When you're very obsessed with something, that feeling is called "addiction." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is due to the desire of the heart and the need in the bones, just like smoking, knowing that it is unhealthy, but you can't stop it.

In the wizarding world, this addiction can sometimes not only damage your health, but even endanger your life, and even your soul will not survive.

For example, magic addiction.

Addiction, to be precise, is the thirst for magic, all spellcasters have symptoms of severe or light addiction, but powerful mages will use a will as strong as iron to restrain this addiction, and in general, human mages do a very good job in this regard.

Elven mages are worse.

It's not that the will of elven mages is inferior to that of humans, this is actually a matter of physique, elven mages are basically demon-loving physiques, this physique will greatly increase their magic control and magic intensity, but along with it, there is also a desire for magic.

This constitution originated from the upper elves of 10,000 years ago, when the rulers of these night elves were dark trolls, approached the Well of Eternity, and were gradually transformed by the surging magic in it, until they became the original elves, and the hidden danger of demonic constitution existed in their bodies.

During the time of Queen Aishara, the magical civilization of the upper elves reached the extreme, and they never disdained to do what could be done with magic, which made them more civilized, but also made their dependence on magic more serious, at that time, due to the existence of the Well of Eternity, these pure magic from the deepest part of the planet could fully meet their body's demand for magic, and naturally it would not cause a catastrophe, but after the explosion of the Well of Eternity, this problem became more and more deadly.

The Sindra elves are an extreme negative teaching material, they even have to absorb the magic power in the demon's body to maintain their thirst for magic, and finally make themselves human, not a ghost, even Akando can not cure them well, can only send the most depraved part of the elves to Illidan to be transformed by the demon hunters.

The King of Demon Hunters is happy with this, and the high level of adaptation of the Sindra Elves to magical energy determines that they can become powerful Demon Hunters as long as they can grit their teeth and survive the toughest times, but this is not a good thing for the Elves themselves.

The High Elves of Quel'Thalas also have a demon addiction, in fact, in the original history, the people of Kael'thas were forced to take risks because they could not suppress their desire for magic after the destruction of the sunwell, and a large number of them fell into the heartless.

And in this history, Kael'thas got the help of Dick, and got the artifact of Akando without danger, and finally saved the Phoenix Dynasty from destruction.

It is worth noting that both Sindra and Quel'Thalas are descendants of the upper elves of the past.

And in the Broken Isles, there are still the last pure-blooded upper elves in the world, the children of the night who live in Sulamar, Shadore, who lived in Sulama, the crown jewel city of Aishara, during the reign of Aishara, it stands to reason that as loyal fans of Queen Aishara, when the queen began to use demonic mana, they should obey together, but these wise upper elves, in that case, chose to refuse.

Yes, the High Elves of Surama did not join in the war between Queen Azhara and the rebellious Night Elves, they chose to stay alone, and before the final explosion of the Well of Eternity, the city, like Emperor Shao Hao, saved itself in its own way.

They used an artifact called the Eye of Almansur to prop up a huge purple ** magic barrier outside the city, protecting the entire glorious Sulama who survived the catastrophe where the heavens and the earth collapsed, but there was a little accident when things went on here.

The shield was raised and never lowered, and the archmage who ruled the city, Elisandr, thought it would better protect her and the people of the city, but... She ignored something, or rather, she didn't care.

This demon, who was born with the elves in her body, has completely crushed her people, even herself, in the past 10,000 years.

"Oh, the sun is above, look here, how gorgeous, how spectacular!"

Archmage Romans sits in a night elf boat with purple magic lights on its bow and navigates the city's spectacular and beautiful waterways as if he were in a city on water.

Khadgar didn't respond, but from his eyes that kept looking at the surrounding buildings, he also saw a hint of surprise, it was hard for humans to imagine how magnificent those incredible buildings built by these elves when they were at their peak ten thousand years ago, even the destroyed Silvermoon City could only be seen in front of the well-preserved Sulama.

Sitting at the end of the boat, silently trimming the feathered arrows in his hand with a dagger, this indifferent one-eyed elf is not interested in everything around him, he is addicted to his own world, focused and dangerous.

He is responsible for protecting the archmage Romans, and in front of the upper elves of the real magic masters, the Sindore elves who are proud of their magic are actually nothing, they are now vulnerable.

Sulama inherited all the characteristics of the buildings of the upper elves, tall, majestic, mighty, and unusually elegant, the white towers of cones and columns stood in this dark purple city, the quiet streets were few pedestrians, and they were full of gorgeous lamps, and almost every block had well-arranged gardens and interlaced trees, which looked very elegant.

It's just that when everyone looks up, they can see the heavy purple magic shield that covers the sky, protecting the city and making the concentration of magic inside almost unbearable.

Khadgar even felt that he could ignite a fire under this concentration of magic by throwing a little spark in his hand, and he didn't know how these strange-looking upper elves had spent the past ten thousand years.

