"The damn black-skinned elves are attacking again! Mages, follow me! Go up the city wall!"

An angry shout rang out in the underground cage where powerful and dangerous creatures were imprisoned by the Silver Moon Council, and soon a group of Quel'Thalas Phoenix mages silently grabbed their staffs and left with the sentries.

In addition to these spellcasters who are always ready to serve the Sun Dynasty, the place near the Sun Well has been temporarily transformed into a wounded soldiers camp.

Soon the wounded who had just been transported back from the front line were lying on the magic carpet spread on the ground, while a large group of priests and therapists were busy.

From time to time, a magic carpet floats up to transport the injured who need surgery to the doctor.

The Silver Moon Council of the Quel'dorei elves has always been famous in the magical world of the Eastern Continent for its super execution ability. This group composed entirely of elven spellcasters is very united and has great combat effectiveness.

Because their unity also allowed them to have a place in the Sun King's court after thousands of years of fighting.

Especially for those elves whose backgrounds are not prominent enough, being able to enter the Silver Moon Council after graduating from the Magic Academy is definitely a great career path.

However, there are only so many seats for formal members, and the elves are immortal species. This means that promotion to official members requires not only wisdom, strength and talent, but also hard work and time.

For example, when Lady Golden Sword left Quel'Thalas for Kul Tiras, her vacated position as a member of Parliament set off a "bloody" battle among the senior members of the Parliament, and was eventually taken over by the lucky Dar'Kan.

·Drasiel succeeded in getting that seat.

In general, the Silver Moon Council is a truly elite group of spellcasters, but this group is also quite involuntarily internal.

At least more than the Mage Competition in Dalaran.

These parliamentarians are the most troublesome opponents of the royal party of Quel'Thalas. They advocate weakening the royal power to gain more power for spellcasters. The competition and conflict between the parliamentary faction and the royal party has been the most troublesome thing in Quel'Thalas for the past thousands of years.

The most important theme within Las Vegas, the competition between the two sides has extended to every part of the country over a long period of time.

But now that the country is facing a national crisis, the Silver Moon Council is not an ungrateful asshole.

What's more, the significance of the Sunwell's existence is extremely important to the spellcasters, and they must not allow the black-skinned elves to capture their magical holy land.

Therefore, under the call of the Sun King, most of the Silver Moon mages rushed to the Sunwell as quickly as possible to help defend it.

The war on the small island of Kui was very fierce. The crazy Nightborne attacked from all sides trying to break through the Sunwell's defenses, and the Quel'dorei were not to be outdone.

The enemy attacked everywhere, so they opened fire everywhere.

The battle lasted only two days, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. The smell of gunpowder in the elven civil war suddenly arose.

Although the Quel'dorei elves live a very corrupt life, those who can be elected to the Silver Moon Council are truly high-level spellcasters. They have not relaxed their internal monitoring of this cage dedicated to holding powerful creatures when fighting external battles.

While the wounded were being treated and the soldiers were taking a break, there were also dedicated spellcasters arranged to patrol the cells on the lower level of the cage.

The magic cage is definitely different from the ordinary cages used to hold prisoners. There are no cells held by iron bars. Instead, there are arcane cages fixed in the confinement circle.

It's a big violet mana ball, and all the dangerous guys captured from all over the world or who appear on the land of Quel'Thalas for various reasons are imprisoned here by magic.

Because of the magic connection of the Sun Well, the strength of these magic cages is unparalleled. No matter how powerful the guy is locked up here, he can only stay there.

Today's inspection went as smoothly as before. A female elf apprentice held a "list of prisoners" and counted them one by one along the main aisle.

"The violent mammoth chief, the mana anomaly that escaped from the laboratory, the insect priest captured in the Silithus desert, the violent dragon beast created by the black dragon's biological experiment, the barbarian troll captured by Zul'Aman,

The dragon eagle who has been imbued with divine power, and this one...it is said to be a lizardman thug captured in Pandaria.

God, this guy is so ugly."

The female elf apprentice complained while using a magic pen to draw names on the list. She worked very seriously, not only to confirm that the prisoners had not escaped, but also to confirm their living conditions.

Many of the prisoners here have been "booked" as test samples by the members of the Silver Moon Parliament. If it weren't for the sudden war, many slightly cruel experiments would have been put on the agenda.

As one of the managers of the Silver Moon Cage, it is also her responsibility to ensure the vitality of the experimental products.

She just counted them one by one. When she reached the last row of cages, the female elf suddenly raised her eyebrows. She clearly remembered that the row of cages here was empty.

