In the center of the crescent-shaped staircase, two columns lined up with large areas of fissures, one of which even broke directly from the middle.

The spring that used to be a trickle of water had dried up for a long time, and the bottom of the pool was even covered with thick dust, and the mage sculptures holding the staff on both sides had been shattered extensively, rendering the entire room desolate and dilapidated.

Seeing that the hall of the secret magic meeting in his memory had become so dilapidated, Lan Luos fell silent.

Ignoring Terrey and Antonidas, he slowly stepped up the steps with heavy steps, his palm gently caressing the curved wall, feeling the magic that remained on it and the scratches left by various weapons, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

Nearly 20 years have passed since the Battle of Karazhin. In that battle, Magnus Manastorm, the oldest and most powerful member of the Council of Tiris, was exiled by the Guardian Medivan by demonic bewitchment.

At this point, the relationship between the Guardians and the major spellcaster organizations in Azeroth has dropped to a freezing point, the diplomatic mission of the Violet Eye has returned to its original point, and the reputation of the entire Council of Tirisfa has plummeted.

Over the years, the only thing that has brought the Tirisfa Council into the eyes of the world is the news of the mysterious deaths or disappearances of the high-ranking councilors.

Among them, the biggest sensation was the invasion of the secret law society stronghold by the demon army.

The open hall was covered with shards of masonry and dust, and the corners were even covered with sturdy cobwebs. The floor was scorched black, and the smell of demonic sulfur was faint, but it still permeated the air.

The appearance of the demon shocked the entire Dalaran, and at the same time, it also meant that the stronghold of the Arcane Dharma Society had completely fallen.

Arriving in the middle of the hall, Lanlos slowly crouched down, swept away the dust, and pulled out a small codex from the pile of worn-out books scattered on the floor.

Casually flipping through the middle, Juanxiu's familiar notes met Lan Luos's eyes.

Today, Verin has brought a special guest, a mage who wields demonic powers. ’

I hated the Hagarim brothers, but this time, I was on their side. ’

'What are you kidding?' Dealing with demons with demonic powers, we're the Council of Tiris, we have the oldest arcane knowledge and powers, and if we can't deal with the Burning Legion, what qualifications does a young mage corrupted by evil power have to take our place?'

'Why does Verin believe in him so much?' No, I have to show him the true face of this evil mage!'

Memories were stirred up by words, and the face of the female High Elf who had always been scrutinizing and wary of himself gradually appeared in front of Lanros's eyes.

By the time he came back to his senses, he had unconsciously turned to the second half of the codex.

None of us expected that Magnus had fallen...... The parliament has been dealt a serious blow......

What's even funnier is that it was the elven man who saved us from my despised slight. ’

'He paid the price with his life and showed me what it means to be steadfast and unyielding......

I would like to apologize to him if I have the chance. And, Verin, where the hell have you been?'

After a pause, Lanloth flipped down quickly, and in the last few pages, the handwriting became more and more sloppy, making it even illegible for Lanloth.

Turning directly to the last page, the elven mage was stunned.

On the page, the dried blood was deep in it.

'They're coming......

"By the time we get rid of these demons, there will be no survivors left in the Secret Festival. Behind him, the archmage stepped forward slowly, and the broken window blew in a bleak cold wind, completely disrupting his gray beard, "We buried all the victims, but for the convenience of evidence, we have preserved the traces and appearance of this place. ”

Closing the Codex with force, Lanlos didn't speak, but carefully tucked it into his pocket.

"There are also several demons in Violet Prison, and I can arrange for you to question them face-to-face if you need them. ”

"No need. Shaking his head, Lanlos slowly got up, his hoarse voice sounding as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant, "I already have a rough idea of what happened." ”

Looking at the young elf's side face, the archmage's eyes flickered.

Lanloth, since the Karazhan turmoil, this name is well-known in spellcaster circles. After only a short time as a member of the Tirisfa Council, he was able to step up to the occasion when the High Councilors were powerless and helped the Guardians successfully banish the fallen Magnus.

As for how this news came to be known to them, don't underestimate Dalaran's intelligence-gathering capabilities.

Everyone thought he was dead, and it was a miracle that such a novice spellcaster could stop a legendary archmage at the cost of his life, but now, he reappeared as a living person.

And......

Twenty years later, Antonidas remembers the first time he met Lanlos. At that time, the young man was still very weak, and despite his extraordinary powers, the unflapping magic of chaos could easily provoke disgust, even hatred, from others.

But now, the archmage was surprised to find that he was no longer able to spy on this person's power and thoughts from his appearance and demeanor.

Of course, the reason why he chose to meet and assist Lanlos was not only because of this guy's unpredictable strength, but more importantly, because of his identity.

The last man of the Council of Tirisfar.

"What are you going to do next?" said the archmage, straightening his beard.

"Are you trying to recruit me?" Lanros smiled, the corners of his mouth barely curled with self-deprecation, "Why, doesn't Dalaran think that demonic attack was the fall of the members of the Tyrisfa Council?"

Indeed, the Council of Tirisfa, which has a wealth of experience and means to resist demons, would never have been defeated by demons directly from its headquarters if it were not for the human factor. That's what the inhabitants of Dalaran think, and so is Lanloth.

However, he did not believe that it was the fault of one or a group of parliamentarians, that it was a conspiracy of one person, and that he knew that person.

"What happened to the other members of the Tirisfa Council is just too bizarre. Although the other party easily saw through the purpose, the scheming Antonidas did not panic in the slightest, "So far, we still haven't found any clues. ”

"For all the mages, including me, to find out who is behind the whole thing. ”

"And you, the last remaining survivor of the council, and the only hope. ”

"Nope. Lanlos looked up, his blue eyes shining sharply, "It's not just me. ”

After a moment of silence, the archmage frowned slightly, "What do you know?"

"I don't know anything. Surprisingly, Lanloth's denial was so sincere that it was hard to be suspicious, "I just trust my colleagues that they won't be so easily murdered." ”

As misty as it sounded, Lanlos's words brought Antonidas some important news. If what Lanloth said is correct, it means that there are other survivors in the Tirisfa Council, and at the same time, the matter behind the scenes can be regarded as a real hammer.

Perhaps, the elf might even know which organization or person it is.

The wrinkles between his eyebrows deepened, and Antonidas opened his mouth, and was about to continue to ask, but was cut off by the other party first.

"I want to please, Archmage. Turning around, Lanlos's eyes were filled with sincere pleading, "Can I pay my respects to the fallen victims?"

"Of course. Without hesitation, the archmage nodded slightly heavily.