Erezaras was built during the most glorious era of the Cadore Empire.

It took shape at about the same time as the capital city of Azhara in Kadore.

The style of the city is similar to that of other cities in Cadore, with an atmosphere and elegance, and a variety of infrastructures are very well developed.

However, after 10,000 years, the number of inhabitants living in it is very small.

Except for Sindra, who had come here on the Queen's orders to sort out various magical texts, only a few of the upper elves who had been near Firas when the sky collapsed escaped.

So much so that the huge elven city has very few inhabitants, only about a thousand Sindra mages, and about hundreds of former nobles and current commoners.

There are only about 2,000 or so urban residents living in large cities with at least two or three hundred thousand settlements.

Most of Sindra lived in the core of the city, and the periphery had largely been abandoned and looked overgrown.

That's why in the future, ogres and other forces will be so easy to settle in the city.

Because there was no resistance at all, the sparsely populated Sindra could not even live in the core of the city, and the large area on the periphery was really unnecessary.

Prince Tonateu and Prince Tosedrin's fall over the city, attracting the curious gaze of a few Sindras.

Compared to ordinary Cadore, the Sindras are basically more than ninety percent similar in appearance and appearance.

At most, the color of the skin is a little lighter, more white.

Torsedrin took him directly to the core of Imotar, where Tonatiu met the real living demon for the first time in Azeroth.

A huge two-headed hellhound, in sheer size, it doesn't even lose to Naboa or Chromie's dragon form.

He also looks very vicious, which is very much in line with the name of the devil - he looks sick and has no spirit at all.

Tonatiu understands this, it has been drawn blood for almost 10,000 years, and if it still has the spirit of Sindra, there will be no energy crisis.

When Tosedlin took Tonatiu to visit it, the giant demon lord was not standing as in the game, but was lying on the ground with a weak stomach.

The ground was carved with a magic circle that Tonatiu couldn't understand, and a steady stream of magic gathered on the circle and flowed outside.

As the Elven Prince and the Troll King approached, the High Demon Lord raised his eyelids, glanced at them weakly, and then closed his eyes and ignored them.

This battery is estimated to have also been pumped and began to despair, it should not be able to commit suicide, if it could, it would have committed suicide a long time ago.

Truth be told, Tornathiu doesn't see why. He's not a mage, he's not a powerful arcanist, and he doesn't study formations or demonic energy at all.

He looked at the demon lord with the ability of the system:

[Imotar: King of the Demon Two-Headed Dog, Twenty-first Void Demon, Weakened State]

The grade is very high, and then the eggs are not eggs.

"Is there anything you can do?" Tosedlin looked at the visiting Tonatyiu, and for the first time used an honorific, an inquiring tone with hope.

"Yes." Tonatiu said dryly. "Kill it and get a new and stronger demon!"

Torsedrin's glowing lamp eye rolled his eyes rarely, letting the Troll King know that he still had the whites of his eyes in them.

The Demon Lord, imprisoned in the Great Enchantment, seemed to understand the Troll of Tonatyus, and its eyes opened when it heard that it was going to kill it.

As if in its eyes, Tonatiu saw: "Kill me!" Kill me!! ”

Even if it is a demon, who has been imprisoned for 10,000 years, and who has not been able to resist during this time, has been drawn blood for 10,000 years - for demons, energy is their blood.

Life is better than death, which is probably its current state of mind.

What a pathetic demon.

"It's very difficult." Torsedlin couldn't help but say. "I tried to communicate in the void, and I found that demons weaker than Imotar may also be easy to control, but the energy and level are insufficient. The demon who is more powerful than it is trying to control the captivity is many times more difficult than Imotar. ”

"I have a suggestion......," said Tonatiu suddenly. You go to my city and take a look, maybe go there, you can find the answer you want. ”

Prince Tosedlin opened his mouth silently.

But I didn't believe in my heart that the questions that had plagued Sindra for thousands of years could be answered in the city of trolls.

But Tosedrin, who was desperately trying to change, was still moved by the Troll King's invitation.

He thought, instead of being trapped in Erezaras and meditating, there was nothing to gain. Get out for a walk and maybe find a solution outside.

There's not necessarily a solution to the troll city, but it's a great place to start your journey around the world in search of hope.

"Okay. I accept your invitation. ”

Prince Tosedlin whispered.

Tonatiu smiled.

A good start.

After deciding on this, the Troll King and the Elven Prince left the core of the circle where Imortar was imprisoned together.

