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"Talissa, gather all the nobles and have them wait for me in the Hall of Order." Elisander, who was in the depths of the hall of the Night Well, looked up at the energy fluctuations of the Night Well, she pondered for a moment, and glanced at the light and shadow of life suspended in the air.

As Sulama's chief arcanist, Talissa also felt the fluctuations in the energy of the Night Well. Before, she was puzzled by the anger of the Grand Magus, but now that the Grand Magus suddenly summoned the nobles, she was even more suspicious.

"What the hell is going on, Archmagus. Didn't we just repel the Burning Legion's attack? Talisa asked incomprehensibly.

The archmage Elisander didn't say a word, she flicked the arcane aperture on her chest, looked at her chief arcanist with a solemn expression, and said, "Talissa, don't you think that your own thoughts have become too much? ”

The oppressive tone made Talisa bow her head, and after taking the Grand Magus's orders in full, she left the energy hall of the Night Well.

After the chief arcanist left, the pale green portal filled with the breath of life once again shone brightly.

The gentle scent of the forest transmitted to the area full of arcane aura, and the energy fluctuations of two different scents were intertwined. It's a strange feeling that the arcane energy doesn't repel the spread of the breath of life in this area, and at the same time, it doesn't look for an opportunity to resonate with the breath of life. The two breaths get along in harmony, as if they were under control. It's like a collaboration, but maybe it's not.

"As the guardian dragon, the king of dreams, why would you go to the trouble of saving this mortal?" Elisunde's face was expressionless, and she asked with feigned disdain.

Ysera kept the Dream Water in the center of the Well of Night. The familiar arcane aura slowly rose, and the energy in the dream water began to resonate with the energy of the Night Well.

I don't know if it's because of the touch of this energy, Elisunde's indifferent cheeks twitched. The beauty she had kept by using arcane energy to absorb the moonlight became slightly distorted, and this dark color betrayed Elisandre, and at the same time made Isera clear something.

Ysera smiled slightly, she looked at the elven girl who was a priest under Azhara 10,000 years ago and said, "Every creature has people she wants to protect, and I am no exception. I've heard of magisters wielding the power of the Eye of Almansur to protect a mortal, and that's too little for me. ”

Elisandr knew that what she had done before would not be able to hide from the eyes of the Queen of Dreams, or she would not have come to the Well of Night to find her help.

"All these trifles aside, Queen of Dreams, you should know that the Well of the Night created with the power of the Eye of Amansur is not up to me alone. The power here needs to be resolved by all our nobles and magisters. Elisande shook her head, a gloomy look on her face.

In Surama, every magister and nobleman has his own abacus. In this city, which has been closed for nearly 10,000 years, conflicts occur here every day. And this contradiction is all for the energy of the Night Well, that is, a supply of magic wine, from the supply of magic wine from Twilight Winery.

Like the pure sun of Quel'Salas, the energy needed by the spirits of Surama must be drawn from these mana wines. Mana wine will not be available in unlimited quantities, but the people need it to survive, and over time, in Sulama, it has become the name of survival. Life is magic wine.

Every elf wants to live, they all want to live in this city with respect, so competition and intrigue are everywhere.

Even his chief arcanist, his confidant Talissa, would be suspicious of his orders, and it is conceivable what kind of city Elisandr is in control.

"You mean that if the meeting doesn't pass, you're going to give up on Rollin's treatment?" Ysera asked.

Hearing the name Rollin, Elisunde's eyebrows tightened together. All she felt was a sharp knife in her chest, and she had to act indifferent. This disguise is nothing else, precisely because she is the ruler of Sulama and the great magister of Sulama.

I don't owe him anything, I already told him when I said goodbye to the shores of the Eastern Kingdom, and we don't owe each other. The aura of energy suspended in front of Elisande, the ring structure she relied on to sense the energy of the Night Well trembled violently.

"What's wrong with you?" Ysera felt Elisandre's mood swings, and she hurried to the Magister's side and placed her white left hand on Elisand's delicate shoulder.

The cool breath of life calmed the fierce struggle in Elisandre's heart, she calmed down, looked at the faint human magister in the dream water and said, "Lorraine, if I can't save you, will you hate me?" ”

Ysera knew that Rollin had been here, and that there had been a war in the Broken Isles beyond her dreams while she was asleep. Ysera didn't look deeper, but she looked into Elisandr's eyes, and when she heard the tone of Elisandre's words, she felt the sadness that came from the magister's heart.

I have felt this grief myself.

The archmage in front of Ysera is also a woman, even if she is the queen of Sulama City and the ruler of this city, there will always be a soft place in her heart, which is extra reserved.

Now it seems that this magister suffers from the same disease as himself, that is, a small place in his heart that is occupied by this magister who was destroyed by the magic storm.

"Do you really want to hear the answer?" Isela asked, taking Elisander's hand filled with arcane torrents.

Elisande nodded slightly, and she looked at Ysera, waiting for the dragon queen's move.

The life force ascended in a circle, and the green glow like pure flowing water dispelled the barrier of the dream water. After the outer barrier of the Dream Water was lifted, Rollin's soul floated in front of the Night Well.

It's a bit ironic to revisit the old place, but with such a weakened soul.

I think when I first came here, I came with the Scepter of Sargeras. When I left here, although I said goodbye, at least, I could be regarded as having completed my mission.

Without actual divinity, Rollin's soul could only barely condense with such a purple arcane, and when Elisande saw Rollin, she might have forgotten her identity, and she didn't know what to say when she was nervous.

