Erudito Kildas.

Erudito Dreros.

Erudito McCus.

Erudito Yavo.

The most glorious moments of Eresaras were attached to the Royal Library of Sindra, where nineteen polymaths were located.

Today, however, only four remain.

With the addition of Prince Tosedrin, there are only five high-class elves left who have witnessed the glory of the Cadore Empire and continued to be orthodox.

Now one of them is still begging Carlos to kill his prince.

This kind of desolation and sadness of the unsustainable edifice of the imperial twilight is embarrassing.

Kildas tells Carlos the truth about what he was hiding.

For 10,000 years, Tosedlin had not been unafraid of sucking the demonic powers, and he had always maintained a high level of vigilance.

However, as the famine spreads, the addiction of the upper elves becomes more and more difficult to contain, and Prince Tosedlin begins to shift from passively hunting demons to actively summoning demons.

It is commonly known as fishing law enforcement.

But where in this world is there a sweetness that can be tasted without paying a price.

As the scale of the summoning ritual continues to escalate, Eresaras has caught the attention of the Void Demon.

Dreadlords, who are everywhere, have infiltrated the social fabric of Eresaras.

They lured Prince Tosedlin into the abyss of power, choosing to anesthetize himself with magic in the face of a desperate reality.

This is a point of no return, and there is no salvation for the prince.

"Prince Tosedlin himself did not even realize that he had developed a split personality, and often chanted the language of the devil in a low voice."

When Carlos heard this, he instantly thought of a person———— Medivan.

"If you can help the prince get free, and if I can convince the other polymaths to support my decision, Erezaras will have whatever you choose, as long as you and your army take it with you."

Kirdas opened his arms and made promises that were almost as generous as a loser.

But Carlos could hear that he was not joking, the foundation of the Cadore Empire was too strong, even Erezaras, who had decayed for tens of thousands of years and continued to decay, was not something that Carlos and the thousand people under him could evacuate.

Kildas has the strength to deliver on his promises.

The only problem is that Carlos doesn'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 Tosedlin is very strong......"

"Huh?"

"The demons have not completely eroded the mind of His Highness the Prince, so they provide a large amount of Chaos magic for His Highness to suck. At this time, the prince is gradually regaining his strength, and there is nothing we can do. ”

There was a deep exhaustion in Kildas's expression.

Then Carlos wanted to scold his mother.

That's the Night Elf Prince!!

Why did Carlos dare to bring only a thousand people to pinch the soft persimmon of the hammer of doom?

Because Carlos's job is hard enough.

For 10,000 years, many of the Grand Arcanists of Eresaras have fallen into an eternal slumber, still awake and weakened by the loss of connection to the Well of Eternity, and even if they rely on demonic magic to alleviate the onset of demonic addiction, they cannot hide their weak nature.

How weak is it?

At that time, Prince Tosedlin was a big man of the same level as Prince Farodis, and he was second only to Queen Azhara, although Savis was the number one minister of Queen Azhara and one of the most powerful figures in the Kadore Empire, he still had to bow to the elven prince. As for the existing Night Elf powerhouses in the world, whether it is Malfurion, Tyrande, Mavi, or even expanding the scope to include Anastarian, the Sun King of Silvermoon City, Talisa, the chief arcanist of Sulama, and the archmage Elisandr, they can only be in awe of the elven prince with a posture of looking up.

You must know that Prince Pharodis, who was cursed to become an immortal ghost because of his disobedience to Azhara, still has the strength to kill the giants of the deep sea with a large fireball.

You must know that the Nazaras Academy in Asuna is only an arcane mathematician open to all upper elves, but Sindra is an organization of arcanists that can only be joined by the elite approved by the queen.

If you have to measure Prince Tosedrin, it can be roughly estimated that the big guy who used to be level one hundred and thirty is now kicking back to the level of level forty-four.

So Carlos dared to jump on Tocedrin's head and openly dig into the wall.

