The cleanup work in the western area of Elrethalas went very smoothly. The tree men, piranhas, and the guardian tree left by the ancient elves did not cause any trouble to this team, which can be called the elite of the elite.
That was until Brann Bronzebeard and his expedition arrived in Feralas.
As soon as Brian entered the city, he jumped up and down like a child who found his beloved toy, wishing he could kiss every stone brick.
Arthas felt that if possible, Brian might pack up the entire Elre'Thalas and take it back to Ironforge's museum to study it slowly.
With his excitement, he probably wanted to stay in Elre'Thalas for a while. The last time he and Arthas went to Northrend, he was disappointed for a while because he could not explore the elven ruins there.
And now before him was a nearly complete elf city. How could Old Brian give up such a good opportunity?
"Can we check out the surrounding buildings and houses?" Brian and his team members were very interested in the surrounding elven buildings. Moreover, those buildings all seemed empty and should be quite safe.
Arthas glanced at the empty and dark buildings around him, coughed slightly, raised his right hand and shot out a ray of holy light, which shone into the room.
When Brian was wondering about Alsace's behavior, several sharp cries almost broke Brian's eardrums. The surrounding expedition members all covered their ears and looked at the seemingly empty room in confusion.
Alsace's holy light continued to burn for a while, and then they heard a few crisp crackling sounds, and several pitch black beads fell to the ground, with golden flames still burning on them.
"Wraith?"
The well-informed Brian immediately recognized the undead creatures dissolved by the holy light, which made the old dwarf say with dissatisfaction, "Oh, spare me, why do every elven ruins have these terrible ghosts?" ?!”
Time and again, he was stopped from exploring history by these abominable undead. These guys have been dead for so long, why are they unwilling to rest in peace and give some opportunities to those who are late?
Although he thought so in his heart, since he had the bad experience of being possessed by an evil spirit last time, he didn't want to deal with these light ghosts anymore.
"Alsace, you have to provide some protection for poor old Brian. I don't want to be possessed by these evil spirits again."
"As long as you don't run into those weird buildings alone, no ghosts will come to trouble you." Arthas then looked at the group of dwarf explorers behind Brian who pretended to be "good babies." So does you."
"Ahem, sometimes in order to restore the historical truth, it is unavoidable to take certain risks."
"Then think of ways to reduce the risk level, otherwise I'm afraid that one day you will really dig up something terrible and blow up the entire Azeroth."
Alsace said this easily, and Brian took it as a joke, but only Alsace knew in his heart that Brian would do quite a lot of earth-shaking things in the future.
Today's words can be regarded as a reminder, allowing this dwarf who is full of adventure and excitement to calm down a little.
As a prince and future king of Lordaeron, it was not easy to have several friends of equal status who did not have to mince words. He did not want to attend Brian's funeral one day.
Although the dwarves are as stubborn as stones, they are also the most trustworthy friends in the world, especially the three brothers of the Bronzebeard family.
"Okay, Brian, hurry up and pack your things. We are getting ready to go deep into the city."
"Well, what about these resentful spirits? Do we not care about them?"
"When they stay here, as long as we don't alert them, they won't attack us."
The souls wandering here are just a group of poor people. They failed to survive the changes when the world collapsed, or they died of old age over a long period of time because they lost the power of the Well of Eternity. In short, Arthas has nothing to do with these souls. There is no need to kill everyone if there is no hatred.
Maybe the Scourge Legion can be brought over later to help these remnant souls stranded in reality lead to the Shadow Realm. If they still want to stay in the real world, it is better to summon them into the Scourge of the Undead.
After all, they are a group of resentful spirits who were occupied by unwillingness, resentment, and regret before death. It is not a good thing to let them roam freely.
The ancient tree guard guarding the ancient gate fell in front of Kael'thas's flames. His decaying body was unable to withstand Kael'thas's flame storm.
However, the ancient tree guard's body had actually been contaminated by corrupted energy, and his mind had already gone crazy. Kael'thas's magic freed him from endless madness and despair.
…
"Teddis is dead."
"This may be a good thing. The poor old tree man went crazy seven or eight thousand years ago. Death may mean relief for him."
The burly male elf, dressed in an exquisite golden rune robe and wearing traditional elf jewelry on his wrists and neck, was not shocked by the news. He stayed at the edge of his seat, with a large number of elf stacked on the table next to him. books.
"Prince Tortheldrin, do we want to have contact with those outsiders?" An upper elf raised his doubts.
"Contact? Estodil, taking care of the library shouldn't make people dull," Torsedlin sighed. "Magic has completely sealed us off from the outside world. We don't know how to enter Eressa Is Lars an enemy or a friend?”
The upper elves present were silent. They were imprisoned in Elrethalas for ten thousand years, not only because they could not solve the problem of magic addiction, but also because they could not determine whether it was the safety of the closed city or the outside world. Safety.
The catastrophe of that year left an indelible impression on them. This group of elven mages whose ultimate goal was to change the magical power and mysteries of nature were frightened. Only Elrethalath's seemingly solid The walls and their magical seals can give you a little sense of security.
Over a long period of time, many people felt desperate because of such a life. They either sneaked outside and were never heard from again, or committed suicide in their own homes. The remaining people could not do anything but Spending all day in the library, trying to find hope for redemption.
The knowledge that Elf Queen Azshara valued did give the imprisoned elves some hope, and they began to study new forms of absorbing magical energy to avoid the troubles caused by magic addiction.
However, when they actually completed this research, they found that they still could not take a step out of Elrethalas. That was not because they could not survive in the outside world, but because they could not give up their current "stability" and face the world. to the completely unknown external world.
