Queldanus is much larger than the island of the Sun, but to the naked eye, it feels the opposite. There are far more elven buildings in Queldanus than the latter, and the highlands in the middle of the island are almost completely covered with beautiful and ornate buildings, and the well of the sun in the center is always blooming with eternal golden light.

The heights of the Sun Well are even brighter than you imagined.

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, Lanlos's eyes were instantly drawn to the scenery ahead. After all, it is the source of the High Elves' fortune, and the prosperity of Queldanus is comparable to that of the Sun Royal Court.

In the Dawn Square, the Knights of the Morning Blade, dressed in fine armor, conducted combat training in unison, their shiny gilded blades tearing the air over and over again, accompanied by bursts of shouting, and the vigorous vigor and enthusiasm seemed to give life to the ornate decorations around them. The bright colors no longer give people a sense of showmanship, but honor, and splendor.

Led by the casters of the Sunfury Legion, tall and burly arcane patrolmen patrol the island, their metal shells intricately carved with esoteric golden inscriptions, and occasional glows of heart-palpitating magic.

Around the square, there are patches of elven buildings, with white walls, gold and red intersecting colors and patterns, floating green potted plants, and mana crystals that are so luxurious that they are used as decorations. Everything seems to flaunt the wealth of their masters.

The dome of the house, carved with crystals and precious stones, spreads the light of the sunwell into the sky, so that the whole of Queldanus seems to be bathed in eternal sunlight, and the golden splendor is dazzling.

"The prosperity of Queldore is the result of the efforts of our ancestors, which is our pride and the glory that we swear to defend to the death. ”

Immediately after Lanlos walked out of the portal, it was the Archmage Birohua. Seeing that the other party walked to the balcony and looked at the beautiful scenery ahead, he quietly came to Lanloth's side and whispered as if talking to himself.

But the elven mage could hear what he was saying, and he could perceive the pride and guidance in the other party's words.

"That's why we're fighting for it. After a pause, the archmagister's voice suddenly increased, and an impassioned emotion continued to flicker in his eyes, "May the glory of the Well of the Sun last forever, and may Quel'Salas never fall." ”

Nothing lasts forever, there is no ......

Lanlos silently shook his head in his heart, remembering that the stunning beauty in front of him had finally become crippled under the iron hooves of the undead natural disaster, a trace of regret suddenly rose in his heart, and he suddenly became tasteless, and immediately turned around and walked towards the only exit on the platform.

A long promenade leads to the beautiful buildings built on the hill in front of it. In fact, the platform on which Lanloth and the Grand Magus had just teleported to the fixed point was also suspended. The reason is simple, the magic of this complex is so amazing and complex that it takes more time and effort to enter it directly through a teleporter.

For the sake of convenience and safety, it is better to move the teleportation point away from this land, but due to the limited area of the Magister platform, there is no extra space for setting up a teleportation point. So let's just put it in the air......

Of course, to Lanros, this is more of a show off by Queldore to show off how powerful and comprehensive his use of arcane arts is.

At the end of the suspended corridor, a whole group of mages from the Sunfury Legion had already lined up, staring at Lanloth with torch-like eyes...... Birohua behind him.

As an archmage, leader of the Sunfury Legion, and occasionally a guest as the commander of the Morning Blade Knights, Biloi's power and prestige are not as unreliable as they seem.

Lanlos consciously slowed down and allowed the Archmager to walk in front of him. Catching these mages looking at him with due and approving, a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

Power, to a certain extent, does have its charm. The pleasure of responding to a hundred calls is not something that ordinary people can experience.

Lanlos was sure that if he didn't have the huge burden of the Burning Legion, he would have a good chance of being on par with Darkan.

"Lord Bilohua, I've been waiting for a long time. As Lanlos bowed his head in meditation, the two of them had already walked through the corridor unconsciously, and then the elven mage who had taken the lead bowed deeply to the archmage.

"Thank you, Romans. He patted the other party's shoulder very casually, and Bi Luohua's face showed sincere relief, but what really made Lan Luos care was the name of the mage in front of him.

Romans?

Future Blood Elf Archmagister?!

Lanlos's gaze continued to scan Romans's body, a brilliant red robe carved with intricate and dense golden lines, except for the design of the high stand-up collar that half-covered the chin, it was not much different from the robes of other magisters.

That's right, Magister, compared to Darkan, Romans is just as young. Maybe the actual combat ability is not as good as the former, but in terms of the understanding of the arcane alone, it is really not necessarily who is higher and who is lower.

"Tell me about it. Birohua's voice pulled Lanros back to his senses, "This is my proudest student, Magister Romans, who will take you to the heights of the Well of the Sun." ”

"What about you?" asked Lanros reflexively, raising an eyebrow.

"I'd be happy to take a break if I could. Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Bilohua's eyes flashed with a sharp light as if he could see everything, making the latter tense his body, "Thanks to yours, friend, I still have to go back and check the operation of the temple." ”

Lanloth knew what the other party was talking about, but he didn't expect that the archmages of the Tiriss Council would be ready to act so quickly. With the Archmage, even Satel would not be able to leave Quel'Salas alive.

