(Add to the Prisoner Brother on the Throne [1/15], that... I calculated it wrong before, this brother gave me three cute ones. Thank you so much. When I posted it just now, I reconfirmed it and found that there were really three...

That is, today's update is 40, not 35, and there will be 5 more chapters later.)

"Look, that mountain, the fortress city built on the ridge, is called Moon Fortress. It is the residence of the last remaining Moon Guard in Azeroth, and it is also the most elite spellcaster legion under Alisander.

But they are not really affiliation with the Great Magician, it is more like cooperation."

In the valley of Taiano, the elf ruins, Black pointed to a mountain looming in the distance and said to Natalie beside him:

"The Moon Guardians were the first elves in this world to be exposed to arcane magic. When the Well of Eternity was still there, they could almost mobilize infinite magic to fight.

In the early days of the ancient war, the Burning Legion failed to push the Elf Empire, a large part of the reason why these Moon Guards failed to push the Elf Empire was because these Moon Guards were extremely powerful.

They use magic to kill demons, which is as simple as eating and drinking water.

Now the group of mages of Dalaran are not worthy of licking their shoes.

Unfortunately, after the Well of Eternity exploded, the guards of the Moon lost their magic source.

Some of them gave up the mage's way and integrated into the night elves' druid sect. The rest reached an agreement with Alisand.

They helped Alisander guard Surama City.

The great magician gave them the magic of the Dark Nightwell as a reward."

The ship doctor recorded all this information on her "travel log". She now likes to hear stories from the captain who is ten years younger than her.

Every time I listen to a story, I feel like I am in that period of history, immersing myself in ancient wisdom and lessons.

"There are powerful guards of the moon, and a large group of spellcasters who die. The son of Night has the ability to cast as a higher elves. If you train them casually, you can embark on the path of spellcasters.

If you think about it this way, the power in the hands of the great magician Alisand is terrifying."

The ship doctor sighed:

"She can easily defeat all the challengers after the ancient battle and build a kingdom, even an empire that belongs to her.

With the magic power I saw with my own eyes, if the Night Sons came out in full bloom, at least no one could resist them in the Eastern Continent. The alliance and the tribe were united, and they probably would not be the opponents of these Night Sons.

Such a powerful force was used by her to create a "turtle shell".

Block yourself and your people in a city, and block yourself for ten thousand years."

"Because the night elves are staring at them, my ship doctor."

The pirate forked his waist and looked at the Moon-Guarding Fortress in the distance. He sighed softly:

"At this point in time, the combat power of the night elves' Moon God Kingdom is invincible. Adding all the civilizations you know and don't know together to attack the night elves has too little chance of winning.

After all, it was ten thousand years ago that he could survive the fallen Titans and defeated the civilization of the Burning Legion that had emerged from all over the nest.

Among this vast crowd of stars, there are not many civilizations that can do such miracles.

Although the young ladies who live in trees and pick wild fruits to eat are low-key, they are indeed the overlords of civilization and the backbone of the Azeroth world.

When I think about going to Mount Haigal to rob me in the future, I have a headache...

Of course, even if the night elves allow Alisand to move freely, she and her people will not leave Surama. It’s not that they don’t know how vast the world is, they know very well.

But they can't leave.

I'm right? Mentor Lileza."

Black turned around and looked at the General Fengxing, who was in a state of dismay behind him and was no longer calm and sharp before. He spoke in a gentle tone, but malicious manner:

"The reason why the children of the Night cannot leave Surama is the same as the reason why you high elves cannot leave Quelthalas. Both of you elves have been cursed by power!

The further you leave your hometown, the weaker you become.

That kind of weakness cannot be resisted by will, it is the gangrene that exists in your bones, the demon in your heart, and the most tragic thing is that it is released by you yourself.

But no one forced you.

Although the night elves treated Quelthalas' ancestors rudely and unauthentic, the Moon Sacrifice and the Druids were indeed trying to save you.

They wanted to rescue their fellow races from their miserable fate, but unfortunately the Dasrema Sun Chaser rejected this kind of goodwill.

He proudly and confidently believed that he and his people could find a way to coexist with magic.

