The gladiator competition of the hammer of doom is still in full swing, today is the last day of the end of the preliminaries, according to common sense, today's confrontation is also the most fierce and exciting, early in the morning, the entire camp area is empty, everyone ran to watch the gladiatorial fight. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But this wonderful gladiatorial match had nothing to do with Dick and his party, and they now had more important things to do.

Drareth walked silently at the front of the group, he looked as if he had suffered a serious blow, his whole straight body was slumped, in fact, in the ruins of the black mist, he personally learned about the ancient soul that was sealed in the body of the dreaddemon, and that soul told him all the secrets before it dissipated.

To his horror, he discovered that the suffering of the Sindra elves over thousands of years was really a joke, just as Dick had said!

They were toyed with by a demon, the succubus leader named Cynthia, and the moment the seal was released, this powerful succubus tore through the space and fled, even Kael'thas and Dick couldn't keep her, although it is not known whether the Sindra elf's plan to abandon the eastward crossing has anything to do with this succubus, but one thing is certain.

The demons never gave up on their peeps at Syndra, and they succeeded at least once, and that time completely cut off the last hope of the Sindra elves.

However, there was a hint of excitement on Dlares' slightly confused face!

Yes, he followed Kael'thas to Quel'Thalas, where he saw Akando, the tree of miracles that was only recorded on the best-preserved scrolls of Erezaras, and felt the magic that was gentle and did not burden his body in any way.

At this point, he truly believed in Kael'thas and Dick.

Especially after an open and honest conversation, he understood Kael'thas's concerns, after all, Akando's information was top secret during the time of Aishara, and only the secret keepers of Eresaras knew how to properly cultivate this miracle tree.

This is why Dlaris secretly infiltrated Eresaras with Dick and Kael'thas and his party.

He found the light of salvation he had been looking for, the only way out that the people could see, and although the Santis Feather Moon had told him that the Night Elves' moon well could satisfy their thirst for magic, Darys believed in Quel'Thalas, as promised 7,000 years ago.

"This way, don't touch the statue of the ancient archer!"

Holding a delicate stone crescent moon key in his hand, Drarys pointed to the rows of Night Elf archery sculptures of different shapes from antiquity around him, and said to the people behind him, "That statue has been modified by Erudito, and it will attack if you touch it at will, and it is with these sculptures that we have relied on to repel the savage ogres who want to invade the inner city." ”

Dick nodded clearly, he looked back, there was only an abandoned palace barrier, and then beyond was the territory of the Goddock Ogre Kingdom, the paladin looked at the Sindra elf who was busy using the crescent key to find the hidden moon door on the wall, he asked curiously,

"Are you going to let those ogres take over your former city, and no matter how downcast Sindra is, won't you be able to deal with even a bunch of ogres?"

Drarys didn't stop, and he replied casually,

"Why expel them? Those ogres have taken over the outlying cities, just enough to separate us from the outside world, and the Erudito even deliberately left some simple and easy-to-understand books in the ruins when they evacuated, guiding those ogres to develop faster, the stronger they are, the safer we are. ”

Das scratched his head, and Dmitil was also a little confused, and he asked,

"Then aren't you afraid that those ogres will attack you when they become strong?"

"Don't be afraid! they won't find here!"

Dlaris finished a series of complicated positioning work, biting his thumb, dripping blood on the crescent key, and gently placing it in the hollow of the wall, accompanied by the faint starlight, a circle of arched silver runes appeared on the wall, it was a gorgeous, mysterious light, the eyes of Kael'thas and Gianna were full of brilliance, completely novel arrangement and combination, this was a strange rune magic that even they had never seen.

"Actually, what you said before is wrong!"

Standing in the starlight, Drarys glanced back at Dick, who was also a little surprised, "This door can only be opened by the orthodox descendants of Sindra, so even if you find the lost crescent key, you won't be able to open it." ”

After the starlight and runic light dissipated, a mahogany gate that allowed three people to enter and exit together appeared in front of everyone, and the golden lines on the gate were engraved with the words of the Sindra elves during the time of Azhara.

"Power exists only in knowledge, and knowledge is priceless"

This sentence is perfectly in line with the tradition of the Sindra elves, in the game, Sindra is a hidden force that few people know about, after helping them kill the crazy prince, the prestige of those polymath will be unlocked, compared to other forces need all kinds of strategic materials and even gold, these bookish guys need only books!

Books of all kinds! Whoever can bring them secret books from all over the world will be rewarded by them.

The reward is still a book!

But the real old ashes know the preciousness of these books, and these ancient books contain the advanced skills of each class, so for real players, at a certain time, Syndra's reputation is very valuable, although most people don't know that in the depths of this quest of Doom, there is a special force.

