The day after Alex and Evia left Eresaras, something big happened. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to the Herresaras Guard, the 100 elves who lined up to absorb the Ao Neng that night were attacked by Sartre and all died. And the captain of the guard on duty was killed on the spot by Prince Tosedlin in a fit of anger because of his dereliction of duty.

At the same time, the remains of last month's missing person have been recovered, and preliminary investigations suggest that Sartre was also responsible. All the dead were sucked dry in both attacks, suggesting that the Sartyrs might have prepared some special ritual.

After calming down, the prince examined himself and gave a speech, expressing his hope that the people of the city would unite as one in the face of Eresaras' crisis. The Erudito's plan to find a new source of arcane energy was already in the works, and during this difficult phase, Eresalas had to temporarily reduce the supply of arcane energy for the sake of experimentation......

This explosive news sent the whole of Eresaras into a panic.

Liakin, in particular, fainted on the spot after getting the news, and when she woke up, she just muttered her granddaughter's name.

Although the Sindras had been living in Eresaras for a long, long time, they had clearly not lived enough, and in the midst of popular protests, the Eresaras Escort stepped up their patrols to give the Sindras as much security as possible.

Prince Tosedrin, on the other hand, patrolled the city of Eresaras all night in spite of his clothes, hoping to encourage everyone to persevere—but unfortunately the people were accustomed to an unlimited supply of Olympic energy, and when faced with Tosedrin, they were more of a cold eye. Accustomed to having it for free, no one would be willing to pay for it, these Sindra were accustomed to the giving of Tosedrin, and when the prince was no longer able to satisfy his people, he faced only endless indifference.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Tosedlin was in a state of unprecedented confusion.

"Am I really going to have to bow my head to those untouchables?"

Desperate, Torsedrin, once again convened the Council of Eresaras, and then offered to seek the help of the Night Elves.

To the prince's surprise, this time, the council representatives expressed their unwillingness to give up their status as high-class elves and to go to those untouchables.

What's more, many of Sindra directly pointed out that it was Thorcedrin's inaction that brought the whole of Eresaras to the situation it is in - some even proposed to exile the Elonbach protectors who guarded the city, execute the druids and hunters, and completely dissociate themselves from the Night Elf pariahs, in case Prince Thorcedrin contacted them.

Seeing that the people who had admired him so much in the past began to oppose him, Torcedrin left the venue in a daze.

Why? Why on earth is that?!

After thinking about it for a long time, Prince Tosedlin finally understood that these noble-born representatives of the Sindra Council did not worship themselves at all, but all their strength and ability!

If the Night Elves had indeed sought their help, perhaps Eresaras would have been saved, but these nobles would have lost their transcendent status. At the same time, the Night Elves would not allow the Sindras to absorb the demonic energy again!

Tosedlin remembered again the fear and indifference of the commoners of Sindra when they looked at him, and the faces and words intertwined in his mind, making his heart painful.

Suddenly, a new thought popped into his mind.

"Maybe my people don't deserve to be saved at all!"

As soon as the thought came to him, it took over Thorcedrin's mind like a weed growing wildly in the wasteland, and he felt more and more that it was the most correct idea.

If you are not willing to be considerate of me, why should I be considerate of you!

"Go, go and call Caredith for me!" After instructing his guards, Torcedrin returned to his room.

Caredith was the mayor of a town near Eresalas a long time ago, and during the War of the Ancients, all the inhabitants of his town took refuge in Eresaras. Although he is no longer the mayor of the town, he has always regarded himself as the mayor.

Tosedlin disliked him very much, and thought him unscrupulous and unscrupulous - when he came to Eresaras with the inhabitants of his town, Tosedlin had heard that he had abandoned all the old and weak women and children on the way

Thus, for 10,000 years, Caredits, despite his immense loyalty to Torsedrin, was never able to reach the center of power.

This time, however, Tosedlin gave him a chance.

Arriving at Tosedrin's room, Caredith was surprised to find that the sunny prince had become gloomy and deep, and his once clear gaze had become elusive.

But in the midst of this eerie atmosphere, Caredith felt like a fish in water.

"This is what a ruler should be like - this is what a lord of a city should be! And not like his soft-hearted father! ”

Tosedlin completely ignored Caredith's agitation, and he just proposed some tasks in an incredibly calm voice.

Any leak of these missions would cause an uproar throughout the city, but as the publisher of the mission, Tosedlin looked indifferent.

After laying out all the tasks in one go, Torcedrin finally looked at Caredith.

"If you can't, I think you know the consequences."

"No problem." Caredith grinned, "I'm an all-powerful mayor, and if I can't, I'll die on the road." ”

"It's not just you...... It's your everything. ”

Torcedrin's cold voice made Caredis shiver, and the former mayor suddenly regretted it.

"I can only hope that these tasks can be completed successfully......"

Shaking his head, Karedis quietly left Tosedrin's room - he didn't see that Prince Tosedrin's eyes had turned green, glowing dangerously in the dark room.

……………………

The next day, another big thing happened.

Members of the Eresaras Council were attacked in their homes during a meeting.

Due to the recent unrest, these council members brought most of their bodyguards with them to the meeting, and as a result, the security at home was relatively weak.

The smell of Sindra's blood permeated the entire aristocratic district.

In addition, it is said that the prince is about to initiate a sacrificial ritual to completely activate a city-wide search and alert circle, completely eliminate Sartre, and then convert the remaining energy into arcane energy to supply the entire city.

Among the common people, the majority will be skeptical; Most of the Arcanists began to secretly join forces, and a secret meeting was held at Nossa's house.

If Prince Tosedlin really intended to sacrifice himself, these supporters would not mind snatching the largest piece from the corpse of their former master—who cares as for the commoners?

In the midst of the calm, a storm is taking shape and is about to sweep across Erezaras.