Although in the eyes of Lord Tyrion of the Darkblade, the history of Azeroth is a history of degrading power and stagnant civilization, realistically speaking, the power level of this world has not only regressed in the past 10,000 years.

Because of the loss of the never-drying high concentration of magic brought about by the Well of Eternity, after surviving the collapse of the heavens and the earth, the magical creatures of Azeroth faced with the increasingly thin world magic, they had to start carefully calculating the consumption of each kind of magic, the magic power is no longer as abundant as it was 10,000 years ago, and the casters naturally cannot be as "wasteful" as their ancestors.

Under the influence of this trend, compared with the methods of the spellcasters 10,000 years ago, the magic released by the mages after 10,000 years may be weaker, but their spell-casting skills have become very sophisticated, in other words, any ** master in the Dark Gate Era traveled to 10,000 years ago, and just relying on that extremely exquisite spell-casting method, he could become an unparalleled spell-casting master in the Elven Empire era.

So, although the overall strength has weakened, the skill has become more and more powerful, and to some extent, this can be regarded as an improvement.

And a 10,000-year-old antique like Torsedrin, still following the tradition of 10,000 years ago, he and his people used a huge amount of magic to make ancient shields to protect themselves in the most brutal and wasteful way.

But this layer of shield in front of him, not to mention compared to the exquisite shield system of Silver Moon City, even compared to the violet enchantment of the former Dalaran, is like a shoddy and inferior toy made by children.

"This is still the shield spell structure that was popular ten thousand years ago, and these lazy Sindra elves haven't improved it at all in ten thousand years..."

**Shi Romans analyzed the wreckage of the magic hub that was shattered by the cannon in front of him with a disdainful face, he used his only remaining hand to pick up a fragment of a magic crystal from the ground, and while examining it carefully, he said to the Sun King beside him:

"The analysis of the calculator Passarein is correct, the shield of the Sindra Elf is very resistant to magic, but the resistance to physical attacks above a certain level is very poor, and the artillery of the human army equipped with a caliber of more than 12mm is enough to tear a small crack in the shield, and it is very wise and correct for you to ask for the help of human artillery."

In the face of this compliment, Kael'thas shook his head slightly, he looked at the battlefield behind him, the High Elf rangers were following the rhythm of human artillery bombardment shields, and began to seize the second magic hub in the inner city, the arrogant madman Torcedrin could no longer care about mocking the enemy with magical illusions, he was probably completely panicked.

Looking at the shocking scene when the human artillery fired, the Sun King looked thoughtfully at the silver gun in his hand, which was a gift from King Drake, he felt the cold touch of the gun in his hand, and he said thoughtfully:

"Master Romans, after the people have settled down, perhaps... I mean, maybe we'll have to start looking at engineering that we've been neglecting before. ”

These words made Master Romans' face change slightly, but after a while, the old mage sighed:

"Yes, you are right, Your Majesty, in this day and age, we can no longer rely on magic alone to protect ourselves."

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The entire area of the ancient city of Eresaras is slightly smaller than that of Silvermoon City, but for the other cities of the Kalimdor continent, this is already a real "heroic city", the scene of the High Elves and human infantry invading the City of Ten Thousand Years from the front is very grand, but in the ruins and shadows on the other side of the city, there is also a team trying to break the shield of the upper elves and enter the inner city of the City of Ten Thousand Years.

It's not an official team, so they hide themselves well, like rats in the shadows, sneaking up on their own battles.

These are some warlocks, some warlocks who shouldn't be here.

The human warlock Kanressad and the orc warlock Resente were busy at the edge of the shield, filling the circle of weird spell casting materials on the ground, and some summoned demon imps were helping to transport the materials, and beside the two warlocks, the warlock grandmaster Kel'thugad in a long hood was calculating the strength of the magic shield of the Syndra Elf, it was a very complicated and tedious process, Kel'thugad's brow was furrowed, and no one dared to disturb him.