Then, now, six thousand and eight hundred years after the establishment of Quel'thalas by the Dasrema Sun Chaser, let me, a common pirate like me, ask you, the Ranger General of Silver Moon City, the great man of Quel'thalas."

The pirate coughed and pretended to be wise.

He squatted down.

Looking at the mother of Fengxingzhe who was covered in pain in front of her, he asked:

"Do you think that the baseless, stupid and arrogant fantasy of the first Sun King Dasrema Sun Chaser, who was respected by all the elves, came true?

Do you think the high elves will get the future they want?

Do you think you Queldores are really higher than the night elves?”

"Stop talking..."

Ms. Lileza Wind Walker covered her head and surrounded by the dead body behind her, saying in pain, despair, and sad tone, in the same trembling tone as requesting and escaping:

"Stop talking, please stop talking."

But her down-and-out posture became even more desolate and did not refute it, which proved that the pirates' harsh words were not nonsense.

Unfortunately, this is a secret that only pirates and elves know.

Ms. Natalie Salin, who was listening next to her, was confused. She didn't even know what puzzle the two of them were fighting. Perhaps the pirates were hearing the questions in her heart.

The next moment, Black stood up and signaled Natalie to follow.

They walked to the corpse of a complete corpse of the pirate, and the pirate looked at them. The group of young men who had just been rescued were looking at them under Sefiel's care.

"Don't look at me, be good boy, eat some candy first, and take you to find your mother later."

Black grinned and sprinkled a handful of goblin candy at the group of children, causing them to turn around Sefire one by one, and sang some kind of song of the son of the night.

The pirates missed it in their hearts, but they did not forget the serious matters.

"This kind of elves are called the Killer, they are the products of the degeneration of the son of Night."

Black pointed to the body beneath his feet.

The corpse has pale skin, its face is as shriveled as a dead corpse, and its skin is covered with bones, and clear traces of ribs can be seen. The most terrifying thing is that the faces of these slackling people all seemed to have "melt".

They even saw the thick white bones after the flesh was peeled off.

And those eyes, which were originally like the Night's sons, had become pale and godless, and obviously had already lost their eyesight.

They can only wander like zombies, they are still alive and still have vitality.

But it's no different from dying.

Anyone who sees this thing will be shocked, including Natalie Salin, who is knowledgeable and even involved in the mystery of the void. When he first saw the erectile dysfunction, he was frightened.

This is the terrible distortion of the power of life. It is different from the corruption of the void. It is not distorted by external forces. It is caused by the internal decay and decay.

It represents a rather dark and terrible fate.

The pirate snorted and looked back at the autistic mother of Wind Walker behind him. He spoke to Natalie in a gentle and patient tone:

"Being a wield man is a worse fate than death. What tortures these elves is not only hunger for the Dark Well Arcane energy, but also fear of the gradual loss of memory.

The last symptom of Night's son's transformation into a dysfunctional person under the torture of demons in his body is the loss of vision.

After losing their vision, their only remaining perception is arcane energy.

They will turn into brainless beasts, searching for all the arcane magic that can be extracted in their hearts, and sucking those energy frantically in their endless hunger.

They will turn into brainless people who feed on magic.”

"Addicted to devil?"

Natalie captured a key word in Black's words. She suddenly raised her head, covered her mouth, and said in a lost voice:

"That's not something that high elves have..."

"Now you finally understand."

The pirate laughed and pointed in the direction of Surama's purple sky, and he said:

"The devil addiction is not exclusive to the high elves. The Night Sons built the Dark Night Well, and the High Elves built the Sun Well, although the names are different.

But the behavior is surprisingly similar.

They were unwilling to give up their pursuit of magic under the persuasion of the night elves, and could not suppress their desire for magic in their bloodlines, so they indulged their desires.

Let yourself absorb extra magic power every day to meet your needs.

Day after day, year after year.

Magic strengthened Chardore and Queldore, but magic also transformed them and destroyed them in repeated indulgences. They were no longer able to fight against the hunger for magic in their souls.

They have fallen into a fanatical and pathetic addiction.

As long as they don’t give them magic for a day, they will be anxious! If they don’t give them for half a month, they will lose their minds! If they don’t give for a month, they will begin to degenerate.”

Black patted Natalie's shoulders who had already heard the silly, and pointed to the dead man's body under his feet and said:
To be continued...