Hall of Secrets, Delaris call it this way. In fact, the Area in the space in front of you far exceeds a hall. It is like the projection of the double-layer Palace above on the ground. It is so vast that it is shocking.
As a basement, its light is not dim. In fact, this hall is probably the only building in the Eldre'Thalas ancient city that has been destroyed by two-thirds, and still maintains the Highborne style. Everything here is estimated to have a history of more than 10,000 years. If the old Dwarves of Brann were placed here, he would probably jump with joy.
This place may be considered a paradise to archaeologists, but Dick feels that it is as cold as a tomb.
For thousands of years, Shen'dralar, even the smartest and most knowledgeable people in the entire world, have sealed themselves in this basement and watched coldly as their compatriots died one after another in Arcane Power including Fel Energy Pain.
It is hard to imagine that this is a decision made by Wisdom creatures, but everyone including Delaris, a rare Warrior, thinks there is nothing wrong with this.
"This is the only reason why Shen'dralar still exists."
Warrior of Shen'dralar leads the way, and those around are responsible for guarding Arcane Power Lighthouse's Arcane Aberrations turned a blind eye to him, probably because of that Crescent Moon Key. Kael'thas and others followed Delaris in silence. After seeing the same scene as Hell just now, no one wanted to speak at this time.
Delaris's voice contained a hint of sorrow and determination. He probably noticed Dick's increasingly cold face, so he explained,
"When every Shen'dralar Elf is born, the first thing we learn is to organize books. In the peaceful years, every Shen'dralar Elf's life is spent on the journey of finding new knowledge. Even when I left, the Bureau The situation has become unbearable, but not even one Elf will destroy it, because this is not only the Shen'dralar and the last Arcane Node, but also our Library."
Delaris Pride pointed at a stone gate not far ahead.
"There, right there, from the time Night Elf was born until now, all the knowledge has been placed there. There is the most Pride treasure house of Shen'dralar, the most magnificent Library in the entire Azeroth."
Kael'thas also explained to others in a low voice,
"Shen'dralar Elf Even back then, Elf Empire was a very mysterious existence. They kept secrets and books for Queen Azshara, and they were called "The Hidden", but Shen'dralar is the real "Lorekeeper" family. More than nine-tenths of the Lorekeepers of the Elf Empire back then came from Eldre'Thalas, even in the craziest period of War of the Ancients, both warring parties tacitly avoided Eldre'Thalas. It is said that Demons coveted the Forbidden Knowledge in this City, but I have seen it in the family secret volume. That is because at that time, Shen'dralar mastered some special spells that could dispel Demon... But that is just a legend after all."
"But one thing is for sure."
Dick breathed a sigh of relief. When Delaris was about to open the door, he joined Kael'thas's discussion. He pointed at the hall behind everyone that was wrapped by Light Screen.
"Shen'dralar has indeed mastered the unknown Arcane Secret and can explore part of the secrets of Demon. Behind that Light Screen is a rare Void Mana Beast Lord, that is Demon, which is rare among the Burning Legion, but it was found by these Shen'dralar. Their mastery of Forbidden Knowledge is far beyond our imagination."
"We're here!"
Delaris gently pushed open the beautifully carved Wooden Door in front of them. Suddenly, the fragrance of book ink spread into everyone's nostrils. Kael'thas and Dick took the lead and walked into the hall, and then stayed where they were. Everyone who walked into Library from the hall was stunned.
Only Delaris, the determined Warrior, had the look of Pride on his face at this time. He glanced at this familiar scene with a nostalgic gaze, and everything he saw was filled with books.
In the exquisite design that is divided into three floors, various books occupy almost every place in the three-floor area. Everyone is on the second floor, and there is a spiral staircase below. There is also a Library that is one-third the size of the hall, and above everyone's heads, there is another place for storing books.
Thousands of exquisite wooden shelves were filled with books made of animal skins, leaves, and paper. They were sorted by age and placed in their proper places. Dick felt as if he was drowning in books. This feeling was far worse than those of Previous Life Library.
No, the places in his memory are far less majestic than the place in front of him. The Staff in Jaina's hand fell to the ground out of shock, and the rude Drakonid Das was also overwhelmed by the power of knowledge at this moment. He was sure that even a tenth of the books here would be enough to crush him into powder.
