Azeroth Trail of Light

The Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament is still in full swing. Today is the last day of the preliminaries. According to common sense, today's confrontation is also the most intense and exciting. Early in the morning, the entire tent area is completely empty. Down, everyone ran to watch the gladiatorial fight.

But this wonderful gladiatorial match has nothing to do with Dick and his party, they have more important things to do now.

Delaris walked in front of the team silently. He looked as if he had suffered a serious blow, and his whole body was bent down. In fact, it was true. In the ruins of the black mist, he knew with his own hands The ancient soul that was sealed in the body of the fear demon, that soul told him all the secrets before it dissipated.

He was horrified to find that, as Dick had said, the suffering that the Syndra elves had suffered for thousands of years was really like a joke!

They were played by a demon, the succubus leader named Cynthia. The moment the seal was released, this powerful succubus tore through the space and fled. Even Kael'thas and Dick couldn't keep her, although It is not yet known whether Syndra's abandonment of the plan to travel east has anything to do with this succubus, but one thing is certain.

The demons never gave up their peeps on Syndra, and they succeeded at least once, and that time completely cut off the last hope of the Syndra elves.

But there was a hint of excitement on Delaris' slightly confused face!

Yes, he followed Kael'thas to Quel'Thalas, and saw the miracle tree Arkando, which was only recorded on the best preserved ancient scroll in Eldre'Thalas, and felt it for himself. Arrived at the kind of magic that is soft and does not cause any burden on the body.

So far, he really believed in Kael'thas and Dick.

Especially after having an open and honest conversation, he understood Kael'thas' worries. After all, Akando's information was classified as top-secret information during Azshara's time, and there were only Ayre's Salas' secret guards in the whole world. Only those who know how to correctly cultivate this miracle tree.

This is also the reason why Delaris sneaked into Eldesalas secretly with Dick and Kael'thas.

He found the light of salvation that he had been looking for, and that was the only way out that the clansmen could see, even though the Shandris Feathermoon guide told him that the moonwell of the night elves could also satisfy the clansmen. The desire for magic power, but because of the agreement 7000 years ago, Delaris believed in Quel'Thalas more.

Go this way, don't touch the ancient archer statue!

Holding an exquisite stone crescent key in his hand, Delaris pointed to rows of night elf archer sculptures of various shapes from ancient times, and said to the people behind him, That statue was taken by the polymaths. It has been transformed, and it will attack if you touch it at will. Back then, we relied on these sculptures to repel the savage ogres who wanted to invade the inner city.

Dick nodded knowingly. Looking back, he saw that there was only an abandoned palace blocking him, and then the territory of the Gordok Ogre Kingdom was outside. The Syndra Elf who hides the moon gate, he asked curiously,

Are you going to let those ogres occupy your former city? No matter how poor Syndra is, she won't be unable to deal with a group of ogres, right?

Delaris' movements did not stop, and he replied casually,

Why do we need to expel them? Those ogres occupy the outskirts of the city, just enough to separate us from the outside world. The polymaths even deliberately left some easy-to-understand tomes in the ruins when they evacuated. Guide those ogres to develop faster, the stronger they are, the safer we will be.

Das scratched his head, and Demeter was a little confused, he asked,

Then you are not afraid that those ogres will attack you after they become stronger?

Don't be afraid! They can't find it here!

Delaris finished a series of complicated positioning work, bit his thumb, dripped blood on the crescent key, and gently placed it in the depression of the wall. With the faint starlight shining, a circle of arched silver symbols The text appeared on the wall, it was a gorgeous, mysterious light, and the eyes of Kael'thas and Jaina were full of splendor. The arrangement and combination were completely novel. This was a strange rune magic that even they had never seen before. .

Actually, what you said before was wrong!

Standing in the starlight, Delaris looked back at Dick who was also a little surprised, This door can only be opened by the orthodox descendants of Syndra, so even if you find the lost crescent key, you can't open this door.

After the starlight and rune light dissipated, a mahogany gate that allowed three people to enter and exit together appeared in front of everyone. The gate was engraved with golden lines on the advice of the Syndra elves during the Azshara period.

Power exists only in knowledge, and knowledge is priceless

This sentence is perfectly in line with the consistent tradition of the Syndra elves. In the game, Syndra is a hidden force that few people know. After helping them kill the crazy prince, the reputation of those polymaths will be unlocked. Compared with other forces that need all kinds of strategic materials and even gold coins, all these bookish guys need are books!

All kinds of books! Those who can bring them hidden books from all over the world will have their rewards.

The reward is the book!

But the real ashes of the old know the value of these books. These ancient tomes contain advanced skills of each profession, so for real players, Syndra's reputation is very valuable in a certain period of time , although most people don't know that there is a special force deep in the copy of Dire Maul.

