Chapter 169: Memories of Torsedlin

　　While the Great Arcanists were connected to each other in private, Tosedrin walked quietly in the ruined corridor of the civilian area of ​​Erethalas alone.
　　Although the end of his plan was about to come, Torsedlin had an inexplicable hesitation in his heart.
　　 Looking at these dilapidated marble streets, Torsedlin stretched out his fingers towards the wall.
　　 The thick dust on the fingertips tells of thousands of years of time, and the broken statue under the dust reminds the prince of the endless glory of Ere'Thalas.
　　 When he was young, Torsedrin once rode on his father Tones's shoulders and listened to his father telling himself all the magic principles on the street.
　　 "This automatic sweeping broom is the best application of activation technique. In fact, someone suggested to use arcane servant at the beginning, but that cost is too high and it is far less convenient than activation technique."
"Have you learned the light technique? Don't think this little trick is simple. You have to know that for the light technique in these street lamps, the polymath masters took thousands of trials to stabilize. Arcane arts have never been simple. "
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　　 But these Austrian mathematics creations have long been no longer used in order to save the Olympic energy. Unfortunately, the squeezed out energy did not extend this glory for long.
　　 The streets are deserted and deserted. In this turbulent time, no one wants to go out.
After passing a house, Torsedlin's gaze flicked across the silent houses. Obviously, the people inside were no longer there—perhaps they died in the hands of ogres when they went out. Maybe Sartre, maybe myself...
Thinking of what he had done, Torsedlin started to have a headache again. He didn't know if it was the influence of the devil. After all, at this moment, every piece of arcane power is so precious. He hasn't used arcane wisdom for a long time. Calm down, but now the result of trying to calm down is that the head hurts more.
　　Although the plan has been determined, Tosidlin still has a fluke in his heart. If there is any other way, maybe Elthalas can stick to it.
　　 Anything else, items, potions, artifacts...
　　 The records of the Great Library are about to be ripped apart by Torsedrin and Lorear. From the rod of the guardian to the wild magic that the black dragon originates from inside the body, Torsedrin still can't see the tomorrow of Erethalas.
　　 The desperate prince swears that he is really willing to give everything, but all the items on record cannot help him.
It’s not that you don’t want the night elves to help yourself, but it’s no longer possible for Syndra to believe in the druidic doctrines. For a long time to absorb the energy of the devil, Syndra has been destined to be a heresy—think of Illidan that father said Cedlin could only be more desperate.
　　 I expected to sacrifice myself to get the aid of the night elves, but the of Elthalas refused because he was unwilling to give up his privileges!
　　 Father, have you ever thought about what to do? We can't use the treasures you desperately obtained from Queen Azshara! For ten thousand years, we have been looking for the key to open the treasure, but even with the joint efforts of the Loremasters, we finally started to use the permutation rune enumeration method!
　　 No one can answer the prince's full of questions.
　　 Unknowingly, Torsedlin walked to the door of a household that was still lit.
　　 It is rare that someone is there, and Torsedlin knocked on the door.
　　 It's not someone else who opened the door, but Leah Kim.
　　 The old lady was not too surprised to see the appearance of the prince, but quickly turned sideways to welcome Torsedlin in.
　　 "It's rare that His Royal Highness will come to a dilapidated place like ours. Come in and sit down. I have some magic power to entertain you."
　　 Before Torsedlin refused, Liakin took out a bottle cherishedly, and gave a glass of blue liquid to Torsedlin. Gritting her teeth, the old lady poured herself a glass.
　　 Two people sat facing each other, but they held the cup and said nothing.
For a long time, Liakin took the initiative to break the silence: "His Royal Highness really worked hard. The recent Ere'Thalas was so restless, even my little granddaughter was killed in the last Sartre attack. ..."
　　 Tor Sedlin squeezed the cup in his hand, his knuckles trembling slightly due to excessive force.
Liakin’s muddy eyes didn’t realize this, she continued on her own mind: "...our civilians’ lives are getting harder and harder. I used to be able to earn some extra money from mana potions, but now I can only use it. The potion of strength is hanging on his own life."
　　 Tosidlin raised his head and looked at the old woman in front of him carefully. After thinking about it for a long time, he realized that this was the master of pharmacy mentioned by his father!
　　 The prince who discovered this raised his glass and took a few sips of mana.
　　 "Don't worry, drink slowly-who would have thought that the gadgets I invented on a whim could become my guarantee of survival..."
　　 "Master Leah King, is there any medicine that can help Syndra get rid of the addiction-or temporarily relieve the addiction?"
　　 "It's rare that the prince can still remember my name... If so, will we still be like this? Mana potion can be topped for a while~EbookFREE.me~ but the cost is too high, and the effect is getting worse."
　　 "And the formula polymaths I have are all registered, the prince should also know."
　　 Time slowly passed by Liakin's chatter every minute, and Torsedlin also gradually drank the mana in the glass.
　　 Liya Jin got up to pour the wine.
　　 "Have your Royal Highness really decided to perform the sacrifice ceremony? What about the tomorrow of Ere'Thalas?"
　　 "Tomorrow..." Torsedlin took the second glass of magic wine, shook his head with a wry smile, "Let's talk about it before today, Erezalas tomorrow, who knows."
　　 "You haven't answered me yet."
Countless thoughts flashed through Torsedlin’s mind. The helpless polymath, the two-faced Council of Ere'Thalas, the secretly connected great arcanist, the eager ogre, and the Sartre in the shadows. The harder the demon...
　　 "It's decided." Torsedrin quickly drank the second glass of mana, "Tomorrow I will directly perform the sacrifice ceremony!"
　　 As he said, Tosidlin wanted to get up and leave, but found that his body was numb, and the aura in his body was also sealed!
　　 "Leah Kim, what are you doing? Why are you poisoning?!"
　　 "Poison?" The old lady still looked fragile, "I didn't poison it, I was just preventing you from destroying the city."
　　Speaking, Liakin pointed to Tosidlin's glass after drinking.
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