"Is Suramar City in danger?" Robbie asked curiously.
Xavius looked cautious, his voice trembling with fear. "Someone described Suramar City to me. It's not just dangerous, it's a truly terrifying abyss, a place of endless pleasure and depravity, a horrible Abyss."
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Xavius said with a look of fear, "Besides their loyalty to their mates, the Night Elf race have no restraint in other pleasures. In Suramar City, you can enjoy everything your senses can touch. If you want to have countless beauties, you can enter a virtual dream world, which is said to be even more real than the Emerald Dream. Just thinking about it is terrifying."
After saying that, Xavius shook his head repeatedly, his eyes filled with fear and his face darkening. "Anyway, I would rather die than go to Suramar City. I know I can't resist that temptation. I still want to pursue the mysteries of magic."
This Xavius, instead of taking the risks himself, has the audacity to incite others.
Robbie shook his head, shrugged, and said, "Tell me how to resist temptation."
Xavius presented a transparent Magic Scroll made of flowing light.
Robbie unfurled the Magic Scroll and carefully read its contents.
The Magic Scroll records a very complex spell that can minimize the body's sensory stimulation from the outside world, allowing one to view all temptations with the calmest mind and achieve a transcendent state of spiritual Transcendence.
Regardless of the changing world, my heart remains as calm as an ancient well.
Simply put, it's the Sage Mode .
In Sage Mode, one can concentrate fully on anything and achieve a state of unparalleled focus, and is also immune to mind-based magic. The mages of Azshara have been researching Sage Mode, calling it the best casting state.
The Magic Scroll describes a method to Sage Mode using Holy Light.
Queen Azshara's analysis suggests that Sage Mode with Holy Light is more effective than Arcane or Fel, indicating that this book is the culmination of the Queen's hard work and wisdom with many mages.
After reading the Magic Scroll, Robbie pondered it carefully. He had always been a calm person with good rationality and logical analysis skills, and the Sage Mode was very suitable for him.
"There's one more thing," Robbie said, looking at Xavius, "I need to understand the High Archmage Elisande."
Xavius looked at Robbie in surprise, his eyes sparkling with a smile, the corners of his mouth curving upwards, and he praised him repeatedly:
"Well done, as expected of my good friend. High Archmage Elisande is a rare beauty, tall, dignified, and gentle. She is still unmarried, and many Highborne speculate that she seeks a love that transcends species. I think you have a great chance."
A black line appeared on Robbie's forehead. "That's not how it is. I need to understand her strength and prepare in advance. I've heard she's quite knowledgeable about time."
Xavius immediately became serious:
"Elisande's ability to speed up or slow down time, and even reset clocks within a certain area, was a reward bestowed upon her by Her Majesty the Queen, and not her area of research. Elisande's true contribution lies in her research into the mysteries of the Night Elf's body."
"Study on the body?" Robbie asked with curiosity.
Xavius said in a boastful tone:
"We Night Elves are immune to all diseases and live forever, not solely because of the magic of the Well of Eternity. The Well of Eternity is merely the source of power; the key lies in how we use this power. Elisande and her team have researched day and night for hundreds of years to gradually perfect the method of using the magic of the Well of Eternity to achieve immortality. As long as magic exists, we can live forever. Without Elisande, the Night Elves could not have achieved their current glory."
Wow, Elisande is something else! Robbie warned himself that he had to be careful on this trip to Suramar.
Suramar City.
Prince Farondis was sincere, with pure eyes, and possessed an innocent and lively nature devoid of guile.
In contrast, Malfurion was scheming and sinister, silently praying to Elune with his eyes closed, his eyes darting around nervously.
Rhonin observed the two with a cold eye. Having grown up in the treacherous human society and risen to prominence in the cutthroat world of Dalaran, Rhonin deeply understood human nature and social dynamics. Although he could be stubborn at times, he was not ignorant of them.
Prince Farondis possesses immense magical power; even his Guardian Medivh is likely no match for him.
Unfortunately, strength and temperament are two different paths of growth. As an outsider, Rhonin could tell that when it came to cunning and trickery, Farondis was no match for the seasoned Malfurion.
What puzzled Rhonin was how Malfurion could convince Farondis. Being simple-minded doesn't mean being brainless. A powerful mage must have no problem with judgment and analysis, so how could he be so easily deceived?
Having finished his prayer to the Moon Goddess, Malfurion opened his eyes, his expression devout and solemn. He waved his hand and said, "Prince Farondis, I understand why you've come. The Moon Goddess has told me everything."
Farondis looked astonished. This was magic that could read minds; even Queen Azshara couldn't do it. The Elune was simply too powerful.
Farondis carefully sensed the surrounding magic, finding no change whatsoever, he grew increasingly amazed. The spellcasting was seamless, the power was wondrous and imperceptible to mortals, and the ability was incomprehensible and beyond comprehension.
Elune, is indeed a great deity.
Farondis bowed respectfully. "I humbly request guidance from the Elune."
Malfurion nodded solemnly, saying bitterly, "Suramar City is a den of iniquity, filled with base desires and pleasures, a filthy and defiled place. As the saying goes, don't place a beautiful pearl in front of Furbolg, lest it be defiled by them. This is not a place to discuss matters."
After a moment's thought, Malfurion seemed to suddenly remember something:
"By the way, there's a woodland northeast of Suramar City called the Crimson Thicket, a gathering place for the worshippers of the Moon Goddess, a sacred abode. How about we go there to discuss this?"
"Okay, okay!"
Prince Farondis, eager to know the answer to Azshara's question, agreed without hesitation.
The three quickly left Suramar City and entered the Crimson Thicket in the northeast. Prince Farondis was in a hurry and used magic to carry them along the way.
Before long, they came to the center of the Crimson Thicket, where there was a small settlement of Night Elves with a Moonwell in the center.
"Prince Farondis, how much do you know about the Moonwell?" Malfurion asked.
Farondis scratched his head. He didn't know much about the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, so he could only say, "Please enlighten me, Your Excellency."
Malfurion scooped up a bowl of water and said reverently, "This is the crystallization of the Moon Goddess's power, the greatest miracle in the world, symbolizing the Moon Goddess walking among mortals. The well water can heal the wounds of us Night Elf race."
Farondis disagreed. If it was just about healing, the magic of the Well of Eternity could do the same thing, and it would be even more convenient and faster to use.
Malfurion, seeing that Farondis remained unmoved, continued, "Elune, told us that there are seventy-eight thousand worms in a bowl of water, which demonstrates the great wisdom of the Moon Goddess."
Farondis had something to say about this. He felt it necessary to spread knowledge to his people and dispel ignorance, explaining, "Those are not insects, but tiny microorganisms, completely different creatures from insects."
Malfurion presented the bowl to Farondis:
"Prince, you have been deceived. Lies have blinded you to the truth of the world. You are pitiful living in falsehood and illusion. You need enlightenment."