But does Satel need to leave?

Somehow, a fleeting uneasiness swelled up in Lanros's heart.

Seeing a strange look on the other party's face, Bi Luo Huaquan was embarrassed by the other party when he learned that his identity was exposed, and he didn't take it to heart, but patted the other party's shoulder with a smile: "It's not for you to go to the battlefield, relax, such an opportunity is not available at any time." ”

As soon as the words fell, the archmage snapped his fingers, and in the admiring eyes of the mages, a white light flashed, and his figure disappeared directly into this space.

"Lanros, right?" When the dazzling magical aura dissipated, Roman stepped forward and came to the front of the elven mage.

Different from the respect and admiration for Bi Luohua, Romans's face was restored to the ancient well, and his long dark blue hair was faintly flashing with a faint light purple, neatly tied behind his head, which set off his whole temperament.

noble, yet cold and arrogant......

It could be seen that Romans was not good at greeting strangers, and his eyes kept going back and forth on Ranros with an undisguised scrutiny on his face. If he were another elven nobleman, he would definitely accuse him of not knowing etiquette, but Lanlos didn't care too much.

Compared to the sleek Darkan and the shrewd Bilohua, with an upright person like Romans, he at least won't worry about being suddenly pitted.

Taking the other party's distraction as a tacit acquiescence, Romans nodded and turned forward without delay: "Come with me, we don't have much time." ”

Getting baptized in the Well of the Sun is not as simple as throwing Lanloth into the well for a dip, after all, it is the foundation of Quel'Salas's prosperity, and the checks are simply cumbersome.

But it's all worth it. Lanlos clenched his fists, and inexplicably felt some stirring in his heart.

At the end of the day, the Well of the Sun is pure and majestic arcane energy, and since it is energy, it has the ability to transfer. The so-called baptism is to infuse part of the magic of the Well of the Sun into Lanloth's body, so as to increase his power.

However, this ascension is not infinite, just as no creature can eat infinitely, and the mortal body can only withstand a small fraction of the energy. The true meaning of baptism is that a momentary increase in mana can help the caster touch more advanced arcane knowledge. Similarly, whether you can improve your strength or not depends on your own talent and ability in the end.

In this regard, Lan Luo was not worried at all, after all, he had a deep understanding of high-level strength, both mentally and physically.

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Brilliant green streamers almost covered the entire tower, and the magic power filled with chaotic aura continued to flow over the temple, and the rich evil energy turned into substance, corroding the originally magnificent mage tower into an extremely obscure one. Green lines are all over it, and the original beauty is completely shattered.

Even more frightening, the magic of chaos opened up one portal after another to the twisted void at the foot of the temple, and the blue-faced fanged demons stepped out of it one by one.

Standing on the edge of the astrological platform, Satelle looked down on the growing army with a sinister smile, his sharp and dangerous gaze slowly cast across the river bank in the distance.

"Looks like we're late. The magic in Magnus's eyes flickered, and with the help of arcane power, he could clearly capture the massive Burning Legion around the Western Temple, and his brow couldn't help but furrow.

"Isn't Sorenia here yet?" asked Eldagosa, who was also full of sadness, suppressed his anger.

Verin put away the communication technique and shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid he won't be able to come." ”

"I knew this coward who had escaped. Hearing this, Hagra snorted heavily, and his unceremonious words made Verin and Irianne, who were also Queldore, look disgruntled. But before they could retort, a voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.

"Watch your attitude, human!"

The powerful magic burst violently, and a dazzling incandescent light suddenly flickered behind the archmages, and as the teleportation spell took effect, a whole team of elven warriors and mages appeared in their sight.

The leader was Bi Luohua, who had left the Magister platform not long ago, but he did not show the easy-going demeanor of the past, and his sharp gaze was like a sharp knife on the human archmage who was disrespectful.

"Archmage, how could it be?" Seeing the other party's elite troops with nearly a hundred people appear, Verin's face showed a deep sense of surprise.

Putting away his unkind gaze, Birohua looked at Magnus: "Sorenia has told us what is happening here, although you are not welcome, but this is the land of Quel'Salas after all, and it is naturally impossible for us to let a group of outsiders fight alone for our land. ”

That being said, though......

Magnus's eyes slowly turned, glancing at the High Elf beside Birohua who was wielding the Spellbreaker Blade.

Silencer, Nochon!

Although the other party is not a legend, the scene of the silent lifting of the howl of the nine-ring spell banshee in the whole field is still vivid, and he has never mentioned it to anyone, even he was silent at that moment!

The troops sent by Silvermoon City are really leaky......

The gnome archmage scratched at his gray beard in annoyance, shook his head, and forced himself to put aside those unfounded thoughts: "Regardless, on behalf of the Council of Tiris, I thank you for your trust and help. ”

"So, what's going on?" Birohua didn't like the red tape, and after nodding his head, he looked at the dead woods on the other side of the river.

"There is no room for optimism. ”