.
"This is?!!!"
Kael'thas' pupils suddenly dilated, and the originally fair skin on his face began to become congested due to his excitement, showing a delicate pink color.
"This is what your father asked me to pass on to you.
He died along with all the high elves who landed on the island to defend the Sunwell.
At present, the entire Silvermoon City has turned into ruins, the arcane energy of the Sunwell has been contaminated by shadow and death energy, and the Parliament has completely ceased to exist.
King Anasterian said that from now on you are the leader of Quel'Thalas, shouldering the responsibility and obligation to lead the people to rebuild their homeland.
By the way, he could have left, but he chose to die with his country.”
After saying this, Zuo Si gently patted the elf prince's shoulder to comfort him.
"NO!!!!!!!! Who? Who killed my father?"
Kael'thas' emotions instantly went out of control. He grabbed Flamestrike and his whole body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
Although he had fantasized more than once about taking over this artifact that symbolized the glory of the Sunstrider family from his father, it was definitely not in this way.
Zuo Si did not hide anything and told the truth openly.
"ALSATHUS!!!!!!"
The Elf Prince's eyes were filled with light of incomparable anger and hatred, and the out-of-control arcane energy continued to form terrifying high-temperature flames around his body.
Obviously, the hatred for his father's murder was the reason for the feud between him and Arthas, and not because of his failure in the process of winning Jaina's favor as the latter joked when they met in Icecrown Glacier.
However, Kael'thas was a powerful mage after all, and his self-control ability was much better than that of Arthas, who was born a warrior. He quickly stopped the rampaging arcane energy and said word by word through gritted teeth: "On behalf of Quel'Thalas, I request to join the Alliance immediately and join the coalition forces to fight the Scourge."
"Are you sure the high elves want to join the battle at a time like this?"
Zuo Si glanced at the refugees who had just settled down, and clearly did not agree with this irrational decision made in anger and impulse.
After all, high elves are not humans, let alone orcs, a short-lived race that grows up in their teens and is dragged onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.
即便繁衍生息了数千年，总数量也不过三十到四十万人左右。
天灾军团入侵的时候死了差不多三分之一，眼下逃到荆棘谷的人口数量只有不足七万，剩下的不是登船逃到了海上，就是散落在永歌森林的各个村落。
总数加在一起撑死了能有二十万就算不错了。
就这还是全力组织救援的结果。
按照原本的时间线，奎尔萨拉斯几乎被天灾军团屠了个七七八八，最后可能存活的连五万人都不到。
更惨的是这点人口最后还经过了不止一次的分裂。
其中一部分在希尔瓦娜斯的介绍下加入部落；
一部分和凯尔萨斯一起追随伊利丹前往外域征战，最终变成燃烧军团的爪牙；
一部分不愿意与嗜血野蛮的兽人和巨魔当盟友仍旧留在联盟自称高等精灵； 还有的投靠了沙塔斯的纳鲁变成占星者……
光凭这些信息就能判断出，在原本时间线中血精灵的人口究竟凋零到了什么程度，难怪最终会为了生存和自保不得不与昔日的仇敌并肩作战。
