What kind of senses does a long life bring to living beings? Empty, lonely, bored? This is always told to you in all kinds of literary stories. In reality, no one can live forever, and those who seek eternal life have been turned into dry bones. That's why there are all kinds of speculations about eternal life.

People always like to use their own will to describe things that they don't know at all. Eternal life is one of the most common of these. It's just that in all the stories recognized by orthodox literature, the description of eternal life is a painful existence. I just don't know what the price would be paid if those authors were given a chance at eternal life? Will they willingly give up eternal life and live out their short life, as their story describes? Or like those villains, fight the world alone, just for eternal life. Their stories always tell the world not to easily pursue those ethereal things. But no one knows what they will do for themselves.

And when we truly receive eternal life, how does life react? Do you feel like everything doesn't matter because you've lived too long? Do you feel like you've lived too long and want to die? There is also a great deal of literature that describes it this way, as if it were not normal for a person who enjoys eternal life. Because the vast majority of literature likes to call those broken things beautiful.

Broken statues, broken people, even broken love, broken friendships, as if everything must be flawed to be more beautiful. Of course, if you haven't been brainwashed by those 'art'. You'll know that for anyone, a mutilation is not beauty. In every sense of the word.

A complete body, a complete family, and a love from the first love to the end are the real beauty. In fact, if it were possible, it would be perfect to add an eternity to all of this. That is the supreme beauty that the world should pursue.

The Night Elves are a surviving race during the War of the Ancients. They are a people who are favored by the heavens. Because they have eternal life. And very fortunately, in the huge ethnic group, there is no kind of comic that wants to die because you have lived too long.

The appearance of the Burning Legion disrupted the life of the Night Elves. The shattering of the Well of Eternity, the betrayal of Illidan. Eventually, Darth Rema and his vein were expelled. Undeterred, the banished Night Elves founded Silvermoon City and reunited the Sunwell. But they lost something in the end. They lost their eternal life.

As early as their exile from Kalimdor, they discovered that they had lost their eternal life. At the same time, it also loses the ability to resist any disease. They grow old, they die. The vast majority of Night Elves have embraced this. Because even if they don't live forever, they still have a long life. Death is still very early for them.

Not everyone thinks so, though. At least that's the case with Darkandrahir. He was an outlier among the Night Elves, even when he later became a High Elf. No one knew that he had ever regretted leaving Kalimdor. He chose to leave because he wanted to keep his magic. So he chose Darth Rema's side.

But he didn't know at the time that after leaving Karimdor, they would transform into mortal bodies. If he had known that he would give up his eternal life for the sake of magic, he would not have said anything and would not leave. As long as you're alive, you'll always find other ways to use magic. But when you die, there's nothing.

Darkan is a man who is extremely afraid of death. Death has almost become an obsession for him. Although within a hundred years of his lifespan, there was no need to worry about death at all. But he was still afraid. He searched through all the magic books for a way to live forever. But he discovers that none of the spells he is allowed to learn will give him immortality. Then you can only start with those spells that have been sealed.

There's always something special in the collection of magic inherited from the Night Elves. Take dark magic, for example.

Alone, Darkan tries to summon demons. He is a good mage who has managed to control the demons he has summoned. But how can a demon of that level make people immortal. At this time, Darkan was like a hungry shipwreck on the sea. The whole sea is full of water, which can be drunk, but the more you drink, the thirstier you get. The more you drink, the closer you get to the darkness.

Until one day, Darkan, who was too close to the darkness, heard the voice.

"Pray to me and I will grant you eternal life."

At that moment, Darkan knew that an unprecedented demon had set his sights on him.

Darkan subconsciously severed contact with the demon. He wasn't so loyal to his race, nor was he so disgusted with darkness. What prompted him to do so was because Darth Rema had never been a good person. For the traitor, there was not the slightest possibility of surviving under his men.

There is a very ** proverb in the human world, 'Nothing cannot be betrayed.'" If there is, it can only mean that the price is too heavy, or that the benefits after the betrayal are not proportional. Darkan was faced with such a choice. The price of betrayal was the temptation of eternal life in a fierce battle in his heart.

The demonic hell began to ring in his ears. In his dreams, he saw images of himself aging and dying over and over again. The fear of death, the desire for eternal life, finally overwhelmed the fear of Darthrema. Until that day, he finally opened his mouth to pray to the devil.

As he uttered the evil prayer, a demonic apparition appeared before him. And he finally understood that the demon who bewitched him was none other than the demon lord Kilgardan.

"Eternal life comes at a price. Are you ready? ”

"I'm willing to pay any price."

The dark shadow looked at him deeply, reaching out and gently tapping into a glass of water on the table. A drop of pure darkness seeped into the cup, but the next second it was back to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Pour this glass of water into the Well of the Sun, once a day." The gloomy voice stimulates Darkan's nerves. At that moment he almost screamed. The Sunwell is the foundation of the entire High Elves. If it is corrupted by demons, then the opponent may use the power of the sunwell to descend on Azeroth. The arrival of a demon lord could destroy the world completely. There was a hint of hesitation in Darkan's heart.

The gloomy voice sounded again. "Do you know why the immortals are so scarce? Because eternal life comes at a price. So there are only a few beings in this world who can live forever. Very few people. ”

The trace of hesitation in my heart dissipated in an instant. Darkan picked up the glass of water on the table and walked towards the Well of the Sun. At that moment, Darkan, who was shrouded in the Well of the Sun, had completely fallen into darkness.