The turbulent Elendal River runs through the hinterland of Quel'Thallas in a huge U-shape, and although it originates in the Endless Sea, it has been transformed into a complete freshwater river by the magical power of the High Elves, the mother river of Quel'Thalas.

The location of the Eastern Temple is right where the river begins to bend south.

At this moment, two elves riding on the bank of the river are rushing towards this place.

Although not as wild as the horses, the chocobos still jolted unusually well, and Lanlos did not carry out the delicate work of arcane research in such a situation. However, he also did not spend time on the beautiful scenery in front of him, compared to this, making full use of the limited time to improve and enrich himself is his greatest strength, and the elf's long life has not changed the truth he has realized during the time of terminal illness.

True power only favors those who put in the effort.

With Sagret's ability to deduce, he reinforces and refines what he's learned in his mind over and over again, while previewing the 2-ring spells that have been recorded long ago.

"Lanloth, here we are. The mage remained silent all the way, but Wen Lesa was not used to it, and the most boring thing for a girl at this young age was boring.

Hearing the impatient words in his ear, Lanlos was a little puzzled why the other party was so unhappy, but he didn't speculate too much, he had more important things to do.

Compared to the desolation of the Western Temple, the Eastern Temple is much more popular because it is located across the river from the Traveler's residence.

"Stop, who are you?" Several heavily armed guards stopped in front of Lanlos and the two, ready to draw their swords and fight at any moment.

"I'm Lanloth, a teaching assistant at Fatherin Academy, and I'm here from the Western Temple, and I have important news to deliver to Landra Morningwalker. Glancing at the towering and ornate minaret behind him, Lanros sighed at Vilania's poor work and life, and briefly explained the origin.

The guard who took the lead glanced at his companion behind him, then bowed apologetically to Lanlos and did not let him go: "Please be patient, I will send someone to report immediately." ”

"If you two don't mind. The Captain's gaze lingered on the face of the bored girl behind Lanlos for a long time, and then he came back to his senses at the prompting of his companion, and then cleared his throat, and even his voice became much softer, "There is plenty of space to rest and supplies in the sentry......

That's the charisma gap.

Lanloth's face was as black as carbon, and he stared indifferently at the elven guard, who had suddenly become attentive, and finally managed to suppress the nameless fire.

After a short wait, and after receiving permission, the two were led into the tower of the Eastern Temple.

"Tell me, then, what did you bring from Vilania?" In the central hall, a tall elven magister turned around, and under the backdrop of a powerful aura, her eyebrows exuded an inexplicable majesty, which was diametrically opposed to her long fiery red hair, cold and arrogant that people did not dare to look at her.

In contrast to Verania's simplicity, Landra not only has a well-equipped elven guard around her, but also the casters who serve her place are centered around her, and her ornate robes engraved with esoteric inscriptions highlight her nobility.

As a guardian of the net, her strength, wealth, and status far surpass that of Vilania.

After a brief hesitation, Lanlos opened the package.

"This is the Western Temple's diversion circle, what are you bringing it for?" a frown, and Landra looked at him with a wary gaze. The atmosphere around him suddenly became heavy, and it seemed that if Lanloth made any movement, the guards and mages would capture him immediately.

"Vilania asked me to bring it here, there is something wrong with the diversion circle, she needs your help......" Although I don't like this situation very much, but the diversion circle is the most important device of the major temples, Lanlos expressed his understanding and patiently informed the other party of the general situation.

"Hmph, I knew that it was a joke for the Silvermoon Council to let that little Nizi take care of the Western Temple alone, if you really have the ability, can't you just use teleportation for these little things......?" Realizing that her words were not so polite, Landra didn't continue, and pulled the crystal in front of him with a mage's hand, and looked at it carefully.

However, Lanlos did not react to her rather demeaning tone, and a trace of confusion and unease flashed across his face.

Vilania is a guardian of the magic net, and at least she should have the strength close to that of a high-level spellcaster, and it is not a problem to master the 5-ring spell teleportation technique, but why?

"Damn it!"

The uneasiness in Lanloth's heart was fulfilled, only to hear Landra let out an exclamation, and the crystal floating in front of her suddenly appeared with countless fine green lines, and the next moment, a low explosion came from the air, and the green flames rose violently!

Rumble!

As if a mine exploded, the huge magic power was instantly ignited by the chaotic energy, and the fierce evil energy flames roared down the mountain and rushed into everything around!

Almost at the same time, there was a faint sound in the air, and a huge spherical shield instantly enveloped the erupting flames, and the thick and loud impact sound was like a heavy hammer smashing into Lanloth's heart, making him so shocked that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Catch them!" Randra, using his magic to maintain a shield against the outburst of evil energy, shouted in a vicious voice.

