There is no doubt that the throne of Lordaeron is a taboo for Arthas.
At the same time, it is something that he has long recognized in his heart as belonging to him, and no one can touch it, not even his biological sister.
Therefore, the announcement of Calia as the queen was very exciting to him, just like the Lich King Ner'zhul became angry and hysterical after his background was exposed.
To some extent, the experiences of these two people are indeed similar.
They were all respected and loved by the people around them, had a very lofty status, and were eager to do something to help their tribe and country.
Even the way of depravity is the same: falling into a trap carefully woven by the enemy, and then making one wrong step after another, until there is no way to turn back and you can only go to the dark side.
The only difference is that Alsace's stubbornness and recklessness prompted him to actively embrace his dark destiny and quickly complete the transformation in an extremely painful and violent way.
Ner'zhul is a typical coward. After making an unforgivable mistake, he just wanted to escape. In the end, he was caught and could only reluctantly continue to serve the Burning Legion.
This is why Zuo Si would be full of contempt for Ner'zhul, and he would even mock Ner'zhul unceremoniously to his face when speaking.
In his eyes, even a guy like Gul'dan who was full of evil was hundreds of times stronger than Ner'zhul.
I really don't know what Kil'jaeden was thinking at the time, that he would turn such a waste into the Lich King and let him continue to serve the Burning Legion.
You must know that from the devil's point of view, such a soul that wants to shine but has no shining points, is dark and depraved, and is not completely depraved, has no special value at all.
It is only worthy of being thrown into the torture chamber and tortured repeatedly, and finally all the soul energy will be completely squeezed out.
On the contrary, a soul like Arthas, who was once full of bright hope, but later actively embraced darkness and evil, has unimaginably great value.
In comparison, the soul quality of Sylvanas, who has a strong obsession with revenge, is even worse, but it is still a rare treasure.
The most important thing is that through these two personally observed cases, Zuo Si suddenly discovered that the so-called "psychic magic" is actually summoning the complete soul or part of the soul of the deceased back from the Shadow Realm.
Rather than like Faerun's necromancy, low-level undead can be driven solely by negative energy and a little soul mark remaining in the remains.
Like those ghouls, zombies and skeletons with low intelligence, their souls are often incomplete, only less than one percent or even one thousandth or one ten thousandth of a complete soul.
This kind of low-level undead does not have the ability to think or have personality, and will only mechanically obey the orders given by the high-level undead in the Scourge Legion.
Those who have a certain level of cognition and independent thinking in everything, and who even retain complete memories of their lives, have at least retained at least a quarter of their souls.
In other words, 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 intact souls into small pieces, and then stuff them into artificially-made sutured abominations to create more and more powerful undead creatures.
But this obviously does not belong to the category of necromancy, but to necromancy.
Precisely because the size of the soul contained in each undead is different, the level of intelligence difference between similar individuals is very huge.
Some ghouls only have primitive instincts left, while others can communicate and speak like normal people.
What's even more interesting is that even with the Helm of Dominance, a super psychic amplifier, the Lich King simply cannot remotely control every undead creature.
Therefore, he needs to create many generals or commanders with thinking and independent consciousness like Arthas, Sylvanas, and Kel'Thuzad to help him manage the Scourge and the millions of undead armies.
So an interesting paradox arises.
That is, the larger the scale 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 became out of control and launched a rebellion.
According to this logic, wouldn't it mean that the stronger the Scourge Legion is, the weaker the Scourge Legion will be?
After all, once there is no absolute control over all undead creatures, each of those self-aware undead creatures may turn around and become the enemy of the Scourge like Sylvanas and the Knights of the Ebon Blade.
And he is also the kind of terrifying enemy who knows his roots and is not afraid of death.
Through the fight with Arthas and Sylvanas, Zuo Si successfully understood the Lich King's true ability and the upper limit of what it could achieve. He also understood the reason why Kil'jaeden never looked at Ner'zhul.
It's not that the deceiver is too conceited, but that the Lich King's upper limit of ability was doomed from the moment it was created.
There was no way he could turn all living creatures in the world into undead and then create an eternal kingdom, as Arthas imagined.
The number of undead, ranging from millions to tens of millions at most, will push the Lich King's control to its limits.
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, which has conquered countless worlds, it can be easily crushed by just sending out an army of demons at random.
