Azeroth Trail of Light

The mystery hall, as Delaris calls it, actually covers an area much larger than a hall. It is like the projection of the double-storey palace above it on the ground, and it's vast and shocking.

As a basement, its light is not gloomy. In fact, this hall is probably the only building in the ancient city of Erre'Thalas that has been destroyed by two-thirds and still maintains the upper elf style intact. , Everything here is estimated to have a history of more than one year. If the old dwarf Brian is placed here, he might jump up happily.

This place may be considered heaven to archaeologists, but Dick thought it was cold like a tomb.

For thousands of years, Syndra, and even the smartest and most knowledgeable group of people in the entire world, have enclosed themselves in this basement and watched their compatriots die in pain one by one in the magical power containing magical energy.

It's hard to imagine that this was a decision made by intelligent creatures, but including Delaris, a rare warrior, thought there was nothing wrong with it.

"Here is the only meaning of Syndra's existence."

Syndra's warriors led the way, and the surrounding arcane anomalies that were responsible for guarding the magic lighthouse turned a blind eye to him. Probably because of the crescent key, Kael'thas and the others followed Delaris in silence. After seeing the hell-like scene just now, no one wanted to speak at this time.

There was a trace of grief and determination in Delaris’s voice. He probably noticed Dick’s increasingly cold face, and he explained,

"When every Syndra is born, the first thing we learn is to organize books. In the peaceful years, every Sindra's life is a journey of searching for new knowledge. Even when I left, the situation has become unbearably bad, but there is not even an elf to destroy this place, because this is not only the last magic node of Syndra, but also our library. ."

Delaris pointed proudly to a stone gate not far in front,

"There, right there, from the time the night elves were born until now, all knowledge has been placed there. There is Syndra's proudest treasure house, the most magnificent library in Azeroth."

Kael'thas also explained to others in a low voice,

"Even in the elven empire back then, the elves of Syndra were very mysterious. They kept secrets and classics for Queen Azshara. They were called "hidden whereabouts", but Sindra was a true "Loud scholar". "The Clan, the polymath of the Elven Empire back then, had more than nine tenths of them, all of them came out of Erezasra. Even in the craziest period of the Ancient War, the two sides of the war tacitly avoided it. Ere'Thalas, it is said that the demons are coveting the taboo knowledge in this city, but I have seen it in the family secret scrolls. That is because Syndra at that time mastered a certain kind of special magic. Dispel the demon... but that is just a legend after all."

"But one thing is certain."

Dick let out a sigh of relief. When Delaris was about to open the door, he joined Kael'thas' discussion. He pointed to the hall behind the crowd, which was wrapped in a light curtain.

"Sindra indeed mastered the secrets that no one knew, and was able to explore some of the secrets of demons. Behind the light curtain, there is a rare Void Mana Beast Lord. It is a rare demon in the Burning Legion, but Found by these Syndra, their mastery of taboo knowledge is far beyond our imagination."

"Arrived!"

Delaris gently pushed open the beautifully decorated carved wooden door. Suddenly, a scent of ink from a book spread into everyone’s nostrils. Kael'thas and Dick walked into the hall first, and then Staying in place, everyone who walked into the library from the hall was stuck there.

Only Delaris, this steadfast warrior was full of pride at this time. With a nostalgic look, he scanned the familiar scene, where the eyes were full of books.

In the sophisticated design that is divided into three layers, a variety of books occupy almost every place in the three-layer area. Everyone is on the second layer, and there is a spiral downward staircase below, where there is a and The library is one-third the size of the hall, and above everyone's heads, there is another place for storing books on the first floor.

Thousands of exquisite wooden shelves are filled with books made of animal skins, leaves and paper, sorted by age and placed where they should be. Dick feels like he is overwhelmed by books. The same, that feeling is far worse than those libraries in the previous life.