But now Kildas is telling Carlos that Prince Tosedrin's strength is recovering.

Carlos' denial trifecta almost blurted out.

"To what extent has your prince recovered?"

Carlos asked in the spirit of seeking wealth and danger, and he was a little unwilling.

"It's about 3,000 years old."

"What was the level of strength three thousand years ago?"

"It's about half the size of 5,000 years ago."

"How does it compare to the prince of the year?"

"Prince Tosedlin was too powerful back then, and I didn't dare to figure out his depths."

"Can I beat you?"

"Ahh

Carlos punched straight on.

Relying on the old and selling the old, the old is not dead, and it is not appropriate to be beaten.

"You are really a powerful warrior, this speed, this strength, there is something to be done!"

Kildas covered his right eye socket and said excitedly.

Not only Carlos was stunned, but Dandelmar found it incredible.

Are the upper elves all shaking M?

However, in the middle of the negotiation, Carlos suddenly sensed that something was not right.

He motioned for Kildas to wait, then pretended to consult with Dandemar, scanning the surroundings with a masking motion.

"I felt like something was peeping. It should be on my left-hand side. ”

Dandemar was worthy of an old habit, and suddenly raised his voice.

"But ......"

Carlos is so experienced on the spot, and he answered decisively.

"If you don't understand sincerity, go immediately!"

Danderma departed with resentment in the incomprehensible eyes of Kildas and Morninglight.

"It doesn't matter, let's keep talking, where did you just go?"

"Forehead ......"

Kildas may have been beaten out with a slight concussion, and his speed of thought could not keep up, and he was completely sorry for his title of polymath.

"Talked about the strength of His Royal Highness Prince Tosedrin."

Chenguang picked up the conversation.

"Well, about the strength of the prince ......"

At the same time as Carlos is sincerely pulling the calf, Dandelmar uses the Night Elves' innate talent to search the area of Carlos' suspicion in the stealth state.

Then, really got him out of the eavesdropper.

Sartre......

Danderma has no mercy for Sartre, and the Night Elves who follow Savis to join the legion are not worthy of mercy, let alone their compatriots.

If Dandemar still has the mercy of the same kind for the upper elves, for these demons transformed from the night elves, Dandemar can't wait to see one kill the other.

"Keep your hands! I'm going to ask. ”

Carlos called out to Dandema, who had made the first move, and asked him to spare the mentally retarded Sartre's life.

As a result, Sartre, who had eavesdropped on Carlos's conversation, uttered the most vicious curse in Salas in a voice that had been transposed.

Carlos felt a noticeable fluctuation in the holy light in his body, as if he had cleansed and purified something.

"Say, who sent you?"

Carlos, to be honest, was a little afraid that Savis would come and make trouble.

"It's the great Sargeras, let me go if I know him, or ......"

Carlos motioned for Dandelmar to make a move, and directly twisted its neck.

"There are more and more degenerates in Heresalas, hey!"

Kildas couldn't help but sigh.

"Your Majesty, please save your future people, who have fallen into the devil's path because they can't bear the pain."

Chenguang lowered his head and pleaded.

My kingdom will not issue a citizenship certificate to Sartre.

Carlos is in king mode again, sitting on the ground.

"If you want me to save your city, yes, open the gate, and I'll lead the troops in."

"It's not ......"

Kildas didn't hesitate to refuse.

"Yes."

One of the crystal pendants on Kildas's body suddenly sounded.

"Dreros, you !!"

"I think so, too."

"Yavo, even you ......"

Carlos looked at Morning Light with a puzzled look, but Morning Light looked horrified.

"We can't afford to wait, Kyldas, Prince Tosedrin, will sacrifice 10,000 men tonight."

Said yes Dreros added.

"Downtown, an entire block of civilians has disappeared, even the Elonbach protectors are showing signs of mental disorder, and the demons have infiltrated us even deeper."

Said that it was okay Yavo continued to add.

Carlos suddenly felt that Kildas was very unreliable, could this be a pit.