Warcraft Fortress

Chapter 86
Prince Torsedrin, Immotar's huge magical power was almost absorbed by him alone, so he was once so powerful.When he is connected with Immotar's magic, he is even equivalent to a legendary archmage, more powerful than Jaina.

The only regret is that in order to maintain this illusory power, Prince Torsedrin cannot get out of the library and Immotar's cage, otherwise his strength will be instantly beaten back to its original form, even because of his long-term treatment of Immotar. Without the dependence of Er's magic power, he will be weaker than before.

Now, Immotar has fallen, and he has suffered the most backlash.

At this moment, he squatted on the ground in pain, holding a 1-year-old magic staff in his hand, watching Xiao En and the others slowly walk in, his heart was filled with anger, hatred and despair.

He resented these people for destroying the Void Energy Spire and Immotar, making himself unable to absorb powerful magic power, and also felt despair from the bottom of his heart for their powerful strength.

He knew that his life had really come to an end.

Archmage Estulan stepped forward, sighed, and said in great pain: "His Royal Highness Prince Torsedrin, you are wrong. You should not have summoned Immotar back then, and you should not have built those majestic buildings. A spire of void energy where people have fallen. And when Immoltar's magic power weakens later, you should not kill those who follow you...they are your loyal subordinates!"

"A loyal subordinate?"

Prince Torsedrin's face showed incomparable sarcasm: "If they are really my loyal subordinates, knowing that Immotar can't provide enough magic power, why don't they take the initiative to commit suicide to reduce the consumption of magic power? They It's simply a dissent!"

Estulan sighed: "Your Highness, we really shouldn't have summoned Immoltar back then. The temptation of magic power led us astray... How much better if we were brave then? Look at Dath'Remar , he went out like that, chasing the light in his heart... No matter how difficult the journey is, he succeeded in the end!"

"Success? Hahaha!" Prince Torsedrin's voice was full of resentment: "If he hadn't owned a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity, he would have dared to leave? That despicable thief! If we had walked out of here, then They are looking for death, looking for their own death! After leaving the Kalimdor continent, those guys who call themselves high elves have lost their eternal life!"

As long as they are in Kalimdor, the night elves have some kind of subtle connection with the World Tree on Mount Hyjal, so they can get eternal life because of the blessing of the guardian dragon on the World Tree.

Oh, by the way, the original World Tree is finished. The new World Tree planted by Archdruid Fandral Staghelmet cannot give the night elves eternal life.

however……

The World Tree is not the Well of Eternity, and cannot bring the night elves an endless supply of magic power.That's why the Sunstriders left Quel'Thalas, the night elves turned to the druid way, Estulan built the Void Energy Spire, and summoned Immoltar.

Dire Maul is one of Azeroth's magic web nodes, and it is only here that Syndra elf mages can summon the mighty Immoltar.

If they left here, they would probably only face death.

From this point of view, Prince Torsedrin is not wrong.

and……

Prince Torsedrin said painfully: "And we still have to protect Elesalas, this is our mission, the mission entrusted to us by Queen Azshara!"

Estulan shook his head and said, "The Queen has long abandoned us..."

Prince Torsedrin shouted: "But we can't abandon Eresalas, this is the city we built with our own hands, it's our masterpiece, and it's our... home! If we leave, there will be no I can return home... I would rather die here than leave!"

Estulan sighed: "However, because of the catastrophe, the infiltration of evil, and because of our actions, it has fallen, and it is no longer the original Erezalas, but has become Dire Maul. So I will save this city! Come with me, my prince. Sweep away the evil, save Erezalas, and we will all be saved..."

"I do not!"

Prince Torsedrin stood up suddenly, and the staff in his hand hit the ground, making an astonishing sound.He looked at Esturin with hatred, and shouted: "Come on, let's fight! I, Torsedrin, would rather die than surrender!"

This is a battle that belongs to mages, and it is also a battle that belongs to Syndra elves. of the last battle.

Two ancient night elf archmages, engaged in a wonderful silent battle, and no one else intervened - this was the pleading of the archmage Esturan himself.

Prince Torsedrin fell at last.After all, he was backlashed by magic power and suffered too much damage... After all, he hasn't fought for too long.

"Perhaps... I was really wrong, but it's too late, Esturin."

Prince Torsedrin took one last look at the fainted Syndra fanatic, this library that had lived for tens of thousands of years, this ancient elf city, and sighed, as if he was finally relieved.

He finally looked at Esturan, and handed over the staff in his hand: "It's yours now. Treat every living Syndra elf kindly, and lead them back to the night elves... Please!"

Estulan took the staff in silence, sighed deeply, and said softly: "I will. This staff will accompany me for the rest of my life... From today, it will be called 'Torsedrin Elf Prince's Staff'."

Prince Torsedrin smiled contentedly.

He hasn't smiled for thousands of years, and his face is a little stiff.

But still very nice.

Then he closed his eyes forever.

"Godok Artifact! Ogre Gloves of Power!"

The ogre lord Krokas yelled, rushed behind Prince Torsedrin, picked up a huge glove from the corner, and regarded it as a treasure.

The glove is covered in dust, but it can't hide its delicacy and strength.Although Prince Torsedrin dismissed it and threw it on the ground at random, it was because he couldn't use this piece of equipment... Only ogres can use it.

Krokas held up the ogre power gloves, walked up to Shandris, and shouted happily: "My king, we have recovered the Godok artifact! My king, our Gordok clan will rise!"

Shandris said, "Krokas, I'm not an ogre, so I can't use this weapon. I give it to you, the most powerful warrior of Clan Gordok."

Crocas froze for a moment, a little unbelievable.

Then he put the ogre power gauntlet on his hand, feeling the great power from above, and was satisfied.

He bowed respectfully to Shandris, convinced.

(End of this chapter)