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As everyone continues to go deeper into the Sunwell Highlands, more and more corpses are visible, and the level of Decedent is getting higher and higher.

There was even a member of the Silver Moon Parliament among them--one of the few people who occupied the pinnacle of power and strength in this country. As a result, he died in vain in his own camp, among his own people. tattooed on the back.

This can't help but make the elves' inner anger grow stronger, and at the same time, their shuddering feeling becomes more obvious.

Judging from the traces, there should be only one murderer, and judging from the technique, he is not a professional warrior or assassin. There is a high probability that he is a magician.

As a high elf, he was able to kill so many former colleagues and superiors without any scruples, which shows how insane this murderer was.

Hillvanas was originally able to laugh at humans, but he was able to cultivate such a degenerate prince, and he even did not hesitate to turn his homeland into a country of decedent. Now it seems that the high elves are just half as good in this regard.

The pace of everyone became faster and faster, and finally, when they were about to reach the Sunwell, someone else's voice finally came from the empty corridor of dead silence.

It was the sound of the clash of gold and iron, mixed with the shouts and curses of the high elves, and it was obvious that someone was fighting not far away.

"Is it possible that the troops guarding the Sunwell are still fighting?"

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel excited, and their speed became a little faster.

As if there was a bright light in the dark, after stepping on this empty and gorgeous corridor, what appeared in front of Ye Ting was a magnificent square, with a magnificent pool of water standing in the center of the square. The water in the pool is not very wide, only about a few meters square. However, even the most ordinary mortal can see how much energy is contained in this dazzling water. It is as blazing as the sun, and it is so full that it overflows with golden color. The light makes the surrounding area very sacred, like the kingdom of God.

There is no doubt that this is the Sunwell that has nurtured the Quel'dorei for thousands of years.

But at the moment, next to this great and sacred Sunwell, there is a scene that is incompatible with the atmosphere.

The first thing that caught the eye were the corpses of the three Magicians, each of them covered in robes that only Silver Moon Councilors were qualified to use. The three magicians, who were at least legends, fell beside the Sunwell that they had guarded all their lives. Their postures before death were similar to those of the magicians in the corridor. They all died from sneak attacks and backstabbing.

Including the one I saw before, more than half of the entire Silver Moon Council was actually given away for nothing - if they were still alive, with the four legendary magicians firing on all cylinders, it would be impossible for the Scourge to attack Quel'Thalas. Do whatever you want.

Unfortunately, everything is irreversible.

Looking back, it was an even more miserable scene.

A Quel'dorei warrior wearing the armor of the commander of the High Elf Legion was seriously injured and squatting in front of the well holding a long sword.

Among the people standing in front of him, one was an elf, Magician, and the rest were undead. Among them was an old acquaintance of Ye Ting.

"Salorien, how are you?" Hillvanas immediately revealed the identity of the warrior, and then turned to his enemy: "Alsace...and Dar'Kan! It's you, actually. You betrayed everyone!"

She remembered Darkan, a young magician who had become famous in recent years and whom many believed would become a great magician in the future. Now he actually stands on the side of the undead, and his identity as a traitor is self-evident.

But even more angry than Hillvanas was Liadrin.

"Darkan Dela Hill, it's you, how could it be you? Why is it you?!" The girl's tone was filled with anger and deep disappointment. "I can't believe it at all. You would actually do this. Such a thing, have you forgotten how we fought for Quel'Thalas together? Have you forgotten the oath that you, me, Galiel, and Lor'themar made to protect this country? "

Facing the questioning of his old friends, life-and-death partners... and even his crush, a trace of astonishment flashed across Darkan's young and handsome face, but more of it was still resentment and distortion.

"Oh, why can't I be the betrayer? How come it can't be me? Why not me? I have paid so much for this country, even at the risk of giving my life! And how does it repay me? Or, do you think I should Like you, take the little recognition they gave me as a gift and be grateful!?

"Oh, I forgot, they gave you more than that little bit... Lor'themar became the Ranger Lord (the highest military rank under the Ranger General), and you rose to the top and became the leader of the Paladins. , you have become one of them, so naturally you have to help them speak..."

"shut up!"

The elf Magician was full of jealousy and complaints. He was interrupted by the Paladin in the middle of his sentence:

"What about Galiel? His current level is lower than yours. He is just a formal priest, but he has never complained."

"A mediocre person will naturally not and dare not complain." Speaking of another "old friend", Darkan actually sneered, "As long as he has one thousandth of my talent, he will definitely be like me." I would rather betray."

Hearing Dar'Kan say this, the last trace of friendship in Liadrin's heart for her old friend disappeared.

"'Those who have darkness in their hearts see darkness everywhere they look,' Mr. Sander said. I didn't understand this sentence at one time, but now it seems that this is the best description of you. So, don't find any more excuses for your depravity. Excuse, before complaining about others, have you ever reflected on yourself? Selfish, aggressive, arrogant... I can cite countless reasons why you are not welcome. We have reminded you time and time again, but You never listened to our advice. Now you dare to talk about injustice?! Your so-called injustice is not the reason for your betrayal! It is just an excuse for you to seek power and strength by any means. Stop insulting Kui with your filthy words. Er Salas!"

Speaking of this, Liadrin spat hard to show her disdain for Dar'Kan.

This former "old friend" really disappointed her.

In the war with the trolls, she, another priest named Galiel, Dar'kan and Lor'themar had a life-and-death encounter. That encounter made several young people of similar age The elves formed a deep friendship.

As time goes by, the four friends are all walking on their own paths. She originally thought that just a slight difference in status would not shake their friendship, but she never expected that Darkan would become so scary now.

Seemingly irritated by the rejection of his old friend, Dal (Hao Zhao Zhao) Kan's expression became more and more distorted, as if he wanted to devour the person in front of him with anger. But he was very aware of the gap in physical strength between himself and his "old friend" after becoming a paladin, so he bowed and looked at the death knight beside him flatteringly.

"Short-sighted people simply cannot understand my foresight, let alone the greatness and generosity of the master. Only the master has the real power, and surrendering to the master is the best future for Quel'dorei... It's a pity, you I can’t see it anymore.”

Then, he begged the fallen prince: "Great master, please use the power of death to let them see the true greatness and eternity.

Darkan is so flattering and his attitude is so humble.

But he lowered his head deeply and did not see that his master, the fallen prince Alsace, was looking at the human magician in front of him with fear. He was not afraid of anything.

He couldn't help but take a step back.

Seeing this familiar opponent, the prince recalled the unbearable failure experience that happened not long ago. .