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Mana Dread, this is an extremely special kind of demon.

It resembles the Lava Dogs of Azeroth, but is larger and more ferocious than the average Lava Dog, and its body is covered in tiny blue-purple scales that reflect a different halo of light when illuminated by light.

The Mana Dinosaur has beast-like limbs, two heads, a huge mouth full of scalp-tinging teeth, and a tongue full of barbs, but this strange demon has no "face" in the traditional sense, above the large mouths of those two heads, instead of large orange eyeballs, and at the neck, there are more than a dozen additional "eyes" extended with weird tentacles, like a hydra in a dim swamp.

It resembles a collection of the horrific thoughts of a mortal's unwarranted nightmares, and it doesn't look like a normal creature at all.

But the reason why the Mana Derror is called "Mana" Derror is precisely because of a special ability of these rare demons, this rare demon born in the deepest part of the Twisted Void has relied on the magic power of the cold stars to feed on it since the day it was born, and as the age increases, the mana storage and concentration in the body of the Mana Derror will rise to an extremely alarming level.

It's like a treasure trove of magic that walks alive, and it's worth mentioning that Mana Dreads aren't members of the Burning Legion, as they're so few in number and don't give birth to true intelligence, and in general, demons don't want to provoke such a powerful star beast.

And the mana derror in front of Kael'thas, Sylvanas and Rothman, although it was trapped in the seal by the upper elves with magic, it could vaguely see its height of 6 meters, as well as the purple aura brewing in the dozen or so eyeballs, this extreme size and the aura escaping from the body meant that the mana dreaddemon in front of him had lived for at least nearly 10,000 years, this was an extremely rare lord-level mana terror.

Only in this way can the mana dreads born in the ancient stars meet the normal operation of the nine magic hubs of Eresaras, and can also survive the magic pressure of the upper elves for nearly 10,000 years, and to this day, it still maintains a certain vitality.

It's really hard to imagine how much these upper-level elves paid 10,000 years ago to find such a unique "treasure" in the summoning of the distorted void.

But this treasure was not what Kael'thas wanted to see, nor was it what he longed to pursue.

As one of the most powerful mages in Azeroth, Kael'thas also has a certain amount of research on evil energy, he knows very well what kind of impact long-term exposure to evil energy will have on a normal person, except for those crazy warlocks, take the upper elves in this city as an example, they have been absorbing the evil energy magic power from the mana dread demon for thousands of years, although after more than a dozen purifications, these magic powers have no taste of evil energy on the surface, but... It's still dangerous!

In the Elven Empire ruled by Aisara, only the strongest, most talented, wisest, and most restrained arcanists are qualified to be called the Prince of Magic, this title fully proves how perfect a person Tosedlin was 10,000 years ago, but look at him now!

A complete madman, a treacherous fanatic, a mad ruler who can lay hands on his own people, a rat-like guy in the mud who stinks even his soul... Although this terrifying change is more or less related to 10,000 years of solitude, it is undeniable that these evil powers that have escaped throughout the city have definitely contributed to this depravity.

There are six basic powers in the stars: Light, Life, Arcane, Void, Evil Power, and Death, each of these six powers will affect the user's mind, and the evil power and the void can destroy the user's mind like tarsal poison.

The weakened mana terror in front of him is not the future that the High Elves are pursuing, and it is definitely not the future that Kael'thas is looking for for his people... This is not a "future" at all, it is the gate to hell, and now, this door has been pushed open by Kael'thas himself.

The despair and darkness behind the gates of hell also engulfed Kael'thas as the first victim.

"Imotar... The demon of mana, a stellar beast summoned by the first quarter moon in the constellation of the Holy Maigen. ”

After calming down, Sylvanas read the "historical facts" in the ancient Salas language on the stone tablet at the edge of the mana cage:

This is the new "power" that the stars have given to Sindra, but there is not only hope in this power, but also a more terrifying shadow... May our children and grandchildren forgive our ancestors for their recklessness, but we have no other way to live... It also commemorates the 786 mages who died in the ritual of summoning Imotar, who were the great sacrifices and forerunners, whose will will always be with us. ”

"Clara the stargazer. Blom, in the autumn of 5154 A.D. ”

"Elven era?"

