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 amplifier mind, 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 caring for 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 openly truth.
"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.
Even after thousands of years of reproduction, the total number is only about 300,000 to 400,000.
Almost one third of the Scourge died when it invaded. Currently, the number of people who have escaped to Stranglethorn Vale is less than 70,000. The rest have either boarded ships and fled to the sea, or are scattered in various villages in Eversong Forest.
The total amount would be good if it could reach 200,000 at most.
This is the result of organizing a rescue effort with all our strength.
According to the original timeline, Quel'Thalas was almost completely massacred by the Scourge, and in the end there might have been less than 50,000 people left alive.
What’s even worse is that this population eventually went through more than one division.
Some of them joined the Horde under the introduction of Sylvanas;
Some of them followed Illidan to fight in Outland with Kael'thas, and eventually became minions of the Burning Legion.
Some of them were unwilling to be allies with the bloodthirsty and barbaric orcs and trolls and remained in the Alliance, calling themselves high elves; others joined the Naaru in Shattrath and became astrologers...
Just from this information, we can tell to what extent the blood elves' population had declined in the original timeline. No wonder they were forced to fight side by side with their former enemies in order to survive and protect themselves.
If they still had some strength, with their pride and arrogance, how could the elves allow themselves to bow to mortal enemies like orcs and trolls?
Perhaps the total population is even smaller than the remnants of the destroyed Kingdom of Lordaeron.
At least the latter can form two forces, the Scarlet Crusade and the Silver Dawn Northern Expedition, to expedition to Northrend.
Zuo Si has always believed that it is a huge waste to let a race with natural magic like the High Elves participate in war as consumables.
Their long lifespan makes them more suitable for learning magic, developing technology, and engaging in various jobs that require a long time to accumulate experience and hone skills.
Even if they have to participate in the war, they should do so as technicians and spellcasters, not as ordinary soldiers.
Otherwise it would be a huge waste of talent resources.
But Kael'thas, who had been blinded by the revenge for his father's murder, did not think so. Instead, he nodded with a grim look on his face: "Yes, I have thought it through.
Since we, the high elves, are part of the Alliance, it is only natural that we should contribute to the Alliance.
Give me some time, I will immediately recruit an army of three to five thousand people.
Whatever Arthas intends to do, he will have to pay for his crimes."
"Well, if you insist, then train and form an army yourself, and then head north to report to Jia Liya. She is now the supreme commander of the coalition forces and also the queen of the Kingdom of Lordaeron."
Seeing that the Elf Prince had made up his mind, Zuo Si gave up the idea of persuading him.
After all, there is really no way to persuade someone to avenge his father's murder, just like he had never stopped Jia Liya from wanting to kill Arthas to avenge her mother.
What's more, a mere three to five thousand people would not be a serious blow to the current 200,000 or so high elves, and would not have any impact on future plans.
"Thank you very much! You are the benefactor of the entire high elves. I swear that I will never forget everything you have done for the entire Quel'Thalas."
After saying this, Kael'thas bent down and bowed deeply, then began to discuss the specific matters of recruiting and forming an army with Lor'themar Theron.
The usually elegant and polite elf prince no longer had a friendly smile on his face. All that was left was deep hatred and a strong desire for revenge.
But this has nothing to do with Zuo Si anymore.
Because after this devastating disaster, the God of Contract has completely become the only belief among the elves.
The church organization has penetrated into every aspect of society, and even many mages are willing to join it.
As for the Holy Light Church, which originally occupied a place, it completely disappeared.
To be precise, after witnessing the horrific scene of the undead army entering the city and killing and destroying crazily, the Holy Light priests began to have strong doubts about the justice and light advocated by the Holy Light, so that they could no longer summon this energy for their own use.
In order to avoid becoming useless, most of them quickly threw themselves into the arms of the Church of the God of Contract and began to study in an almost fanatical state, hoping to acquire divine arts as soon as possible and become a priest who could heal diseases and save lives again.
Among these people, there was a high-level priest who performed the most outstandingly. He successfully obtained a list of first-level divine spells in just a few hours.
Her name is Liadrin.
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As the number of believers, especially devout and fanatical believers, increased, Zuo Si himself, who was far away in the Mage Tower of Askatra in the continent of Faerun, could already vaguely glimpse the entire picture of the planet through layers of barriers and fog, as well as powerful individuals including guardian dragons, ancient gods, Titan guardians and demigods of the wilderness.