No, the places in my memory are far less majestic than the place before me. The cane in Jaina's hand fell to the ground because of shock, and Das, the rude dragon, was also affected by the power of knowledge at this moment. At a loss, he can be sure that even if only one-tenth of the books are pressed on him, it is enough to crush him into powder.

Too much!

There are also those items of great commemorative significance, the first fallen leaf of the world tree Nordrassil, the first bust of Azshara, the first star track made by the elves, and the oracle of Elune descending The laurel tree of the time, the skull of the demon lord who died during the War of the Ancients, Kael'thas even saw his ancestor, the portrait of His Majesty Dathremar hanging in a corner.

Time is stagnant and chaotic in this place, and it doesn't make people feel chaotic at all.

Dick and the others walked here, and couldn't help but slow their breathing. They seemed to worry about disturbing the tranquility here. Demetril and Das walked around the bookshelves, and they were marking "War of the Ancients". In that area, found a scroll made of special leather, signed by their great queen Ysera.

It was the precious antiquities donated by the Green Dragon Queen to the Sindra, but it was placed in the center of the two books like the most common book. Darth thought it was Sindra’s disrespect for the dragons, but it was there. When his hand was about to reach the scroll, a sliver of lightning struck him, causing the rude dragon man to take a step back.

Then they saw an old white-haired elf wearing a white robe and leaning on a wooden stick appearing angrily beside them.

"Who are you? The dragon man and the green dragon, rude fellows! Who allowed you to break into the library! Get out! Immediately! Immediately!"

Dick, who heard the sound, hurried over, and Delaris was with him. When he saw the white-haired old elf, Syndra’s warrior hurriedly yelled,

"Uncle Ledros, take it easy! It's me, Delaris! I'm back!"

This sound made the old elf who was about to release a special spell suddenly look back. He saw Delaris standing behind Dick, and walked over angrily.

"Didn't I let you leave here! Why did you come back! You are the heir of the holy sword, you shouldn't come back here! There is no hope for Syndra, go! Before Torsedrin found you, Hurry up! Leave here forever, don't come back!"

Delaris seemed to respect the old elf very much. After waiting for the old elf to finish speaking, he pointed to Prince Kael'thas and replied in a low voice.

"Uncle Ledros, I saw Syndra's hope. This is the descendant of Lord Dathremar who made an alliance with Lord Villings, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Quel'Thalas Elf Sun King, they have found a way to cure the addiction!"

"What? Cure the addiction?"

The old elf blew his beard and glanced at the smiling Kael'thas, showing the disgusting look when he met a liar. He shook his head, "No, Delaris, my nephew, the addiction is not What may be cured is what we must bear... curses and atonement. When we followed Queen Azshara to open the portal, we were destined to endure all this..."

"Uncle, they found Arcandor! It's the story you used to tell me when I was a kid, the tree of miracles, the Arcandor who can perfectly harmonize the magic!"

Delaris grabbed Ledros’ arm and said excitedly, “I saw it with my own eyes and felt its magic. It’s very peaceful, peaceful and unexpected! That’s true, uncle, I didn’t lie. you!"

"Acando...Acando, my God, this is impossible!"

The polymath of the white-haired elves was also a little surprised when he saw Delaris’s excitement. He slid his cane back and forth two times, and then gently touched the wooden staff to the ground. After a few seconds, another one was wearing white. The old mage in the robe crossed the portal and appeared beside him.

"Ledros, didn't you tell you not to disturb me? Imottal's restrictions are getting more and more chaotic. I have to re-seal the monster before it escapes... Wait, who are you?"

This old mage who just appeared had gray hair and looked like a polymath. He talked a lot before he noticed the stranger around him. Before he could finish asking, the old mage interrupted. Got him,

"Esturan, old man, my nephew, Quelcella’s sword-bearer Delaris brought back news about Acandor and the descendants of Dathremar. Of course I don’t believe them. What happened to Willings... Hey, you have the most research in this area, so let's talk about it."

The three words Acando made the polymath who had just come over stunned, and then sneered.

