Stratholme God

Chapter 376 Professionals (1 more)
A real high elf: Noble and elegant, with beautiful arcs in every gesture and gesture, and his words reveal... the unique Versailles atmosphere of a super pretender.

False high elf: vulgar and direct, with a straight middle finger at every turn, and his words reveal... the old-fashioned taste of Qiu Mingshan driver.

Even if Cirvanas knew, many fellow elves couldn't stand the rotten atmosphere of Silvermoon City, and ran out to fly solo.

Like Valeera, like King Daelin's lover Gina*Golden Sword who is still in a coma...

First of all, there are only a few of them, and there are not as many as thousands of numbers in front of you.

Secondly, she doesn't think she's so old that she doesn't even remember the elves she's met... right?

You see, that [crazy ghost] shouting something to her: "Swear to support Queen Xi to the death, swear!"

Of course she can't understand Chinese, which doesn't prevent her from judging from this guy's words and deeds that he is definitely not a high elf.

If she had ever met such a rabid fan, she swore she would remember it.

Regardless of the fact that the high elves had millions of people when they were at their peak, if you have the heart to remember, you will remember everything in the past thousand years, at least you will remember your surname.

A male high elf whose standing and demeanor made Queen Xi feel more pleasing to the eye approached.

He stroked his chest and bowed in salute.

"Xi...Your Excellency Sylvanas* Windrunner, my name is [Grey Walk]. We are high elves living outside. Unfortunately, since our ancestors left Silvermoon City, due to the environment, our lives The customs are already very different from those of the compatriots in Silvermoon City, and I hope to be considerate."

"Uh, I see."

"Also, because our names have a special magical power, it would be quite troublesome to know our real names. We are used to calling each other by code names."

Queen Xi glanced at the other party's trident epaulets, and sighed, she couldn't hide what should come: "Trident, I understand!"

[Jun Muqi] in the distance was desperate: "Hey, hey! Why did we change our skin and pinch our face again, and Queen Xi still treats us like trash!"

[God of Tulip]: "Damn it, [Garbage]'s reputation is ruined! Garbage can be recycled, but we can't. We are obviously hungry ghosts among women, and scum among people."

"Damn it! You're so self-aware, I'm speechless!"

[Tulip] put one hand on the other side, emphasizing: "It's us!"

In the past, Queen Xi didn't have much interest in tridents.

She only commands her own elf rangers and some human hunters.

Those who are not hunters are not qualified to approach Queen Xi's camp.

It's different now, a group of sand sculpture players leaned over like groupies, but Queen Xi couldn't refuse.

She couldn't bring a large number of rangers back, after all, it meant stimulating the nerves of the high elves in advance.

Speaking of...

Are these inconsequential guys really reliable?
At this time, a guy who claimed to be named [Chu Jiayun] walked up to Queen Xi with a confident expression on his face: "Don't worry! Your Excellency Windrunner! It's your turn to make trouble... Cough, when it comes to evacuating the enemy's rear, we are professionals."

At this point in time, since the Death Knights under the direct control of Terenas are still on the west coast, near Sunsail Port, there are not many undead air forces on the east wing of Eversong Forest.

Cirvanas was able to successfully parachute with three thousand sand sculpture players and one thousand griffins.

Sure enough, they successfully passed through the wide-area magic shield.

The next morning, all the mages in the entire Eversong Forest area were forcibly cut off their magical connection with Silvermoon City at the same time.

In the hundreds of holy temples and magic towers in the whole area, the elf mages in gorgeous robes opened their eyes in horror, and found that from this moment on, no matter how they called the magic communication channel with Silvermoon City, there was no communication. to respond.

Instead, there were bursts of eerie music.

Uh, can't it be scary?

No matter what channel you switch to, it is either [Sadako], or [Midnight Ring] and other famous horror movie background soundtracks.

This gripping music was created with the sole purpose of scaring.

Coupled with the army of undead trolls that piled up the entire field of vision in the southern part of the forest, you would be lying if you said you were not afraid.

Alarm bells ringing—

Countless elves were awakened from sleep by the sound of the bell, and gathered in the center of each village and town in cold sweat, nervously clenched the overly gorgeous and somewhat impractical weapons in their hands.

However, no amount of discussion will yield results!

No way, too little information.

They find that their future seems to be swallowed up, and the door to existence is slowly being closed.

"We can only wait, can't we do anything?" The kind elf villager asked the tool man named the village head.

The old village chief said bitterly: "You understand the efficiency of the council."

To do anything that requires decision-making, efficiency is always inversely proportional to the number of decision-makers.

The more parliamentarians with decision-making power, the longer the approval process and the slower the decision-making process.

Of course, such a trivial matter as losing contact with Silvermoon City in the village would not bother those noble Mages of the Silvermoon Council. Mages are very busy.No mage would waste a lot of precious time on 'trifles' such as handling administrative affairs, but you are not a senior mage which means you will never be able to get a high position.

This forms an efficiency paradox!
A government certainly requires efficient administration.

On the other hand, any elf who wants to be promoted must become a more advanced mage. To become a senior mage requires a lot of time to study magic, which leads to very low efficiency of managers at all levels in handling administrative affairs.

In peacetime, everyone complains at best.

During the war, this kind of efficiency is terrible.

At this moment, in the hidden place outside the village, after seeing [Scorching Dawn in the Sky] miraculously using a small magic item to interfere with the village's magic transmission, Cirvanas put his hands on his hips and looked around. All elite operators (players).

"Okay, according to my understanding of the council in 2000, it takes at least three days for the group of office workers who work slower than slime monsters to determine whether the problem exists, and then argue for three days, and then slowly decide which unlucky ghost to send Come over to see the situation, wait until the observers are dispatched, it will be 9 days later. If we ambush the observers, we can even win two weeks."

Just after listening, the elite operators all looked at each other in blank dismay, their eyes said the same thing - shit!Suddenly, I feel that the administrative efficiency of our Great Heavenly Dynasty is extremely high!This is really as fast as 'lightning'.

Queen Xi continued: "As I said, pretending to be an envoy will not work. First of all, you must have special clothes and accessories, two special [lawbreaker] guards, and a parliamentary seal that no one can fake."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw a player take out a set of glittering, artistic elf costumes.

【Aiz-Walenstein】Suppressed laughter: "You said this?"

"..." Queen Xi was silent for two seconds: "That also requires a seal."

As soon as the voice fell, the [Honkai] carving knife flew, and in just 20 seconds, he picked an official seal on the sweet potato and printed it on the special announcement book: "What do you think?"

The clear big seal is so magical, no one can see the difference.

Queen Xi: "..."

(End of this chapter)