"If you can get your beloved woman, this woman will give you the highest right of the night elves. "The guest said quietly, as if he didn't know what he said would tempt Savis. "Oh, sorry, let me correct me. If the plan succeeds, you will replace Azshara as the king, and she is your queen. For such a good thing, the risk of failure is only 50%. I am bluntly speaking, if there is no help from others, I think your future should be the 100% loser as I said."

Saves said, "If it were you, would you believe in a stranger you met for the first time, and would you believe that the plan he brought to you with a success rate of only 50%?"

The guest smiled. "Do you know why I am so sure that my fate is chosen by you?"

He paused for a while, but Savis didn't accept the slightest reluctance of his sale. So he continued. "Smart, ambitious, and know how to restrain himself, but he is willing to achieve what he wants at all costs."

"I was flattered by your comments," Saves said. "But this is not the answer I want."

His persistence in the problem made the guest straighten up and put away his casual attitude. His upper body leaned slightly towards Savis, and this action made Savis feel a sense of oppression for some reason. His eyes were directed at Savis. Savis then noticed that his eyes were completely different from those of the night elves. His white sclera was not as elves as nothing in his face, but had black iris, and silver vertical pupils in the black.

These eyes seemed to be covered with the darkness of the entire night, but it attracted the souls of people to fall into it unconsciously. Saves finally showed a look of surprise, moved his eyes away and said in horror: "You are not a night elf!"

"What does it matter if it's not a night elves."

The guest did not let Savis go out of the panic that moment. He pressed close to Savis, staring at Savis with his black eyes tightly at Savis, but his words were unprecedentedly firm.

"If you really want to do something, even if you only have a 10% success rate, you will be willing to try it. Having a 50% success rate is already a good way to take risks. If you have a 100% success rate, you will definitely be willing to spare any price."

After a pause, he showed an unfathomable smile. "It's a pity that even though there are many people in this world who are willing to pay any price, there is no way to succeed 100%. So, for a gambler, a 50% success rate can make him so happy that he is willing to take risks. In life, if you don't even have such awareness, is it worthy of what you want? It's just what you value. I value what I want, and for this I am willing to pay any effort, and my success rate is probably less than 100%, but even so I am willing to try it out at all. Savis, this is the answer I give you. What about your answer?"

The many messy clues in the words of the guest were quickly revealed were captured in his mind and analyzed carefully. He tentatively said: "Do you have something you want to get? What is it?"

"You just need to know that what you want does not conflict with you, you know that I am not a night elf."

Saves thought for a while and continued to tentatively: "I am the part of your plan?"

The guest smiled. "It's a very, very important part. Believe me, I hope you will succeed more than you. Okay, you should know that smart people like you don't need so much nonsense and temptation, just tell me the result. Savis, as far as we wish, it's impossible to succeed in walking a normal path. I don't want me to cooperate with a normal person at all. This plan can only be participated by the craziest gambler, and do you want to bet now?"

Savis pussed into his eyes under his aggressive gaze.

Azshara's words appeared before his eyes again.

Fifty percent

Fifty percent, fantasy will become reality. But if he fails, he will definitely die in tragic and desolateness.

Savis opened his eyes. This time, he no longer escaped the black eyes hanging above him. Savis looked straight into the guest's eyes and said, "What should I do?"

The guest looked at his sharp expression and straightened his body. "To conquer things like the opposite sex, either you have a look that makes her fall in love with, or you have a strength that makes her surrender. Savis, which type of man do you think your queen prefers?"

"Strength." Saves replied without hesitation. "For Azshara, appearance is not important. She never thinks that the opposite sex can surpass her in appearance. I want strong power, stronger than anyone else, including her."

"A natural request." The guest smiled. "But I have heard of Azshara's strength. If you want to surpass her strength, you will not be able to do it in a while."

"Then were all the things you said tonight playing tricks on me?" Savis was angry, but he tried his best to keep calm and gritted his teeth.

"The God you believe in is called Elune." The guest sat back in his seat, still in the posture of relaxing so much that he was full of flaws. He turned to the full moon in the sky and said something that had nothing to do with Savis. "But Azshara doesn't like her."

Savis waited silently for the following.

Eluen has a wide range of believers among the Night Elf. Although the Night Elf is an empire separated by church and state, the Moon Temple has no real power and does not interfere with the Night Elf's regime. However, Azshara still doesn't like the existence of such an existence in her empire. Of course, only the upper elves who trust the most and intimately can understand her attitude.

What Savis understands better than others is that being on par with Elune is to others' eyes that this is the embodiment of the supreme glory of the Queen, but in fact, in the eyes of the arrogant Azshara, this is by no means glory, but rather a great shame.

She was the one who brought the night elves prosperity, she was the one who brought the night elves peace, she ruled the night elves, and devoted countless years of hard work and hard work to this end. And what did the high-ranking Eluen do? Why is she worshipped in the temple? Why should the people celebrate the festival in her name?

She is the one who brings the people a happy life! These ungrateful untold pariahs!

"As Azshara's close minister, if you don't even understand this, I'll be disappointed." The guest looked back at him and waited for his answer.

Saves knew that this was testing his observation and understanding of Azshara. Therefore, he nodded decisively and expressed his conjecture that he had never spoken to.
Chapter completed!