Compared to his colleagues and other upper-class elves, the room that Savis used to work was quite simple. The shelves on the wall had long been filled with all kinds of scrolls and books, and a large number of papers and reports were piled up in all corners of the room, and the only thing that could be called neat was the desk in front of him, which was stacked with documents that almost buried his entire body.

It's not for nothing that Azhara would use a male Night Elf so heavily. Leaving aside the evaluation of Savis in later generations, his ability to handle affairs, and his drive to be dissatisfied with the status quo, are indeed lacking in most Night Elves.

But today, instead of using that superb efficiency to approve official documents, he sat quietly at his desk with a letter in his hand and was silent for a long time.

It was a report from the Crow Fortress that Lord Ravenketh had noticed that a gray-haired and white-skinned elf had crossed the airspace from west to east in the direction of Sin'ai Sari. Of course, the most important thing is that he is serving the symbol of the family of the Sunseeker, the phoenix.

It was supposed to be a small matter that could be solved by just asking Darth Rema Sunstrider to find out the situation, but Savis sensed something was wrong between the lines.

Gray hair, white skin......

As Her Majesty's right-hand man, Savis knows more about this trait than Darth Rema's hearsay.

Because Queen Azhara had entrusted the search for this man to her personal maid, not herself. Jealousy, for sure, is there, but he's more in, curious.

Curious why the Queen suddenly gave such a secret mission after the riots in the Well of Eternity?Curious why the Feathermoon couple have been looking for arcanists and doctors who can heal arcane erosion recently?Curious why this gray-haired and white-skinned elf has a phoenix?More curious......

I don't know when it started, but a clear, sealed vial appeared in Savis's hand, containing a pinch of charred black, cracked mud and a clump of unknown weeds with nothing but ashes left.

This is a peculiar sample that was recently brought back by a hunter's guard in a woodland southeast of the city. Although it may seem like a scorching scorching scar, as a powerful arcanist and a veteran magical researcher, Savis soon learns that the magical energy contained mysterious power that has never been seen in the existing records.

The chaos that far surpassed the arcane energy, like the embodiment of endless destruction, was extremely destructive, and he was deeply fascinated.

Could it be that the gray-haired and white-skinned elf received this magical power from the Well of Eternity, or was it because of this power that he was able to withstand the contact of the waters of the Well of Eternity with his mortal body without dying out of it?

Combined with various clues, a guess that was quite close to the truth came to Savis's mind. Then, he picked up a pen and paper and wrote a special instruction to Lord Ravencase.

As for the letter from the Crow Fortress, it was burning to ashes at his fingertips. The queen is busy with affairs, so why should she do such a small thing herself?

Looking at the letters that turned into ashes in the flames, Savis's gaze was as deep as an infinite void, and greedy as if it wanted to devour everything.

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"You say your name is Lanloth, what a strange name......

"I'm sorry about that. ”

"And what is your last name?Is it from the Forest of Valshara or Surama?Or is it Sin'aisari?Are you an arcane?Why are you so badly eroded by the arcane?Do these crystallized marks affect your daily movements?Does it hurt......"

Looking at the young priestess leading the way in front of him, Lanros couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Not long ago, messengers from the Crow Fortress came to the Temple of the Moon God and delivered news about Lanloth to the High Priestess. Thankfully, due to the mutation of her body in the woodland, the High Priestess was suspicious of the Raven Fortress's accusation that Lanlos was intending to murder Shaladashir, and did not inform them of his existence.

However, considering that the Crow Fortress had noticed his involvement in the territory of the Moon Temple, it was not ruled out that a secret investigation would be conducted. In order to prevent unnecessary conflict, the High Priestess could only persuade Lanlos to leave the temple.

Although his heart is not divided, leaving the Temple of the Moon God, Lanlos can also continue his journey. As for the Crow Fortress, they can toss as much as they like, and it won't have anything to do with him.

However, Lady Dejana, on the grounds of deep guilt, wanted to help him solve his confusion, so she took the initiative to send a priestess of the moon who was familiar with the woodlands to lead the way for Lanlos to meet Cenarius.

