Azeroth Trail of Light

The Gladiator Contest of Dire Maul is still in full swing. Today is the last day of the preliminaries. According to common sense, today’s confrontation is also the most intense and exciting. Early in the morning, the entire camp area was completely empty. Down, everyone ran to watch the gladiatorial fight.

But this wonderful gladiatorial match has nothing to do with Dick and his party. They now have more important things to do.

Delaris walked in front of the team silently. He looked as if he had suffered a severe blow. The whole person's originally straight body buckled down. In fact, it was true. In the ruins of the black mist, he personally understood The ancient soul that was sealed in the body of the dread demon, that soul told him all the secrets before it dissipated.

He was horrified to discover that, as Dick said, the suffering of the Sindra elves for thousands of years is really like a joke!

They were played with by a demon, the succubus leader named Cynthia, at the moment when the seal was released, this powerful succubus tore the space and escaped, even Kael'thas and Dick could not keep her, although I don't know if Syndra's plan to abandon the eastward flight has anything to do with this succubus, but one thing is certain.

The demons never gave up their prying eyes on Syndra, and they succeeded at least once, and that time completely cut off the last hope of the Sindra elves.

But Delaris's slightly confused face has a hint of excitement!

Yes, he followed Kael'thas to Quel'Thalas, and saw the tree of miracles, Akando, which is only recorded on the best-preserved ancient scrolls in Ere'Thalas. He felt it personally. To the kind of soft magic that will not cause any burden to the body.

At this point, he truly believed in Kael'thas and Dick.

Especially after having a frank and frank conversation, he understood Kael'thas' worries. After all, Akando’s information was top-secret information during Azshara’s time, and the entire world was only the secret guard of Erethalas. Those who know how to properly cultivate this miracle tree.

This is also the reason why Delaris sneaked into Erre'Thalas secretly with Dick and Kael'thas.

He found the light of redemption that he had been looking for. It was the only way out that the people could see, even though the Shandris Feathermoon explained and told him that the night elves’ moonwell could satisfy the people. The desire for magic, but the agreement 7000 years ago, Delaris believed in Quel'Thalas even more.

"Go here, don't move the ancient archer statue!"

Delaris held a delicate stone crescent key in his hand, pointed to the rows of ancient night elf archer sculptures of various shapes, and said to the people behind him, "The statue was used by the scholars. After being reformed, touching it at will will launch an attack. At the beginning, we relied on these sculptures to repel the barbaric ogres who wanted to invade the inner city."

Dick nodded clearly. He looked back and saw that only an abandoned palace was obstructed, and then the territory of the Gordok Ogre Kingdom was outside. The Paladin looked busy looking for the wall with the Crescent Key. The Syndra who hides the moon gate, he curiously asked,

"Should you let those ogres occupy the city you used to? No matter how frustrated, Sindra won't even be unable to deal with a group of ogres, right?"

Delaris didn't stop, he replied casually.

"Why are they expelled? Those ogres occupy the outer cities, just enough to separate us from the outside world. The polymaths even deliberately left some simple and easy-to-understand books in the ruins when they evacuated. Guide those ogres to develop faster. The stronger they are, the safer we will be."

Darth scratched his head, Demetrius was also a little confused, he asked,

"Then you are not afraid of attacking you after those ogres become stronger?"

"Don't be afraid! They can't find it here!"

Delaris finished a series of complicated positioning tasks, bit his thumb, dripped blood on the crescent key, and gently placed it in the depression of the wall, accompanied by faint starlight, a circle of arched silver symbols The text appeared on the wall, it was a gorgeous, mysterious light. Kael'thas and Jaina looked at it with brilliant colors, completely novel arrangements and combinations. This is a peculiar rune magic that even they have never seen. .

"Actually, what you said before was wrong!"

Standing in the starlight, Delaris looked back at Dick who was also a little surprised, "This door can only be opened by the orthodox descendants of Syndra, so even if you find the lost Crescent Key, you won't be able to open this door. "

After the light of the stars and runes dissipated, a mahogany gate that allowed three people to enter and exit together appeared in front of everyone. The gate was painted with golden lines and engraved with the advice of the Sindra elves during the Azshara period.

"Power only exists in knowledge, and knowledge is priceless"

This sentence is perfectly in line with the tradition of the Sindra elves. In the game, Sindra is a hidden force that few people know about. After helping them kill the crazy prince, the reputation of those polymaths will be unlocked. Compared with other forces that require various strategic materials and even gold coins, all these book-loving guys need are books!

Various books! Anyone who can bring them secret books from all over the world will be rewarded by them.

The reward is still the book!

But the real old ashes all know the preciousness of these books. These ancient books contain advanced skills for each profession, so for real players, at a certain period of time, the reputation of Syndra is very valuable , Although most people don't know that there is a special force in the depths of the Dungeon of Doom Maul.