They walked in Eresaras.

"I need to explain something." "It could take a day," said Prince Tosedrin. ”

"Please."

"Hmm...... Spend a day in Eresaras. I'll find you a guide and you can take a look around my city. Tosedlin thought for a moment and said.

It just so happened that a purple-haired male Cadore was passing by, and it seemed that it was just a coincidence, that is, he looked at Tonatiu with some curiosity in his eyes.

"Ledros." Tocedlin shouted to the purple-haired Cadore. "Can I ask me a favor?"

Tonatiu found his attitude towards the elves friendly and seemed to be a gentleman.

"Of course. Prince Tosedrin, I am at your service. The purple-haired Cadore came over and said.

"I'd like to ask you to be this troll friend's tour guide for a day. Take him for a walk around Eresaras and don't go to those chaotic places. Tosedlin said.

"No problem." The purple-haired elf named Ledros said.

In the above dialogue, they use the language of Kadore, or the language of the ancient Kadore.

Tonatiu could only understand a little, such as the purple-haired elf's name was Ledros, and the word guide.

Then, Tosedlin looked back at Tonatyiu, "I'm going to take care of something. Lederos will be your guide, and tomorrow morning, we'll leave right away! ”

"Okay."

"Unaccompanied." After returning to his own city, Tosedrin, whose demeanor had risen a lot, flashed a burst of blue light on his body, and disappeared in place.

The purple-haired elf leaned over and said, "Ijla, wkgaq, skhaj!" ”

"Forehead......" Tonatiu was stunned and smiled apologetically: "Can you speak the troll language, I don't understand the ancient Kadore language." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry." The purple-haired elf Ledros said in a somewhat stiff troll voice, the tone of which was the standard forest troll.

Apparently his troll teacher was a forest troll, or the troll language he was learning was a forest troll.

Although they are also troll languages, they can be understood by each other. But forest trolls like to speak with a curly tongue, jungle trolls like to speak with a curled tongue, and desert trolls are somewhere in between.

The Zandalar trolls, on the other hand, like to speak in an aria-like tone, sounding like French in the language of trolls. When he speaks quickly, his mouth seems to be singing......

As for the frost trolls, their words are hard - they don't sound aesthetically pleasing at all, and the trolls of the South despise them together.

Similarly, the frost trolls felt that the southern trolls were too soft to be bored.

There is such a thing as regional black, not only on Earth, but also in the human kingdom of Azeroth.

Trolls, a universal race of pan-Azeroth, also have various regional blacks or various chains of contempt within the race.

This aspect should be carefully described, and even several academic books can be written!

Speaking in the troll language of a very ordinary forest troll, the purple-haired Ledros introduced himself to Tonatiu:

"My name is pronounced in the troll language, my name is Ledros. I am Master Sindra of Eresarasri, and I am a polymath. ”

"Hello." The Troll language of Tonatiu is the standard desert troll tone, which is short, flat, and direct.

After all, talking also costs calories, and desert trolls live so hard in the desert that every bit of calorie counts.

This causes the desert trolls to speak quickly and urgently.

"I'm Tonatiu." The Troll King said with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Would you like to visit Eresaras right now? Our city has not been visited by any other race for nearly 5,000 years. The last time I was a strange race here, it was a minotaur who got lost and strayed into it. Ledros said kindly.

Perhaps it was because they had been holding back in Eresaras for too long, causing these Sindra mages to be a little arrogant, but full of curiosity about what was out there.

Under the pressure of curiosity and Thorcedelin's orders, he is friendly to a troll like Tonatiu.

It may also be the nature of this elf, which is itself more friendly.

"Let's take a look." Tonatiu is in the game, and I don't know how many times Eresaras came.

Of course, at that time, Erezaras, whose name was the Hammer of Doom, was a group of dungeons.

"Okay. I'll take you right away. Ledros said softly. But before I do that, I'll have some personal matters to attend to. I like to collect antiques, and a friend of mine found an antique blade in what could be a ruin for you. He told me to come over and I wanted to go and get it back. ”

"Please." Tonatiu said, thinking for a moment and adding, "Can I go with you?" The blade of the ancient era of Kadore, I was curious to see what it looked like. ”

Erudito Ledros hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Yes."

Under the curious eyes of some of the Sindras, Tonatiu followed him around the still-intact core of Eresaras.

With a laid-back mindset, Tonatiu visits the elven cities left over from antiquity.

Wait until he sees the antique Kadore sword that is about to start to rust.

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