Therefore, even after the integration of the Lich King, the upper limit may only be slightly stronger than the Wild Demigod.
After coming to the conclusion he wanted, Zuo Si quickly broke away from contact and took a boat to the island of Quel'Danas where the Sunwell was located, and returned the Joy of Fire to the King of Anasteria.
However, after the latter touched the Sun Chaser family's inherited artifact affectionately, he stuffed it back into Zuo Si's hand and said in a slightly emotional tone: "Please help me give it to Kael'thas.
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Tell my son that from now on the responsibility of leading this country falls on his shoulders.
There is no need for you to force yourself to continue to fight against the endless army of undead. Just leave as soon as possible before the enemy attacks.
The remaining battle is our final elegy.
I want to use my tragic death to let all high elves remember the suffering and humiliation they have suffered today, so that they can move forward 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, but instead put one hand on his chest to express his respect for the king who was about to die generously.
He understood that the reason why Anasteria made such a choice was that on the one hand, she felt guilty for not taking the Scourge seriously, and wanted to atone for her sins through death; on the other hand,
It is to take all the councilors who hold high positions in Silvermoon City to another world, so as to clear the way for Kael'thas to take power and make a series of reforms.
After all, the king is guarding the Sunwell, and these veteran nobles and parliamentarians who usually claim to represent the people naturally have no excuse to run away.
By doing this, Anastria could not only preserve his own reputation, but also take away all the vested interests of the country's die-hard conservatives when he died generously.
What's more, his body has already aged and he doesn't have hundreds of years to live. Being able to play like this when his life is about to come to an end will definitely make a lot of money.
Facts have proven that anyone who can stand at the top of a country's political system is someone who is not guilty of evil.
No matter how kind, generous and just they behave on a daily basis, they are still a power monster at heart, and their way of thinking and ruthlessness at critical moments are far beyond the imagination of normal people.
Following Zuo Si's departure, Arthas soon led a mighty army of undead into Silvermoon City, completely razing this city full of art and magical miracles to the ground to vent his inner anger.
At this moment, he stood in the empty port and looked at the islands across the strait, with a biting chill in his eyes.
Sylvanas obviously enjoyed seeing the incompetent and furious look of her enemy. She raised her lips and asked in a slightly sarcastic tone: "How do you plan to cross this strait to launch an attack on Sunwell Highlands? You know that the sea can
It’s not a small river, even if you throw the entire undead army into it, it won’t help.”
"Hmph! Do you think this strait can stop me from moving forward?"
Arthas turned his head and glanced at the banshee he had transformed from the corner of his eye.
"No, I'm just waiting for you to demonstrate, dear master..."
Sylvanas bowed gracefully according to the etiquette of high elves, without hiding her eccentricity and gloating at all.
She didn't realize at all that she was obviously running on the road to darkness, and her heart was becoming darker and darker.
However, Arthas ignored this offensive language and attitude, and directly drew the rune sword.
moment!
The biting chill began to spread rapidly around him.
The death knight seemed to feel something, and said in a voice without any emotion: "Did you hear the whisper from Frostmourne?"
Sylvanas' 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 suddenly swung his rune sword forward.
boom!!!!!!!
I saw a flash of white cold air, and the strait between Silvermoon City and Quel'Danas Island was frozen by ice on the spot, forming a bridge of frost that could allow a million troops to pass through.
Such a powerful force simply surpasses everyone's imagination.
Because Frostmourne can freeze the sea today, tomorrow it can freeze a well-defended fortress or city.
No hesitation!
Arthas directly issued a general attack order to the natural disaster army gathered around the port.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of undead creatures stepped on the ice and launched a mighty charge, intending to capture the Sunwell in the shortest possible time and clear the final obstacle to Kel'Thuzad's rebirth.
Although the high elf army and mages on Quel'Danas tried their best to destroy the ice bridge through fire magic.
Unfortunately, before they could melt the ice on the seashore, the fastest death knights and fanatical ghouls came over at lightning speed.
Alsace himself took the lead on an invincible horse and chopped off Anasteria's head with a thundering force.
The high-level magic sword in the latter's hand, which temporarily replaced Flame Strike, was cut into two sections on the spot during the confrontation with Frostmourne.
