Chapter 650: romantic? What is that, can I eat it?

Chapter 650 Romance? What is that, can I eat it?

The original wedding topic was interrupted by the heavyweight gift thrown by Queen Azshara. After the enraged Tyrande was appeased by Charlemagne with bananas (?), the crooked topic was finally pulled by Charlemagne, who became inexplicably bruised and swollen. Back on track.

Charlemagne posed in the classic shape of a certain commander, folding his hands to cover the bruises on his nose and the corners of his mouth, and his panda eyes were covered by the brown glasses he made casually before.

"Then...let's move on to discussing the wedding, hiss!"

Charlemagne, whose mouth was a little leaky, seemed to pull the wound at the corner of his mouth when he said a certain word, and let out a sound of inhalation.

"snort!"

Tyrande snorted coldly as he looked at the injury he had caused, but in the end he couldn't bear to apply a beam of Luna's light to a certain blunt duke for healing.

After the treatment, Charlemagne felt a lot more relaxed immediately, and continued to grin his teeth and said, "I think you all know my character. If you want a romantic wedding... I can only say that the concubine can't do it, but at least one There can still be a grand wedding.”

Tyrande looked at the three sisters with sweet faces, curled her lips and said in a sour tone, "Yes, it is indeed grand enough, it's a shame that you dared to hold the wedding at the same time as the regent's inauguration ceremony. How dare you say it's not romantic when you get married with blessings..."

Charlemagne turned to look at Lor'themar with a blank expression, "Ah Qiang, is this called romance?"

Lor'themar twitched the corners of his mouth, "Don't ask me, Daqiang, it may be infected by your slowness, and I don't know much about it."

Liadrin smiled lightly and took her boyfriend's hand, and asked in a rare soft tone, "Lor'themar, when will we get married? After Charlemagne's wedding, it will be about us, right?"

Lor'themar touched his head, smiled honestly and said, "Well, if you don't mind, let's hold the wedding in Yuanxing Town then, it must not be as grand and romantic as big brother."

"enough…"

"Ahem!"

Charlemagne saw that the two of them had already started talking about each other, so he hurriedly interrupted them.

Lor'themar is now also an Earl. Although she is one level behind Liadrin, who was promoted to Duchess due to her military exploits, in fact, there is no such thing as a misfit.

After all, the number of dukes in Quel'Thalas is not large. With the death of two dukes in a row, the dukes of Quel'Thalas plus Charlemagne and Liadrin are only a handful. Or the hereditary duke family that has long since declined.

Before, Liadrin's parents were discussing with Lor'themar whether to marry or become a matriarch, but as the news that the eldest of the Theron family became regent gradually spread among the high-level... this issue is no longer necessary to discuss.

At most, Ah Qiang will work harder after marriage and have more children to inherit the family lines of both parties.

That night, because of Charlemagne's good performance in promoting the romantic wedding before, he had a very...happy and tiring night.

Originally, he was exhausted from fighting during the day, and was rubbed repeatedly by the two sisters at night. When he fell asleep late at night, Charlemagne, who had received the blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, felt the feeling of being hollowed out for a long time.

Early the next morning, after half a night's sleep, Charlemagne basically recovered his vitality. After kissing the three sisters goodbye, Charlemagne rubbed the hair of mount No. 1 under Onyxia's expectant eyes.

Immediately, he pretended not to see Tyrande's tangled expression, wrapped Eragon around his neck, and teleported directly to Silvermoon City.

Because there was still a last ray of hope in his heart, Charlemagne came to Kael'thas' bedroom alone after finishing his official business with the members of the Silver Moon Council in the meeting hall early in the morning.

Velen has done everything he can do, and returned to New Karabor yesterday with the thanks of the Quel'Thalas high-level.

When Charlemagne arrived, Kael'thas was no longer in the bedroom. Following the guidance of a waiter, he finally saw the pale but pleasant Sun King in the back garden of the royal court, smelling the fragrance of flowers.

Charlemagne shook his head helplessly, and said to Kael'thas with a little blame, "Your Majesty, your current physical condition cannot go out for a long time. Let's go back first?"

Kael'thas waved his hand slowly to express his refusal, "My time is running out, and it doesn't make much sense to lie on the bed with peace of mind. Why don't you use this last time to live a meaningful life."

Charlemagne took advantage of the opportunity to sit opposite Kael'thas, and said solemnly, "It's still too early to say this. I plan to take you to Wyrmrest Temple today. Perhaps Alexstrasza can cure you."

Kael'thas smiled wryly, "Aren't you still determined? I don't know about my own body, it's hopeless."

Charlemagne stood up firmly and said, "How will you know if you don't try? It just so happens that something happened in Northrend. I can take the opportunity to find out this time."

Seeing Charlemagne's rather tough attitude, Kael'thas could only nod and agree, "Well, the future Prince Regent, it would be a pleasure to go to Dragonbone Wilderness to experience the cold air of the snowfield."

Charlemagne walked up to Kael'thas and helped him up, and then bless him with constant temperature magic. Now Kael'thas' body can't stand the cold wind.

When the two stepped through the portal, they happened to arrive at the hall at the bottom of Wyrmrest Temple.

At this time, the number of dragons in Wyrmrest Temple is not much, and it has shrunk significantly compared to when Charlemagne came. They should be as busy as Malygos said.

Red Dragon Ambassador Christaza noticed the arrival of Charlemagne and the two, and when she came to receive them, she looked at the Sun King with a pale face and dull eyes in surprise.

"Duke Theron and His Majesty the Sun King, you are here today..."

"Christasza, is His Majesty Alexstrasza there? I have something important to ask to see."

"Here, the three dragon kings other than His Majesty Nozdormu are discussing matters on the top floor. Let me take you up."

Charlemagne nodded, but felt a little slandering in his heart, 'Nozdormu is not here, and this bronze dragon king is really busy. '

When Charlemagne helped Kael'thas off the dragon's back again, the Three Dragon Kings who had transformed into a human form stopped talking and turned their eyes to this side at the same time.

Malygos strode forward, waved Christraza back, and asked with a trace of surprise on his face, "Charlemagne, why are you here at this time, have you settled the domestic affairs?"

Charlemagne shook his head, "Not yet, this time I want Alexstrasza to diagnose the Sun King and see if he can still be saved."

Alexstrasza saw Kael'thas's pale and weak posture, strode forward to grab his hand, and initially felt the breath of life in his body.

Then Alextas said regretfully, "A large amount of evil energy has eroded the body, and it has penetrated into the viscera of the whole body. The life force in Kael'thas' body is already very weak. I'm sorry, if I suffer this kind of injury, I may be able to heal it... "

The Red Dragon Queen sighed softly and said, "Now I can only temporarily replenish the life energy in his body. Fortunately, there is still a powerful force of holy light suppressing the evil energy in his body, but once it erupts... I am afraid that only the Titan It can be saved."

Charlemagne's originally hopeful eyes suddenly dimmed, but Kael'thas patted him on the shoulder with gentle force.

"So didn't I say that, my body knows best, so don't worry about me anymore, just deal with domestic affairs with peace of mind."