但凡还有点实力，以精灵的高傲和自负又怎么可能会允许自己向兽人、巨魔这样的死敌低头。
可能人口总数还比不过已经覆灭的洛丹伦王国遗民。
起码后者还能组建起血色十字军和银色黎明北伐军两支力量远征诺森德。
左思一直都认为，让高等精灵这样的天生魔法种族作为消耗品去参加战争是一种极大的浪费。
悠长的寿命使其更加适合去学习魔法、研发技术、从事各种需要长时间积累经验、打磨技艺的工作。
就算要参战，也应该是以技术人员和施法者的身份，而非作为普通的士兵。
否则就是巨大的人才资源浪费。
可已经被杀父之仇蒙蔽双眼的凯尔萨斯却不这么想，反而一脸狰狞的点了点头：“是的，我已经想清楚了。
既然我们高等精灵是联盟的一份子，那么就理所当然要为联盟贡献一份力量。
我给点时间，我马上招募一支三千到五千人的军队。
不管阿尔萨斯想要干什么，他都必须要为自己犯下的罪行付出代价。”
“好吧，既然你坚持的话，那就自己训练组建军队，然后前往北方找佳莉娅报道。她现在是联军的最高指挥官，同时也是洛丹伦王国的女王。”
看到精灵王子心意已决，左思放弃了劝说对方的打算。
毕竟杀父之仇这种东西是真的没办法劝，就好像他从来没有阻止过佳莉娅想要干掉阿尔萨斯为母亲复仇一样。
更何况区区三五千人，对目前二十万左右的高等精灵来说并不算伤筋动骨，也不会对未来的计划产生什么影响。
“非常感谢！你是整个高等精灵的恩人。我发誓，永远也不会忘记你为整个奎尔萨拉斯所做的一切。”
说罢，凯尔萨斯弯下腰深深地鞠了一躬，随后便开始与洛瑟玛·塞隆商量招募并组建军队的具体事宜。
这个平日里风度翩翩、永远保持着礼貌的精灵王子，此刻脸上再也看不到一丁点的友善的笑容，只剩下深深地仇恨，以及对于复仇的强烈渴望。
不过这根左思已经没有任何关系了。
因为经过这场毁灭性的灾难之后，契约之神已经彻底成为了精灵中唯一的信仰。
教会组织更是渗透进社会的方方面面，就连许多法师都心甘情愿的加入其中。
至于原本占据一席之地的圣光教会则彻底消亡了。
确切地说是圣光牧师在亲眼目睹亡灵大军进入城内疯狂杀戮、破坏的恐怖景象之后，纷纷对于圣光所推崇的正义和光明产生了强烈的质疑，以至于再也没有办法召唤这股能量为自己所用。
为了不至于变成废物，他们中的绝大多数都迅速投入到契约之神教会的怀抱，开始以一种近乎狂热的状态学习，渴望能早日获得神术重新成为一名能治病救人的牧师。
而在这些人当中，有一名表现最突出的高阶牧师，仅用了几个小时就成功获得一环神术列表。
她的名字叫做莉亚德琳。
……
随着信徒，尤其是虔诚狂热的信徒数量越来越多，远在费伦大陆阿斯卡特拉法师塔内的左思本人，已经可以透过层层阻隔和迷雾依稀窥探到整个星球的全貌，以及包括守护巨龙、上古之神、泰坦守护者和荒野半神等拥有强大力量的个体。
与往常一样，仅仅只是在魔法创造出来的投影上做好标记之后就结束了观察。
跟所有的神明和类神力差不多，他也拥有多线程操控能力，因此无论是制造投影还是把一缕意识投送出去占据某个凡人的身体，都不会对主体产生任何影响。
甚至大多数时候，这些分身都是独立活动的，只需要每隔一段时间相互共享一下记忆和思想就能实现云同步。
更何况今天是前往精灵永聚岛参加宴会的日子，左思可不像错过近距离观察这个被誉为“完美之地”和“理想乡”的地方。
简单整理了一下仪容仪表，然后带上一份礼物，他直接启动请帖上加持的传送魔法，瞬间从法师塔转移到了屹立于无尽之海上的巨大岛屿上。
由于永聚岛的位置一直都对外保密，因此费伦大陆上的人们只知道它在西海岸以东的大海之上。
才刚传送过来，左思就察觉到了头顶闪烁着刺眼奥术光辉的星翼魔法战船，以及成群结队身披板甲的日精灵飞马骑士。
不用问也知道，这就是永聚岛引以为傲的防空力量。
尤其是星翼战船，可是十分强大的魔法船只，拥有在太空、星界和其他位面穿梭的能力，属于真真正正的太空舰队。
别看只有区区六艘，可随便拉出一艘来都能轻松毁灭一座城市乃至一个国家。
能够造成巨大恐慌的夺心魔螺壳舰与之一比都只能算是小儿科。
除此之外，左思还注意到天空中有许多骑着巨鹰的月精灵在低空飞行，时不时还会做出一些高难度的危险动作，看上去既狂野又张扬。
至于周围明显可以分辨出是一座典型的精灵城市，风格上就如同迷斯·卓诺一样，属于那种自然与艺术完美结合的作品。
强大的魔法迷锁甚至净化了周围的空气，并且使城市周围的魔网能量比正常情况浓郁十倍以上。
“欢迎来到永聚岛。你对首都琉希帕城的第一印象如何？”
身穿银白色透明长裙的丝琳希迎面走过来，脸上挂着淡淡的笑容。
“相当不错，跟我想象中永聚岛的状态十分接近。看来那个传闻是真的，这里的确属于阿梵多的一部分，甚至就连托瑞尔星球的规则和魔网都在一定程度上被修改和扭曲了。”
左思摸着下巴饶有兴致的评价道。
作为一名强大的法师，他几乎一眼就能看出琉希帕城差不多所有的建筑都是由魔法塑造而成。
正常来说，像如此大规模的抽取能量八成要导致魔网崩溃形成死魔法区域或混乱魔法区域。
可这里却一点事情都没有，背后肯定少不了同为魔法之神的科瑞隆支持。
“那是当然。要知道为了创造这个岛屿，当初我们可是付出了极大的代价。”
丝琳希明显是当年的亲历者之一，语气中带着一丝感慨。
要知道当年在做出这个决定的时候，并不是所有精灵都支持，甚至有不少反对者。
但事到如今，永聚岛已经成了托瑞尔星球上最大的精灵聚集地，拥有一百六十七万的人口。
这几乎是费伦大陆精灵总数量的好几倍，并且还在稳步增长。
不过左思却不以为然的回应道：“当年牺牲的可不仅仅只有精灵，整个费伦大陆都因此而被撕裂，成千上万的种族在灾难中死伤惨重。所以炫耀之类的就免了吧，在我看来这只是一种自私自利和不负责任的证明。”
“哦？你对于永聚岛的意见似乎很大？”
丝琳希惊讶的挑起眉毛，显然没有料到会听到这样的评价。
“不，我对永聚岛没有任何意见，只是站在中立客观的角度陈述了一个事实，一个被精灵们长期忽视的残酷事实。
在我看来，这是一座用无数尸骨与亡魂堆砌起来的魔法造物，根本没有什么值得吹嘘的。
真正的魔法不应该是这个样子，更不应该以牺牲作为代价。
我很好奇，为什么自诩高级的精灵魔法仪式总是需要以自我牺牲？
难道这是某种凡人与神明之间的约定？
还是精灵魔法仪式需要献祭生命能量作为启动的钥匙？”
左思一边饶有兴致的反问，一边打量着对方那半透明长裙之下娇小但却十分傲人的身材。
要知道精灵的穿衣风格原本就十分奔放大胆，在永聚岛这个只有精灵居住的地方更是变本加厉。
For example, Silinxi in front of us is wearing a silk dress, with nothing underneath. Everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen is now visible.