Without Anasteria, the strongest one, the others would naturally not be Alsace's opponents, and they were all harvested by Frostmourne and became members 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, Azeroth's most powerful lich finally completed its reinvention and appeared in front of everyone in another form.
The sunwell, filled with arcane energy, was also polluted 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 successfully completed your mission.
.It’s your turn to perform next, Lich.”
"Tichondrius? You have been spying on us!" Arthas couldn't help but ask.
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My own mission."
The Dread Lord grinned proudly.
It's obvious that he enjoys the feeling of manipulating others and making them act according to his own will.
Kel'Thuzad used very cryptic movements to stop Arthas who wanted to continue questioning. He bowed in a very humble manner and asked in a low voice: "What is the next order of the Legion?"
"It's very simple. Your next step is to go to the Blackstone Orcs' stronghold and find a demon gate that is still in operation. Lord Archimonde will personally give you new orders."
Tichondrius raised his chin slightly and gave the answer.
"Understood, we will do it."
Kel'Thuzad nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Unlike the stupid young Arthas, he knew very well that the entire natural disaster forces, including the Lich King, were just tools used by the Burning Legion to invade Azeroth.
Before the latter's plan completely collapsed, he had no room for bargaining. He could only obey.
Tichondrius was undoubtedly very satisfied with the lich's attitude. He cast a teleportation spell and disappeared in place after leaving a look that said, "You know what I mean?"
Realizing that the Dread Lord had been spying on him, Arthas did not dare to talk to him anymore, and immediately led his army to start heading south again.
He knew that the Alliance had built a large number of fortifications at the junction of the Royal Capital of Lordaeron and the Silverpine Forest, and that trying to attack by force would simply bring trouble to himself, so he decisively chose to take a detour through the Alterac Mountains.
Moreover, the Blackstone Orc stronghold that the Dread Lord was referring to also happened to be near Alterac Valley.
So after destroying the homes of the high elves, the natural disaster army turned around and returned in a mighty way, so fast that the elves scattered in Yongsong Forest who had no time to retreat were stunned and unbelievable.
Of course, although the main force was transferred away, Alsace still left a few capable men responsible for occupying this land and transforming it into an environment unsuitable for living humans like the Eastern and Western Plaguelands.
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 with them, those who escaped through portals and ships were much luckier.
Especially the refugees who arrived in Stranglethorn Valley, in addition to being severely frightened, did not even miss a meal.
The Church of the God of Contract, which had been prepared for a long time, immediately arranged temporary shelter and a sumptuous meal for them.
After seeing the humans and forest elves walking on the streets of this large city, the panicked crowd finally calmed down.
Since Stranglethorn Vale has been accepting refugees from Lordaeron since Alsace killed his father and mother, the entire city has already had sufficient experience, and it is extremely easy to resettle tens of thousands of high elven refugees.
After all, they are only temporary and will have to return to Quel'Thalas to rebuild their home sooner or later. Therefore, there is no need to allocate land, build houses, or arrange work. They only need to build some simple wooden houses and tents.
As for the food for daily consumption, it is exactly what Stranglethorn Vale lacks most.
Seeing that a large number of civilians were already sitting on the ground cooking and eating, Kael'thas' sullen face finally relaxed a little, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear: "Fortunately, the situation is not so bad that it is irreparable.
Degree."
"Your Highness, what should we do next?"
Lor'themar Theron asked in an uncertain tone.
"I don't know. I'd better wait until I see my father and ask him what he thinks."
There was a hint of confusion in Kael'thas's eyes.
After all, he had been living in Dalaran before this, had no experience in governing, and had no idea how to rebuild Quel'Thalas under such circumstances.
Lor'themar Theron obviously felt this and wanted to give the prince a few words of encouragement.
But just before he opened his mouth and made no sound, Zuo Si suddenly used the portal to teleport from the farthest north of the eastern continent and directly handed Kael'thas the Flame Strike in his hand.
"This is?!!!"
Kael'thas's pupils suddenly dilated, and the originally fair skin on his face became congested with blood due to his emotional excitement, turning a delicate pink color.
"Your father entrusted me to deliver this to you.
He died in battle along with all the high elves who landed on the island to guard the Sunwell.
At present, the entire Silvermoon City has been reduced to ruins, the arcane energy of the Sunwell has been contaminated by shadow and death energy, and the Parliament has completely ceased to exist.