Farther afield, the dwarf warlock Wilfred and the werewolf warlock Sinning each patrol the perimeter with their own squads, and any creature that comes close to the invasion point will be ruthlessly killed.

This is a covert operation that cannot be detected by the authorities, and once exposed, no force will come forward to protect these warlocks, so they must be foolproof.

"There's something odd about the structure of this shield..."

After ten minutes, Kel'thugad stood up, there was a trace of exhaustion in his eyes, it was the exhaustion of thinking, after mentally calculating a large amount of data, no matter how smart a person would feel the pain of detachment, but even after the calculation was over, the Grand Karcist's frown still did not relax, and he said to the humans and orcs behind him:

"The power of the spatial tear has been tripled!"

"What?"

Kanressad let out an exclamation, his eyes widening as he looked at his leader:

"Three? Boss, make no mistake, right? With that kind of strength, if you are not careful, it will directly cause the space to collapse... It's too dangerous. ”

"No, it has to be tripled! can barely open the door of the devil. ”

Kel'thugad removed the Scepter of Sargeras from his back, he had not intended to use the dangerous weapon, but from his calculations, it was necessary to open a spatial passage that allowed the Warlocks to pass through.

He turned to his two subordinates and explained:

"The structure of this shield in front of me is sixteen runes coupled, equivalent to a city wall composed entirely of pure magic, 1.5 times thicker than the confinement walls of Dalaran's Violet Prison, hell... Are these upper elves crazy? This rune-coupled structure is not like it is simply used for urban defense... It's like an oversized seal. ”

Seeing that his subordinates were still stunned, Kel'thugad scolded with a dissatisfied face:

"Anyway, do as I say! Wealth and danger seeking... If we can get the secret tome we need before those elves break through, I'll see it once. ”

Although it felt incredible, due to the pressure brought by Kel'thugad, the human warlock and the orc warlock had to triple the spatial impact of the Demon Gate according to the request of the Grand Karcist, and the original small circle was forcibly expanded into a large circle that required 4 people to preside.

After everything was prepared, the Grand Karcist held the Scepter of Sargeras, stood in the center of the circle, and the four master warlocks worked together to activate the circle, and the huge evil energy gathered again, Kel'thugad carefully held the Scepter of Sargeras, outlined the spatial parameters calculated by himself in his heart, and finally determined a spatial point within the enchantment.

Then with the activation of the Scepter of Sargeras, the invisible space in front of everyone's eyes was frantically weakened, like a group of doping miners, wielding hoes to dig the earth in front of them, and in just a few seconds, on top of the purple magic shield in front of them, a black spatial singularity was formed.

"It's now! Launch it! ”

At the command of Kel'thugad, the human warlock Kanressad quickly threw a rune stone into the singularity in front of him, and in a low humming sound, a small green demon portal decorated with a demon's head and made of obsidian appeared on the circle as if it had been summoned, and in a calculated space point inside the purple barrier, another almost identical demon portal also appeared at the same time, but the color of the magic light curtain of that door was purple.

This is Kel'thugad's portal borrowed from the mages, a new two-way demon portal for warlocks, powered by evil energy, not as powerful as the mage's portals, but easy to operate, and can be used in most magical environments, and the duration is longer than the mage's portal.

"Let's go!"

Ignoring the weakness in his body, Kel'thugad strode into the human-tall portal with the warlocks, and in an instant, he leaped past the heavy magical shields of the elves and appeared directly in the inner city of Eresaras.

However, the moment the Grand Karcist stepped into the city, his nose twitched unnaturally, as if he smelled some strange smell, he stretched out his hand, and the warlocks behind him immediately stopped in place and began to be vigilant.

Kel'thugad's nostrils twitched, and he turned his head to look behind him, the most sensitive orc warlock to evil powers, Recent, and he asked with a frown:

"Do you smell it? The stench of the devil... There's a demon in this city, and he's still a lord-level big guy! But how can there be demons in the city of the upper elves? ”

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"Poof, poof"

With two soft sounds, the bodies of the two upper elven guards guarding the entrance to the dungeon city of Erresaras seemed to have been drained of all their life force, and they fell limply in front of a slender figure wearing a long black hood.

