Chapter 103 Luxury

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"Is there really anyone alive here?"

Kael'thas was somewhat skeptical of Alsace's statement, because wherever he looked, the large square in the center of the city was littered with toppled bronze statues and broken white marble tiles.

Weeds stretched themselves out wantonly in the square, submerging the roads in the city. Even the fountain that was supposed to be spraying water was arrogantly occupied by weeds.

The decay of the entire Erressalas makes people feel inexplicably sad, as if they have seen those white jade marble buildings with their own eyes, those brightly colored and exquisitely stitched flags flying on both sides of the high walls.

Kael'thas walked up to a incomplete statue. Although the originally tall bronze statue now only had two calves left, the exquisite craftsmanship of the upper elf could still be seen in the sculpture that had been eroded by time.

"There are three roads leading to different areas of the city." Jaina looked around, and her eyes finally landed on the magnificent Colosseum in the center of the square. "It's not bad for us to camp here. Look at the surrounding plants. It seems like no one has been here for a while."

To the south is the city gate through which they entered the square, and there is a road to the east, west, and north. The road to the east is in the worst condition. It seems that the trees in the city have not been managed for a long time and have been allowed to grow freely for too long. Its roots penetrated deeply into the marble city walls, and part of the wall collapsed, burying the road.

It may take some time to clear a safe road.

"Where should the library we are looking for be? It is impossible to explore such a large city within a period of time." Jaina leaned on her staff and looked back and forth between the roads to see if there were any signs. Can provide them with help.

"Don't worry... let me think about it. In ancient times, the upper elves usually placed road signs and landmarks... well, it should be here." Kael'thas summoned a crimson flame to burn the weeds blocking the view. Turned into ashes, clearing a clearing.

Between the black ash and white bricks, there was a stone that looked different from the other stone bricks. Kael'thas stepped forward and injected a magic power into it.

Vague magic inscriptions were revealed on the stone surface. Kael'thas carefully observed the unclear writings and murmured, "Greenhouse...garden...what...books...city administration...and Temple?”

While he was reciting the inscription, he did not forget to carve a rubbing and handed it to his subordinate, "Although many of the words are no longer legible, you can probably tell that to the east is the greenhouse and garden area where the elves cultivate plants. , the north seems to be places like temples and commercial plazas, and the west is the library we are looking for."

This is not much different from what I remember. Although the area of ​​Elrethalas is wider than what Alsace remembers, its own regional division does not seem to have much deviation.

"Then when Brian arrives, we will explore the west side of the city."

"What about the northeastern sides?"

"We have already entered the city, so there is no need to worry. As long as we negotiate with the survivors, exploring the abandoned area should not be a problem."

"What if no survivors are found?"

Jaina brushed back her fallen hair.

Arthas and Kael'thas looked at each other and smiled, "Kill the fallen creatures and retrieve the lost treasures."

If there are really no survivors in Elre'Thalas, this is simply a borderless land. Even the night elves don't know the existence of Elre'Thalas yet. Humans and high elves can naturally get the most from it. Interests.

That's what he said, but Arthas knew in his heart that the most precious things left in Elrethalas were some of the history and knowledge from ancient times. The real wealth was actually those who lived in this ruined city. Ten thousand years old Highborne.

Just to pull these old people who have lived there for ten thousand years out of their nests, I'm afraid it will take a heavy blow.

Alsace did exactly that. When the road to the west side of the city was opened, he led a small group of paladins into the West Square.

Throughout Elre'Thalas, there are several arcane crystals that provide energy for the cage that imprisons the demon Immortar. Immortal is locked in an arcane cage. There may be dozens of mages dedicated to maintaining the cage every day. of stability.

Most of the others gathered around Immortar to gain magic power from it.

Therefore, as a demon, it is regarded by the upper elf as a conduit connecting the energy in the void, constantly extracting the power in the void through Immortar's body, even if this power is contaminated by Immortal, it does not matter.

After experiencing such torture and insult, anyone would go crazy and hate the highborne who imprisoned them, not to mention that Immortar himself is a cruel demon by nature.

As a demon that can be selected as the energy source to support half of the city, Immortar itself is far more dangerous than most creatures in Azeroth, otherwise he would have died in his ten thousand-year battery career. Twisted void.

"This garden is a mess."

Kael'thas continuously guided blazing flame rays from his hands, burning those crazy plants into ashes.

His attainments in fire elemental magic may be the highest among the six-member council of contemporary Dalaran. Now, with only one person, he can suppress the elemental creatures in the courtyard who are driven crazy by the corrupted energy without any pressure.

Arthas did not use a warhammer, and blunt weapons were not effective against tree men. He wielded a standard Silver Hand sword in his hand. Although it was not a magic weapon, Arthas' violent slashes Enough to cut through these rotten wood and filthy vines.

The long sword in Alsace's hand produced a dazzling golden holy light. The sword body made of light cast iron was a good conductor of holy light. In Alsace's hand, it could even produce a substantial sword glow of holy light.

After the sword light flashed, another tree man was broken into two pieces, and its upper body fell to the ground. Its dull perception was really like wood. After falling to the ground, it realized that it had lost the foundation of its lower body.

The high-temperature holy light and flames quickly swept away all the trees in the garden. Kael'thas stopped his magic and looked up at the tall arcane crystal tower in the center of the garden, his eyelids twitching.

"This is so... luxurious."

For the first time, Kael'thas felt that the high elves were all a bunch of poor people - the arcane crystal used by the high elves was an extremely rare item in Silvermoon City, but the high elf mage here actually used it. As an energy source to power the cage?

Even if this kind of crystal can be charged, it is unimaginable for current humans and high elves to create and use crystals of this scale.

The wealth and strength of the ancient elven empire can be seen.

Arthas also touched his chin and marveled. Even if he knew about it in advance and had visited Dalaran and Silvermoon City, the magical creations of Elrethalas were still amazing.

"It's really spectacular." Kael'thas even wanted to move this crystal back to Silvermoon City for further study, but now is not the time. "What are we going to do with this thing?"