Chapter 166: The Dilemma of Erethalas

　　 Actually, there are not many high-level elves who want to explore the storm fortress after leaving Erethalas.
　　 Prince Tosidlin has been squeezing the supply of Arcane power in Erre'Thalas recently. Fortunately for the powerful, the civilians, especially the poor, are almost unable to survive.
　　 In order to absorb the arcane energy this time, a large number of elves from the civilian area came to open Erethalas, and most of them became the prey of ogres.
　　 The Gordok ogre is already watching this ancient city of elves-but the defensive magic is still working, and the entire city is like a hedgehog that the ogres can't start.
　　 In desperation, the ogre can only surround the city.
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The ruler of Ere'Thalas, Prince Tosedrin did not have the time to manage the life and death of the elves who left the city. The civilians who went to investigate were not important. It was good or bad to bring back good news. Can't rescue him from the unspeakable distress now.
Although the ogre was repelled, this time it also consumed a large amount of Arcane energy in Erethalas. Now the demon in the city has gradually been unable to hold on, and the energy that can be drawn from it is getting less and less. There is even a tendency for the gains to outweigh the losses-you know, in order to restrain this demon, Erethalas needs to expend a considerable amount of energy.
Ten thousand years ago, Torsedlin’s father, Tons, took the summoners to select carefully, and finally chose the horror as the object of summoning, so a horror named Imottal was summoned from the Twisting Void Ere'Thalas.
The horrors are notoriously large in energy but too low in IQ to use them. The Syndra believed that they could use the energy of Imottal-therefore, the Great Arcanists built five arcane towers to form one The circle bound Imottar firmly in the prison.
　　 The power of the horror is extracted, after purification, part of it is used to continue to control the horror itself, and the other part is for the residents of the entire city.
　　 This method was very successful at the beginning. The huge energy of the leader of the horror was purified into an aura, maintaining the operation of the city for ten thousand years.
　　 But the situation is different now. Imottal is much weaker, and the energy he was extracted is far less pure than before. The loss in the purification process is getting higher and higher, and the part that can be extracted is less and less. It is also a last resort to restrict the residents' absorption of Olympic energy.
　　 Even Prince Tosidlin himself has reduced the absorption of arcane energy.
　　 At the Erre'Thalas Council that had just been convened, Torsedrin found nothing. These elves, who adored themselves, couldn't make a reliable suggestion. They would just pat their chests and say what the prince said and what I did.
　　 This has been the case for ten thousand years.
　　 As the exhausted Tosidlin was lying on the bed and rubbing the corners of his eyes, the devil's whispers sounded in his ear again.
This is another serious problem. Due to the shortage of arcane energy, in order to reduce the loss of energy, Torsedrin removed some purification processes, which made the arcane energy inevitably incorporate some evil energy, these with demon will The energy gradually eroded Tosidlin. Fortunately, the horror's IQ was too low and he didn't know how to bewitched. He just said some meaningless words, otherwise Tosidlin could not guarantee whether he would fall.
　　 "Is it true that you can only ask the druids for help?"
　　Prince Tosidlin was still unwilling. Ere'Thalas was unwilling to bow his head to the civilian druids tens of thousands of years before choosing this path. How could he give up lightly now?
　　 "There is a way, there must be a way!"
　　 Tosedlin, who had an unbearable headache, put on his clothes and left his bedroom. He walked along the corridor to the library and went to find polymaths.
　　 Loremasters preserved the ancient warfare period, the night elves had a large collection of books and treasures. The entire circle of Elthalas and the arcane tower that trapped the demon were all researched by Tones and the Loremasters.
　　 "Ledros, Yavor, Kildas, McCus, come here."
　　Torseidlin called the four leaders of the polymath and came to Pian Ting.
　　Too lazy to say something polite, Tosidlin said, "How about your research on that treasure? Can it be used by us now?"
　　 The four polymaths looked at each other and could only shake their heads.
　　 "Then where are you in your research?"
"Research is very difficult..." Yawo said, "Although it is mysterious, according to the record, this treasure carries all the wisdom of a race, and we have successfully detected his arcane fluctuations-but no matter what This way, we have not yet been able to reveal his true identity."
　　 "In other words, are you still studying that empty box?!" Torsedlin patted the table angrily, "It has been a thousand years, are you just studying that box?"
"In fact, there are still some gains." Kildas shook his head. "We have proved that the treasure is still there according to the book records, but we can't let it show. We have tried various ways of manifestation. Now Attempting to use permutation rune enumeration..."
　　 "Enough! You trash!" Torsedlin was furious ~EbookFREE.me~ Arrangement rune enumeration? ! Do you know that Imottar is almost out of control now? Do you know that the current residents of Elthalas are in short supply of Aoneng? Do you know how much Aoneng I have provided you? "
　　 "The ogres are everywhere, and now many untouchable druids hope to get in. Last month, a nobleman fell into a Sartre! Now when it is not academic research, we need extraordinary means!"
　　 The angry Tosidlin could not restrain his strength, the rushing Austrian energy blows the documents in the side hall everywhere, and the four masters of polymath are silent in front of the violent prince.
　　 After a while, Torsedlin finally calmed down.
"I hope you abandon those senseless persistence. Last month, for your experiment, I even killed a group of innocent people who should have absorbed the aura." Torsedlin closed his eyes and pointed long ears. Twitching, "If we can't solve this problem, we will either be dead, or we will simply seek help from those untouchables-like those spineless guys 10,000 years ago, wagging for mercy."
　　 finally told his sins, Tosidlin was sad for a while and finally relaxed a lot. Looking at the four polymath masters who were dumbfounded in front of him, Tosidlin waved to let them out.
　　 In the small side hall, Torsedrin stared at the gorgeous ceiling, and Erethalas, in internal and external troubles, held the prince tightly like a chain, almost breathless.
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