The next moment, more than a dozen swords were placed on the necks of Lanros and Wenlesa.

"Why did you arrest me?"

"Let go of me!"

......

Unlike Winlessa's fierce resistance, Lanlos let the guards take him away, the expression on his face a little distracted from contemplation.

How can this be? This is impossible......

Bang dang!

The sound of the iron door finally brought back Lanloth's mind, and he gradually understood something as he watched the guards outside the iron cage glaring at him.

His first instinct was right, Vilaneia......

Compared to the heat of the Eastern Temple, the Western Temple today is frighteningly deserted.

Walking to an unremarkable wall, Vilania tapped lightly, and as a touch of green energy poured into it, a faint magic circle appeared on the wall.

Then, there was a low thud in the hall, and the floor in the center sank one by one, revealing a dark spiral staircase. Descending the stairs, Vilania clapped her hands gently when her gaze completely changed to her fingers.

Scold!

Blue magical flames suddenly rose from the torch on the wall, and the sudden flames brought a rare light to the space, but when the eyes converged on the center of the room, most people would wish that the torch would never be lit.

Corpses, withered and rotting corpses, were piled up around, as if they had been dead for countless years. But the reddish-brown blood stains under their bodies confirmed that the maximum time of death was not more than a week.

In the middle of the blood everywhere, a pitch-black square platform appeared in front of him, and an elf who was still gasping for breath was tied up and thrown on it. The long withered hair, godless eyes, and pale cheeks make it unbearable to look at directly. Obviously, the endless torment of pain crushed his mind, and even Vilania didn't react in the slightest when she walked up to him.

"Tsk, my poor apprentice. With a familiar smile, Vilania's fingertips slid lightly over the other's cheeks, and as the magic poured into him, the latter's dilated pupils finally focused.

"Bastard, slut, Queldore, definitely, won't let you bitch......" Rage, hatred, scarlet bloodshot all over his eyes, deeply sunken eyes that made him look like a demon, coupled with a hoarse roar that seemed to tear his windpipe, was creepy.

"I hate it when people call me a bitch. Vilaneia's smile remained the same, but there was a subtle hint of anger in her eyes, "Not even my most beloved apprentice." ”

With a flip of her wrist, a scarlet dagger carved with an intricate pattern appeared in Vilaneia's hand. No, it wasn't the original color, it was congealed blood, the souls of the elves wailing!

"I'm waiting for you in hell, bitch!" his wide-eyed eyes stared at the woman, how he wished that his eyes could kill too, so that the witch would be torn to pieces!

"Nope. With a dagger slashing across her jaw, Vilania murmured softly, and inadvertently, the tip of the knife pierced through the other's skin, slowly tearing through the flesh and throat in the elf's violent trembling.

Blood poured down like a fountain, gradually filling up the intricate and twisted nicks beneath the elf.

"Your soul belongs to the master, and you can't go to hell. Vilaneia's smile was fierce and vicious in the light of blood.

The pain of the dagger's throat slitting was much more than the elf had expected, and as the blood poured into the magic circle beneath him, his whole body seemed to be devoured by countless ants. What's even more frightening is that as the circle becomes fuller and fuller, the skin and flesh on the elf's body shrink and dry up at an extremely fast rate, as if he has suddenly become an old man in his twilight years. I watched as my life slowly poured into the altar through blood.

Fear, pain!

He wanted to wail, but the air in his lungs only drove more blood to gush out of his throat, and the more he did this, the sharper and deeper the pain from his soul became.

The more he struggled, the more painful he became, and the more he suffered, the happier Vilania became.

Watching the elves look of fear and pain in the endless torment, his gaze changed from hatred at the beginning to a request for relief, and every moment of change made Vilania extremely happy.

This is what will happen to you, the future of those who insult me and look down on me!

"Good performance, but no vision. The textured hoarse voice was very low, and it sounded abruptly in all directions of the space, causing the woman to immediately stop laughing maniacally.

"Master!" the guardian of the net fell to one knee facing the altar, burying his proud head deep in his chest in fear.

Almost at the same time, beneath the dying elf, the blood-infested circle bloomed with a dazzling green glow, and as the chaotic power gradually rose and converged, a translucent blurred phantom appeared on the other side of the altar.

The scarlet scythe seemed to have a long tongue extending from the horned skull, and as Satel swung forward, the sacrificial elf was completely denied.

However, he was not relieved, and wisps of miserable white light surged up from him, converging in the air into the general appearance of an elf, and in endless horror and wailing, he was completely swallowed by Ursaleus.

"Only endless torture should be their destination!"

PS: Ursaleth Headwind Reaper's appearance references Mage's Tower Challenge: Spine of Sin