The King of Anasteria said that from now on you will be 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 in the end he chose to live and die with his country."
After saying that, Zuo Si gently patted the elf prince's shoulder to express comfort.
"No!!!!!! Who? Who killed my father?"
Kael'thas lost control of his emotions instantly. He grabbed hold of the Flame Strike and his whole body was trembling 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.
"It's Arthas. I saw with my own eyes that he used Frostmourne to chop off the head of the King of Anasteria and tear his soul apart."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and told the truth openly.
“Alsace!!!!!!”
The elf prince's eyes burst out 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 reason for the rift between him and Arthas was the revenge for killing his father, and not because of his failure in the battle for Jaina's favor, as the latter joked when they met in Icecrown Glacier.
However, Kael'thas is a powerful mage, and his self-control ability is much better than that of Alsace, who was born as a warrior. He quickly stopped the rampant arcane energy and said each word through gritted teeth.
: "On behalf of Quel'Thalas, I request to join the Alliance immediately and join the coalition forces to conquer the Undead Scourge."
"Are you sure the high elves want to join the war at this time?"
Zuo Si glanced at the refugees who had just settled down, and clearly did not agree with this irrational decision made out of anger and impulse.
After all, high elves are not humans, nor are they a short-lived race like orcs who can grow up in their teens and be used as cannon fodder on the battlefield.
Even if they have thrived for thousands of years, their total number is only about 300,000 to 400,000.
When the Scourge invaded, almost a third of them died. Currently, the number of people who have fled to Stranglethorn Valley is less than 70,000. The rest either boarded ships and fled to the sea, or are scattered in various villages in Eversong Forest.
If the total number is added together, it would be considered good if it can reach 200,000.
This is the result of an all-out rescue effort.
According to the original timeline, Quel'Thalas was almost massacred by the Scourge, with less than 50,000 people likely to survive in the end.
What's even worse is that this small population eventually split more than once.
Some of them joined the Horde under the introduction of Sylvanas;
Some of them followed Illidan to fight in the outer lands with Kael'thas, and eventually became minions of the Burning Legion;
Some of them are unwilling to become allies with the bloodthirsty and savage orcs and trolls and still stay in the alliance and call themselves high elves;
Others have taken refuge with the naaru of Shattrath and become astrologers...
Based on this information alone, we can judge to what extent the blood elves' population declined in the original timeline. No wonder they would eventually have to fight side by side with their former enemies in order to survive and protect themselves.
As long as Fan Fan still has some strength, how could he allow himself to bow to mortal enemies like orcs and trolls with the arrogance and arrogance of the elves?
Perhaps the total population is no greater than the remnants of the destroyed Kingdom of Lordaeron.
At least the latter can form two forces, the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn Northern Expedition, to expedition to Northrend.
Zuo Si has always believed that it is a huge waste to allow naturally magical races like high elves to participate in wars as consumables.
The long lifespan makes it more suitable for learning magic, researching and developing technology, and engaging in various jobs that require long-term accumulation of experience and polishing of skills.
Even if you want to participate in the war, you should do it as a technician and a spellcaster, not as an ordinary soldier.
Otherwise it will be a huge waste of human resources.
But Kael'thas, who had been blinded by the hatred of his father, didn't think so. Instead, he nodded with a ferocious expression: "Yes, I have thought about it clearly.
Since we, the high elves, are part of the alliance, it is natural that we should contribute to the alliance.
If you give me some time, I will immediately recruit an army of 3,000 to 5,000 men.
No matter what Arthas wants to do, he must pay for the crimes he committed."
"Okay, if you insist, then train and form an army yourself, and then go to the north to report to Calia. She is now the supreme commander of the coalition forces and the queen of the Kingdom of Lordaeron."
Seeing that the elf prince had made up his mind, Zuo Si gave up his plan to persuade him.
After all, there is really no way to persuade someone to kill his father, just like he never stopped Calia from wanting to kill Alsace to avenge her mother.
What's more, a mere three to five thousand people is not a big deal to the current approximately 200,000 high elves, and it won't have any impact on future plans.
"Thank you very much! You are the benefactor of the entire high elves. I swear, I will never forget what you have done for the entire Quel'Thalas."