Sylvanas turned his head and looked at the archmage Romans behind him, the lost archmage who was struck by the facts was huddled in the corner, but he did not lose the ability to think, and after a few seconds of conversion, Romans replied softly:

"That's the orthodox calendar of the Elven Empire, and both the Night Elves and the Upper Elves are using this ancient commemoration, and if I'm not mistaken, this year should be 15016 Elven Era."

The Ranger General nodded, and she refocused her attention on the stone slab in front of her, and said:

"In other words, the Sindra elves summoned the mana dreaddemon Imortar in 9846 before the Dark Gate? That's 150 years after the War of the Ancients, and this demon has been trapped here for almost 10,000 years... It's unimaginable. ”

Sylvanas, who was the first to recover from the blow, sighed at the greatness of time, she stretched out her finger and touched the stone tablet in front of her, as she had experienced the tragedy of the chaos of the Windranger family, experienced the war of the undead, and had recuperated in another world for more than a year, and after seeing enough bizarre affairs, the incomparably tenacious Sylvanas who had been tempered in spirit was difficult to be defeated again.

Compared to the loss and pain of His Majesty Kael'thas, the Ranger General's inner feeling is also not good, but this is not a reason for her to stop exploring, people like her will never give up hope, and everyone in the Windranger family is the same.

"Click"

Sylvanas's fingers touched the edge of the stone tablet as if it had touched some hidden switch, and between the slight clashing of stones, a trail cracked in front of the masonry plaza on the ground, revealing a corner of the intricate and still functioning giant magic circle beneath the stones.

The sound woke Kael'thas and Romans, who stepped forward and crouched at the edge of the magic circle, both of the High Elves' most prominent spellcasters, who quickly understood the meaning of the exposed corner of the circle.

"It's a defensive and counter-attacking circle."

Romans stroked the lines of magic carved into the masonry with his remaining hand in the halo of magic, and he said in a deep voice:

"It should be a guarantee left by the Upper Elf Archmagists at that time while making this cage, once the mana dreaddemon Imortar gets out of trouble and destroys this magic circle, it will be able to reverse the mana stored in the entire Eresaras mana hub, open a spatial rift in this basement to an unknown direction, and expel this mana dreaddemon from Azeroth..."

Kael'thas kept looking back and forth between the circle under his feet and the bound Imotar, and finally, rubbing his forehead, whispered:

"The original Sindra elves, they were obviously also afraid of this special "magic". ”

"I'm more curious than the old stories... What do we do with "it"? ”

Sylvanas' calm voice came, the ranger general raised the legendary warbow in his hand, she looked at the mana dreadbook bound in the huge seal, she whispered:

"This demon is a threat, there is no doubt that ten thousand years of time and the constant mana extraction of the Sindra elves have not been able to kill it, but only weakened it, this has proven the strength of this demon, perhaps, we will have to deal with this threat before our people move into this city."

"Then we... Banish it? ”

Romans looked at Kael'thas, the archmage was still a little uneasy after the initial disappointment, he didn't know if he should do it, and the young Sun King Kael'thas was silent, he walked to the front of Imotar's seal, stretched out his fingers, and extracted a trace of unpurified evil energy in the seal, the pale green magic beat at the tips of his fingers, reflecting Kael'thas cheeks a little weirdly.

The Sunstrider's eyes were fixed on the magic of his fingertips, he could feel the weight of this magic, and his eyes shone with a fierce light, representing the fierce struggle that was going on in the Sun King's heart, and he saw a lot in the light of the seal that kept shining before his eyes.

He saw the day the Well of the Sun was lost, the day the High Elves lost their home and became exiles.