Dick shook his head, shook the worthless memories out of his mind, and followed Dlaris through the door.

He thought he'd seen too many tragedies, but when he actually stepped inside of Eresaras, the disgusting demonic aura, and the Sindra elves that were like walking corpses, made Dick froze in place, as did the others.

"Oh my God... Over here... It's a living hell. ”

Verinde watched in amazement, and she couldn't help muttering to herself, while Drareth took off her helmet and looked at her fellow man with a look of despair and sadness.

Judging by the furnishings of the hall that entered the gate, it should have been a splendid palace, but now, all that was left was a filthy wreckage, and the elves as thin as skeletons as dlaris wandered aimlessly through the hall, and many more fell in the corners, with little evidence of their lives except for the heaving of their chests, and the bodies that had died in despair smelled of disgust, but no one had cleaned them up.

Their faces were full of numbness, even if they tripped over something under their feet, they would still struggle to get up and continue to wander aimlessly, the magic mixed with evil energy completely destroyed the will of these elves, their appearance was no different from that of Drarith, but this warrior still had a soul of his own, and they... Their souls have long since dissipated, and beneath that empty shell lies cowardice and despair.

Farther away, there were also some sane Sindra elves gathered around the two blue crystal towers on the withered grass on that side, greedily absorbing the evil magic emitted by the crystal towers, and there was no trace of sanity on their faces, they really looked like beasts competing for food.

Even the rugged dragon man and the indifferent green dragon couldn't bear to look at this scene of living purgatory on earth, they turned their heads, but everywhere they looked, they were all a vivid embodiment of despair.

"If there were no sunwells and Akando... We're going to be like that, too. ”

Kael'thas took a deep breath, the Sun King had thought of the most desperate moments, but when he actually entered the interior of Erezaras, he realized that his imagination was still too poor, and when the Well of Eternity was blown up, the upper elves, who had become accustomed to the flow of magic all over their bodies, were frightened by the tragic situation after losing the source of their true magical power.

He sincerely felt sober, and he was even more grateful to the far-sighted King Darth Rema, if he didn't have the courage to break with Kadore, and the determination to take his people to the unknown continent, I'm afraid that the current Sindore elves would not be much better than these Sindra elves.

"Follow me, friend, these elves... They had been banished by Torsedrin, and despite the best efforts of the Erudito, the hunger for magic had broken their will, and they were hopeless. ”

Drarys looked at his fellow man with an almost grim attitude, gritted his teeth, picked up the broken blade in his hand, and strode into the white stone palace in the distance.

Dick sighed and followed Drarys over, the always bold dragonman had become much silent after entering this place, although he hated to admit it, this place did make him feel terrifying, a horror that twisted, silent and desperate mixed together, as a warrior, he hated this feeling.

The palace in front of it can be called a city, it is a layered, three-story giant city, it can be seen that this is where ordinary Sindra elves live, and the more mysterious Erudito, who live in the lowest hall of secrets, they guard ancient knowledge and maintain the normal operation of the 7 magic towers.

It can be said that the true Sindra lineage, the most essential part of this power that has suffered for thousands of years, is located in the underground Hall of Mysteries. However, it is a miracle that Sindra's will is on the verge of collapse, but their social organization has not been destroyed.

"It's the last gathering place for the Sindra elves who can barely hold on, and the Sindra spirits who have given up their bodies. ”

De La Ris stood at the entrance of the palace, pointed to the figures on the second floor of the palace who could still see the activity, and said, "They are living hard under the leadership of the mayor of Caredith, who is an ancient spirit, but they are only alive, that is not where we are going, come with me, we will go directly to the Hall of Mysteries!"

The Syndra warrior retracted his gaze, he strode down the steps, on the tall city wall, you can still vaguely see the glory of Sindra, the ancient warrior sculptures are lined up in front of the door, but they are already covered with moss, a huge ancient war tree stands in front of the door leading to the mysterious hall, and even this natural essence form is distorted by magic energy.

An undeserved aura of violence and anger emanated from the Ancient War Tree, but after Dlaris showed the bloodstained Crescent Key, the already erected branches of the Ancient War Tree slowly lowered with an unpleasant creaking sound and made way to the Hall of Mysteries.

"Knight Dick, His Majesty Kael'thas and Tocedrin, and his servants are at the end of the Hall of Mysteries... I'll take you first to meet the Erudito. ”

Drareth pushed the door open, and there was a special color in his eyes as he looked at Dick and Kael'thas,

"Eruditoes do not belong to the rule of Tosedrin, they are highly regarded among the common people, and if we can convince them, we will only have to face Tosedrins and his evil servants, but Imotar, the demon's magic is so deep in our marrow that we cannot deal with it. ”

"So... Please help us!"