Valeera, who was in charge of communication, shrugged: "There are no follow-up reinforcements yet, we just entered Eldre Salas first to check the situation."

"Santis hasn't decided whether she should trust you. She won't send troops from Feathermoon Stronghold until we send a signal."

Ledrose's brow furrowed, then relaxed again.

"That's right. The two sides were enemies and not friends ten thousand years ago. It's normal to be cautious."

"So…"

Ledros's eyes sparkled with the brilliance of seeking knowledge: "You two, Taleville should not be able to come back for a while. During this time, can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Sharlayan nodded before Valeera agreed: "Yes, as long as we know and can tell you, I can tell you, but I also have a 'little' condition."

Ledros responded readily, "Please speak."

Sharlayan looked at the elegant Ledros with piercing eyes, and said word by word: "My mentor is the contemporary successor of Quel'Delar, the dragon-forged blade of the upper class."

"It is said that Quel'Dela's sister sword is kept in Syndra's hands. Can you open my eyes?"

Surprise flashed in Ledros' eyes: "Quelderra... So, your country is related to the Sunstrider family?"

Valeera: "That's right, our motherland, Quel'Thalas, was established by Dath'Remar Sunstrider who led the tribe to the east."

Ledros suddenly smiled: "It turned out to be Dath's Remar. I had a few encounters with him in Zin-Azshari in the early years."

"Okay, I promise you."

"As long as it satisfies the curiosity I have accumulated over ten thousand years, as the custodian of Quel'Sera, I can show it to you, and even...can give it to you as a gift."

A gleam flashed in Sharlayan's eyes: "As expected, it is as the barrage said, then I will not be polite." '

…

This transaction of knowledge and objects lasted for several hours.

Ledros is the most outstanding scholar in Syndra, none of them. He just gave up the position of scholar leader to Thalerville because of his poor management ability.

More than 1,200 years ago, Ledros, one of the representatives of Syndra scholars, tried his best to dissuade Torsedrin from doing stupid things.

But at that time, Prince Torsedrin, who was already half-mad, did not listen to his persuasion, and resolutely raised the butcher knife to innocent civilians.

Ledros, who blamed himself, retreated to the second line in despair, and since then concentrated on studying the topics he was interested in, and stopped meddling in foreign affairs.

For 10,000 years, Ledros and others have been adhering to the principle of the Hidden Ones, trapped in Eldre Salas, ignorant of all changes in the outside world.

When Thalerville decided to raise the anti-flag, Ledros silently stood behind and supported it, and voted for it when Thalerville initiated a vote on whether to ask the night elves for help.

He originally thought that Syndra would get a positive response if she took the initiative to put down her airs and contact the former night elf commoners. However, ten thousand years later, the Highborne were no longer respected nobles, but sinners who were shouted and beaten by everyone.

From Syndra's point of view, they felt wronged.

Syndra did not participate in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. Many people held the idea of ​​"what does Queen Azshara's madness have to do with us", and felt puzzled and displeased with Shandris' indifferent attitude.

Both parties have their own reasons for holding airs, and the progress of the secret contact will naturally not be accelerated.

The arrival of Sharlayan and Valeera can act as a lubricant between the two.

Compared with the "rough and unrefined" night elf civilians, Syndra, including McCus and Ledros, had a gentler attitude towards the high elves who were also descendants of the high elves.

Both parties can discuss friendship on an equal footing, and there is no relationship between high and low status.

Ledros, thirsty for knowledge, asked Sharlayan and Valeera a lot of questions.

The one-time explosion of enthusiasm accumulated over ten thousand years completely emptied Sharlayan's knowledge reserves, and finally resorted to barrage to barely satisfy Ledros' seemingly endless curiosity.

Gu Valeira raised her hands and surrendered in less than an hour during this question-and-answer session, and then watched Sharlayan calmly respond to Ledros' questions with weird eyes.

‘Where did this guy know so much secret information? A lot of information is not even mastered by Backlight Blade. '

Salayan finally breathed a sigh of relief until Ledros leaned back on the chair back in satisfaction.

This guy's questions became more and more tricky as they went on, and Salayan even began to wonder if he was deliberately finding fault with others.

Fortunately, with the backing of the barrage with rich reserves of knowledge, he finally did not show his timidity in front of Ledros.

"I didn't expect that."

Ledros sighed with emotion: "The Light of Light, once admired by countless people, is now reduced to an ugly aquatic scale creature. The changes in the world are really unpredictable."

"Oh~"

Sharlayan is not a veteran like Ledros who has personally experienced the glorious period of the Dark Night Empire, and has no so-called fan filter for Azshara.

"When Azshara overreached and tried to cooperate with the Burning Legion on an equal footing, her end was sealed."

"Even if she didn't turn into a Naga, she would turn into an even uglier form after being infused with fel energy. There is no essential difference in the final result."

Ledros nodded with a sad expression: "Betraying the world I live in and the people I was supposed to protect, Azshara's ending is not worthy of pity... just like Torsedrin today."

Ledros stood up from the chair and moved his body, walked slowly to the bookshelf beside him, unlocked a series of complicated arcane mechanisms, and took out a long strip wrapped in rune white cloth from the secret grid. object.

Putting the white package engraved with runes on the experimental table, Ledros unveiled it layer by layer with a serious expression.

Not to mention Sharlayan, even Valeera leaned towards him curiously, watching Ledros' movements with a sense of ritual.

When the rune cloth was completely uncovered, what appeared in front of the three of them was a broad-edged one-handed sword.

From the outside, the sword was exquisitely crafted, but Sharlayan felt no power from within.

Ledros sighed with a wry smile: "Like Syndra who was out of touch with the world, Quel'Sera also lost her brilliance with the passage of time."

"Torcedrin emptied the power of the giant dragon contained in Quel'sera. This upper-level dragon-forged blade is now just a glamorous appearance, and it has long lost the magical power it once had."

Ledros held Quel Sela in both hands with great care, and solemnly handed it to Sharlayan.

"You have satisfied my curiosity that I have endured for thousands of years. According to the agreement, Quel Sela belongs to you."

When Sharlayan took the sword, Ledros heaved a sigh of relief as if he had let go of a heavy burden.

"It's time for Quel'sera to reunite with its sister sword, but before that, you need to restore its power."

Ledros rummaged through the bookshelf ~lightnovelpub.net~ and found a notebook covered in dust.

"It records my research on Quel'Sera over the years, and there are instructions on how to restore Quel'Sera's power."

"Let me remind you first, the process of resuscitating Quel'Sera will never be easy, so be mentally prepared in advance."

[It is indeed difficult for ordinary people. I still remember the torture I suffered when I did this task. 】

【Yeah, I have to extract the dragon blood, I have to burn the dragon fire, and I have to stand at the head of the dragon. I don’t know how many times I was sprayed to death by the black dragon princess. 】

【It's very simple for Sharlayan, not to mention dragon fire forging, dragon blood extraction is a breeze, just pour your own blood on it. 】

Sharlayan: "...If possible, I really don't want to shed my own blood."

Looking at the dull Quel'Sera in his hand, Sharlayan said silently in his heart: 'Now is not the time to recast it, let's think about it after this incident is over. '

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