And this is not an isolated case.
Some moon elves who soar through the sky riding giant eagles are often completely naked, both men and women.
However, Silinxi obviously didn't care about others admiring her figure, and answered directly: "The magic rituals of the elves come from the connection between us and the elven god Corellon.
Because according to mythology, all elves were created by him.
And we are all his children, so we can borrow his power to a certain extent.
Even though some elves do not regard it as their patron saint.
This is why outsiders can never learn and use elven magic rituals.
As for the price you mentioned, it is actually a kind of honor in our view.
What's more, after death, the soul can enter Avando in advance to enjoy an eternal and beautiful life.
Far from being a punishment, it’s a reward.”
"It sounds interesting. No wonder the high elven wizards sacrificed their lives one after another when building the magic maze."
A thoughtful look appeared on Zuo Si's face.
Before, he had never understood why the high-level elven wizards were not afraid of death at all, and why they would compete for the death quota in a jaw-dropping manner.
It turns out that all these differences are differences in cognition and values.
Elves have a clear destination after death and have a complete understanding of the world after death, so they do not feel fear.
Quite the opposite!
After death, their souls entering Avando is more like returning to their true spiritual home. From then on, they will no longer have any sorrow or anxiety and can enjoy a relaxed and happy life every day.
"Come on, let me take you to the palace. Queen Amraruo has already held a grand banquet and is waiting for your arrival."
After saying that, Silinxi turned and walked towards the magnificent building not far away, which was enough to make all the civil engineering guys have a mental breakdown.
Because the shape and supporting structure of this palace are completely inconsistent with the principles of mechanics.
Especially the slender vine frame supporting the bottom and the six-story house above, each one larger than the last, were enough for old man Newton to get out of his coffin.
Needless to say, there is only one reason why this building has not collapsed, and that is the magical power that cannot be explained by common sense.
Following behind Silinxi and admiring her slim and sexy back, Zuo Si quickly passed through the heavy guards and entered the brightly lit lobby on the first floor.
moment!
He was secretly surprised by what he saw, and at the same time he couldn't help but think of a sentence, which is "I often feel out of tune with you because I am not perverted enough."
Whether it was the guests attending the banquet in this hall or the maids and servants responsible for providing services, the parts that could be covered by their clothes would never exceed the palm of an adult male.
The rest of her body was basically either naked or covered in transparent gauze that looked like she was wearing nothing.
Some are even more ruthless, wearing only a few pieces of jewellery on their body.
Obviously, this banquet fully reflects the trust and tradition among the elves.
Because only when they trust each other from the bottom of their hearts will they wear as little as possible or even nothing at all.
In comparison, someone like Zuo Si, who was wrapped tightly from head to toe, not only wearing countless artifacts and high-level magic items, but also having dozens of protective spells on his body, was definitely an outlier among outliers.
To put it more seriously, it can be regarded as an insult to the owner.
After all, so many clothes and magical protection are in themselves a manifestation of distrust.
But Queen Amura Yuehua, who was sitting on the throne, had obviously already heard from other people what kind of person Zuo Si was. Not only did she not show the slightest bit of concern, but she took the initiative to show a friendly smile and nodded slightly in greeting.
When he came closer, Zuo Si bowed slightly according to etiquette.
"I am very pleased to receive your invitation, Your Majesty the Queen."
"I am also very happy to meet you in person, Your Majesty Soth. After all, the entire west coast of Faerun continent has been thriving under your rule, showing unprecedented development and prosperity."
Queen Amra stood up to return the greeting, demonstrating the qualities of an excellent politician.
There is no trace of the arrogance of an elf in her, but instead she shows a mature and humble attitude.
At the Queen's signal, the princes and princesses nearby stepped forward to shake hands and hug the guests from afar.
To be honest, this made Zuo Si feel a little embarrassed and awkward.
There is nothing wrong with hugging a half-naked or naked woman, but if it is a man, he will immediately have some bad associations...
(End of this chapter)