Dire Maul's Gladiator competition 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 camp area was completely empty, and everyone ran to watch the wrestling.
But this exciting gladiatorial match has nothing to do with Dick and his team. They have more important things to do now.
Delaris walked silently in front of the team. He looked as if he had suffered a severe blow. His originally upright body was stooped. In fact, this was indeed the case. At Blackmist Ruins, he personally understood the ancient soul sealed in Shivarra's body. Before that soul dissipated, he told him all the secrets.
He was horrified to discover that, as Dick said, the suffering Shen'dralar Elf had suffered for thousands of years was really like a joke!
They were played by a Demon, led by Succubus named Cynthia. The moment the seal was released, this powerful Succubus tore open the space and escaped. Even Kael'thas and Dick couldn't keep her. Although it's not known whether Shen'dralar Elf's plan to abandon the eastward journey has anything to do with this Succubus, one thing is certain.
Demon have never given up peeking at Shen'dralar, and they succeeded at least once, which completely cut off Shen'dralar Elf's last hope.
But Delaris has a little bit of excitement on Confusion's face!
Yes, he followed Kael'thas to Quel'Thalas, and saw in front of him the Miracle Tree Arcan'dor that was only recorded in the best-preserved ancient scrolls of Eldre'Thalas. He personally felt the Arcane Power that was gentle and would not put any burden on the body.
Only then did he truly believe in Kael'thas and Dick.
Especially after a frank conversation, he understood Kael'thas's worries. After all, Arcan'dor's information was classified as top secret during the Azshara period. Only Watchers who knew Eldre'Thalas's secrets in the whole world knew how to properly cultivate this kind of Miracle Tree.
This is also the reason why Delaris, along with Dick and Kael'thas, secretly infiltrated Eldre'Thalas.
He found the light of Redemption that he had been looking for. It was the only way out that the tribesmen could see. Although the Shandris·Feathermoon explainer told him, Night Elf's Moonwell can also satisfy the people's desire for Arcane Power, but due to the agreement made 7000 years ago, Delaris has more reason to believe in Quel'Thalas.
"Go this way and don't touch the Ancient Archer statue!"
Delaris held an exquisite stone Crescent Moon Key in his hand, pointed at the rows of Night Elf shooter sculptures of different shapes from ancient times around him, and said to the person behind him, "Then The statues have been modified by the Lorekeepers, and they will attack if touched at will. We relied on these sculptures to repel the barbaric Ogres who wanted to invade the Inner City area."
Dick nodded clearly. He looked back and saw that there was only an abandoned Palace in the way. Beyond that was the territory of the Gor'dok Ogre Kingdom. Paladin looked at Shen'dralar Elf who was busy using Crescent Moon Key to find the hidden moon door on the wall. He asked curiously,
"Are you just going to let those Ogres occupy your former Citys? No matter how depressed Shen'dralars are, they won't be able to deal with a group of Ogres, right?"
Delaris's movements did not stop, and he answered casually,
"Why are we expelling? Those Ogre occupy the outer City, which can separate us from the outside world. When the Lorekeepers even evacuated, they deliberately left some simple and easy-to-understand books in the ruins to guide those Ogres to develop faster. The stronger they are, the safer we are."
Das scratched his head. Demitier was also a little confused. He asked,
"Then aren't you afraid that those Ogre will attack you when they become stronger?"
"Don't be afraid! They can't find it here!"
Delaris completed a series of complex positioning tasks, bit his thumb, dripped blood on Crescent Moon Key, and gently placed it in the depression of the wall. With the faint starlight shining, a circle of arched silver Runes appeared on A gorgeous, mysterious light appeared on the wall, which made Kael'thas and Jaina's eyes sparkle again and again. It was a completely novel arrangement and combination. This was a strange Runes magic that even they had never seen before.
"Actually, what you said before was wrong!"
Delaris, standing in the starlight, looked back at Dick, who was also a little surprised, "Only the orthodox descendants of Shen'dralar can open this door, so even if you find the lost Crescent Moon Key, you will not be able to open this door."
After the starlight and Runes light dissipated, a wall of Redwood Great Door that could allow three people to enter and exit together appeared in front of everyone. The Great Door was engraved with golden lines on the Azshara period, Shen'dralar Elf and Admonition.
"Power only exists in knowledge, and knowledge is priceless"
This sentence perfectly fits the tradition of Shen'dralar Elf. In the game, Shen'dralar is a secret force that few people know. After helping them kill the crazy Prince, the reputation of those Lorekeeper will be opened. Compared with other forces that require various strategic materials and even gold coins, these book-loving guys only need books!
All kinds of books! Anyone who can bring them some secret books from all over the world will be rewarded by them.
The prize is still a book!
But the real old ashes all know how precious these books are. These ancient tomes contain advanced skills for each profession, so for real players, at a certain period, the reputation of Shen'dralar is very valuable, although most people don't know that there is a special force deep in the copy of Dire Maul.
Dick shook his head, throwing these worthless memories out of his mind, and followed Delaris into the door.
