Elre'Thalas was built during the most glorious era of the Kaldorei Empire.
It was formed almost at the same time as the Kaldorei capital Azshara.
The style of the city is similar to other Kaldorei cities, grand and elegant, and all kinds of infrastructure are very complete.
However, tens of thousands of years later, the number of residents living in it was very small.
Except for Syndra, who came here on the order of the queen to sort out various magic books, only some of the upper-class elves who were near Feralas when the sky fell apart escaped.
As a result, there are very few residents in this huge elven city. There are only about a thousand Syndra mages and about a few hundred former nobles and current civilians.
A large city that can accommodate at least 200,000 to 300,000 residents now has only about 2,000 urban residents.
Most Syndra live in the core area of the city, and the periphery has been basically abandoned and looks overgrown.
That's why it will be so easy for ogres and other forces to enter the city in the future.
Because there was no resistance at all, the sparsely populated Sindra could not even live in the core of the city, and there was really no need for the large area on the periphery.
Tonatiu and Prince Torsedrin fell over the city, attracting the curious gazes of the few Syndra.
Compared with ordinary Kaldorei, Syndra's looks and appearance are basically more than 90% similar.
At most, the skin color should be lighter and whiter.
Tortheldrin took him directly to the core area where Immortar was located, and Tonatiu saw a real living demon for the first time in Azeroth.
A huge two-headed hellhound. In terms of size, it is not even inferior to Naboa or Chromie's dragon form.
He also looks very ferocious, fitting the name of a devil, but he looks very sick and has no energy at all.
Tonatiu said that he understood this very well. It had been having its blood drawn for almost 10,000 years, and if it still had energy, the Syndras would not have an energy crisis.
When Tortheldrin took Tonatiu to visit it, the huge demon lord did not stand like in the game, but lay weakly on the ground.
The ground was carved with a magic circle that Tonatiu couldn't understand. A steady stream of magic power gathered on the magic circle and flowed outside.
When the Elf Prince and the Troll King approached, the superior Demon Lord raised his eyelids and glanced at them feebly, then closed his eyes and ignored them.
This battery was probably pumped to the point of despair. It shouldn't be able to commit suicide. If it could, it would probably have committed suicide long ago.
To be honest, Tonatiu couldn't understand the reason at all. He was not a mage, nor was he a powerful arcanist. He had no research on battles and demonic energy at all.
He used the system's ability to look at the demon lord:
[Imotar: King of Demonic Two-Headed Dogs, Level 2 Void Demon, Weak State]
The level is very high, but there are no eggs.
"What can you do?" Torsedlin looked at Tonatiu who was visiting, and used honorifics for the first time, with hope in his questioning tone.
"Yes." Tonatiu said simply. "Kill it and replace it with a new and stronger demon!"
Tortheldrin's glowing electric eyes rolled his eyes in a rare move, letting the Troll King know that there was still white in his eyes.
The demon lord imprisoned in the huge barrier seemed to understand Tonatiu's troll language. When he heard that he was about to kill him, his eyes opened.
Tonatiu seemed to see in its eyes: "Kill me! Kill me quickly!!"
Even if a demon is imprisoned for ten thousand years and cannot resist during this period, the blood that has been drained for ten thousand years will be the energy of the demon.
Life is worse than death, which probably refers to its current mentality.
What a pitiful devil.
"It's very difficult." Tortheldrin couldn't help but say. "I tried to communicate in the void, and I found that demons weaker than Immortar may be easy to control, but their energy and level are insufficient. Demons stronger than it,
The difficulty of controlling the imprisonment is countless times higher than that of Immortar."
"I have a suggestion..." Tonatiu said suddenly. "Go to my city and have a look. Maybe you can find the answer you want there."
Prince Tortheldrin opened his mouth silently.
But in her heart, she didn't believe that the answer to the question that had troubled Syndra for thousands of years could be found in the troll city.
But Torsedlin, who was extremely sleepy and wanted to change, was still moved by the Troll King's invitation.
He thought that instead of being stuck in Elrethalas and thinking hard and getting nothing, he could go for a walk and maybe he could find a solution outside.
The Troll's City may not have a solution, but you can use it as your first stop to start your own journey around the world in search of hope.
"Okay. I accept your invitation."
Prince Tortheldrin said softly.
Tonatiu smiled.
a good start.
After the troll king and the elf prince made their decision, they left the core of the magic circle where Immortar was imprisoned.
They walked in Eresharas.
"I need to explain something." Prince Torsedrin said, "It may take a day."
