Tortheldrin actually used magic to fight the troll ten times.
When it was the troll's turn to slash him, the leader of the Syndra raised his hand: "I'm sorry, there are some things that I need to deal with in Erethalas. I think it's time for me to leave..."
"I have a way to deal with Immortar, and I may also have a way to save you from the energy crisis." Tonatiu, who had eaten ten arcane blasts, interrupted him.
This former librarian of the Kaldorei Empire seems to particularly like to use arcane blasts as his means of attack.
The power is indeed great, but the purest arcana is also what Tonatiu is least afraid of.
Torsedlin's attack was of course ineffective. His Royal Highness the Prince, who had never seen a monster like Tonatiu, was confused and looked for excuses to escape.
Just kidding, how could a great arcanist be subjected to a blow from a troll? There was no way he could abide by this agreement.
He wanted to release the space spell and leave. However, Tonatiu's words interrupted the steps of casting the blink spell.
The Elf Prince stared at the pair of glowing yellow bulb eyes and looked at the troll:
"What are you talking about? Do you know what you are talking about? Immortar is a high-level demon, and there are thousands of mages in Elrethalas. Whether it is Immortar's problem or the energy needs of the Sindras,
These are no small problems!”
Without any hesitation, Tonatiu inserted the Destroyer of Kingdoms back into the tree, pulled out Xalatath, and stuck her in front of him.
"Please cooperate, Xiao Sa."
"You stupid, dirty ant. How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to call me that!"
Without Tonatiu's instructions, the angry ancient god's body was filled with mist, and the indescribable aura of depravity lingered on her body. Then Tonatiu grabbed her, and everything just now was like an illusion, and she became
A pitch black ceremonial dagger with nothing special about it.
"Blade of the Dark Empire?!" Tortheldrin exclaimed in shock. "Why, how...how can it be so calm in your hand?"
"This is my ability. And I am immune to your attack just now, that is also my ability." After Tonatiu showed off his materialism aura again, he suggested to the prince of Sindra:
"Let's make a deal. I will help you solve the problem of Immortar and the energy crisis. In return, the magic tomes of Elre'Thalas must be opened to me unconditionally. The Sindra mages must also accept my employment.
"
Prince Tortheldrin opened his mouth silently.
"That's impossible," he said softly. "You can't do it. No one can do it, no one..."
After Tonatius confirmed that Shandis was still in a coma on the ground, he interrupted:
"Elisande, or Thalyssra. Do you know them?"
"The high-level sorcerer leader of Suramar City? Thalyssra, I heard her name a long time ago. She is an outstanding arcanist in Suramar City and has a great future." Tortheldrin
Frowning, he said softly, "Why did you mention their names? Suramar disappeared into the sky ten thousand years ago, and there is no news about it anymore."
"If I were to say that the city of Suramar is still there, and the people there are living a very good life, hundreds of times better than your Syndra, then what would you think?" Tonatiu said.
"Impossible! The Well of Eternity is broken! The commoners led by Tyrande and Malfurion were helped by the dragon, and they took another path. But we, the former nobles, have been abandoned! Even if Suramar is still there
, they can't live better than us!" Prince Tortheldrin retorted loudly.
Tonatiu smiled.
Suramar City is an ancient night elf city, and now it should be the center of power of the Nightborne civilization.
The Children of the Night are actually one of the variants of the Kaldorei. Anyway, elves, like trolls, are too easy to evolve unique characteristics due to differences in energy and region.
Although Suramar is not as glorious as Zin-Azshari, the former capital of the Kaldorei Empire, Suramar was once the largest and most important empire in the Kaldorei Empire that ruled most of Kalimdor before the Great Sundering.
One of the cities.
This city is the hometown of many famous Kaldorei characters, including Brother Stormrage, Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, the Shadowsong siblings, and many more.
In the game, Suramar and the Nightborne within it hid in Arcadia for tens of thousands of years, and were finally reborn due to another invasion by the Legion.
According to the plot in the game, Suramar will appear decades later. Today, Suramar is still in a prosperous state with flowers, fire and oil.
Compared to Syndra, who was so miserable that she sucked demons, and the Quel'dorei, who was later abused in various ways, and became the fallen elves of satyrs and naga, the lives of the Sha'dorei now are simply paradise.
"Have you ever heard of the Pillars of Creation?" Tonatius did not continue to ramble, and said directly: "The arcanists of Suramar used the Pillars of Creation to create an energy source for them to use. Borrow
With the power of the artifact, they live a good life."
"Impossible! Wait, how do you know this? Even if what you say is true, then these are extremely secretive. Even Nordrassil doesn't know, how can you, a troll, know so much about us?!
"Prince Tortheldrin asked.
"I guessed it." Tonatiu said calmly. "Just like I guessed that your name is Tortheldrin. I also guessed Suramar's current situation."
Prince Tortheldrin didn't believe that he was guessing at all. Can he guess such a thing?
But when Tonatiu said that the people in Suramar City relied on the artifacts to live a very good life, he vaguely believed it.
It is recorded in the classics of Elre'Thalas that in the distant past, the arcane masters in Suramar City had been pursuing various artifacts for a long time, and it was the artifact capital of the Kaldorei Magic Empire.
Even Queen Azshara believed in the arcanists of Suramar and placed some artifacts there, including the Tidestone, which was later shattered by the angry queen.
If the arcane masters in Suramar city used the power of those artifacts to hide Suramar and create a source of magical energy at the same time.
Torsedlin believes that it is technically feasible.
After all, Syndra, who only has a bunch of books and magic tomes, can grab a demon and suck it.
It makes no sense that the senior officials of Suramar, who have many artifacts and are better at arcanist research than Syndra, just watch and do nothing.
Torsedlin somewhat believed Tonatiu's information about the city of Suramar.
"Why should I trust you?" Tortheldrin said. "Even if what you say is true, why should I trust you? You are a troll and I am an elf. We are natural enemies."
"We are not enemies." Tonatiu shook Shandis in his left hand angrily, and his voice began to become deeper. "And... you have no choice!"
Tortheldrin wanted to retort, but was suddenly shocked because the troll's figure had disappeared from the spot, and a huge sword was stuck in the tree.
The next moment, a strong force struck.
Torsedlin, who had relaxed his vigilance, was grabbed by the collar and pinned to the tree by Tonatiu's right hand.
So fast!
How could it be so fast?!
Moreover, my alert magic and defensive magic have no effect!
Tortheldrin was so shocked that he lost consciousness.
"If I want to kill you, even if you hide in Ere'Thalas, I can pull you out, rip you open, rip out your intestines, and tie a knot around your neck with your intestines.
." Tonatiu, who had always been smiling and talking, turned cold for the first time and said threateningly.
"You have no choice." He said. "Either cooperate with me and listen to me. Or Elre'Thalas will be broken and Syndra will be displaced. And you will be the first burial object!"