Too many!
There are also items with great commemorative significance, World Tree Nordrassil's First Fallen Leaf, Azshara's First Bust, First Star Track made by Elf, Bay Laurel when Elune lowered the oracle, and the skull of Demon Lord who died at War of the Ancients. Kael'thas even saw the portrait of his ancestor, Dath'Remar His Majesty, hanging in a corner.
Time is stagnant and chaotic in this place, and there is no sense of chaos at all.
Dick and others were walking here, and even their breathing could not help but slow down. They seemed to be worried about disturbing Tranquility, Demitier and Das. Walking around the bookshelf, they found a book Scroll made of special leather in the area marked "War of the Ancients", signed by their great queen Ysera.
It was a precious antique donated by Green Dragon Queen to Shen'dralar Elf, but it was placed in the middle of the two volumes like the most ordinary book. Das thought it was Shen'dralar Elf showed no respect for the dragon clan, but just when he was about to reach out to Scroll, a tiny flash of lightning struck his hand, making the rude Drakonid take a step back.
Then they saw a white-haired old man Elf Rage wearing a white robe and holding a wooden stick rushing towards them.
"Who are you? Drakonid and Green Dragon, rude fellows! Who allowed you to break into Library! Get out! Immediately! Immediately!"
Dick who heard the sound came over quickly, accompanied by Delaris. When he saw the white-haired old Elf, Warrior of Shen'dralar hurriedly shouted,
"Lydros Uncle, don't be nervous! It's me, Delaris! I'm back!"
This sound made old Elf, who was about to cast a special spell, suddenly turn around. He saw Delaris standing behind Dick, and Rage rushed over.
"Didn't I ask you to leave here! Why are you coming back! You are Heir of Holy Sword, you shouldn't come back here! Shen'dralar has no hope, leave quickly! Before Prince Tortheldrin finds you, leave quickly! Leave here forever, and don't come back again!"
Delaris seemed to respect old Elf. He waited for old Elf to finish speaking, then pointed at Prince Kael'thas and replied in a low voice,
"Lydros Uncle, I see the hope of Shen'dralar. This is the descendant of Lord Dath'Remar who made a covenant with Lord Velinde back then. Kael'thas·Sunstrider, Quel'Thalas Elf's Sun King, they found a way Healing Mana addiction!"
"What? Healing Mana addiction?"
Old Elf blew his beard and glared at the smiling Kael'thas, showing the same disgusted look as when he met a liar. He shook his head, "No, Delaris, my nephew, Mana addiction is It is impossible to be Healing, that is what we must bear...The Cursed also has atonement. When we followed Queen Azshara to open Portal, we were destined to bear all this..."
"Uncle, they found Arcan'dor! It's the story you often told me when I was a kid, Miracle Tree, Arcan'dor that can perfectly harmonize with Arcane Power!"
Delaris grabbed Lydros's arm and said excitedly, "I saw it with my own eyes and felt its Arcane Power. It was very peaceful, so peaceful that it was unexpected! That's true, Uncle, I didn't lie to you!"
"Arcan'dor...Arcan'dor, God, this is impossible!"
Lorekeeper, the white-haired Elf, was a little surprised when he saw Delaris's excitement. He turned around twice while leaning on Staff. Then he gently tapped Wooden Staff on the ground. A few seconds later, another old Mage wearing a white robe stepped over Portal and appeared next to him.
"Lydros, didn't I tell you not to disturb me? Immol'thar's restrictions are getting more and more confusing. I have to seal the monster again before it escapes... Wait, who are you?"
The old Mage who just appeared had Ashen-colored hair and looked like a Lorekeeper. He talked a lot, and then he noticed the stranger next to him. Before he could finish asking, old Mage interrupted him.
"Estulan, old man, my nephew, Delaris, the sword holder of Quel'Serrar, brought back news about Arcan'dor, and the descendants of Dath'Remar. Of course, I don't believe them. The matter of Velinde... Hey, you are the most knowledgeable in this area, so let's talk about it."
