"I say, are you deliberately leading the wrong way?"

In the dungeons of Eresaras, Mordant. Eternal Shadow changed his clothes, was held by Luminas with a runic sword around his neck, and walked through the intricate city under the hidden protection of the Shadow of the Leaves.

This former high-level elven archmagist is now very embarrassed, he was thrown into prison by the tyrannical mad king for opposing Tosedrin's massacre of the people a few years ago, and if it wasn't for Luminas accidentally saving him, I am afraid that he would have died on the spot in the war tonight.

However, the Death Lord did not come to do good deeds, she just gave Mordant the necessary water and food, and then forced Mordant to take her to find the holy sword Quirsera with a weapon.

"I swear, ma'am, that I'm not taking the wrong path."

Mordant licked his chapped lips, forced by the sword that exuded a chill on his neck, he dragged his tired body through the familiar city, he was born in the heyday of the Elven Empire, it has been ten thousand years since now, and from his experience, this strange elven lady behind him is definitely a ruthless character who kills people without blinking, he doesn't want to provoke her, but there are some things he must tell Luminas.

"Listen to me, ma'am, I don't know where you heard about the Holy Sword Quelserra, but I want to tell you that the Holy Sword has been damaged in the catastrophe that has been shattered, and that madman of Tosedlin has been trying to repair it, but lacks a few key materials, so the Holy Sword has been in a broken state, and besides, I don't doubt your strength, but the Holy Sword is placed in the dormitory of Tosedrin, where there are at least a few thousand well-trained guards loyal to that madman..."

Mordant coughed lightly:

"I mean... You'd better be prepared. ”

"There are more than a few thousand people who have died under my sword..."

Luminas sneered, she sent the sword forward, and the skin on Mordant's neck was immediately cut open, and blood flowed out, making the weak archmage immediately raise his hands, and then he heard the cold and merciless voice of the Death Lord:

"I wouldn't mind killing a few thousand more in this damn place... All I need is that holy sword, understand? Other than that... What's going on with you bastards' bodies? You guys have a demon addiction too, right? ”

Luminas is a High Elf, although she is a rare low-magic physique among elves, so she was awakened after death and did not become Salein, but she did hear a lot about magic addiction from Tyrion, and she could tell at a glance that the upper elf in front of her, Mordant, was very weak, but this weakness was not due to injury or long-term imprisonment, but because of his body's hunger for magic.

And it's not just Mordant, it's all the upper elves that the young lady meets along the way have this problem, and in her opinion, this dungeon is simply an ugly lair of a group of magic addicts, inhabited by crazy people who have been crushed by magic addiction.

In the face of Luminas's questioning, Mordant laughed nervously:

"Of course, Addiction, hehe, ma'am, you're also an elf, and it seems that you're one of Darthrema's descendants, I've seen your ancestors with my own eyes, and they've also been plagued by Addiction, but I'm sure that whatever happened to them, Sindra was luckier... Our leader, Torcedrin, has long gone mad, especially after the disappearance of his father, Willins... The cowardly creature was crushed by the addiction. ”

"He said he was going to save us, and as a result, he took us to hell... 400 years ago, 170 years ago, 17 years ago, again and again, I went through those hells myself, and overnight, in order to ensure that he and his doglegs could enjoy enough magic, he sent those executioners to kill his own people, to assassinate the endless opponents... A river of blood, a river of blood. ”

The Archmage seemed to be insane, and without heeding the sword that Luminas had on his neck, he sat on the ground:

"The stolen magic is not enough, ten people share the magic power, each person only gets a tenth, Torcedrin is crazy, he kills five people, so everyone gets a fifth, we stand by and watch coldly, just because we can also get a favor, but our hands are covered with blood, just like those executioners... It is not the lack of magic that crushes us, but the conscience of our hearts, the conscience that is hidden... We should be damned! ”

"Everybody alive in this city deserves to die! There is not a single innocent! It's all murderers! It's all murderers!! ”

As if he had been struck by his sanity, he rolled around on the ground with his head in his hands, screaming in pain, as if he were a complete psychopath, and Luminas soon realized that she had found a madman to lead the way.

This made the young lady very dissatisfied, she raised the rune sword to deal with the noisy madman at her feet, but at the moment of swinging the sword, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the next moment, the young lady grabbed Mordant's collar, she stared at the half-crazy magician viciously, shook her hand and gave him two slaps, so that he sobered up a little, and then the young lady gritted her teeth and said:

"Do you want revenge, then? Want to wash the blood off your hands? You see, if you want to atone for your sins, you have to deal with the people who brought all this disaster with your own hands, what is that Tosselin? Or the madman of Tosedrin? As long as he's alive, you won't be able to get relief even if you kill yourself, and in short, I mean, I can give you a chance to atone for your sins! Do you want it? ”

"Atonement?"

A glint flashed in Mordant's chaotic eyes, and he knelt on the ground, clutching the young lady's wrists with both hands, and he screamed:

"That's right! Expiation! I will atone for my sins and wash the blood off my hands, and Sindra will not be able to die anymore! Our race can't just fall into the abyss, and Tocedlin is the culprit! Kill him! Kill him and it's all over! What should I do? Tell me, ma'am, what should I do? ”

"Ha, it's easy."

