Valeela, who was in charge of communication, shrugged: "There are no follow-up reinforcements yet. We are just entering Elrethalas first to check the situation."
"Shandis hasn't decided yet whether she should trust you. She will not send troops from Feathermoon Fortress until we send a signal."
Ledros's brows wrinkled, and then relaxed.
"That's right. The two sides were enemies rather than friends 10,000 years ago. It's normal to be cautious."
"So……"
Ledros's eyes sparkled with curiosity: "You two, Talwell will not be able to come back for a while. During this time, can you satisfy my curiosity?"
Sarlayan nodded in agreement before Valeera: "Yes, as long as we know and can tell you, we can tell you, but I also have a 'small' condition."
Ledros responded readily: "Please speak."
Sarlayan looked at the elegant Ryderros with bright eyes and said word by word: "My mentor is the contemporary successor of Quel'Delar, the upper dragon-forged blade."
"It is said that Quel'Delar's sister sword is kept in Syndra's hands. Can you open my eyes?"
A look of surprise flashed in Ryderos's eyes: "Quel'Delar...so your country is related to the Sunstrider family?"
Valeera: "Yes, our homeland Quel'Thalas was founded by Dath'Remar Sunstrider who led his people to the east."
Ledros suddenly smiled: "It turns out to be Dath'Rema. I met him several times in Zin-Azshari in the early years."
"Okay, I promise you."
"As long as it satisfies the curiosity I have accumulated over the past ten thousand years, as the custodian of Quel'Sera, I can take it out for you to see, and even... I can give it to you."
A glint flashed in Sarlayan's eyes: 'As expected, it's as the barrage said, then I won't be polite.'
…
This exchange of knowledge and physical objects lasted for several hours.
Ledros is one of the most outstanding scholars in Sindra. He only gave up his position as the leader of scholars to Talevir because of his insufficient management skills.
More than 1,200 years ago, Ledros, one of the representatives of Syndra scholars, tried his best to dissuade Torcedrin from doing stupid things.
But Prince Torsedlin, who was already half crazy at the time, did not listen to his persuasion and resolutely raised the butcher's knife against innocent civilians.
Ledros, who blamed himself, stepped aside in frustration and from then on concentrated on studying the topics he was interested in and no longer interfered with foreign affairs.
For ten thousand years, Ledros and others have adhered to the principles of the Hidden Ones, trapped in Elre'Thalas, and ignorant of all changes in the outside world.
When Tallevir decided to raise the flag of rebellion, Ryderros silently stood behind him and voted in favor when Tallevir initiated a vote on whether to seek help from the night elves.
He originally thought that Syndra's initiative to put down her arrogance and contact the former night elf commoners would get a positive response. However, ten thousand years later, the highborne elves are no longer the respected nobles they were before, but are now sinners that everyone shouts about.
From Syndra's perspective, they felt they were wronged.
Syndra did not participate in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. Many people held the idea of "What does Queen Azshara's madness have to do with us?" and were puzzled and unhappy with Shandris's cold attitude.
Both parties have their own reasons for being cynical, so the progress of secret contacts will naturally not be accelerated.
The arrival of Sharlayan and Valeera can act as a lubricant between the two.
Compared with those "rude and disrespectful" night elf commoners, Syndra, including Marcus and Ryderros, had a gentler attitude towards the high elves who were also descendants of the high elf.
Both parties can discuss communication as equals, and there is no relationship between high and low status.
Ledros, thirsty for knowledge, asked Sarlayan and Valeela a lot of questions.
The enthusiasm accumulated over 10,000 years exploded all at once, completely draining Sarlayan's knowledge reserves. In the end, he resorted to barrage to barely satisfy Ledros' seemingly endless curiosity.
Valeera only lasted less than an hour in this question-and-answer session before raising her hands in surrender. After that, she kept looking at Sarlayan with strange eyes as she calmly responded to Ledros' questions.
'Where on earth did this guy know so much secret information? Even the Backlight Blade doesn't have a lot of information.'
It wasn't until Laidros leaned back in his chair with satisfaction that Sarlayan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This guy's questions became more and more tricky as time went on, and it even began to make Sarlayan wonder if he was deliberately looking for trouble.
Fortunately, with the backing of the barrage with rich reserves of knowledge, I finally didn't show any timidity in front of Ledros.
"I didn't expect that."
Ledros sighed with emotion: "The light of lights that was once admired by countless people has now turned into an ugly aquatic scale creature. The changes in the world are really unpredictable."
"Ha~"
Sarlayan is not an old man like Laidros who has personally experienced the glory days of the Dark Night Empire, and he has no so-called fan filter for Azshara.
"When Azshara overestimated her capabilities and tried to cooperate with the Burning Legion on an equal footing, her end was already doomed."
"Even if she doesn't turn into a naga, she will turn into an even uglier form after being infused with evil energy. There is no essential difference in the final result."
Ledros nodded with a sad expression: "Betraying the world that you live in and the people you are supposed to protect, Azshara's ending is not worthy of pity... just like Tortheldrin today."
Ledros stood up from the chair and moved his body, walked slowly to the bookshelf nearby, unlocked a series of complex arcane mechanisms, and took out a long strip wrapped in runic white cloth from the secret grid.
object.
Placing the white package covered with runes on the surface on the experimental table, Ledros peeled it off layer by layer with a serious expression.
Not to mention Sarlayan, even Valeera came to him with a curious face, eagerly watching Ledros's actions that seemed to have a sense of ritual.
When the rune cloth was completely uncovered, what appeared in front of the three people was a wide-edged one-handed sword.
From the outside, the workmanship of this sword looked very beautiful, but Sarlayan could not feel any power from the blade.
Ledros smiled bitterly and sighed: "Just like Syndra who was disconnected from the world, Quel'Sera also lost its glory as time passed."
"Torcedrin has drained away the power of the dragon contained in Quel'Sera. This upper-level dragon-forged blade is now just a bright appearance, and has long lost the magical power it once had."
Ryderros held Quel'Sera in his hands with great care and solemnly handed it to Sarlayan.
"You have satisfied my curiosity that I have endured for thousands of years. According to the agreement, Quel'Sera is yours."
When Sarlayan took the sword, Ledros breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
"It's time for Quel'Sera to reunite with its sister sword, but before that, you need to restore its power."
Ledros rummaged through the bookshelves and found a notebook covered in dust.
"This records my research on Quel'Thera over the years, and includes instructions on how to restore Quel'Thera's power."
"Let me remind you first that the process of resuscitating Quel'Sera will never be easy, so be mentally prepared in advance."
[It is indeed difficult for ordinary people. I still remember the torture I suffered when doing this task. 】
[Yes, you have to extract dragon blood, calcine it with dragon fire, and you have to stand at the head of the dragon. I don’t even know how many times I was sprayed to death by the Black Dragon Princess. 】
[For Sarlayan, it is very simple. Not to mention dragon fire forging, extracting dragon blood is simply a piece of cake. Just drain your own blood. 】
Sarlayan: "...If possible, I really don't want to bleed myself."
Looking at the dull Quel'Sera in his hand, Thalayan said silently: 'Now is not the time to recast it. Let's think about it after this incident is over.'