"Fel is really not a good thing." Aaron said thoughtfully after listening to Xal'atath's story about Prince Tortheldrin.
"Are you sure that only Fel is not a good thing?" Xal'atath showed a slightly strange expression and asked Aaron, "In other words, do you think Holy Light..."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Aaron narrowed his eyes and looked at Xal'atath, "Didn't you already switch to Holy Light's side?"
"It's nothing," Xal'atath spread his hands, "Just think that I still miss Shadow."
"There is a problem, there is definitely a problem," Aaron looked at Xal'atath suspiciously, but the other party did not respond. It seemed that there would be no results if he continued to ask. Aaron continued to walk out of the pit. Now Xavius's Nightmare power They have disappeared. The Satyrs who invaded this place were either killed by Prince Tortheldrin's self-explosion, or were controlled by the Shen'dralar Ancientss who reacted. Judging from the grief and indignation of those Shen'dralar Ancientss, these Satyrs might as well have died.
Aaron bypassed these excited Shen'dralar Ancients, and happened to see Vereesa controlling Hippogryph to fall from the sky. Before, Aaron was restrained by Xavius's Nightmare power. Vereesa once fell down, but later when Aaron was preparing to fight Xavius, he put her back on alert in the air. Facing a weird enemy like Xavius, Aaron was not sure he could take care of her.
It is precisely because of this that Vereesa escaped the self-destruction launched by Prince Tortheldrin, but the explosion still frightened Hippogryph. Vereesa comforted it in the air for a long time before it calmed down. Lightning, on the other hand, behaved very calmly, and was worthy of being the descendant of Loa.
"Aaron, what happened just now? Why did it suddenly self-destruct?" Vereesa had been paying attention to the situation on the ground when he was in the air, but he did not expect that when Xavius died, the other side looked like Aaron The two-headed dog standing on one side suddenly reached out to Aaron. Vereesa thought something had changed, but before she could rush down, the two-headed dog suddenly exploded, shocking even her.
Aaron told what happened to Prince Tortheldrin. After listening to it, Vereesa showed a thoughtful expression.
"Don't worry, it's not impossible to solve it." Aaron saw Vereesa's expression and understood her worries, and comforted her, "As long as Sunwell is still there, the problem won't be big. Besides, Farodin still has a Arcan'dor seed in his hand. Plant that tree and everything will be solved."
"Don't think about Arcan'dor," Xal'atath suddenly interrupted Aaron and pointed at the group of Shen'dralar Ancients who gathered in the direction of the explosion crater and said, "I just remembered that Prince Tortheldrin said one thing before leaving."
"What did he say?" Aaron had a vague premonition in his heart.
"Prince Tortheldrin hopes you can help solve the problem of his people's dependence on Fel."
Although Shen'dralar Ancients relied on the power of Immol'thar to solve their desire for the Mathematical Olympiad, now they have become dependent on Fel. Even without Xavius Shen'dralar Ancients will have problems sooner or later because of this matter, but the attacks of Xavius and Satyr force Shen'dralar Ancients to face this problem in advance.
"You want me to help them solve their dependence on Fel?" Aaron was stimulated by Xal'atath's words and subconsciously asked, "Why?"
"That's what Prince Tortheldrin said before he left," Xal'atath spread his hands and said to Aaron, "You can completely ignore this. Anyway, from now on it will just be Prince Tortheldrin who thinks your friend is unreliable and is very disappointed in you. That's it. It won't have any impact on you, right?"
"What you said makes sense." Aaron almost gritted his teeth when he said this. Xal'atath already said this, how could Aaron really not care?
The question is, how to control it? In what name? Aaron scratched his hair almost manically. If Prince Tortheldrin was still alive, everything would be easy, but now that everyone is gone, Aaron doesn't know how to deal with Shen'dralar Ancients. Can't everyone here know him?
Xal'atath looked at Aaron with a stern look on his face, and suddenly showed a smile, "Prince Tortheldrin told you to go directly to a mage named Mordent Yongying who will help you."
"Mordent·Yongying? Who is that?" Aaron looked around and found that the Shen'dralar Ancients who had survived before had gathered. The expressions of these elves were full of sadness. Judging from their appearance, they should have come to mourn their leader.
"Why is it so troublesome? Just ask." Vereesa patted Aaron's shoulder lightly and shouted Thalassian to the gathered Shen'dralar Ancients: "Excuse me, do any of you know a person named Mordent Yongying?"
"This seems to be a solution." Aaron walked to Vereesa and looked at the elves. After hearing Vereesa's words, the elves looked here one after another. Finally, a male Shen'dralar Ancients holding a staff walked up to them.
"I am Mordent·Yongying," Mordent stood in front of Vereesa and asked, "This... young lady, do you have anything to do with me?"
The language used by Shen'dralar Ancients of Eldre'Thalas is different from the language of Night Elf. On the contrary, it is closer to Thalassian. This has something to do with the fact that these elves used to be Highborne.
Vereesa pointed at Aaron and said to Mordent, "I'm not looking for you, it's him."
"You... are Aaron?" Mordent looked at Aaron seriously and asked uncertainly.
"It's me," Aaron listened to Vereesa's translation and understood that Prince Tortheldrin had already confessed to Mordent. In this case, at least dealing with Shen'dralar Ancients would be much easier.
After Aaron and Shen'dralar Ancients briefly exchanged greetings, they asked about what Prince Tortheldrin had explained, "How long do you think you can hold on? It doesn't look like you can't hold on. You shouldn't have problems suddenly in a short time, right?"
Aaron has just thought about it, and told Mordent to go to Broken Isles and ask Farodin to plant Arcan'dor as soon as possible. By then, these elf problems should be solved... But Considering that Arcan'dor is used to reconcile the power of nature and the power of Arcane, it is difficult to say the effect of these Shen'dralar Ancients that are dependent on Fel. We can only hope that Shen'dralar Ancients can persist until that time.
"It stands to reason that this is indeed the case," Mordent's expression was a little solemn, "His Royal Highness's death has caused us to lose the source of our power. We can still rely on our previous survival for a short period of time, but after a long time, I'm afraid..."
Aaron sighed after hearing this, "Okay, I knew this matter wouldn't be solved so easily."