Loremaster Gildas.
Loremaster Deleros.
Loremaster McCus.
Yavo the Loremaster.
The most glorious moment of Ere'Thalas was in Sindra's Royal Library, which had nineteen erudites.
However, today, there are only four of them left.
Including Prince Tortheldrin, there are only five highborne elves left who have witnessed the glory of the Kaldorei Empire and continued its orthodoxy.
Now one of them is still begging Carlos to kill his prince.
This kind of desolation and sadness that the empire is struggling to survive is so sad.
Gildas told Carlos the hidden truth.
For ten thousand years, Tortheldrin was not unscrupulous about absorbing demonic magic. He had always maintained a high degree of vigilance.
But as the magic famine spreads, the upper elf's addiction to magic becomes increasingly difficult to curb, and Prince Tortheldrin begins to shift from passively hunting demons to actively summoning demons.
It is also commonly known as fishing law enforcement.
But there is no sweetness in this world that can be tasted without paying a price.
As the scale of the summoning ritual continues to escalate, Elre'Thalas has attracted the attention of the Void Demon.
Dreadlords, they are everywhere. The Dreadlords have quietly infiltrated the social fabric of Elre'Thalas.
They lured Prince Tortheldrin into the abyss of power, and chose to use magic to anesthetize himself in the face of the desperate reality.
This is a point of no return, and the prince has no hope of salvation.
"Prince Tortheldrin himself didn't even realize that he had a split personality, and he often chanted the language of demons in a low voice."
When Carlos heard this, he instantly thought of one person——Medivh.
"If you can help the prince get relief, and I can convince other learned scholars to support my decision, you can choose everything in Elrethalas, as long as you and your army can take it away."
Gildas opened his arms and made a promise that was almost prohibitively generous.
But Carlos could tell that he was not joking. The Kaldorei Empire was so rich that even Elre'Thalas, which had been in decline for tens of thousands of years and continued to decline, was not the fault of Carlos and his men. A thousand people can move it.
Kildas has the ability to deliver on his promises.
The only problem was that Carlos didn't believe in the benefits of falling from the sky.
"Tell me, what makes you hesitate to ask outsiders for help."
"His Royal Highness Prince Torsedlin is very strong..."
"Um?"
"The demons have not completely eroded His Highness's mind, so they provide a large amount of chaotic magic power for His Highness to absorb. At this time, the Prince is gradually recovering his strength, and there is nothing we can do."
Gildarts' expression revealed deep exhaustion.
Then Carlos wanted to curse.
That's the night elf prince! ! !
Why did Carlos dare to bring only a thousand people to crush the soft persimmon of Dire Maul?
Because Carlos's job is hard enough.
For thousands of years, many of the great arcane masters of Elre'Thalas fell into eternal slumber. Those who were still awake were greatly reduced in strength because they lost their connection with the Well of Eternity. Even if they relied on absorbing demonic magic to relieve the demonic power, The onset of addiction cannot conceal the essence of weakness.
How weak is it?
Back then, Prince Tortheldrin was a big shot on the same level as Prince Faroldis, and was a peerless powerhouse second only to Queen Azshara. Although Xavius was Queen Azshara's number one minister, he was one of the best in the Kaldorei Empire. The powerful figures still have to bow to the Elf Prince. As for the powerful night elves in the world, whether it is Malfurion, Tyrande, Maiev, or even the Sun King Anastarian of Silvermoon City, Suramar's Chief Arcanist Tower, Lisa and Grand Magister Elisande were all included, and they could only look up and respect the Elf Prince.
You must know that Prince Faroldis was cursed and became an immortal ghost because he disobeyed Azshara. He still has the strength to kill the deep sea giant with a fireball.
You must know that Azuna's Narthalas Academy is only open to arcane students of all upper elves, but Syndra is an arcanist organization that only elites recognized by the Queen can join.
If we have to measure Prince Torsedrin, we can roughly estimate that the once level 130 boss has now been pushed back to level 44.