Presumably seeing Khadgar constantly observing the upper elves walking the streets, Roman explained in a low voice,

"See their emaciated faces and hemp rod-like limbs? It's a symptom of being eroded by a lot of magic, and their blue-purple skin, these upper elves are crazy, they have lived in this high concentration of magic for 10,000 years, maybe in another 10,000 years, they will become complete magical creatures, this is terrible..."

Khadgar glanced at Romans, and he asked in a low voice,

"When the Sunwell was still around, weren't you..."

"It's not the same. ”

As the ship came to shore, Old Master Sindore straightened his robes, stood up from the ship, and said to Khadgar,

"Even when the sunwell is fully open, the concentration of Quel'Thalas's mana has not reached a third of here, and it is not a good thing to have too much of everything, and the same is true of mana. ”

As he spoke, the old mage used an adjective, "Their addiction has gone deep into their bones... To be honest, I'm getting less and less optimistic about the prospects for this negotiation. ”

Khadgar wordlessly glanced back behind him, on the corner of the street by the river, a shivering child of the night civilian was curled up there, his eyes closed, clutching his arms with his hands in pain, it seemed to be cold, Romans said that it was the scene of an attack of demonic addiction, the man was almost unable to hold on, but along the way, Khadgar saw this scene at least more than 10 times.

On the way to meet the Archmage Elisandr, Khadgar kept thinking about what was going on with the city, how it had come to this point.

The Hall of Order, which seemed to Khadgar to be a ironic name, the city was no longer orderly, but it had nothing to do with him, so he chose to remain silent, and with his Guardian's Staff, he followed Archmage Romans into the high-sounding hall.

Here, a magic swordsman in strange armor and holding a magic sword stood guard in the hallway, and at the end of the corridor was a tall, but equally thin child of the Night Elf, judging by his decoration, this seemed to be a leader, with a swagger, and there was hardly a trace of respect in those eyes, as if he was not facing the same intelligent beings as him.

"Stop!

The leader of the Demon Swordsmen stretched out his hand and stopped the crowd from advancing, he glanced at them and said in a deep voice,

"Mistress Elisandra is too busy with business to see you, but she sees your request and responds. ”

He took a scroll from his bosom and threw it to Khadgar, saying, without looking back,

"The tomb of Sargeras is just south of Sulama in the sea, there is nothing but demons on that island, this is the map you need, be careful, outsider, you weak fellow, you probably won't survive even a day on that island!"

Khadgar put away the map, not because of the arrogance of the magic swordsman, and then he saw the magic swordsman cross his waist and look at Romans, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, he saw a trace of the magic swordsman's eyes... Taunt.

"As for you, tsk, lower elves, Lord Elisandr has no interest in your proposal, Akando can't save Surama, and we don't need to save it, there is a well of the night, and Surama is impregnable, so go back to your backwoods with your "goodwill"... Oh, by the way, maybe you can take a stroll around Sulamar, Shadore is generous, even in the face of lowly elves like you. ”

"You...!"

Khadgar couldn't help but take a step forward, the tone of the demon swordsman was too bad, but it was blocked by the outstretched hand of Roglio, and the archmage Roman took a deep breath, clenched his fists to suppress his anger, and then threw down a sentence and strode away.

"May you not regret it, Chadore, the addiction is destroying your bodies and your will, this is your last chance. ”

Only the weak dare not accept the gift of magic. ”

The magic swordsman said loudly to the departing Romans, "Hide in your Akando and shiver, remember me, my name is Rul, chief swordsman of Sulamah, stretch out your gloves, and we can compare to see whose will will be broken?"

The demon swordsmen along the way, like their leader, looked at the group with mocking eyes, until after walking out of the Hall of Order, Khadgar scolded angrily,

"It's an incomprehensible savage creature! Don't they think they see any of this chaos?"

Unlike Khadgar's anger, Romans' reaction was flat, even a little overdone, "Ignore them, the real upper elves are like that, arrogant and arrogant, especially the rulers among them. ”

The old mage sighed,

"But that's okay, we have fulfilled our obligations, and Akando's salvation will be left to those who are still saved, they are hopeless!"

Rogerio Chaser did not participate in this conversation, instead, his left hand flipped and a warbow flowing with orange and blue starlight appeared in his hand, pointing diagonally at the shadows behind the three men, and the moment he pulled the bowstring, an arrow composed entirely of light rested on the ornate over-the-top warbow.

"Who's there!"

The star's one-eyed eye was full of slaughter, and two seconds later, a hoarse voice appeared from the shadows,

"I saw the letter you handed over to Alisander, just to make sure you really got Akando, the miracle tree that cures addiction?"

Romans turned his head and looked at the female child of the night who came out of the shadows with a white hood, and raised his very beautiful white eyebrows,

"Who are you, Elisander's servant?"

The child of the night looked up, still with the same emaciated and somewhat terrifying face, she didn't smile, and said very plainly,

"I'm not just Elisandr in this city, I'm me, someone who wants to try a different way of life, would I be interested in going to the Tavern of the End of the World? Some interest. ”