At first he refused, but when Dejana called the priestess, Lanlos swallowed his refusal raw.

Don't think about it, it's not because of how shocking the other party's appearance and posture are, for Lanlos, the skin is always a pink skeleton...... Hey, the Night Elves seem to be immortal, eh?

Well, even from the eyes of Lanlos II, this girl is indeed too beautiful to be true. And there is no arrogance or condescension in words and deeds that clergy often have, but youthful and lively, kind and generous, with a smile of expectation and curiosity, staring at the white-skinned Lanlos.

Rao is chattering and asking questions along the way did not make Lan Luo feel irritable, on the contrary, the gentle and friendly voice, like a melodious singing voice in the hollow, lingered, pleasant, unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

However, Lanlos didn't seem to care about this at all, and his hot gaze stared directly at the priestess's graceful back against the long skirt.

Tyrande Whisper, a name that kept Lanloth at bay, the priestess's name.

"Huh?" asked for a long time without getting a response from the other party, Tyrande turned around and looked at the gray-haired elf with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Why don't we take a break?"

"It's just a little bit of a road, not so much. Almost at the same time as the other party looked at him, Lan Luos silently withdrew the eyes that wanted to swallow her alive, and said nonsense without the slightest guilt, "It's just that I'm more introverted and don't talk much." ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm too long-winded. Hearing this, a hint of embarrassment inevitably flashed across Tyrande's face, "But this is the first time I've seen a Night Elf like you...... Oh! not that your hair and skin are weird, I'm just ......"

The priestess realized that her words seemed to be misleading him, and hurriedly tried to explain. However, Lanlos waved his hand first, and laughed generously: "Don't worry, I understand what you mean, if you change me as an arcane master, you may be even more excited than you." ”

The other party's understanding made Tyrande breathe a sigh of relief, and he didn't forget to cast a grateful look: "That's right, I've lived in Sulama for so many years, and I've never seen someone with such a peculiar hair color and skin like you. At first, I wondered, are you a Night Elf?"

These words made Lan Luoston, who was hiding a secret poking heart, frown. Despite his young age and lack of experience, Tyrande had an unusually sharp instinct that allowed him to see the shrewd Night Elf ruler of the future.

Thinking of this, Lanlos also put away his thief's heart to have some fun before this lady soared. After all, people have the support of the moon god behind them, and if they accidentally offend and offend, they will be sad in the future.

"You grew up in Sulama?" Quick-witted Lanlos quickly seized the useful information in the other party's words and took the opportunity to change the subject, "Have you ever heard of the name Metri?"

"Of course. As a priestess dedicated to Elune, Tyrande was not as sinister and cunning as Lanloth, and naturally replied, "Archmage Metri, who was the hero of Surama's construction of the Well of the Night. Although I usually spend most of my time in the Temple of the Moon, I've heard rumors about him. ”

Thinking of this archmage with extraordinary achievements, Tyrande subconsciously looked at the crystallization marks on the left side of Lanloth's face, and suddenly understood: "You don't want to go to him for help, do you?"

"What's wrong with that?" Ranros shrugged helplessly, stroking the crystals on his face, and sighed sadly, "It's not a good thing to grow on my body, I came all the way from Sin'aisari to see if Archmage Matri can do it." ”

"Since you know him, when you're done, I wonder if you can help introduce him?"

Facing Lanloth's expectant gaze, Tyrande's eyes subconsciously wandered to the side, and his expression became strange: "Actually, I have nothing to do with him." Besides, I seem to have heard that the Archmage seems to have left Sulama for some reason not long ago. ”

"Leave?" said Lan Luoston, shaken. Before leaving the Moon Temple, Life Bloom had lost its energy efficiency, and the gap between before and after made him feel more clearly that the arcane erosion continued to damage his body, and now that he heard that Metri was not in Sulamar, he was immediately anxious.

Striding forward, Lanros subconsciously approached Tyrande, wanting to ask for details, but before he could speak, a fierce feeling suddenly stabbed his back.