The white moonlight shines on both ends of the world, in my heart but not beside me.
When Elune intervened, Carlos finally discovered the truth.
A chicken thief with a special code in Torsedlin, ah, no, it should be described as treacherous.
Taking the Royal Library as the "mirror", there are three "Royal Library Worlds", the front and back of the mirror, and the mirror world itself.
The layer of sealing magic that enveloped the entire Royal Library isolated the original world and formed the front of the mirror. The Royal Library that Carlos and Gildas entered after opening the gap was empty. That was because of this independent space world. It's the opposite side of the mirror.
As for Carlos, he was pulled into the mirror world itself.
That is, the well of souls.
That black vortex is not the soul well, the black and white world itself is the real soul well.
The path reflected by Elune's moonlight led Carlos out of the dead end and into the front of the mirror.
"Wouldn't it be better to just take what you want and leave? Why did you bother me?"
Tortheldrin let out a wail of agony.
Similar to Kalos, the Elf Prince was also illuminated by the moonlight, but Elune swayed its blessings on Kalos, while it was the wrath of the moon god that enveloped Tortheldrin.
This inexplicable sense of sight, you dare to take the A-stick Luna's refresh without using the Black King's Staff, it's awesome!
"Because I want to talk to you."
Carlos was confused, ignored Moonlight's guidance, and did not step forward to touch Torcedlin.
"Hahahaha, just for this?"
"That's important to me."
The awesomeness before was ridicule, but the awesomeness now is emotion.
Because Tortheldrin was really awesome, he withstood Elune's anger and forcibly sealed the magic barrier penetrated by the moon god, ending his own pain.
"It doesn't matter to me, just die!"
Torsedlin raised his hand to strike with magic to claim Carlos' life, but Carlos raised his foot and used the sole of his foot to deflect the magic energy.
"You are too arrogant. Even if you are an elf prince, even if you are Tortheldrin, why would you try to kill me in such a state after being beaten violently by the Moon God? There is a limit to looking down on people."
Carlos really felt that Tortheldrin was beaten stupid by Elune. This kind of painless magic was completely unworthy of his elf prince's character.
It wasn't that Carlosto was showing off, but that he saw through Torcedlin's lies.
Elune was just a hair away from hitting the finale, and Tortheldrin was now a veritable powerhouse.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Torsedlin frantically used the breath-recovery play, making no attempt to hide his intention to delay time.
"Where have my people gone?"
Carlos started asking questions.
"back."
"The plane we were on before?"
"right."
"At the beginning..."
"front."
"speak English!"
"It's my fault that you don't have enough intelligence."
Carlos almost went berserk, he was ridiculed by Torcedrin, he was ridiculed!
"The Well of Souls isn't finished, is it?"
"Yes, Elune interfered with me before the last ritual was completed."
"Last ritual, sacrifice me?"
Carlos mused.
"Don't be arrogant. You have been outside of my plan from beginning to end. Your gift to the Light of Light is the glory that belongs to me, Tosedrin. It would be nothing without you humans."
"You are preparing to sacrifice yourself!"
"The Queen has forgiven me for my mistakes. She will return from the bottom of the sea, and the Kaldorei Empire will rise again, dedicating her soul to the Light of Light!"
Although there was no evidence, it was just Carlos's pure speculation, but he was convinced that Torcedlin was deceived by N'zoth.
Because Azshara has no interest in souls, nor does she have the strength to leave the coastline so far to come to Elre'Thalas to forgive Torcedrin.
Even bolder speculation is that the heart-warming words of Queen Azshara that Tortheldrin heard were all disguised by N'Zoth's tentacles.
What a poor man.
"Elune's Luna Railgun is coming soon. What are you going to do?"
Torsedlin, who has fallen into a state of madness, is obviously not a person with whom he can communicate normally. Carlos is making a last attempt. If he cannot obtain any useful information, then start filming.
"No need to ask, of course it is to complete the final ritual and awaken the Well of Souls. Even Elune cannot face the enemy Queen!"
Tortheldrin shouted, drawing his sword.
This is...Quel'Sera. The Blade of the Highborne!
Carlos recognized the shape of the knife immediately.
This white blade, I'm in meditation empty-handed! ! !
Taking one step forward, Carlos discovered that something was different. Torsedlin did not swing the knife to kill him, he wanted to...
He forcibly grabbed Quel'Sera's blade and did not allow Tortheldrin to commit suicide, but the mixture of Carlos' blood and Tortheldrin's magic linked him to the entire ritual.
Carlos finally saw the truth.
There are two Torcedrins! ?
On the back of the mirror, thousands of highborne elves knelt in magical rituals. Four savants were bound in the four ivory towers of the royal library to serve as magic nodes. Hamuul, Dandemar and other missing soldiers were imprisoned in To the side, Torsedrin stood on top of the black whirlpool as if he was in a daze.
In the mirror itself, or inside the well of souls, the unwilling souls of the upper elves for tens of thousands of years are howling, howling, seeking vent and relief, and a voice shouts - E ARE ONE.
This tone means that the ancient god has not escaped.
Go to TM to reconnect with the Well of Eternity. This is to open a portal in Elre'Thalas so that N'Zoth's undersea army can reappear in the world!
With a little more imagination, does N'Zoth want to have a joint battle with C'Thun of Silithus?
"Elune!"
Carlos yelled, and Torcedlin punched him in the face with a ferocious look on his face.
It doesn't hurt very much.
My hand hurts a little.
"Elune!!!"
It doesn't really hurt.
It really hurts.
"Lord Moon God, I was wrong, please use your magical power!"
Outside Elrethalas, Chenguang suddenly felt something. She left the room, stood on a high place, and looked at the Royal Library.
I saw...
"Praise the moon, praise Elune."
Regardless of whether they are the upper elf or the tauren, they are all believers in Elune. In this glorious light and shadow that is almost a miracle, the rest of the words are superfluous, as long as they praise the true God.
Only the ogres shivered with the human soldiers.
In a mountain valley less than a thousand kilometers away from Eretharas, Cenarius was leading his sons, daughters, grandchildren, and disciples to clean up a gathering place for Satyrs.
The satyrs were unwilling to perish. They were demonized and were not afraid of death. Even the fame of the demigod Cenarius was not enough to stop their madness.
So the battle was fierce.
But when Sartre's so-called trump card, an entire team of Dread Guards, was torn to pieces by Cenarius, the battle ended.
Suddenly, Cenarius felt something.
"This is not the taste of mother..."