After saying that, Kael'thas bent down and bowed deeply, and then began to discuss with Lor'themar Theron the specific matters of recruiting and forming an army.
This elf prince, who was usually personable and always polite, now no longer had a friendly smile on his face, only deep hatred and a strong desire for revenge.
But this Zuo Si has nothing to do with it anymore.
Because after this devastating disaster, the God of Contract has completely become the only belief among the elves.
Church organizations have penetrated into every aspect of society, and even many mages have willingly joined them.
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 the city with their own eyes, the Holy Light priests all had strong doubts about the justice and light advocated by the Holy Light, so that they could no longer summon this energy for the city.
For your own use.
In order not to become waste, the vast majority of them quickly threw themselves into the embrace of the Church of the God of Contract and began to study in an almost fanatical state, eager to obtain divine magic as soon as possible and become a priest who could heal diseases and save people.
Among these people, there was a high-level priest with the most outstanding performance, who successfully obtained a first-level divine spell list in just a few hours.
Her name is Liadrin.
…
As the number of believers, especially devout and fanatical believers, increases, Zuo Si himself, who is far away in the Askatra Mage Tower in the Faerun continent, can vaguely glimpse the entire planet through layers of barriers and fog, as well as
Including Aspect Dragons, Ancient Gods, Titan Guardians, Wild Demigods and other individuals with powerful power.
As usual, I just marked the projection created by magic and ended the observation.
Like all gods and god-like powers, he also has the ability to control multiple threads, so whether he is creating a projection or projecting a ray of consciousness to occupy the body of a mortal, it will not have any impact on the subject.
Even most of the time, these clones act independently and only need to share memories and thoughts with each other every once in a while to achieve cloud synchronization.
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"township" place.
After briefly tidying up his appearance and bringing a gift, he directly activated the teleportation magic blessed on the invitation and instantly transferred from the mage tower to a huge island standing on the endless sea.
Since the location of Evermeet Island has always been kept secret, people on Faerûn only know that it is on the sea east of the west coast.
Just as he was teleported over, Zuo Si noticed the star-winged magic warships shining with dazzling arcane light above their heads, 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.
Starwing warships, in particular, are very powerful magical ships that have the ability to travel through space, the star realm and other planes. They are a true space fleet.
Even though there are only six ships, any one of them can easily destroy a city or even a country.
The Mind Flayer's shell ship, which can cause huge panic, is nothing compared to this.
In addition, Zuo Si also noticed that there were many moon elves riding giant eagles flying at low altitude in the sky, and from time to time they would make some difficult and dangerous moves, which looked wild and flamboyant.
As for the surrounding area, it is obvious that it is a typical elven city. The style is just like that of Myth Drannor, which is the kind of work that perfectly combines nature and art.
The powerful magic lock even purifies the surrounding air, and makes the energy of the magic network around the city ten times more dense than normal.
"Welcome to Evermeet Island. What is your first impression of the capital city of Leuhipa?"
Silinxi, wearing a silver-white transparent dress, walked towards her with a faint smile on her face.
"It's quite good. It's very close to the state of Evermeet Island I imagined. It seems that the rumor is true. This place is indeed part of Arvandor. Even the rules of the planet Toril and the magic network are in place to a certain extent.
modified and distorted."
Zuo Si touched his chin and commented with interest.
As a powerful mage, he could tell almost at a glance that almost all the buildings in Lucipa City were shaped by magic.
Normally, extraction of energy on such a large scale will most likely cause the Magic Network to collapse and form a dead magic area or a chaotic magic area.
But there is nothing going on here, and the support of Corellon, who is also the God of Magic, must be indispensable behind the scenes.
"Of course. You must know that in order to create this island, we paid a huge price."
Silinxi was obviously one of the people who witnessed it back then, with a hint of emotion in her tone.
You must know that when this decision was made, not all elves supported it, and there were even many opponents.
But now, Evermeet Island 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 it is still growing steadily.
However, Zuo Si responded disapprovingly: "It was not just the elves who sacrificed that year. The entire Faerun continent was torn apart because of this. Thousands of races suffered heavy casualties in the disaster. So there is no need to show off or anything like that.
To me this is just evidence of selfishness and irresponsibility."
"Oh? You seem to have a lot of opinions about Yongju Island?"
Silinxi raised her eyebrows in surprise, obviously not expecting to hear such a comment.