He saw the elves who supported each other in the fleet, rushing to the New World in fear and anticipation, those who belonged to him, and he saw the confusion and uneasiness in the eyes of his own people.

He saw the High Elf village in the wilderness of Firas and the beginning of a new life in the forest for his people.

He saw the mages, the mages who were loyal to the Sunseekers, oppressed by the addiction, controlled by the addiction, the pain of losing themselves in the addiction, he saw... He saw the importance of magic to the High Elves, and saw what the already dull and weary civilization behind him desperately needed.

His people, his civilization, takes time... Need to recuperate, need to rest, and then get back on the road... As a leader, as a king, as a sun-seeker, he has a heavy mission on his shoulders, and he must find a bright future for those people, for those who follow him.

For this, he would rather give everything ...

Kael'thas let out a long sigh, and he looked up at the scene where the white pillar of sealed light led straight to the top of Erezaras, and the scene where the purified evil energy and magic were transported to every corner of the city along the energy pipes inside the city, this scene reminded him of Silvermoon City, of his hometown.

At this moment, he began to miss his hometown, the place where he was born... Presumably, his people are also nostalgic for their homeland, and the exiles of the High Elves may also be longing... Longing for a new, warm home, the elves did not hesitate to wage war against the Goddock ogres in extreme exhaustion, and worked for the hope of a new home despite the torment of demon addiction.

In this case, Kael'thas . How could the Sunstrider, the young Sun King, let his people down?

"No!"

After a few minutes of thought, the illusion in front of Kael'thas dissipated, he waved his hand to disperse the magic on the tips of his fingers, and then looked back at his subordinates, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes:

"We leave it! We need it! ”

"Your Majesty!"

The Ranger General stepped forward and said sharply:

"You've seen with your own eyes what happened to the upper elves absorbing the magic of evil energy! It's a road of no return! ”

"So we're going to double the mana purification device!"

Kael'thas gritted his teeth and said:

"My people will not be immersed in magic all the time, they will only open up for a few hours of magic every day, and then use the rest of the time, through the labor of repairing the city, so that the weak evil energy in their bodies will dissipate, and we will study a supply system with the least harm, to ensure that our people do not enter the end of the upper elves!"

"But Your Majesty!"

Archmage Romans also stepped forward, and the white-haired archmage pointed to the huge monster lying on the ground behind him, his eyes widened, and he said:

"After nearly 10,000 years of oppression by the upper elves, Imutar has weakened a lot, the magic power it exudes is no longer enough to supply the nearly a million civilians behind us, Tosedlin needs to kill his own people to barely ensure the supply of mana, if we forcibly extract a large amount of mana, this weak mana terror may not live for 20 years!"

"At least our people can hold out for another 20 years! Our civilization can go forward for another 20 years! ”

The Sun King's answer this time was almost like a roar, and he looked at the Ranger General and the Archmage, and he shouted in a loud voice:

"If we don't, our people will be completely broken by the torment of demon addiction in 2 years at most!"

"We need time, Romans, Shiva, we need time! Everyone needs time, and I need time... The existence of this demon can buy us 20 years, maybe, maybe... In these 20 years, we will be able to find a one-time solution to addiction..."

"Tired people need rest, our people need hope! I also need... Wish. ”

At the end, Kael'thas leaned against the wall, he gritted his teeth, his eyes closed, every muscle and nerve on his cheeks beating, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and he said weakly, in pain:

"So be it... Let's talk about it anymore, let the people move into Eresaras as quickly as possible, set up the magic purification device as quickly as possible, and let the people rest..."

"That's it, I've decided, so be it!"

As he spoke, the Sun King staggered against the wall and left the basement as if fleeing, and above their heads, the High Elf rangers and mages who had entered the dungeon had begun to clear the garrison around the source of mana, and the leaderless city would fall completely into the hands of the High Elves.

The city of Eresaras, the 10,000-year-old city, is still in ruins, but it will eventually become the second home of the High Elves... No one doubts this, at least for now, all the elves are looking forward with hope... Future.

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