He thought he had seen too many tragedies, but when he actually stepped inside Eldre'Thalas, the smell of Demon that made him sick, and those Shen'dralar Elfs that were like Risen's walking flesh, still made Dick stunned in place. Others were also stunned.
"Oh my god... here... here is Hell."
Velinde stared at the scene in front of her in stunned silence. She couldn't help mumbling to herself, while Delaris took off Helm and looked at her compatriots with Despair and Sorrow eyes.
Judging from the furnishings in the hall entering Great Door, this should have been a gorgeous Palace, but now, there is only a dirty Remains left here. Those Elf who are as skinny as Delaris and like Skeleton are wandering aimlessly in the hall, and more people are lying in the corner. Apart from the ups and downs of their chests, there is almost no evidence that they are alive. The corpses that died in Despair exude a disgusting smell, but no one cleans them up.
Their faces were full of numbness. Even if they tripped over something under their feet, they would still struggle to stand up and continue to wander aimlessly. Arcane Power mixed with Fel completely destroyed the will of these Elf. Their appearance and There is no difference between Delaris, but this Warrior still has its own soul after all, and their... their souls have long since dissipated. Under the empty body, there are Cowardice and Despair of Lingering on in Desperation.
Farther away, there are some rational Shen'dralar Elf gathered around the two blue Crystal towers on the withered grassland, greedily absorbing the evil Demon power emitted by the Crystal towers. There is also no trace of rationality on their faces. They really look like wild beasts competing for food.
Even the rugged Drakonid and the indifferent Green Dragon couldn't bear to look at this living scene of hell on earth. They turned their heads away, but wherever they looked, they saw the vivid embodiment of Despair.
"Without Sunwell and Arcan'dor... we would be like this."
Kael'thas took a deep breath. This Sun King had thought of the most Despair moments, but when he actually entered the inside of Eldre'Thalas, he realized that his imagination was still too poor. After Well of Eternity was blown up, he was used to Highborne flowing through his body with Arcane Power. The tragic situation after losing the real source of Arcane Power scared him.
He sincerely felt sober, and was even more grateful to the far-sighted late king Dath'Remar. If he had not broken up with Kaldorei, Courage, and led his people to the unknown continent with determination, I am afraid that the current Sin'dorei Elf would not be much better than these Shen'dralar Elf.
"Follow me, friend, these Elf... they were expelled by Prince Tortheldrin. Although the Lorekeepers tried their best to fight, their hunger for Arcane Power has defeated their will, and they are hopeless."
Delaris looked at his compatriots with an almost cold attitude, gritted his teeth, held Broken Blade in his hand, and strode into the white stone Palace in the distance.
Dick sighed and followed Delaris. Drakonid, who had always been bold, became a lot quieter after entering this place. Although he didn't want to admit it, this place did make him feel horrified, a kind of horror mixed with distortion, silence and Despair. As a Warrior, he hated this feeling.
The Palace in front can be called a City. It is a layered, three-story giant City. It can be seen that this is an ordinary Shen'dralar Elf. As for the more mysterious Lorekeepers, they live in the Secret Chamber hall at the bottom. They guard the ancient knowledge and maintain the normal operation of the seven Arcane Power Towers.
It can be said that the true Shen'dralar inheritance, the most Essence part of this force that has suffered for thousands of years, is located in the underground Hall of Secrets. However, the Shen'dralar's will is on the verge of collapse, but their social organization has not been destroyed, which has to be said to be a miracle.
"That is the final gathering place for Twistedwood Town (a fabrication), Shen'dralar Elf who can barely hold on, and those Shen'dralar Ancient Spirit who gave up their bodies."
Delaris stood at the entrance of the Palace, pointing to the figures on the second floor of the Palace who could still see movement and said, "They are living hard under the leadership of Mayor Kaledis who is Ancient Spirit, but they are just living. That is not where we are going. Come with me, we will go directly to Hall of Secrets!"
Shen'dralar Warrior withdrew his gaze, and he strode down the steps. On this tall city wall, you can still vaguely see the glory of Shen'dralar. Rows of Warrior sculptures handed down from ancient times are erected in front of the door., but it was covered with moss, and a huge Ancient of War stood in front of the Great Door that led to Hall of Secrets. Even this natural and pure form was distorted by Fel Energy.
The smell of violence and Anger that shouldn't exist came from this Ancient of War, but after Delaris showed Crescent Moon Key with blood stains in his hand, Ancient of War's already erected branches slowly lowered with an unpleasant creaking sound, and gave way to the road to Hall of Secrets.
"Knight Dick, Kael'thas His Majesty, Prince Tortheldrin and his servants are at the end of Hall of Secrets... I will take you to see Lorekeeper first."
Delaris pushed Great Door away, and there was a special color in his eyes when he looked at Dick and Kael'thas.
"Lorekeeper does not belong to the rule of Prince Tortheldrin. They have a good reputation among the civilians. If we can convince them, we will only have to face Prince Tortheldrin and his Evil servants. But Immol'thar, that Demon's Arcane Power is deeply rooted in our bones, and we cannot deal with it."
"So... please help us!"