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Prince Tosedlin has been tightening the supply of Orcanon in Eresaras lately, and the powerful guys are fine, but the commoners, especially the poor, are almost out of their way.

For this opportunity to absorb the Arcane, a large number of elves from the civilian area came to open Eresaras, and most of them became the prey of the ogre.

The Goddock ogre was already watching the ancient elven city - but the defensive magic was still working, and the city was like a hedgehog that the ogre couldn't handle.

In desperation, the ogre had no choice but to surround the city.

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The ruler of Eresaras, Prince Tosedrin, did not have the time to care about the lives of the elves who had left the city, and the civilians who went to investigate did not matter, and neither good news nor bad news could save him from his unspeakable distress.

Although the ogre was repulsed, it also cost Eresaras a lot of arcane energy this time, and now the demon in the city has gradually become unable to hold on, and the energy that can be absorbed from it is getting less and less, and even has a tendency to outweigh the gains - you know, in order to restrain this demon, Eresaras needs to expend a considerable amount of energy.

Ten thousand years ago, Thorcedrin's father, Thorns, led the summoners to select and finally chose the Dread as the target of the summon, so a Derror named Imortar was summoned from the Twisted Void to Eresaras.

The Dreads are notoriously powerful and have too low IQ to be used, and the Sindras believe they can harness Imotar's power - so the Grand Arcanists built five Arcane Towers and formed a circle to keep Imutar firmly in prison.

The power of the Dreads is extracted, purified and used in part to continue to control the Dreads themselves, and the other part is used by the inhabitants of the entire city.

This method was very successful at first, and the vast energy of the dreaded demon leader was purified into arcane powers, keeping the city running for 10,000 years.

But now things are different, Imortar is much weaker, and the energy he is extracted is far less pure than before, and the loss in the purification process is getting higher and higher, and the part that can be extracted is getting less and less. Restricting the absorption of the inhabitants is also a last resort.

Even Prince Tosedlin himself has reduced the absorption of the Ao Energy.

At the Eresaras Parliament, which had just convened, Tosedlin received nothing. These fanatical self-worshipping elves can't give a more reliable opinion at all, and will only pat their chests there and say what the prince says and what I do.

This has been the case for 10,000 years.

Just as the exhausted Tosedlin was lying on the bed rubbing the corners of his eyes, the demon's whisper sounded in his ears again.

This is another serious problem, due to the shortage of Ao Neng, in order to reduce the loss of energy, Tosedlin removed some of the purification process, which makes it inevitable that some evil energy is mixed in the Ao Neng, these energies with demonic will gradually erode Thorcedrin, fortunately, the IQ of the demon is too low, he doesn't know how to bewitch, just say some meaningless words, otherwise Tosedlin doesn't dare to guarantee whether he will fall.

"Is it really the only way to ask for help from those druids?"

Prince Tosedlin is still unwilling, Eresaras was unwilling to bow to those civilian druids ten thousand years ago, so he chose this path, how can he give up lightly at this time?

"If there is a way, there must be a way!"

Suffering from a terrible headache, Tosedlin simply put on his clothes and left his bedroom, and he walked down the corridor to the library to find the Erudito.

The Erudito kept the vast collection of books and treasures of the Night Elves during the War of the Ancients, and the entire magic circle running in Eresaras and the Arcane Tower that trapped the demons were all researched by Tornes and the Erudito.

"Ledros, Yavo, Kildas, Mycus, come here."

Torsedlin called the four chieftains of Erudito and came to the side hall.

Too lazy to say some polite words, Torsedlin got straight to the point: "How are you doing with your research on that treasure?" Can it be used by us now? ”

The four polymaths looked at each other and could only shake their heads.

"So where are you in your research?"

"It's hard to study...... Yavo began, "it's mysterious, but it's been recorded that this artifact carries all the wisdom of a race, and we've been able to detect his arcane fluctuations - but no matter what we do, we haven't been able to reveal it in its true form. ”

"In other words, you're still working on that empty box?!" Torcedrin slapped the table angrily, "It's been a thousand years, and you're just studying that box?" ”

"There's actually something to gain." Kildas shook his head, "We have proved that the treasure is still there according to the books, but we can't let it be revealed, we have tried various ways to manifest, and now we are trying to use the method of enumerating the runes in an arrangement......"

"Enough! You bunch of shit! Torsedrin's furiousness, "Arrange the rune enumeration method?!" Did you know that Imutar is almost out of control now? Did you know that the residents of Eresaras are currently running out of supplies? Do you know how much arcane power I have given you? ”

"Damn ogres are everywhere out there, and now a lot of untouchable druids want to get in, and last month one nobleman simply degenerated into Sartre! Now is not the time for academic research, we need extraordinary means! ”

An enraged Torcedrin could not restrain his strength, and the surging arcane energy blew the literature in the side hall everywhere, and the four polymath masters were silent in front of the furious prince.

After a while, Tosedlin finally calmed down.

"I want you to abandon those senseless insistences, and last month I even killed a group of innocent people who were supposed to absorb the Arcane for your experiments." "If we don't solve this problem, we're either going to be doomed, or we're going to go to the help of those untouchables - like those spineless guys 10,000 years ago, wagging their tails and begging for mercy." ”

Finally telling his sins out, Tosedlin was sad for a while and finally felt a lot more relaxed, looking at the four polymath masters in front of him, Tosedlin waved his hand and let them out.

In the small side hall, Thorcedrin stared at the ornate ceiling, and Erezaras was like a chain that trapped the prince tightly, barely breathless.

"That's fine." Tocedlin gritted his teeth, "I'll do this wicked man." ”