As usual, the observation ended after simply marking the projection created by magic.
Like all gods and quasi-gods, he also has multi-threaded control capabilities, so whether he creates a projection or sends a wisp of consciousness to occupy a mortal's body, it will not have any effect on the main body.
Even most of the time, these clones act independently, and cloud synchronization can be achieved by only sharing memories and thoughts with each other every once in a while.
What's more, today is the day to go to the Eternal Gathering Island of the Elves for a banquet, and Zuo Si doesn't want to miss the opportunity to observe closely this place known as the "perfect place" and "utopia".
After simply tidying up his appearance and taking a gift, he directly activated the teleportation magic on the invitation and instantly moved from the Mage Tower to the huge island standing on the Endless Sea.
Because the location of Evermeet has always been kept secret, the people of Faerun only know that it is located in the sea east of the west coast.
As soon as he was teleported here, Zuo Si noticed the Star-Wing Magic Warships flashing with dazzling arcane light above his head, as well as groups of Sun Elf Pegasus Knights wearing plate armor.
You don't need to ask to know that this is the air defense force that Yongju Island is proud of.
The Star Wing Battleship, in particular, is a very powerful magic ship that has the ability to travel through space, the astral realm, and other dimensions. It is a true space fleet.
Even though there are only six ships, any one of them can easily destroy a city or even a country.
Compared to this, the Mind Flayer's Conch Shell, which is capable of causing great panic, is nothing but child's play.
In addition, Zuo Si also noticed that there were many moon elves riding giant eagles flying low in the sky, and from time to time they would perform some difficult and dangerous moves, looking both wild and ostentatious.
As for the surroundings, it is obvious that it is a typical elven city, and its style is similar to that of Myth Drannor, a work that perfectly combines nature and art.
The powerful magic maze even purified the surrounding air and made the magic network energy around the city ten times denser than normal.
"Welcome to Evermeet. What is your first impression of the capital city of Luhipa?"
Silinxi, wearing a silver-white transparent long dress, walked towards him with a faint smile on her face.
"Very good, very close to the state of Evermeeting as I imagined. It seems that the rumor is true. This place is indeed part of Arvandor. Even the rules and magic network of Toril have been modified and distorted to a certain extent."
Zuo Si commented with interest, stroking his chin.
As a powerful wizard, he could tell at a glance that almost all the buildings in the city of Luhipa were made of magic.
Normally, such a large-scale extraction of energy would most likely cause the magic network to collapse and form a dead magic area or a chaotic magic area.
But nothing happened here, and the support of Corellon, who is also the god of magic, must be indispensable behind the scenes.
"Of course. You know, we paid a huge price to create this island."
Silinxi was obviously one of the eyewitnesses of that year, and there was a hint of emotion in her tone.
You have to know that when this decision was made, not all elves supported it, and there were even many opponents.
But now, Evermeet has become the largest gathering place of elves on the planet Toril, with a population of 1.67 million.
This is almost several times the total number of elves in Faerun, and is still growing steadily.
However, Zuo Si responded disapprovingly: "It wasn't just the elves who sacrificed back then. The entire continent of Faerun was torn apart, and thousands of races suffered heavy casualties in the disaster. So don't show off. In my opinion, this is just a proof of selfishness and irresponsibility."
"Oh? You seem to have a lot of opinions about Evermeet Island?"
Sirinxi raised her eyebrows in surprise, obviously not expecting to hear such a comment.
“No, I have no opinion about Evermeet. I am just stating a fact from a neutral and objective perspective, a cruel fact that has been ignored by the elves for a long time.
In my opinion, this is a magical creation built with countless corpses and souls, and there is nothing to brag about.
Real magic shouldn't be like this, and it shouldn't come at the cost of sacrifice.
I am very curious, why do so-called advanced elven magic rituals always require self-sacrifice?
Is this some kind of agreement between mortals and gods?
Or does the elven magic ritual require a sacrifice of life energy as the key to activation? "
Zuo Si asked back with interest while sizing up the other person's petite but proud figure under her translucent long skirt.
You have to know that the elves' dressing style is originally very unrestrained and bold, and it is even more outrageous in Yongju Island, a place where only elves live.
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 jewelry 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 slightly 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)
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