But today there is suddenly a "new prisoner" here.

"What's this?"

The female elf approached the "new prisoner", but was immediately "shocked" by what was contained in the magic cage.

"Fish-man! Why is a weak, dirty and ugly little thing imprisoned here... Well, this little thing is quite clean and quite cute."

She blinked and looked at the purple cage in front of her, in which sat a dejected little fish-man. Compared with the ordinary and ferocious fish-men, the latter looked somewhat "pretty".

Moreover, this little thing was wearing a very fitting warrior armor, and next to it was a war spear that looked like a fruit knife.

After noticing the elf in front of him, Benbolba, who was accidentally involved in the teleportation incident caused by Aqiang and was teleported to this cage, immediately became energetic.

It keenly noticed that the female elf in front of it was curious about it.

So the cunning little fish man rolled his eyes and immediately made a very aggrieved gesture. He stood up, spread his arms and croaked as if to explain that everything was an accident.

How could a little fish-man that is so cute, so weak, so ordinary, so harmless to humans and animals be a dangerous creature?

"Hey, you seem very smart."

The female elf was also amused by the croaking gesture of the strange little fish-man in front of her.

Seeing that his cute offensive was effective, Benbolba's eyes lit up, and he immediately pushed his knight's helmet and provoked the murlocs to dance...

Well, additional explanation is needed here. Although it is recognized in the entire world of Azeroth that murlocs are barbaric and stupid creatures, even the elves who consider themselves to be the noblest have to admit that the dance of murlocs is very unique.

And passionate.

I don’t know if the Creator drank too much when creating creatures like murlocs. In short, the Creator gave the murlocs an unparalleled talent for dancing.

Moreover, fish people from different regions are good at different dances.

For example, the "tap dance" that Benbolba is dancing now is the dance that the wetland murlocs are best at.

Although it is far from pleasing to the eye, it is absolutely fine to use for fun. As Benbol dances more and more vigorously, the female elf in front of him feels more and more that this may be an own incident.

This cage was specially made for dangerous creatures when it was established thousands of years ago. Look at the dangerous creatures in the cage she just named. They are all the kind of lunatics and lunatics who can kill in a city at any time.

thug.

And the fishmen...

Although such creatures do pose a certain danger to civilians when their numbers increase, they cannot be called "powerful" in any case.

There has never been a murloc in this world that can pose a threat to high-level professionals.

They seem to be born with nothing to do with being powerful.

"I don't know which troublemaker put you in here, but I suspect it might be a prank."

After the female elf admired the flattering dance of the little fish man, she poked her cheek and said:

"Maybe I can release you, this little cutie, but work is work. I have to confirm your origin again, so wait a moment, little fishman, I'll be back in a moment."

After saying that, the female elf smiled and waved to the little fish man, then turned and left with her list of prisoners.

Watching the manager leave, the little fish man's flattering face suddenly fell.

Damn it!

Didn't get fooled again.

Today's elf apprentice looks silly and sweet, but he is just as difficult to deal with as the old man yesterday. Are these elf mages sick?

Isn't it good for you to fish during working hours?

Why do you have to be so serious?

The little fishman sighed helplessly.

It knew that as long as the female elf went to the Cage Management Office to check the information, she would know her relationship with Black Shaw. Not to mention releasing her, she might even move her to a stricter cage.

ah!

This is all because of the incompetence of the stinky pirates!

That bastard was able to pull himself out of the magic vortex before he was teleported away. That bastard Black must have just wanted to see it suffer misfortune.

Alas, having such a captain on the stall really makes the fishman despair.

Helpless, Benbolba could only sit down on the ground of the cage. It had been trying hard to escape for the past two days.

But it's too difficult. With the uneducated fishman's understanding of magic, it can't even understand how the magic cage in front of it works, let alone destroy it from the inside.

While staying in this ghost cage, all items related to magic were sealed, and my luggage was taken away by a few elf mages with sly eyebrows. My salted fish hammer was treated as a rare thing and studied.

.

Damn it!

I have been hollowed out!

I have nothing now.

The little fishman held his chin with his paws with a frown on his face. He now regretted why he was so lazy. He had already planned to hide the wealth in different fishman treasure piles when the wealth reached a certain level, but he ended up being too tired.

, resulting in no time to transfer the wealth after being caught.

He became a pauper himself.

well...

The unfortunate little fish-man sighed for the twenty-third time.

It planned to just lie down in the cage and sleep, waiting peacefully for the stinky pirate to save itself. He was talented in treasure hunting, so that greedy pirate wouldn't leave him alone...right?
To be continued...