Dick shook his head, shook out these worthless memories, and followed Delaris into the door.

He thought he had seen too many tragedies, but when he really stepped into the interior of Eresalas, the demonic breath that made him sick, as well as those Syndra elves like walking dead, still made him feel sick. Dick froze in place, and others were also froze.

My God. This place is a living hell.

Velinde stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of her. She couldn't help muttering to herself, while Delaris took off his helmet and looked at his compatriots with despair and sadness.

Judging from the furnishings of the hall that entered the gate, it should have been a magnificent palace, but now, there is only a piece of dirty wreckage left here, those elves who are as skinny as Dellaris and skeletons, aimlessly Some wandered in the hall, and more people collapsed in the corners. Apart from the heaving of their chests, there was almost no evidence to prove that they were alive. Those corpses that died in despair exuded a disgusting smell, but no one cleaned them up. .

Their faces are full of numbness. Even if they are tripped by something under their feet, they will still struggle to stand up and continue to wander aimlessly. The magic power mixed with evil energy completely destroys the will of these elves, their appearance and morality. Laris is no different, but this warrior still has his own soul, and their souls have long since dissipated. Under the empty shell, there is cowardice and despair that lingers on.

Farther away, there are some rational Syndra elves gathered around the two blue crystal towers on the withered grass, greedily absorbing the evil magic power emanating from the crystal towers. There is no trace of the existence of reason, and it is really like a beast fighting for food.

Even the rough dragon man and the indifferent green dragon couldn't bear to look at this vivid scene of purgatory on earth. They turned their heads away, but wherever they looked, there were vivid expressions of despair.

We would be where we are without Sunwell and Arkando.

Kael'thas took a deep breath. The Sun King had once imagined the most desperate moment, but when he really entered the interior of Elesalas, he realized that his imagination was still too poor. After the Well of Eternity was blown up, the Highborne, who had become accustomed to the magic power flowing through their bodies, frightened him by the tragedy after losing the real source of magic power.

He felt sober from the bottom of his heart, and he was even more grateful to the far-sighted King Dath'Rema back then. If he hadn't had the courage to break with the Kaldorei and lead his people to the unknown continent, I'm afraid the current Sin'dorei elves would be more powerful than these Sin'dorei elves. Della Genie is not much better.

Come with me, my friend. These elves were expelled from Torsedrin. Although the polymaths fought hard, the hunger for magic has broken their will, and they are hopeless.

Delaris looked at his compatriots with an almost cold attitude, gritted his teeth, held the broken blade in his hand, and strode into the white stone palace in the distance.

Dick sighed, and followed Delaris over. The always bold dragonman became silent a lot after entering this place. Although he didn't want to admit it, this place really made him feel horrified, a kind of A thriller of distortion, silence, and despair, which, as a fighter, he hated.

The palace in front can be called a city. It is a layered, three-story giant city. It can be seen that this is where ordinary Syndra elves live. As for the more mysterious polymaths, they live in the most ancient city. In the secret room hall below, they guard the ancient knowledge and maintain the normal operation of the 7 magic towers.

It can be said that the true Syndra heritage, the essence of this faction that has suffered for thousands of years, is located in the underground hall of mystery. However, Syndra's will was on the verge of collapse, but their social organization was not destroyed, which has to be said to be a miracle.

That's Twistwood Town (fiction), the last gathering place of the Syndra elves who can barely hold on, and those Syndra ancient spirits who gave up their bodies.

Standing at the entrance of the palace, Delaris pointed to the figures on the second floor of the palace who could still see the activities, They are living hard under the leadership of the mayor of Kaledis, who is an ancient spirit, but they are only alive. That's not where we're going, follow me, we'll go straight to the Mystery Hall!

The Syndra warrior withdrew his gaze, and he strode down the steps. On the tall city wall, he could still vaguely see the glory of Syndra in those days. The warrior sculptures handed down from ancient times stood in front of the gate. But it was already covered with moss, and a huge ancient war tree stood in front of the door leading to the mysterious hall. Even the form of this natural essence was distorted by the magic energy.

Violence and anger that should not exist came from the ancient war tree, but after Delaris showed the crescent key with blood in his hand, the erected branches of the ancient war tree creaked again The voice slowly came down, and the path leading to the mysterious hall was opened.

Knight Dick, His Majesty Kael'thas, Torsedrin and his servants are at the end of the hall of mysteries. I will take you to meet the polymaths first.

Delaris pushed open the door, he looked at Dick and Kael'thas with a special color in his eyes,

The polymaths do not belong to Torsedrin's rule. They are famous among the common people. If they can be persuaded, we only need to face Torsedrin and his evil servants. But Immortar, the demon The magic of it runs deep into our bones, and we can't handle it.

So... please help us!