"Farewell is over?" The sentry general who was holding the Hippogryph turned his head and asked.

　　 Aristophane just got off Adelina, he nodded and said nothing.

　　 At this time, they were located at the newly built valley sentry. After sending away his seriously injured son, Fandral decided to stay here, monitoring the bugs behind the wall of beetles to prevent them from launching a sudden attack again.

　　 Tyrande left the necessary defenders after Aristophanes signed an agreement, and then led the remaining elves and the sons of Cenarius back to Ashenvale and Mount Hyjal in the north.

　　 "I'm almost ready here. The magic barrier on Erre'Thalas should be opened soon. The high priest entrusted me to go there with you to find the hidden high-level wizards."

　　 Aristophane asked suspiciously, "You want to go too?"

　　 Shandris said: "Yes, after this battle, the high priest understands that the druids and sentinels are too restrictive. We still need some supervised arcane power."

Aristophanes knew that the night elves would eventually accept the Syndras in Errethalas, but he did not expect Tyrande to change his mind so early and began to take the initiative to contact the isolated Errethala S.

　　 "I am changing history too!" Aristophane sighed, and then he opened his mouth and said to the sentry general: "I understand, then let's go now?"

Shandris nodded, stretched out his hand to pat the Hippogryph beside him, stepped lightly, and then squeezed the reins of the Hippogryph, and flew off the ground with a whistle. The team quickly disappeared among the mountains.

　　 At this time, Ere'Thalas is also facing a big problem: There is a problem with the source of their power.

　　 "Over 80% of the energy we have extracted in this thousand years is used to imprison that demon, and only less than 20% is left for us to absorb, Your Royal Highness."

　　The upper elf prince whose pupils are emanating weird green tapped his fingers on the table several times: "In other words, the energy we have has no way to feed so many people?"

"Our shields have been weakened to the extreme, and some civilians have been cut off their daily energy share. Even so, these energy can only be used by the elves of the council." A Sindra mage said, "According to The current energy quota changes estimate that we will not be able to get any energy from that demon in at most another twenty years."

　　 "Did the parliament propose a solution?"

　　 "The Archmage His Excellency Modante proposed to go out and look for other support; while Barak thought it would be too dangerous to rush out of Erre'Thalas, it is better to continue to tap the potential to ensure the survival of Syndra.

　　 Prince Tosidlin stood up, he looked at the tall bookshelf behind him, and took out the next book: "How to Extract Energy More Efficiently" by Maitri.

　　 The elf opened the book and turned to a page marked by him: For the Quel'Dorei, energy absorption is a blessing and a curse. If you are in an energy-poor environment and there are other elves around, there is an emergency circle that can guarantee you to survive, but the price...

　　 The following words were blacked out for some reason, but Torsedlin knew what Metrie meant.

　　 "Sylvet, next I'll give you a task to count how many Syndras there are in Ere'Thalas, and to divide their age."

　　 "Yes, Your Royal Highness. Then how should the council respond?"

　　 "Just say I have a solution to the lack of energy." Torsedrin closed the book, green fire shining in his eyes.

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　　 Outside Ere'Thalas, Shandris and Aristophanes were looking at the thin blue magic shield in front of them, their faces solemn.

　　 "It's been half a month, why does this shield still exist?" Shandris said conveningly.

　　 Aristophanes stretched out his hand and pressed it, the thin arcane energy layer was sunken, he released his hand, and the shield returned to its original shape.

　　 "This shield..." The wizard mage condensed a mass of energy in his left hand under Shandris's eyes, touched it lightly, and began to perceive its structure.

　　 Soon he opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.

"How's it going?"

"I understand the principle of this shield a little bit," Aristophane raised his head and said, looking at the semi-circular shield. "Fortunately, the shield is in a low-energy state. Otherwise, it is impossible for me to analyze a part of it so simply. Right, General."

　　 When he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and used occult energy to draw a magic circle on the edge of the magic shield, and then activated it. A hole appeared in the magic shield, and a strange energy and another familiar smell poured out from it.

　　 Shandris' eyes widened and her complexion changed drastically, and she immediately took out the bow and arrow she was carrying: "This, this is the smell of demons and blood!"

　　 Aristophanes nodded. He had also seen the Eredars, and the familiar stench reminded him of the fight in the Deadwind Pass.

　　 He took out the artifact staff, gave himself good armor, and walked in first, Shandris followed closely.

　　 Soon they arrived at a huge courtyard. A huge crystal energy tower stood on the edge of the courtyard. Some energy bodies were swimming around it. There was a deeper courtyard behind the courtyard, but it seemed to be covered by something.

　　 The two people walked cautiously across the grass, and when they came to the edge, the smell of blood became more intense, they looked down.

"Hiss~" The two took a breath, and what was presented in front of them was a very tragic picture: at least hundreds of elves were lying on the ground, the red blood had solidified, and the elves had their faces shaved. Thin, withered body, as if something was forcibly pulled out of their bodies.

　　 "This, this is..."

　　 "Ah, General, you read that right, these elves absorbed the energy in their bodies, and then they were slaughtered." Aristophanes squeezed the staff in his hand, and the joints began to turn white.

　　 Looking at the elf body below, Shandris was silent, but also clenched the bow and arrow in his hand.

Aristophane saw a door below, he pushed Shandris, and then said to her: "General, there should be the official entrance of Ere'Thalas, let's go and meet the leader here. ."

　　 The two cautiously walked to the door, and found that the door was not locked at all, they pushed open and walked in.

　　 Behind the door is a long corridor with burning torches on the wall. At this moment, Aristophane seemed to sense something and winked at the sentry general. Shandris understood, and nodded invisibly.

Soon they came to the end. There was a rotunda with energy bodies and elemental bodies patrolling around the hall, and a strange-looking creature was lying in the center. Several elves stood beside it, controlling the circle. Extract energy from him.

　　 "Oh my god, that's a demon catastrophe dog! These elves actually get energy from it!"

Hearing Shandris’s angry words, Aristophane whispered, “It’s more than that~lightnovelpub.net~You see those crystal energy towers, right? These elves draw out the energy from the demon and charge it In the energy towers, use these energy towers to suppress this disaster dog."

　　 "Are they crazy? Are demons so easy to handle?"

　　 At this time, an unfamiliar voice sounded beside them: "Elf, you are right, we are indeed crazy."

Aristophan released the frosty new star that had been prepared for a long time, and an icy blue halo spread out. An elf in a robe was frozen in place, Shandris took out a short knife and put it on his neck. .

　　 "Who are you?" Shandris asked in a low voice.

"What an exquisite frost spell!" The elf didn't seem to think the two in front of him were dangerous. He calmly cast the spell to dry the frost on his body, and then said, "I should ask you first, elves, Who are you, why do you want to sneak into Erethalas, come to this muddy water."

　　 "I am the Sentinel General of Kaldorei, the controller of Feathermoon Fortress, Shandris Feathermoon, and the mage over there is from Quel'Thalas."

　　 "Quel'Thalas?" the mage asked suspiciously, "what is that place? Why have I never heard of it?"

　　 "Stop talking nonsense, fairy, tell us your name!"

　　 The elf sighed, and then said: "I am Modante, Modante Yongkage, a member of the Council of Elthalas.

　　 "What the **** is going on? Why are you slaughtering your fellow citizens?" Shandris asked with an ugly face.

　　 "It's a long story, come with me, let us talk slowly."