"It's impossible! When Queen Azshara planted Acando, I was recording all this. The magic node of Suramar City allowed the five miraculous trees to thrive, but all Acando were It has all been destroyed in the big explosion of the Well of Eternity. It is obvious that your nephew has been deceived, Ledros."

The atmosphere became stagnant, and Dick spoke,

"Your record is obviously wrong. Loreman, Suramarco has not been destroyed. It is only hidden in a remote place. Prince Kael'thas found the last tree in the ruins of the moon **** outside Suramar. Acandor’s seed, and then use Quel’Thalas’ magic node to plant it alive. You can be saved, provided that you can leave this cold tomb alive!"

The words left the two polymaths dumbfounded, and the polymath named Esturan pulled his hair hard.

"Suramar hasn't been destroyed? If that's the case... it's really possible... Wait, you said he used only magic nodes to grow Arcando? Have you ever invited the druids to watch it?"

Estulan saw Kael'thas shook his head. The old mage jumped up like a warrior in the next moment and grabbed the collar of Kael'thas who was caught off guard, and shouted,

"You lunatic! You don't understand the habits of Arcando. That thing must cooperate with the special spells of the druid to enter the growth period safely. The more magic power supplied, it will become more and more unbalanced, and wait until it enters the growth period. At that time, that tree will become a huge magic bomb and eventually destroy everything around it! Tell me if its color is silver-blue! With fluorescence! There is still light flashing in the night, tell me! is not it!"

Kael'thas was about to break away from Estulan subconsciously, but after hearing the words of the polymath, the Sun King suddenly let out a cold sweat, and he replied with a hoarse voice,

"No, it's not silver blue, it's ice blue, and it won't shine at night, but the leaves will shine."

"That's okay...then there is still a rescue."

After hearing Kael'thas' answer, Esturan let go of the Sun King, and then frowned and waved.

"Now immediately stop the supply of Arcando's magic power and stop the operation of those magic nodes. The archdruid must cast the spell himself. It is best to be the druid who has experienced the war of the ancients. They know something about the ancient druids. Naturally harmonized spells, damn! You lucky ghosts, and reckless fellows, you almost ruined your only hope, but it’s not too late. If there is Arcando, who would be willing to drink those moonwell waters? ."

Kael'thas glanced at Dick. He was also a little confused by the news. He was saving the opinions of the knight, while Dick was digging through the broken and incomplete information in his mind, and finally found regretfully that he had indeed forgotten. For this terrible point, if it hadn't been for Estulan to remind him here, I am afraid that Zhurijidao would really be blown up in a while.

So when Kael'thas asked for advice, the Paladin hesitated and nodded. The Sun King grabbed the sound-transmitting stone and walked to the side, while Delaris spoke softly while the two polymaths were communicating. Asked,

"Uncle Ledros, and Master Esturan, about Prince Tosedrin and Imottal..."

Estulan turned his head and glared at him, while Ledros hated iron and steel and said,

"There was no hope before, but now I see hope. Who will go crazy with Tosidlin? We immediately convened a meeting of polymaths to renegotiate the future of Syndra, although these suspicions of Queldore have not been removed. , But for the sake of Acando, I think most polymaths will make correct judgments."

"And Syndra cannot perish, look at these precious books! Torsedrin's weight is less than one ten thousandth of theirs, this is the real Sindra's wealth! Torsedrin is now on his throne In the hall, take your new friend to subdue him. We will talk about the rest slowly. By the way, be careful. Under Torsedlin’s body, something seems to have changed... his breath, In this year, something went wrong."

Delaris nodded, but just as he was about to leave, he remembered another thing.

"By the way, uncle, master, I... I found the trace of Lord Willings who disappeared that year, but unfortunately, Lord Willings' disappearance has nothing to do with the night elves and Quel'dorei. We wronged them. , It's a ghost made by the devil! We have been deceived for nearly 7000 years!"

"what did you say?"