"Please."
"Well... stay in Eresalas for a day. I will find a tour guide for you, and you can take a look around my city." Tortheldrin said after thinking for a while.
It happened that a purple-haired male Kaldorei passed by. It seemed to be just a coincidence, but he looked at Tonatiu with some curiosity in his eyes.
"Ledros." Tortheldrin called to the purple-haired Kaldorei. "Can I ask you a favor?"
Tonatiu found that his attitude towards the elves was very friendly and he seemed very gentlemanly.
"Of course. Prince Tortheldrin, I am willing to serve you." The purple-haired Kaldorei came over and said.
"I would like to ask you to be this troll friend's tour guide for a day. Take him around Ere'Thalas, and don't go to those chaotic places." Torsedlin said.
"No problem." The purple-haired elf named Ryderros said.
In the above conversation, they used the language of Kaldorei or the ancient Kaldorei language.
Tonatiu could only understand a little bit, such as the name of the purple-haired elf, Ledros, and the word tour guide.
Then, Torsedlin looked at Tonatiu again, "I have to deal with some things. Ledros will be your tour guide. We will set off immediately tomorrow morning!"
"OK."
"Excuse me." After returning to his own city, Torsedlin's demeanor suddenly improved a lot. A blue light flashed on his body and he disappeared from the place.
The purple-haired elf came over and said: "ijla, wkgaq, skhaj!"
"Um..." Tonatiu was stunned, and smiled apologetically: "Can you speak Troll language? I don't understand the ancient Kaldorei language."
"Ah, I'm sorry." The purple-haired elf Ryderos said in a somewhat stiff troll language, with a standard forest troll accent.
Apparently his troll language teacher was a forest troll, or the troll language he learned was a forest troll.
Although they are both troll languages, they can both understand each other. Forest trolls like to speak in a retroflex tone, jungle trolls like to speak in a retroflex tone, and desert trolls are somewhere in between.
As for the Zandalari trolls, they like to speak in an aria-like accent, which sounds like French in troll language. When they speak quickly, their mouths seem to be singing...
As for the frost trolls, their words are harsh and have no aesthetic value at all. The trolls in the south despise them.
Similarly, the frost trolls also feel that the trolls in the south are too soft-spoken and boring.
There is such a thing as regional darkness, not only on the earth, nor only in the human kingdom of Azeroth.
Trolls, a universal race in Pan-Azeroth, also have various regional blackmails or various chains of contempt within the race.
This aspect needs to be described carefully, and you can even write several academic books!
Speaking in Troll language with a very ordinary forest troll accent, the purple-haired Ledros introduced himself to Tonatiu:
"My name is pronounced in Troll language, and my name is Ryderros. I am the Sindra mage in Erethalas, and I am a scholar."
"Hello." Tonatiu's troll language is a standard desert troll accent, which is short, fast, and direct in expression.
After all, talking also consumes calories. The desert troll's life in the desert is so difficult, and every calorie is precious.
This causes the desert troll to speak quickly and urgently.
"I am Tonatiu." The Troll King said with a smile. "Nice to meet you."
"Do you want to visit Elre'Thalas now? No other race has visited our city for nearly 5,000 years. The last time the strange race came here was a tauren who got lost and wandered in by mistake." Ledros
Say it in a friendly way.
Perhaps because they had been holding back in Elrethalas for too long, although these Sindra mages were a little arrogant, they were full of curiosity about everything outside.
Under the dual pressure of curiosity and Torcedrin's orders, he became friendly to a troll like Tonatiu.
It may also be that the nature of this elf is friendly.
"Let's take a look around." Tonatiu was in the game and had been to Eretharas several times.
Of course, at that time, Elre'Thalas was called the Hammer of Doom, and it was a dungeon group.
"Okay. I'll take you there right away." Ledros said softly. "But before that, I have to deal with some personal matters. I like to collect some antiques. A friend of mine found it in a ruins that may be yours.
An ancient weapon with a classic style. He asked me to go over and I wanted to get it back."
"Please." Tonatiu said, and after thinking for a while he added: "Can I go with you? It's a weapon from the ancient times of Kaldorei. I'm very curious about what it looks like."
Scholar Ledros hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Can."
Under the curious eyes of some Syndras, Tonatiu followed him and wandered around the still intact core of Elrethalas.
With a leisurely attitude, Tonatiu visited the elven city left over from ancient times.
He waited until he saw the ancient Kaldorei sword that was almost starting to rust.
