Chapter 126: The death of Prince Torsedrin (Part 1)

　　 "Don't worry, I understand the purpose of your coming here." Modant said, "Come with me, let's go to the library office and have a good conversation."
　　 Shandris looked at the innocent elf mage, a little undecided. Aristophanes put away the staff, took out a crystal and handed it to him: "This is a demon crystal, Master, just to be on the safe side, you understand."
Mordant took it. As soon as he got his hand, he felt that the arcane energy flow in his body became slow, but he still didn't feel offended, but curiously asked: "Is this the limit crystal you developed, Mage? Has the outside magic research progressed so fast?"
　　 Shandris put away the short knife, still watching the Sindra mage cautiously.
　　 "Alright, let's go." Modant led them out of the hall and walked into a place full of books. The elves on the road looked indifferent and occasionally someone greeted Modante.
　　 Soon after arriving in a small room, Modante greeted the two of them to sit down: "What do you want to drink? Moon plum juice or something else?"
Aristophane and Shandris looked at each other, and the half-elf shook their heads: "No, Master Mage, just answer our question. What happened to Ere'Thalas? Why are so many elves dead? What is going on with that demon?"
　　 Modante sat across from them, with a wry smile on his face: "This is also our own evil!"
　　 Then he began to tell the history of the development of Ere'Thalas, from the order of Queen Azshara before the War of the Ancients to the explosion of the Well of Eternity and the division of the continent.
　　 "Under the leadership of Prince Torsedrin, we worked together to weave a magnificent spell to protect the entire Elthalas, so as to avoid being destroyed by the catastrophe of heaven and earth."
　　 "What happened then?" Shandris asked.
　　 "Later, in order to protect ourselves, we built many crystal towers and built a prison to imprison a new source of power."
　　 Aristophane replied, "Is that the demon?"
"Imotar," Modant said in a low voice, "that demon is called Imota, a disaster dog that Prince Tosedrin summoned and restrained privately. He draws power from it. And then distribute it to our followers.
　　 Someone opposed it at first, but after experiencing the pain of lack of demons and enjoying the taste of demonic energy, no elves came forward. "
　　 "Better than the energy of the Well of Eternity?"
　　 "It's hard to compare good and bad. This energy is darker and turbulent than the Well of Eternity, but its addictiveness and enjoyment are hard to match."
"Thousands of years have passed, but the power used to imprison Imottal has grown day by day, especially since this prison has been on the verge of reaching its limit recently-most of the energy has been used to maintain the prison. There is very little for us to learn from."
　　 Shandris took the stubborn words: "So you killed those civilians to save these energy?"
　　 Modante said painfully: "Prince Tosedrin put forward this opinion, I am very opposed to this proposal, but other people in the council support him. These people are crazy, crazy!"
　　 Looking at the elf mage with a hideous face in his hands, Aristophane and Shandris were silent.
　　 "Why don't you think about getting out of the shield?"
　　 Modante said: "I mentioned it, but no one agrees with me. They are all confused by Imottal's energy!"
　　 Then he took a heavy breath and adjusted his emotions: "Well, you already know what happened to Ere'Thalas. Now can you tell me your purpose of coming here?"
　　 Shandris and Aristophane each stated their goals.
"So you are elves from different places? Quel'Thalas is the magical kingdom built by the old Dathremar who ran away from the sea? Are you here to find Maitri's scroll? And you, the moon The priestess of the temple? Are you here to contact Syndra?"
　　 Modante understood their intention and nodded: "I can agree to all your requests, but I need you to help me and kill Prince Tosidlin."
　　 "What?" Shandris asked in shock, "He is the leader of Syndra!"
"But he is crazy!" Modante said, "you only see the first batch of civilians to be slaughtered. In his plan, two-thirds of the residents of Ere'Thalas are in his purge. Column, you know that there are close to 20,000 elves, and the entire Erethalas is no less than 30,000!"
　　 "Then what are you going to do? The three of us probably won't be able to kill the prince under heavy protection at all? And the prince should not be weak."
"I have contacted some opponents. Among them, the ranger unit led by Captain Irina Darkwood is the main opposition group~EbookFREE.me~ Tomorrow when Prince Tosedrin starts to kill people in the courtyard, Irina and I will lead her troops to attack the five crystal towers. Every time a Torsedrin is destroyed, the power will weaken. Your task is to hold him back and buy us time."
　　 Early the next morning, Aristophane and Shandris, wearing hoods, stood with a group of anxious elves in the courtyard, surrounded by Torsedrin's staff holding the same standard staff.
　　 After a while, the prince led a group of council members to appear in front of them. He stood high and looked down at the civilians in front of him. The green flames in his eyes were burning.
　　 "My compatriots, Ere'Thalas will always remember your dedication and sacrifice!" Tosedrin shouted, and then the mages on the surrounding high platform began to chant the spell, and the civilians below suddenly panicked.
　　 At this time, Aristophane and Shandris took off their hoods. The sentry general raised his bow and arrow, aimed at Tosidlin on the high platform, and shot it out.
　　 Aristophane took out his staff, countless lightning gathered, and hit the mages standing around.
　　 "Oh, it turns out that two mice are hiding here." Torsedrin reached out to block Shandris' bow and arrow, and started casting spells, but his face suddenly changed: "Crystal!"
At this time, Irina had led the rangers under her to destroy a crystal tower located outside, and then she divided into two groups, and went to the second floor of the courtyard separately with the deputy captain, trying to destroy the crystal tower there, and gave the tower indoor Modante Yongying.
　　Torseidlin was anxious in his heart, but Shandris was quicker than an arrow. He had to endure the weakness in his body and the interrupted backlash of spellcasting to resist the sentry general's attack.