Syndra is a hidden one. Since the establishment of Elre'Thalas, this academic organization established to protect the classics has had almost no contact with any outsiders.
Nearly ten thousand years of working behind closed doors has made the thinking patterns of these occult scholars very different from those of normal people.
When they first saw Sarlayan and Valeela, the scholars thought they were just realistic puppets created by Marcus, and did not regard them as living people at all.
In fact, since the population of Elrethalas was greatly reduced, some scholars who could not bear loneliness did similar things. They hoped that arcane puppets with certain intelligence would accompany them instead of real people.
Compared with these nerds with strange brain circuits, Marcus, who is responsible for patrolling and guarding, is relatively sober.
After thinking clearly about the meaning of the green-haired upper elf's words, she angrily stretched out her long purple legs from under her robe, twisted her body and launched a standard side kick.
Before the bespectacled scholar had time to react, a direct impact from the side of his face kicked him away.
"Wow~"
The scholars were not frightened by this, but instead whispered to each other as if they were watching the fun.
Sarlayan and Valeera looked at each other strangely.
Valeera: "What's going on with these people? Why do you feel like their mental state is not normal?"
Sarlayan spread his hands and said, "I must have been in this dead city for too long, and I am somewhat seriously ill."
Valeera shook her head in amusement, and threw out a throwing knife to cut off the rope that bound Marcus's hands.
【...Good guy, are you also a fun person? 】
【A melon buyer came to the scene.】
After being freed from the restraints, Marcus did not immediately introduce Sarlayan and Valeera to his colleagues, but continued to ride on the stunned spectacled scholar, punching him left and right.
face.
"I'll make you a hobby! I'll make you a bad mouth!"
"Hey~"
Sarlayan sighed silently, raised his left hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
There were many weeds growing on the floor of the moss-stained chamber. Catalyzed by Sarlayan's natural power, one of the grasses suddenly grew wildly.
The tentacle-like blades of grass grabbed Marcus's hands and pulled the somewhat hysterical highborne away.
[All of these people have mental illness, and it feels like no one is normal. 】
[Thinking about what they have experienced, it is not completely incomprehensible.]
[In the final analysis, it’s Torcedlin’s fault. He has a boss with an abnormal brain. If these people don’t want to die, they will most likely go crazy along with them. 】
[How do you say that? It’s not me that’s wrong, it’s the world? 】
After a long period of confusion, these Syndra nerds who had been trapped in Elre'Thalas for ten thousand years finally figured out the situation.
Marcus was still glaring fiercely at the green-haired scholar.
Under the treatment of Sarlayan's druid spell, the injuries on his face were healing quickly.
"Yawo! If you say any more nonsense, I will tear your head off with my own hands!"
"Say quickly! Where is Taller? We have important things to discuss with him!"
Yawo's glasses were broken by the irritable old sister Marcus. Although the wound was healing, the pain from the injury still made him grin.
"Just ask, why are you so violent..."
"Um?!"
"Okay, I say!"
Yawo hurriedly raised his hands and spoke faster: "Talevil was called over by Torsedlin's advisor. It is said that there is something going on with Immortar."
"Come again..."
Marcus rubbed his brows with a headache: "I have already said that it's time to kill that damn devil."
Except for his bad temper, Marcus's logical thinking is relatively normal among this group of stupid Syndra scholars.
"You two, now we have two choices."
Marcus waved the other Syndra who were watching the fun to disperse, and said to Valeera and Sarlayan with a serious expression: "The first is to continue waiting here, and wait until Talvir is finished before we can make a long-term plan."
"The second option is to go directly to Immortar's cage and launch a surprise attack to kill him in one fell swoop while Tortheldrin focuses his attention on that demon. Which one do you choose?"
"Hiss~"
Sarlayan took a slight breath. The grumpy old lady really lived up to the nickname that Sarlayan had just given her. The plans she made were all so grumpy.
'But if you think about it carefully...it's not completely impossible, right?'
"Let me ask a question."
Just in case, Sarlayan asked Marcus to confirm: "How strong is Torcedrin?"
Marcus sneered disdainfully and said: "So-so, although he is much better than me, he is definitely not a legend."
"In the past ten thousand years, due to the lack of sufficient energy supply, the progress of the Eretharas people has been extremely slow."
"Torcedlin was impacting the legend 10,000 years ago. Ten thousand years later, he still has not passed the final hurdle."
Sarlayan nodded thoughtfully: 'That means it's close to a legend, and it's positioned by level, probably level 45-49?'
Sharlayan's current warrior level is 33, and Valeera's rogue level is 27.
It is very difficult to fight Tortheldrin head-on, and there is almost no chance of winning.
"Who is there around Torsedrin? If we launch an attack near Immortar's cage, will his personal guards hinder our plan?"
"Well..." The grumpy old lady finally calmed down and said with a grimace: "Sure enough, it still doesn't work. There are many elite subordinates around that crazy prince. It's probably difficult to break through with these nerds who are not strong in combat behind me.
Guard."
Sharlayan was glad that he had not been led astray by Marcus's impulse, and it was not advisable to kill him rashly.
"Ha~"
Marcus scratched his hair in distress: "I'll talk to you in detail after Talwell comes back. I'll go wash my face and calm down first."
"Ledros!"
"Um?"
A gentle Sindra scholar suddenly raised his head from the experimental table and looked at Marcus who was waving to him with some confusion.
"Is something wrong?"
Not everyone participated in the previous farce of Marcus beating up Yawo. The scholar named Ryderros was one of them. He ignored the previous commotion and kept busy with his own affairs.
【Xiao Sa, the opportunity has come!】
Sarlayan asked the barrage in confusion: "What opportunity?"
[Quel'Sera! This Ryderos is the custodian of the upper dragon-forged blade. Find a way to get Quel'Sera from him. 】
'oh?'
Sarlayan, who was originally a little careless, raised his attention and carefully observed the Syndra scholar.
Marcus introduced Saryan: "This is Scholar Ledros, who was the leader of this secret resistance organization when Talaver was away."
"Ledros, you should have seen the farce before, don't you need me to introduce it to you?"
Ledros smiled and bowed to Sarlayan and Valeera: "Welcome to the hidden city of Elre'Thalas, our ancient compatriots from across the sea."
In order to ensure that the secret base would not be discovered by Tortheldrin's people, Marcus soon went out to patrol outside again, leaving the task of receiving the two people to Ledros.
Taking the three-color feathers handed over by Sarlayan, Ledros nodded with a calm demeanor: "It is indeed the token we originally entrusted to give to General Yuyue."
"but……"
Ledros frowned and looked at the two people sitting opposite him: "She only sent you two to contact us? Where are the follow-up reinforcements?"