There was a deep cut on their necks, and the hideous wound had been frozen at the moment of cutting, and a black rune sword engraved with thorn flowers was held by the slender figure in her hand, she looked left and right, and then hummed a strange song, and walked into the passage in front of her in this city that had been shrouded in war.

The upper elves are retreating, and in the face of the alliance of humans and high elves, the upper elves, who are absolutely inferior in both quantity and quality, cannot resist at all, especially after several magic hubs have fallen into the hands of the coalition forces, the scope of the magic shield to protect the upper elves is getting smaller and smaller, and the fall of the city is inevitable.

However, the upper elves did not seem to intend to be captured, and under the command of Torcedrin, the last of the Sindra guards stubbornly stood around the few magical hubs that had not yet been lost, using their ancient magic against enemies they could not defeat.

In this chaotic situation, no one pays attention to those who take advantage of the war to "cross the line"... Like those warlocks, like this slender figure in front of you.

They all entered here with a specific purpose, and they all planned to "make a fortune and run".

But unlike the warlocks who invaded with technology, Luminas. It didn't take much effort for the Imprint Lord to enter Eresaras, she "walked" in completely easily.

"Tsk, this broken stone is really useful."

Miss Luminas shook the purple crystal in her hand, and after she injected a trace of death energy into it, the crystal emitted a turquoise light, enveloping Luminas in it, covering her body and aura as if she didn't exist at all.

This magical crystal, given to her by Mistress Aurelia before leaving, is one of the most valuable treasures of the Darkblade Legion, a piece of the Atama Crystal belonging to the Draenei, a magical thing that can hide a large city in light and shadow, the "Shadow of the Leaves".

Luminas has now completed the task entrusted to her by the Blood Hostess, escorting the Windranger sisters and their men to Firas and confirming that they have returned to the High Elf camp, and now she is about to embark on her "treasure hunt".

The Lord of the Darkblade, Tyrion, clearly told her that the sister sword of the Holy Sword Queldra, also known as the "Elder Dragon's Blade", was hidden in the ancient city of Eresaras, but Tyrion did not know exactly where the sword was placed, so he had to rely on Luminas to find it himself.

And before the young lady entered the city of ten thousand years, she was very confident in her treasure hunting ability, however, after she really entered the city, she found that the problem in front of her was not simple.

Eresaras is a complete city, under the surface city, there is a slightly smaller dungeon, and the architectural style of the upper elves is more luxurious and cumbersome, the whole dungeon is built like a labyrinth, Luminas crossed the spiral staircase leading to the underground, and after a few laps of chaotic dungeon, she suddenly found a very serious problem...

She's lost.

"Oh, damn it!"

Luminas kicked the frozen corpse at her feet, and she cursed with some misfortune:

"I knew it wasn't that simple."

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the dark cave behind her, compared to the luxurious scene outside, both the environment and the smell of this cave made people feel disgusting, this was not a normal place, according to Luminas's experience, she should have come to a place similar to a prison in the middle of her wandering.

The young lady walked around the prison several times before she found a half-dead guy in the corner of the cage, she was now anxious to find a guide, so she didn't kill this guy, she casually broke the thick dungeon railing in front of her with her fingers, and then stepped into it, slapped a cold ice slag on the unconscious prisoner's face, and woke him up.

The prisoner looked up blankly, and saw a very wild red-haired beauty in a black trench coat and black riding boots standing in the darkness beside him, which made the prisoner immediately fall into an eerie silence.

"Hey, idiot! Are you still alive? ”

Luminas kicked the prisoner impatiently, stomping her high-heeled boots on the prisoner's chest, and bowed her head and asked:

"What's your name?"

"I... My name is Mordant... Mordant. Eternal Shadow. ”

"Very well, Mordant... Tsk, what a stupid name, anyway, you'd better know where Quirsera was placed, I mean, your holy sword is mine, understand? ”