While the Grand Arcanists were privately connecting with each other, Torcedrin walked alone in the dilapidated corridors of the civilian quarters of Eresaras. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it was about to come to the end of his plan, Tosedlin had an inexplicable hesitation in his heart.

Looking at the dilapidated marble streets, Torcedrin held out his finger towards the wall.

The thick dust of his fingertips spoke of thousands of years, and the broken statue beneath the dust reminded the prince of the endless glory of Erezalas.

When he was a child, Torcedrin used to ride on the shoulders of his father, Tornes, and listen to him explain to him all the magic principles of the streets.

"This self-cleaning broom is the best application of activation, in fact, someone suggested using an arcane minion at the beginning, but that would be too expensive, far less convenient than activation."

"Have you learned the art of light? Don't think this little trick is simple, you must know that for the light magic in these street lamps, it took thousands of experiments for the Erudito masters to stabilize, and the arcane art has never been simple. ”

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However, these Olympiad creations have long since ceased to be used in order to save the Arcane energy, and it is a pity that these squeezed out energy have not been able to prolong this glory for long.

The streets are deserted, and no one wants to go out in this turbulent time.

Walking past the houses, Tosedrin's gaze swept over the silent houses, and it was clear that the people inside were no longer there—perhaps they had died at the hands of ogres while they were out, perhaps Sartre, perhaps themselves......

Thinking of what he had done, Tosedrin's head began to hurt again, he didn't know if it was the influence of demons, after all, every arcane energy was so precious at this moment, he hadn't used arcane wisdom to calm himself down for a long time, and now the result of trying to calm down was that his head would hurt even more.

Although the plan has been decided, Tosedrin's heart still has a bit of luck, if there is really another way, maybe Eresaras can still hold on.

Anything else, whether it's an item, a potion, or an artifact......

The records of the Great Library were on the verge of being torn apart by Torcedrin and the Erudito, and from the Staff of the Guardian to the wild magic of the Black Dragon from within, Torcedrin still couldn't see a future for Hereszaras.

The desperate prince swears that he is really willing to give everything, but all the recorded items will not help him.

It's not that he doesn't want the Night Elves to help him, but Sindra's belief in the Druid teachings is no longer possible, and after absorbing demonic energy for a long time, Sindra is already doomed to heresy—thinking about what his father said about Illidan, Torsedlin can only despair even more.

He expected to sacrifice himself for the help of the Night Elves, but the bastards of Eresaras refused because they were unwilling to give up their privileges!

Father, have you ever wondered what to do? We can't use the treasure you desperately got from Queen Azhara! For 10,000 years, we have been searching for the key to unlock the treasure, but even the master Erudito has finally begun to use the method of permutating rune enumeration!

No one could answer the prince's full questions.

Before he knew it, Torsedlin walked to the door of a house with the lights still on.

Rarely, there was still someone there, and Tocedlin stepped forward and knocked on the door.

It was none other than Lia Kim who opened the door.

The old lady was not too surprised to see the prince's appearance, but quickly turned sideways and welcomed Tosedlin in.

"It's rare that His Royal Highness the Prince will come to a dilapidated place like ours, come in and sit down, I still have a little mana here to entertain you."

Without waiting for Tosedrin's refusal, Liaquin directly took out a bottle and handed it to Tosedrin. Gritting her teeth, the old lady poured herself a glass.

The two men sat opposite each other, holding their cups without saying a word.

After a long time, Liyakin took the initiative to break the silence: "His Royal Highness the Prince has really worked hard, the recent Eresaras has been so unpeaceful, even my little granddaughter was killed in the last Sartre attack......"

Tosedlin clenched the cup in his hand, his knuckles trembling slightly from the exertion.

Leah Kim's cloudy gaze didn't notice this, and she continued to herself, "...... Life for us civilians is getting harder and harder, and I used to be able to make some extra money with mana potions, but now I can only use mana potions to hang my old life. ”

Hearing this, Tosedlin raised his head and looked at the old woman in front of him carefully, and thought for a long time before he realized that this was a potion master mentioned by his father!

Realizing this, the prince raised his glass and took a few sips of mana.

"Don't be in a hurry, drink slowly - who would have thought that the gadget I invented on a whim would be the guarantee of my current survival......"

"Master Liakin, is there any potion that can help Syndra get rid of her addiction—or relieve it temporarily?"

"It's rare that the prince can still remember my name...... If so, will we still do so? The mana potion can last for a while, but the cost is too high, and the effect is getting worse and worse. ”

"And all the formulas I have mastered have been registered, and the prince should know about it."

Time passed slowly in Liakin's nagging minute by minute, and Torcedrin gradually drank the mana in the cup.

Seeing this, Leah Kim got up and poured wine.

"Has His Royal Highness really decided to perform the sacrifice ceremony? So what about Eresalas' tomorrow? ”

"Tomorrow......" Torsedlin took the second glass of magic wine, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Let's survive today, Erresaras's tomorrow, who knows." ”

"You haven't answered me yet."

Countless thoughts flashed through Tosedrin's mind, the helpless polymath, the two-faced Council of Eresaras, the archarcanist who was secretly linked, the ogre, the satyr in the shadows, and the demons that were becoming more and more difficult to bind......

"It's decided." Torsedlin quickly drained the second glass of mana, "I'll go straight to the sacrifice ceremony tomorrow!" ”

As he spoke, Tosedlin wanted to get up and leave, but found that his body was numb, and the arcane energy in his body was also sealed!

"Lia Kim, what are you doing? Why are you poisoning?! ”

"Poison?" The old lady still looked weak, "I didn't poison you, I just stopped you from destroying the city." ”

As she spoke, Liakin gestured to the glass from which Torcedrin had finished drinking.

I don't know when the little mana wine left turned a miserable green, and a familiar and unfamiliar energy began to diffuse—evil energy!