Silvermoon City, the splendor of Quel'Thalas, the shining pearl of the High Elves. For a long time, Lanloth, as a good law-abiding young man, had never seen such a dim and narrow space in Silvermoon City except for the murder trail.

However, today I have seen it.

The walls on all four sides were inscribed with countless intricate and profound incantations, driven by magic, shining with subtle brilliance, and this brought a rare light to Lanloth sitting in it, but it was not the only one.

Behind him, an iron door made of thumb-thick metal railings blocked his way, and the dim glow of the magic device barely illuminated the empty corridor.

To be honest, with the extraordinary power of Lanloth's demonic form, it was not difficult to tear open this iron door with his bare hands, and the magic array that could spread from the walls to the ceiling and floor completely sealed Lanloth's control of the magic power, and even his own strength and perception were weakened to the extreme.

What's even more frustrating is that as soon as Lanloth steps out of the circular gap under his feet, the spells that are ready to fire will immediately attack him.

Even if he encounters a miracle and frees the arcane prison here, the spells attached to the iron door are extremely lethal and will bring with him a large number of prison guards and arcane patrolmen.

With such tight protection, even legendary strength cannot escape.

The most magical prison in Quel'Salas, he never dreamed he would be living here. Luckily, Silvermoon's dungeons have a well-developed air circulation and garbage removal system, so at least there are no odors and disgusting excrement accumulations.

Thinking of this, a helpless wry smile appeared on Lanlos's face, and the fingers of his right hand kept caressing the dense scars on his left arm. The priest healed his wounds, but there was no way to give him cosmetic surgery. After all, the destructive power contained in the evil energy that was enough to tear apart the legion's spaceship was not as simple as an ordinary sword split.

Just as Lanlos was using his sense of touch to trace the scars on his body over and over again, the sound of imperceptible footsteps suddenly appeared outside the iron gate: "It is ironic that the hero of Quel'Salas would fall into such a fate. ”

The cold voice was released very slowly, and at the same time, it seemed low, and at the same time, it transmitted an extremely dangerous aura to the surroundings.

But inside the iron gate, Lanros, who was facing the shadows, showed a faint smile: "I didn't expect that in addition to the priest and the guards, I could still see you here, Sylvanas." ”

As the visitor walked outside the iron gate, the tall figure became clear, the pale blonde hair swayed at the back of her head, and the wisps of bangs on her forehead added a bit of freedom to her face. In fact, that beautiful and chic face does not need to continue to add points.

"I heard you're blind, so I came to take a look. As if sensing that his words weren't in his usual style, Sylvanas added, "See if you're up to the position of advisor." ”

Without looking back, Lanloth still hid his face and scarred arms in the shadows: "Then it looks like I'm going to break my promise." ”

Hearing the helplessness in the other party's words, Sylvanas removed his searching gaze from the flawless iron door and slowly converged on the other party's back. Despite the dimness of her vision, with the glimmer of the Imprisonment Spell, she was able to catch the hideous scar on the left side of the other man's neck.

At this moment, both of them fell silent.

Just when Lanlos thought that the other party had left, Sylvanas's cold voice sounded again: "Turn around." ”

After a pause, Lan Luos shook his head slightly: "Ha, my current appearance is very spicy." ”

"Aren't you invisible? How do you know? Besides, you know what the consequences of rejecting me are. Sylvanas clasped his hands to his chest, and the momentum of inviolability came like a rolling wave.

Lanlos was silent for a while, and a helpless smile flashed on his face: "Tut, I can't afford to provoke it." ”

Having said that, Lanlos still followed the other party's wish and slowly turned sideways.

Without the cover of blood and dirt, Lanloth's current appearance is even more terrifying.

Not to mention the snake-shaped scar on the body, the key is the face, the skin and flesh around the eye sockets are still wrapped in a pitch-black color, almost integrated with the empty eyes, I don't know if it's an illusion, I can vaguely see a green streamer shuttling in it.

The evil energy was completely integrated into the flesh and blood, and even if Lanloth knew about this chaotic energy, he still couldn't get rid of it. As for healing, I'm afraid that even the legendary profession may not be able to restore his appearance.

Besides, he didn't know where to go to find a legendary healer at this time in time.

Sylvanas's hand hidden under his armpit suddenly clenched into a fist, and her blue eyes kept fluttering, and it was obvious that Lanros's appearance made her heart tremble.

Of course, she wasn't scared or disgusted, but angry at the meeting taking place at the Tower of Sunrage: "Those bastards of the Silvermoon Council!"

Hearing the other party's sudden outburst of angry scolding, Lan Luoston was stunned in place, and before he could react, Sylvanas leaned forward slightly, and his original power completely disappeared, and his voice became much softer.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you out of here. Lanloth, you are a hero, not a prisoner. ”

Although he couldn't see it, Kelan Luo could imagine the other party's friendly face, and inexplicable relief surged from the bottom of his heart, making the corners of his mouth can't help but curl up slightly: "Wow, so touching?

"You were originally my man. Seeing that the other party was still looking like this, Sylvanas also relieved his heart, blinked playfully, and then simply turned away neatly, "No one can imprison my advisor without my consent, you better clean up now." ”

Sylvanas moved quickly, and almost as soon as the words fell, Lanros could no longer hear her footsteps, and just as he shook his head lightly and prepared to continue into the shadows, his expression suddenly froze.

"What a good girl. "The magnetic voice is very charming, low and hoarse, just by the voice, Lan Los can be sure that the other party is definitely an out-and-out handsome uncle.

Outside the iron gate, a slender high elf appeared at some point, her long silver-white hair neatly groomed, hanging down to her waist like a waterfall. Similarly, his elongated eyebrows and beard at his chin have the same silvery-white hue.

This made him look weathered, and his blue eyes were full of vicissitudes and wisdom because of it.

The only downside was probably that on that handsome face, a claw mark that was supposed to be some kind of beast appeared on the left cheekbone of his face. But this kind of imperfection adds a bit of fortitude and a bit of ruthlessness to this high elf.

"I don't think we have seen it. "Lanloth is out of sight, but he has the Sagritan Keystone, and he's sure he's never crossed paths with before.

"Ah, I was negligent on that point. Sensing the displeasure in the other party's words, the elf hurriedly eased the atmosphere with laughter, and then bowed to Lanlos very respectfully. Although the latter has lost his vision, he has not lost his manners.

In fact, Lanlos could indeed sense his movements, but before he could let down his guard, the other party's next words made him freeze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

"It's an honor to meet you, Lanlos, and you can call me, Crassus. ”

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The Tower of the Sunrage, because of Aurelia's stepping forward, almost exploded in the main hall. Watching the High Elves fight each other, Anastarian had no idea of picking up the pieces.

The old king just kept rubbing his eyebrows, and his face was absent-minded.

On the side, Magnus, who was moving away from the strife with a posture that didn't care about himself, was suddenly stunned, and then slowly walked to the elven king's side under the vigilant gaze of the silencer.

"Your Majesty......"

Closed eyes opened a slit, and the melancholy in Anastarian's eyes grew stronger when he saw Magnus nodding to himself. A heavy sigh echoed through the hall, quieting everyone down.

"Combined with the crime of Lanlos, I declare that he will be deprived of his nobility and political rights, and exiled forever, with immediate execution!"