"The Night Sons' Demonic Addicts are slightly different from those of the High Elves, but the manifestations are the same. It is nothing more than that of the Chardores' degeneration faster than Queldores.

Perhaps it is because the Night Son is stronger than Queldoredo's magic power that has been absorbed for three thousand years.

But the addiction to devil is the addiction to devil!

That is an incurable disease that is engraved into the bloodlines and souls of the two tribes of elves!

Now, you understand why Quel'thalas was founded for 6,800 years, but few high elves moved outside the country, right? They didn't want to leave...

As long as they leave the glory of the sun well, they will usher in such a tragic ending as a silly person.

I have always heard that high elves are proud of the superb magical talent that the whole nation has. Every time I hear this statement, I laugh.

Yes, my laughter is mocking them.

A group of elves who have sucked magic and fools are still qualified to be proud?"

Natalie pursed her lips and nodded.

The black-robed boat doctor turned around and looked at General Liresa who was autistic behind him with a pity. She could now understand why General Fengxing was so out of control when he saw the erectile slightest.

She saw the future of the High Elves.

Surama and the Knot are the future of Quel'thalas.

What was even more desperate was that she could not reverse this future.

Just like the pirates said in a cold manner, the Queldore elves have already gone too far on the road to self-destruction. They have long missed the opportunity to save themselves, and the future of this race can only slip away in despair...

"No! The Dark Night Well has existed for ten thousand years and is still supplying magic."

Natalie looked at the pirate and said:

"The Sunwell has existed for more than 6,000 years, and it has not had any problems. As long as the Sunwell is still there, the magic addiction of the High Elves will not break out on a large scale.

As long as they protect the sun well, as long as they..."

"So, my ship doctor, facing a civilization that will die due to the addiction of devil, your advice to them is to let them continue to indulge in desires, continue to absorb magic power, and continue to strengthen their addiction?"

Black looked at Natalie with a weird look and said:

"You are a high-level doctor. When facing an addicted patient, the prescriptions you prescribe is to make him take more drugs? Are you not kidding?"

"I..."

Natalie was asked by this question, and she wanted to refute and explain.

But if you think about it carefully, there is indeed no need to explain.

This problem is unsolvable.

"Okay, the problem has been explained clearly, it's time to talk about the solution."

The pirate strode to General Lileza. He stretched out his hand, pulled the autistic Wind Walker mother up, reached out, and pointed it on General Lileza's shoulders.

Just like a nobleman awarding a medal.

He looked at the dull eyes of Wind Walker's mother and said to her:

"I want you to fight for me, Lileza Windrunner. I want you to be my retainer willingly, and stop talking about crazy things like pursuing peace and freedom in the future.

As long as the Proudmore family is still in one day, you will contribute everything to my cause!

Just like you give everything to your country.

Only such great loyalty can give me enough reason to convince myself and hand over the way to save your people and the country to you."

"you..."

Lileza looked up suddenly and looked at the pirate.

The latter said to her with his waist and his head tilted:
Chapter completed!