Luminas grabbed Mordant from the ground, and she patted the dust off the Archmagister as she did, following Tyrion's demagoguery, and whispered:

"You just said that madman killed a lot of your people, didn't you? Tsk, it's so damning, it deserves a thousand cuts, but what I want to know more is... Where did you bury those corpses? ”

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"Hold the line! Defend our magic! No one wants to snatch that magic out of our hands! Don't think about it! ”

In Tosedrin's dormitory, the roar of the mad king Tosedrin, who had long been driven crazy by strange magic, echoed in the palace like a beast, and this upper-class elf who still retained the appearance of 10,000 years ago has long lost the elegance of being a magical prince, and under that handsome body, there is a soul that has been in the lonely city for 10,000 years, and has long become rotten and stinky.

He can mercilessly banish his fellow citizens into the wilderness for the sake of his magic, or he can mercilessly kill the magisters who have given everything to the existence of Sindra because of some gossip.

Through the sordid tricks of mastering the mana rationing, Torcedlin has created himself an army as shameless as he is, armed with enchanted weapons from the Elven Empire, and ruling this small city as a privileged class for their evil masters.

And now, their rule is in jeopardy, and Tocedlin has provoked an enemy he can't afford to provoke... Worst of all, the enemy could have been Sindra's ally, and it was his greed and madness that pushed Kael'thas to his opposite, and he was about to pay the price.

The shadow of defeat hung over Tosedrin, a fear not seen in ten thousand years, and made his poor nerves, already overwhelmed, sway wildly again, and sat on a throne studded with jewels, like a wretched worm roasted on a flame, his eyes full of hysterical madness, and after that madness, there was a fear that he could not bear.

"Here they are... They're coming to rob me of my magic. ”

Tosedlin sat alone on the throne and whispered, he suddenly looked nervously left and right, like a beast infested with fear, any wind and grass would cause him to panic even more, the loss of 5 magic hubs had pushed him to the edge of the cliff, and a weak person in a desperate situation often made crazy decisions.

They have to go crazy, otherwise once they calm down, the fear that has filled their hearts will consume them in an instant, and they don't want to face the fear, they have to choose madness.

"Guards! Guardsman! ”

Torsedlin suddenly shouted, and a moment later several heavily armed guards rushed into the palace, and they looked at their mad king, who took a deep breath, his eyes shone with an eerie light, and he stood in front of the throne, and he whispered:

"Don't be afraid, Sindra's guards, you don't need to be afraid, for I already have a way to deal with the invaders..."

Guards, you look at me, I look at you, no one believes that this madman in front of him can deal with the enemies outside who are armed with steel, but now, they have no way out.

"Go! Tell the mages of the Pool of Mana. ”

Tocedrin's eyes widened, and his silver eyes were bloodshot:

"Go and tell them that you're ready to break the seal on Imotar... The source of our mana is already "hungry", let it devour the ignorant intruders, make it stronger, and... Then we have plenty of magic to enjoy... Go! Just go! ”

Under Torsedrin's reprimand, the guards knew that it was a crazy idea, but they still chose to obey the king's orders, but at the moment when the guards rushed out of the palace, they saw a strange scene.

The corpses of the dozens of soldiers guarding the entrance to the palace lay on the ground, their bodies shriveled as if all their blood had been drained, and in their dim eyes, there was still the last trace of fear before death, as if they had seen... It's like seeing a real hell.

"Yo, it's good that the Mad King's doglegs have run out again."

An indifferent and calm voice sounded in front of the guards' eyes, and on the empty ground, a curtain of light was converging, and Luminas, armed with black swords, spread her arms, her head tilted, staring at the lone guards in front of her with blood-red eyes, and behind her, floating a large blood-red mist that was difficult to describe in words, and those mist floated as if she were "alive".

"Eternal Shadow!"

Luminas shouted impatiently:

"How long are you and your friends going to wait? The Valkyries of the Darkblade have cured your addiction and given you a new lease of life... Now, it's time for you to return the Darkblade! ”

"Yes... Madam"

An indifferent voice sounded in the blood-red mist wrapped around the little sister's back, and under the frightened gaze of several guards, the blood-colored mist condensed into one gloomy figure after another, they used the bloody power to condense their gorgeous robes, their eyes were blood-red, their appearance was not at all the pain of being eroded by demonic addiction, their skin was pale, under the light of the halo, in the shaking blood-colored mist, they were like floating, avengers returning from hell.

They were, of course, the Avengers, and the guards were retreating in utter fear, and they knew the people in front of them, and they had executed some of them with their own hands.

These, these are the ** divisions who disobeyed him who were assassinated by Torcedrin in the past... Now, they're back from the icy tomb... Brought back new power, brought back a new will, brought back a terrifying revenge.

And the leader of these newborn upper elves of Sarein is the half-mad archmage... Thrown in prison by Tosedrin, waiting to die... Mordant. Eternal Shadow.

"We serve a greater force."

Eternal Shadow's fingers raised, pointing slightly forward, behind him, beyond the 12 blood-red shadows, the energy full of blood power was like a mist, roaring to seal all the roads leading to the palace in front of him, and in the terrified screams of the guards, Eternal Shadow's blood-red eyes shone with a hint of revenge.

Behind him, the corpses of those who have been reawakened from the dark tombs of the dungeon are using the city as a hunting ground, driven by the power of death, to take revenge on the executioners whose hands are stained with blood... Although there are not many resurrected corpses, the dungeon's fragile order has long since disappeared under the dual pressure of the High Elves and human alliances on the ground and the necromancy underground.

The "shelter" that the Sindra elves had spent nearly a thousand years building had completely finished.

"Brothers... Tosedlin will die here, and the Mad King will die at our hands... Sindra will usher in the true dawn..."

"In the name of the Darkblade! Punish the king of madness... Death penalty! ”