Stratholme God

   Chapter 376 Professionals (1 more)

  Real High Elf: Noble and elegant, every move and every move has a beautiful arc, and the words reveal... the unique Versailles atmosphere of super pretense.

   False high elves: vulgar and direct, with the **** pointing straight up at every turn, the words reveal... the unique old-fashioned taste of Qiu Mingshan drivers.

   Even if Sylvanas knew, many elf compatriots couldn't stand the decadent atmosphere of Silvermoon City and ran out to fly solo.

   Such as Valeera, such as Gina Gold Sword, the lover of King Daelin who is still in a coma...

   At first, it was a minority, not as many as the thousands of people in front of him.

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

  Look at what the [crazy ghost] who was screaming at her was shouting: "I swear to support Queen Xi, babbling!"

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

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

   Don’t look at the population of high elves at the peak of one million, if you have the heart to remember, thousands of years have passed, no matter how you remember them, at least they will remember their surnames.

   A male high elf who was more pleasing to the eyes of Queen Xi approached with a standing posture.

   He stroked his chest and bowed in salute.

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

   "Uh, I understand."

   "Also, because our names have a special magic 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 epaulette, and sighed, the one who should come still can't hide: "The trident, I understand!"

  [Jun Muqi] in the distance was desperate: "Hey hey hey! Why did we change our skin and pinch our faces again, and we are still treated as trash by Queen Xi!"

  【God of Tulips】: "Damn, the reputation of 【Trash】 has been ruined! Garbage can be recycled, but we can't. We are obviously hungry ghosts in color, and scum in people."

   "Damn it! You are so self-aware that I am speechless!"

  【Tulip】Put one hand on each other, emphasizing: "It's us!"

  In the past, Queen Xi was not very interested in tridents.

   She only commands her own elf rangers and some human hunter professionals.

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

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

   She can't bring back a large number of rangers, after all, this means stimulating the nerves of the upper elves in advance.

   Saying...

   Are these unremarkable guys really reliable?

   At this time, a guy who claimed to be [Chu Jiayun] walked up to Queen Xi with a confident face: "Don't worry! Your Excellency Windrunner! It's your turn to do things...cough, when it comes to the evacuation work behind the enemy, we are professional."

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

   Sylvanas was able to take 3,000 sand sculpture players on a thousand griffins and successfully airborne.

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

   The next morning, all 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 large and small temples and magic towers in the entire region, the elf mage in gorgeous robes opened his eyes in horror, and found that from this moment on, no matter how he called, the magic communication channel with Silvermoon City would no longer be transmitted. to respond.

   In its place, horrific bouts of music.

  Uh, can it not be scary?

   No matter what channel you choose, it is either [Sadako], or [Midnight Bell] and other famous horror films' background music.

  These gripping music was created for the sole purpose of scaring people.

   Add in the undead troll army that piles up the entire horizon in the south of the forest, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid.

  The alarm bell rings—

   Countless elves were awakened from their sleep by the sound of the bell, and they gathered in the center of the villages and towns in cold sweat, nervously clenching the overly ornate and somewhat impractical weapons in their hands.

   However, no matter how much we discuss, there will be no result!

   No way, too lack of information.

   They found that their future seemed to be swallowed up, and the door to survival was slowly closing.

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

  The old village chief said bitterly, "You know the efficiency of the council."

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

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

   The trivial matter of losing contact with Silvermoon City in the village certainly won't bother the noble mages of the Silvermoon Council. The magistrates are very busy. No magistrate would waste a lot of precious time on 'trivial' such as handling administrative matters, but you are not a high-ranking magistrate, which means that you will never be able to get a high position.

   This forms an efficiency paradox!

  A government of course requires administrative efficiency.

   On the other hand, if any elves want to be promoted, they must become a higher-level mages. To be a senior mages requires a lot of time to study magic, which makes the efficiency of managers at all levels in handling administrative affairs very low.

   In times of peace, everyone complains at most.

  In times of war, this kind of efficiency is especially deadly.

At this moment, in a hidden place outside the village, after watching [Brightening Dawn of the Sky] miraculously interfere with the magical transmission in the village with a small magic item, Sylvanas crossed his hips and looked around. All elite operators (players).

"Okay, according to my understanding of the council for two thousand years, the group of affairs officers who work slower than the slime monsters will need at least three days to determine whether the problem exists, and then quarrel for three days, and then slowly decide which unlucky one to send. Come and see the situation, wait until the observers are dispatched, that's nine days away. If we ambush the observers, we can even buy two weeks."

   Just after listening to this, the elite operators looked at each other, their eyes saying the same thing - FUCK! Suddenly I feel that the administrative efficiency of our Great Celestial Dynasty is very high! This is as fast as 'lightning'.

  Queen Xi continued: "I said, impersonating a messenger will not work. First of all, there must be special clothes and accessories, two special [lawbreaker] guards, and the seal of the parliament that no one can fake."

   Before she could finish her words, she saw a player come up with a set of elf costumes that were sparkling and artistic.

  【Aiz-Walenstein】Smirked: "You said this?"

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

The voice of    fell, and the [Honkai] knife flew. It only took twenty seconds to pick an official seal on the sweet potato and printed it on the special bulletin: "How do you feel?"

   That clear big seal has magical elements, and no one can see the difference.

  Queen Xi: "..."

   (end of this chapter)