Rollin didn't care, he smiled and said, "Arians, I'm still used to your name. ”

The tip of her nose soured, and Elisande reached out to touch Rollin's body. However, as soon as the dark and smooth left hand touched Rollin's soul, Elisande was stabbed in the heart again by this air-like soul form.

"I knew that sooner or later you would end up like this, looking like no one and no ghost." Elisander left behind her status as the Grand Magister, and she spoke to Rollin in a tone and personality that only Aryons had.

The gentle anger made Luo Lin a little helpless, and he shook his head and replied: "I don't want to die either, but when I need to make a choice, I always have to take this step." At the very least, I did what I thought I could do. ”

Opinionated! Elisunde's eyes were slightly red, and her voice had a trembling timbre, reprimanding Rollin: "So, you let yourself be like this." And then think you've solved anything, and then leave a mess like this? Rollin, you're always so self-righteous, thinking that you're doing everything right, everything is right. I'll admit that as a Grand Magus, from a big perspective, your sacrifice did save a lot of people, but have you ever thought that after you did this, there are still some of them who care about you? I haven't seen the girls you speak of, but I know that this feeling is worse than killing them. ”

Glancing back at Ysera, Elisande found that the corners of Ysera's eyes were full of tears.

You can't have both, you want to save the world, and you want to live a drunken harem life, which is unrealistic. Although this has been the power of Rolling, Rollin has been planning for a long time, the plan has always failed to keep up with the changes. Who knows, at the moment when it is close to success, what kind of moths will appear.

Rollin didn't answer, he kept smiling and looked at the two queens in silence.

After five minutes, Rollin couldn't bear the erosion of this oppressive atmosphere, and he said, "That, that lock me up again, I think, in this place where you can sleep, choose something, never have to do it." ”

"You!"

Elysander was about to reply, when the elven maid outside the hall of the Night Well said, "Advisor Vandos is here, he is waiting for you to go to the Hall of Order." ”

Elysander looked at Rollin's soul, and she secretly made up her mind.

"He's like that, but I think you know him better than I do." Ysera said with a smile.

Elisandra shook Ysera's hand and said, "I also make him feel that he owes me, and I will make him feel that he owes me for the rest of his life." ”

Leaving the Night Well Hall, Ysera did not continue to speak to Lorraine. Rollin, who is now in his soul form, continues to move and consumes the little arcane energy he has now. Let's let him rest for a while, and when the Magister Elisander returns, there are more important things to do.

After a short time, Ysera, who had left the world of Azeroth from the reflection of the Emerald Dream Realm, brought Alexstasa with her. The Red Dragon Queen arrives at the main hall of the Well of Night with the Dragon's Soul, where she awaits Elisand's return and prepares for Rollin's resurrection.

"Sister, do you think this little girl can do all this?" Alexstasa asked.

Ysera smiled and nodded, "My sister, what would you do if the person who was now wrapped in the Dream Water was not Lorraine, but Crassus?" ”

Alexstasa gave Isera a blank look, and she said, "What else can I do, for the sake of the future of the race, I can only choose to sacrifice him." ”

"Really? But the real answer is that my sister knows it herself. Ysera looked at her sister with the same look you know.

The meeting of the Hall of Order officially began after the Grand Magister of Elisandr was seated. When Elisandr opened her mouth to talk about the topic of the meeting, all the nobles and magisters were shocked. They looked nervously at all the elves present, and they were not allowed to relax for a moment.

The meeting was very tense, and Elisande knew that activating the extra energy of the Night Well would inevitably cause many of her colleagues to block it. But this time, Elisander didn't use force, she used the perspective of a narrator to tell the story of a mortal magician who came to Sulama City and gave and contributed to this city.

At the same time, in distant Northrend, in a secluded outpost, a tense meeting was taking place.

"Gianna, calm down. We can't go for adventures. Alsace admonished Gianna.

The young blonde girl, instead of being angry, laughed and encouraged the prince and said, "Adventure, no, Arthas, now is your chance to make a difference, and you think clearly, if we can find and kill the one who controls the army of the undead, you can become the best prince of Lordaeron." Imagine what a glorious moment it would be when you return to Lordaeron, where the people on the city walls sprinkle flowers for you, the cool bells ring for you, and King Minethil gives you a welcome speech. ”

When Alsace was little, he was eager to see Gianna's smile, a very sunny and warm smile. But today, Gianna's smile made him feel like the coldness of Northrend was nothing more than that.

"You're right, I've thought about this for a day. But Gianna, we shouldn't do that. ”

"Shut up, coward. Do you think that we don't have the threat of the undead invasion now? Do you think that the honor you have now can support your current status as a prince, in my opinion, you are a ridiculous coward, you are cowardly, cowardly, cowardly the controller behind this undead army. Gianna suddenly shouted.

Arthas looked at Gianna in this picture, and he suddenly felt that he had no chance left.

"How much do you love Archmage Rollin?" Arthas shook his head and said helplessly.

Gianna looked at Arthas coldly and said, "It's none of your business, forget it, you better be your prince." I'm here to complete the tasks that the teacher didn't complete. ”

"Wait, you can't .......," Arthas stopped.

"Damn, Gianna has a teleportation spell, follow along, or we won't know where she'll be with her troops tomorrow." Arthas said with a row of wooden tables, urging the soldiers beside him. (To be continued.) )