The three words Arcan'dor made Lorekeeper, who had just come over, be stunned for a moment, then sneered,
"This is impossible! When Queen Azshara planted Arcan'dor, I was there to record everything. Suramar City's Arcane Node made those five Miracle Tree thrives, but all Arcan'dor have been destroyed in Great Sundering of Well of Eternity. It is obvious that your nephew has been deceived, Lydros."
The atmosphere became stagnant, and then Dick spoke,
"There is obviously an error in your record. Lorekeeper, Suramar was not destroyed, it was just hidden in an inaccessible place. Prince Kael'thas was found from Moon Goddess Ruins Outside Suramar City The last Arcan'dor's Seeds, and then use Quel'Thalas's Arcane Node to plant it alive. You are saved, provided you can leave this cold tomb alive!"
These words made the two Lorekeeper stunned. The Lorekeeper named Estulan pulled his hair hard.
"Suramar was not destroyed? If that's the case... it's indeed possible... Wait, you said he only used Arcane Node to grow Arcan'dor? Have you invited Druid to come over and have a look?"
Estulan shook his head when he saw Kael'thas. The next moment, the old Mage rushed forward like Warrior and grabbed the collar of Kael'thas who was caught off guard, shouting,
"You Madmen! You don't understand the habits of Arcan'dor at all. That thing must cooperate with Druid's special spell to enter the growth stage safely. The more Arcane Power you supply, the more it will grow. It becomes more and more unbalanced, and when it enters the growth stage, that tree will become a huge magic bomb, eventually destroying everything around it! Tell me, is its color Silver-Blue! With fluorescence! There is also a faint light flashing at night, tell me! Is it!"
Kael'thas subconsciously wanted to break away from Estulan, but after hearing Lorekeeper's words, Sun King suddenly broke into a cold sweat and replied in a hoarse voice,
"No, it's not Silver-Blue, it's Ice Blue. It doesn't glow at night, but those leaves do."
"That's okay... there's still hope."
After Estulan heard Kael'thas's answer, he breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Sun King, then frowned and waved,
"Now immediately stop the supply of Arcane Power to Arcan'dor and stop those Arcane Nodes from running. Archdruid must cast the spell himself, preferably Druid who has experienced War of the Ancients. They all know it more or less. These natural blending spells about ancient Druid, damn it! You lucky ghosts and Recklessness guys, you almost ruined your only hope, but it's not too late, if there is Arcan'dor, who would be willing to drink that Moonwell water."
Kael'thas glanced at Dick. He was also a little confused by the news. He was thinking about the opinions of the Salvation knight, while Dick was quickly digging through his mind. With all the incomplete information, he finally regretfully discovered that he had indeed forgotten this fatal point. If Estulan hadn't reminded him here, I'm afraid Sunstrider Isle would have really been blown up in a while.
So when Kael'thas asked for opinions, Paladin hesitated for a moment and nodded. Sun King grabbed Communications Stone and walked to the side, while Delaris took advantage of the two Lorekeepers to communicate and asked softly,
"Lydros Uncle, and Master Estulan, about Prince Tortheldrin and Immol'thar..."
Estulan turned around and glared at him, while Lydros said with hatred for iron.
"There was no hope before, but now that we see hope, who will go crazy with Prince Tortheldrin? We will immediately convene a Lorekeeper meeting to renegotiate Shen'dralar's future. Although these Quel'dorei suspicions have not been eliminated, for Arcan'dor's sake, I think most Lorekeeper will make the right judgment."
"And Shen'dralar cannot perish, look at these precious books! The weight of Prince Tortheldrin is not as much as one ten thousandth of them. This is the real wealth of Shen'dralar! Prince Tortheldrin is now in his In Throne Room, take your new friends to subdue him. We will talk about the rest slowly. By the way, be careful. There seems to be some kind of change under the body of Prince Tortheldrin... His aura has become more and more wrong this year."
Delaris nodded, but just when he was about to leave, he remembered another thing,
"By the way, Uncle, Master, I... I found traces of Master Velinde who disappeared that year, but unfortunately, Master Velinde Their disappearance has nothing to do with Night Elf and Quel'dorei. We wronged them. It was Demon who did it! We have been deceived for nearly 7,000 years!"
"What did you say?"