That's why Carlos dared to jump on Torcedlin's head and blatantly poach him.
But now Gildarts told Carlos that Prince Torsedrin's strength was recovering.
Carlos nearly blurted out his denial three times in a row.
"How far has your prince recovered?"
Carlos asked in line with the concept of wealth and danger, and he was a little unwilling to do so.
"It has the strength of about three thousand years ago."
"What was the approximate level of strength three thousand years ago?"
"Almost half of what it was five thousand years ago."
"How does it compare to the prince back then?"
"Prince Tortheldrin was so powerful back then that I didn't even dare to speculate on his depth."
"Can I beat you?"
"ah!"
Carlos punched him directly.
It is not appropriate to get used to an old man who relies on his old age and sells his old age.
"You are such a powerful warrior. With this speed and strength, you can do anything!"
Gildas covered his right eye and said excitedly.
Not only Carlos was shocked, but Dandema also found it incredible.
Are the upper level elves all messing around?
However, during the negotiation process, Carlos suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He signaled Gildarts to wait, then pretended to discuss with Dandema, and used the shielding movement to scan the surroundings.
"I feel like something is peeping. It should be to my left."
True to his old habit, Dandema suddenly raised his voice.
"but……"
Carlos was so experienced on the spot that he answered decisively.
"Do you understand sincerity? Go immediately!"
Dandema left with resentment in the puzzled eyes of Gildarts and Chen Guang.
"It doesn't matter, let's continue talking. Where did we just talk?"
"Forehead……"
Gildarts may have suffered a slight concussion and could not keep up with his thinking speed. He was completely unworthy of his title of erudite.
"Talking about the strength of His Royal Highness Prince Torsedrin."
Chen Guang took up the conversation.
"Well, regarding the prince's strength..."
While Carlos was making sincere lies, Dandema used the night elves' innate talent to search the area that Carlos suspected in a stealth state.
Then, he really made him TAB the eavesdropper.
Sartre...
For Satyr, Dandemar had no mercy. Those night elves who followed Xavius and joined the Legion did not deserve mercy, and had nothing to do with their compatriots.
If Dandemar still has compassion for the upper elf, then for these demons transformed from night elves, Dandemar can't wait to kill each one on sight.
"Hold your hands! I want to ask questions."
Carlos called out to Dandema, who struck first, and asked him to save the life of Sartre, who was mentally retarded later.
As a result, the Sartre who eavesdropped on Carlos's conversation used his altered voice to utter the most vicious curse in Salas.
Carlos felt that the holy light in his body had obvious fluctuations, as if something had been washed and purified.
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
To be honest, Carlos was really a little afraid that Xavius would cause trouble.
"It's the great Sargeras. If you are wise, please let me go, otherwise..."
Carlos signaled for Dandema to take action and directly broke its neck.
"There are more and more corrupted people in Elre'Thalas, hey!"
Gildas couldn't help but sigh.
"Your Majesty, please save your future people. They all fell into the devil's path because they couldn't bear the pain."
Chen Guang lowered his head and begged.
My kingdom will not issue a citizenship certificate to Sartre.
Carlos entered king mode again, sitting on the ground and raising the price.
"If you want me to save your city, you can open the gate and I will lead the troops in."
"This is absolutely..."
Gildas refused without hesitation.
"Can."
A crystal pendant on Gildarts suddenly made a sound.
"Dreiros you!!!"
"I think so."
"Yawo, even you..."
Carlos looked at Chen Guang with doubtful eyes, but Chen Guang showed a frightened expression.
"Gildas, we can't wait any longer. Tonight, Prince Tortheldrin will sacrifice ten thousand people."
Deleiros, who said yes, added.
"In the lower city, an entire block of civilians has disappeared. Even the protector Elonback shows signs of mental disorder. The devil has penetrated us deeper."
Yawo, who said it was okay, continued to add.
Carlos suddenly felt that Gildas was very unreliable. Could this be a trap?