Dick shook his head, threw these worthless memories out of his mind, and followed Delaris into the door.

He thought he had seen too many tragedies, but when he really stepped into the interior of Ere'Thalas, the devilish breath that made him sick, and those Syndra elves like the walking dead, let him Dick was stunned in place, and there were others who were also stunned.

"Gosh...here...this is a living hell."

Villinde stared at the sight in front of her in amazement, she couldn't help muttering to herself, while Delaris took off his helmet and looked at her compatriot with a look of despair and sadness.

Judging from the furnishings of the hall entering the gate, it was supposed to be a gorgeous palace, but now, there is only a piece of dirty wreckage left, those elves as skinny and skeleton-like as Delaris, aimlessly Wandering in the hall, more people fell in the corner. Apart from the ups and downs of their chests, there was almost no evidence that they were alive. The corpses that died in despair exuded a disgusting smell, but no one cleaned them up. .

Their faces are full of numbness. Even if they stumble over something under their feet, they will still struggle to stand up and continue to wander aimlessly. The magic mixed with fel energy completely destroys the will of these elves, their appearance and virtue. Larys is no different, but this warrior still has his own soul, and they... their souls have long since disappeared. Under that empty body, there is lingering cowardice and despair.

Further afield, there are some sensible Syndra elves surrounding the two blue crystal towers on the withered grass on that side, greedily absorbing the evil magic power emanating from the crystal towers, the same from their faces Without feeling the traces of reason, it is really like a beast vying for food.

Even the rugged dragon man and the indifferent green dragon can't bear to look at this lively scene of purgatory on earth again. They turn their heads away, but where they catch their eyes, they are all a vivid expression of despair.

"If it weren't for Sunwell and Acando...we would be like this."

Kael'thas took a deep breath. The Sun King had thought of the most desperate moment, but when he really entered the interior of Ere'Thalas, he realized that his imagination was still too poor. When the Well of Eternity was blown up, the upper elf, who had become accustomed to the flow of magic power, frightened him when he lost the true source of magic power.

He feels sober from the bottom of his heart, and is even more grateful to the foresight King Dathremar. If he did not have the courage to break with Kaldorei and the determination to take his people to the unknown continent, I am afraid that the current Sindorei elves are better than these Xin Della Elf is not much better.

"Come with me, friends, these elves... They were expelled by Torsedrin. Although the polymaths tried their best to fight, their hunger for magic has already crushed their will, and they are not saved."

Delaris looked at his compatriots with an almost cold attitude, gritted his teeth, held the broken blade in his hand, and strode into the distant white stone palace.

Dick sighed and followed Delaris. After entering this place, the always daring dragon became silent a lot. Although he didn't want to admit it, this place really made him feel frightened. The horror of distortion, silence and despair mixed together, as a warrior, he hated this feeling.

The palace in front can be called a city. It is a tiered, three-story giant city. It can be seen that this is the place where ordinary Sindra elves live. As for the more mysterious polymaths, they live in the most In the secret room hall below, they guard the ancient knowledge and maintain the normal operation of the 7 magic towers.

It can be said that the true Sindra heritage, the most essential part of this force that has endured thousands of years of suffering is located in the underground mystery hall. However, Syndra's will is on the verge of collapse, but their social organization has not been destroyed, which has to be said to be a miracle.

"That's the last gathering place for the Sindra elves who can barely persist in Twistwood Town (fabricated), and the Sindra Gulins who gave up their bodies."

Delaris was standing at the entrance of the palace, pointing to those on the second floor of the palace who could still see the movement, and said, "They are living hard under the leadership of the Mayor of Kaledis, who is a Gring, but they are only alive. That's not where we are going, come with me, let's go directly to the Mystery Hall!"

The warrior of Syndra retracted his gaze, and he strode down the steps. On this tall wall, he could still see the glory of Syndra in those days. The soldier sculptures passed down from ancient times stood in front of the door. But already covered with moss, a huge ancient war tree stood in front of the gate leading to the mystery hall, and even this natural essence was distorted by magical energy.

The breath of violence and anger that shouldn’t exist was transmitted from the ancient war tree, but after Delaris showed the crescent key with blood stains in his hand, the erected branches of the ancient war tree were crunching unpleasantly. The sound was slowly released, and the road leading to the Mystery Hall was cleared.

"Knight Dick, Your Majesty Kael'thas, Torsedrin and his servants are at the end of the Mystery Hall... I will take you to see the polymaths first."

Delaris opened the door, and there was a special color in his eyes when he looked at Dick and Kael'thas.

"The Loremasters do not belong to Torsedrin’s rule. They are well-known among the commoners. If we can convince them, we only need to face Torsedrin and his evil servants, but Imottal, the demon The magic power of this is deep into our bones, and we can’t deal with it.”

"So... please help us!"