Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 38 Silvermoon City

   Sean has long been familiar with the weird atmosphere between Charlemagne and Cirvanas.

  As a second generation of power, this guy is also a veteran of Huashuong. He seems to have noticed something between the two of them, but now that the situation is temporarily unclear, he doesn't intervene much, but his envy for Charlemagne is still unavoidable.

  ‘I heard that Alleria Windrunner is also a rare beauty. Does this guy want to marry the two sisters together? '

The population of the high elves was in short supply and because most of the men who fought on the battlefield during the troll war were men, and the population of male elves was much smaller than that of women, so the high-level Sun King and the Silvermoon Council did not limit the number of wives men could marry, and even encouraged them to some extent. give birth.

  However, the undisciplined nature of the high elves and the low birth rate unique to the long-lived race doomed the birth rate of their offspring to be low. Even if the king took the lead in encouraging births, it would be difficult to fundamentally solve this problem, and instead created some new social problems.

   That is the unrestrained form of the high elves.

  Many young high elves living in Silvermoon City have no worries about food and clothing due to state subsidies, and their lives are stress-free. In addition, the king encourages childbearing, these men and women gather together and party all day long.

Party... Well, that's it. It's normal for elves who don't know each other to have **** together. It is said that this kind of extravagance has been popular in Silvermoon City for many years, and the old driver Sean is naturally one of them... At least once yes.

The higher-ups have been turning a blind eye to this matter in order to increase the fertility rate. However, how can these young elves who are unwilling to be responsible let their children restrict their own pace of fun, so...a certain preventive product is on the way. Silvermoon City is getting more and more prosperous.

Of course, although Quel'Thalas does not limit the number of wives a man can marry, most elves still stick to one wife. in the middle?

  But Sean knows that his uncle does have two... ahem.

   While chatting with the young people, Li Reza, Lianda, Darkan, and Osis finally finished their greetings.

  After the royal family and the parliament invited the ranger troops to enter the city on behalf of their respective positions, Charlemagne finally entered the inner city through the majestic outer city gate with great anticipation.

  After entering the inner city, the majestic statue in the open city gate is the first thing you see. The statue is about 10 meters high and is carved with high-quality stone into an old elf wearing a gorgeous robe.

   If there is no accident, the protagonist of the statue should be the current Sun King—Anastrian Sunstrider.

Seeing Charlemagne, Cirvanas and others looking at the statue, Sean introduced them with some satisfaction, "This is called the Shepherd's Gate, and the statue carved is our Sun King Ana. His Majesty Strian."

  After bypassing the statue, a magnificent sermon and exquisite buildings with high elf characteristics on both sides of the road immediately came into view.

  Due to the worship of the sun, bright red is widely used in the buildings of the high elves, and the tops of most houses are covered with red building materials.

  On the top of some stores, you can also see red banners hanging down, with some blessings and a few promotional activities written in Salas language.

  The whole street was full of people, familiar elves were chatting leisurely standing on the side of the road or sitting on the specially built benches beside the road, and patrolling arcane puppets could be seen from time to time on the road.

  Arcane puppets are self-disciplined weapons driven by arcane energy cores. Although the output is large enough and very solid, mass production has not been possible due to cost issues.

   After all, this kind of arcane puppet... the cost of one is enough for ordinary elves to abandon laziness and work hard for hundreds of years before they can afford it.

   This kind of luxury is destined to be unable to be delivered to the army in large quantities. It is said that even the Sunfury Legion directly under the king's direct control has only a small part of it, and it is maintained by them every day like a treasure.

  As for the ranger troops, the country troops in their eyes...don't even think about it, go to sleep.

   "This avenue is the Elder's Trail, the main road of Silvermoon City. There are many branch roads on both sides, which are not used for the time being. I will show you around when I have a chance later."

  Sean was responsible for explaining the layout of Silvermoon City to Charlemagne while advancing with the troops.

"Next, we will enter the King's Trail through this avenue, and then go all the way to the Sunstrider Royal Court. His Majesty the Sun King will meet you at the fountain square in front of the Royal Pavilion. middle."

Speaking of this, the guy poked Charlemagne's waist with his elbow a little narrowly, "You kid is one of them, but why you didn't choose to enter Silvermoon City to be an official but choose a bow as a reward? I have never figured it out." .”

  In the eyes of these second generations of power, the ranger was greatly promoted when he became an official in Silvermoon City, and he might be able to climb up to the top level step by step in the future. Charlemagne's choice made Sean somewhat incomprehensible.

Charlemagne looked at the bustling Silvermoon City and shook his head, "You don't understand, it's not what I want to be trapped in Silvermoon City, and you think I, a mud-legged ranger, suddenly went to wrestle with a group of old foxes in the officialdom? What's the end?"

  Hearing Charlemagne's self-mockery call Sean's face a little embarrassed, he scratched his face and turned his head in embarrassment and said, "So I told you not to say the word muddy legs anymore... Can't I admit it wrong?"

Charlemagne laughed and patted the kid on the shoulder, "You think too much, I'm not mocking you, but in the eyes of the dignitaries in Silvermoon City, us rangers living in the forest are indeed mud legs Is that right?"

   "Hmm... Even I thought so before. The residents of Silvermoon City seriously lack understanding of the ranger army. There are even rumors that you rangers, like trolls, grew up eating raw meat..."

When this topic was mentioned, Sean's face was a bit ugly. He was inevitably misled by this cognition after living in Silvermoon City since he was a child. Only after getting along with the rangers this time did he realize how serious this rumor is. Outrageous.

   But this also proves from the side that the officials and lords of Silvermoon City have extreme contempt for rangers. If these mud-legged people were not needed to guard the frontier, even more outrageous rumors would come out of their mouths.

Seeing Sean's expression, Charlemagne patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry, the current atmosphere in Silvermoon City cannot be changed by just one or two people, so I have to leave here and go outside to a wider area. Find another way out for our race in heaven and earth."