"No, I have no opinion on Evermeet Island. I just stated 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 made of countless corpses and souls, and there is nothing worth bragging about.
Real magic shouldn't be like this, and it shouldn't come at the cost of sacrifice.
I'm curious, why do elf magic rituals that claim to be advanced always require self-sacrifice?
Is this some kind of agreement between mortals and gods?
Or do elven magic rituals require the sacrifice of life energy as the key to activation?”
Zuo Si asked with interest while looking at the other party's petite but very proud figure under the translucent long skirt.
You must know that the dressing style of elves is already very unrestrained and bold, and it is even more bold in Yongju Island, a place where only elves live.
For example, the Silinxi in front of me is wearing a silk skirt and going out, but the inside is completely empty. What should be seen and what should not be seen can now be seen at a glance.
And this is not an isolated case.
Some moon elves who soar in the sky riding giant eagles are often completely naked, regardless of whether they are men or women.
However, Silinxi obviously didn't care about others admiring her figure, and answered straightforwardly: "The magic rituals of elves originate from our connection with the elven god Corellon.
Because according to myths and legends, all elves were created by him.
And we are all his children, so we can borrow his power to a certain extent.
Even some elves don't regard it as their patron saint.
This is also the reason why outsiders can never learn and use elven magic rituals.
As for the price you mentioned, in our opinion it is just an honor.
What's more, after death, the soul can enter Avado in advance to enjoy an eternal and beautiful life.
Not only is that not a punishment, it is a reward."
"It sounds interesting. No wonder the elven high mages sacrificed their lives one after another when establishing the magic lock."
A thoughtful look appeared on Zuo Si's face.
Before, he had never quite understood why high-level elven mages were not afraid of death at all, and why there would be jaw-dropping competition for death quotas.
It turns out that all these differences are differences in cognition and values.
The elves have a clear place to go after death, and they also fully understand the world after death, so they will not feel fear.
Quite the opposite!
For them, the soul entering Avandu after death 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.
"Let's go, let me take you to the palace. Queen Amratnu has held a grand banquet and is waiting for your arrival."
After saying that, Silinxi turned around and walked towards the gorgeous building not far away that was enough to make all civil engineering brothers have a nervous breakdown.
Because the shape and supporting structure of this palace are completely inconsistent with the principles of mechanics.
Especially the slender vine supports below and the six-story building above, each floor larger than the other, were enough for Newton to lift his coffin.
You don't need to ask to know that there is only one reason why this building did not collapse, and that is the magical power that cannot be explained by common sense.
Following Silinxi and admiring her slim and sexy back, Zuo Si quickly passed through the guards and entered the brightly lit lobby on the first floor.
moment!
He was secretly surprised by what he saw in front of him, and at the same time he couldn't help but think of a sentence, that is, "I often feel out of tune with you because I am not perverted enough."
Regardless of the guests attending the banquet in this hall, or the maids and attendants responsible for providing services, the parts that clothes can cover will never exceed the slap of an adult male.
The rest of the body is basically either naked or wearing transparent gauze that looks like nothing.
Some are even more ruthless, wearing only a few pieces of jewelry on their entire bodies.
Obviously, this banquet fully reflects the trust and tradition between the elves.
Because only if they trust each other from the bottom of their hearts, they will wear as little as possible or not wear anything at all.
In contrast, a person like Zuo Si, whose whole body is covered tightly and who not only wears countless artifacts and high-level magic items, but also has dozens of protective spells on his body, is definitely an outlier among outliers.
To put it seriously, it can be regarded as an insult to the owner.
After all, so many clothes and magical protection itself are a manifestation of distrust.
But Queen Amratnuo Moonflower, who was sitting on the throne, had obviously known what kind of person Zuo Si was from other people's mouths. Instead of showing any concern, she took the initiative to show a friendly smile and nodded gently.
When he came closer, Zuo Si bowed slightly according to etiquette.
"It is a pleasure to receive your invitation, Your Majesty the Queen."
"I am also very happy to see you in person, Your Majesty Soth. After all, the entire west coast of Faerûn has been flourishing under your rule, showing unprecedented development and prosperity."
Queen Amlarnu stood up and returned the courtesy, showing the qualities of a good politician.
There is no elf arrogance in her body at all, but 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.
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