Angma walked quietly through Silver Moon City. Under the cover of the energy of the Sun Well, even the patrol team that was close to him could not find his trace.

The conservative nobles took a good move, but it was also a dangerous move, completely exposing their weaknesses that had not yet grasped the situation.

The "truth" released by the parliament is too hasty. After only half a month of investigation and search, it was confirmed that Prince Kelthas had died?

I'm afraid that such a big thing should not have been concluded so early and made it public? This will only cause panic. Even the simplest-minded lower-class civilians cannot deceive, let alone deceive the military and magicians who are loyal to the prince.

Originally due to the special situation, the conflict broke out and weakened the power of the kingdom again. These two forces would remain restrained because they had long expected the actions of the Silver Moon Council and would allow them to steal some unduly profits...

But the move of the Silver Moon Council is definitely beyond the limit that everyone can tolerate. This is almost equivalent to declaring war on the prince's loyalists... Once this window paper is pierced, what will the Silver Moon Council use to fight against the military and the mage group?

Isn't Silver Moon Council so stupid?

There must be something strange about this.

As he gradually deepened, the strange magic fluctuations that Angma felt became stronger and stronger, and the aura of the demon became stronger, as if it was coming from the royal court area. The patrol guards of the conservative noble forces who passed by him had a little dull eyes, as if they were controlled by others...

"Catch out the spy and restore Yinyue City. Catch out the spy and restore Yinyue City!"

Angry shouts came from the corner, and a procession of hundreds of people was coming from a distance. The leader held a loudspeaker with a rough wooden sign, painted a magician's flame eagle badge, and then drew a large red cross on it.

These civilians had empty and confused eyes, as if they had no idea what they were doing, just following the people in front of them and mechanically repeating the slogans.

The truth has been revealed.

There are demons...

They sneaked into Yinyue City. It’s hard to say that the conservative nobles were all bewitched by them!

Suddenly, Angma felt an extremely powerful gaze swept over him, hurriedly hid in the alley, and waited for safety, he would never dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly targeted Queldanas Island and activated the teleportation spell.

...

"After recording the monitoring reading, go back and rest."

In the Temple of the Well of the Sun, the magician Carlyle said to the sleepy researcher Duer beside him, and then turned around and continued to adjust the energy guide array around the holy tree.

"Okay, Lord Carly."

It was already dark, and there were only two old and young people in the temple who were still working.

Since the core of the holy tree has completely restored its original form, it does not require any auxiliary means at all. The energy extracted from the underground magic net hub has increased by more than ten times more than before. Part of these strong magic powers are absorbed by itself for growth, while the other part is guided to the south by the energy guide device set by the magicians, from the Tower of Sun Rage and the Tower of Sun to power the entire Silver Moon City and Sun Island spell defense system.

With the joint efforts of the mages, the temple that was almost completely destroyed by the previous accident has been completely renewed. They simply asked someone to remove the vaults and walls of the temple, so that the increasingly important holy tree can escape the shackles and extend its branches without limit.

Now the holy tree has grown a little longer, and its lush branches and leaves cover the entire open-air temple base that is more than ten meters above the ground. The roots of the tree growing in the new well flow with golden energy at all times, reflecting the golden liquid in the well, illuminating the entire space extremely bright. On the bright white bark, complex natural magic runes flash from time to time, so as to spread transcend magic fluctuations that make people feel comfortable and full of vitality.

"Master Carlyle, do you think Angma will come back? I heard a... a very bad rumor. Are we really indifferent?" Researcher Duer suddenly stopped working and asked in a voice.

Carlyle looked at the young researcher who was overdrawn by overwork and his eyes were covered in blood.

After the battle of Dalaran ended in a miserable defeat, all the mages were sent to the south to find the whereabouts of the prince. The number of mages responsible for maintaining the operation of the Temple of the Well of the Sun was reduced from thirty-two to five. The heavy work made them breathless. Each person had to work at least fifteen or sixteen hours a day to barely fill the gap in manpower.

Carlyle heard the temptation in the researcher's words and said earnestly: "Don't believe in those unreasonable accusations, young people. Your job is to monitor the growth of the Holy Tree. Don't care about things outside of your ability, as it will only harm yourself."

"But we should always do something!" Duer, who was full of hair, clenched his notes and raised his voice a little.

Carly looked at him for a while, and after a long time, he said, "Okay, go and have a rest. I will complete the next finishing work."

"But……"

"No, but!"

Duer wanted to argue, but retreated under the old man's stern reprimand. He put the notes and crystals that controlled the magic circle back to his original place, and left the temple with his eyes lowered and his eyes were drooping.

Looking at Duer's lost back, the magician Carly sighed heavily.

For the Eastern Kingdoms continent, the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Dalaran was an extremely heavy blow. Dalaran was destroyed, with almost no survivors of 80,000 coalition soldiers successfully escaping, and the north of the continent lost the last force that could compete with the undead and the Burning Legion.

Carlyle stood under the holy tree and was silent for a long time.

In the past half month, the tribe's internal chaos has become a mess. Not only the princes, but also the senior officials of the blood elves have also disappeared in that battle. Not long ago, Carlyle reads the investigation report sent back from the front line. Judging from the energy level data of the final violent magic explosion, the previously qualitative "disappearance" is actually no essential difference from "death". No one can survive the explosion of intensity, but one of these two words sounds easy to accept, with the self-deception of pouring the last hope, while the other is closer to the bloody truth.

These people are in charge of the major forces in the kingdom, the group of magicians, the Breakers, the Sun-Raging Legion, the army... They are the key leaders of Quel'thalas. Without them, the blood elves will be like losing their brains. Under the threat of the undead in the south, they once again taste the feeling of being in a dark and desperate situation amid the gradually warming panic.

In the situation where there were no leaders, the Silver Moon Council stepped forward and quickly took over the supreme authority of the kingdom and issued effective orders.

The parliament urged the army that wanted to carry out a recovery operation in the northern part of the Ghostland to return to defense as soon as possible. After learning about Dalaran's defeat, the army immediately retreated north of the Arendal River and shrank all its forces to set up defense lines along the river. Everyone believed that the unstoppable Scourge Corps was very likely to launch an attack on Quel'thalas again. In addition, the military also set up an elite force in the southeast direction, always alerting the Amani trolls to attack in the chaos.

The magicians who were originally left behind in China immediately joined the site to investigate and prepare to find out the real reason for the prince's disappearance.

In despair, the Silver Moon Council played its due role and allowed people to find the backbone. The new party's view of the conservative school has undergone a great change, and the blood elves seem to have become a closely united whole again.

During this period, the only good news was that the Burning Legion undoubtedly occupied the north of the continent, and as soon as the battle ended, it turned west. No matter what the purpose of the demon was, the northern tribes always had the opportunity to lick their wounds.

Unfortunately, as Carlyle thought, the Silver Moon Council, or the conservative nobles, eventually exposed their ugly face.

The parliament pushed Leanda Sun Chaser to the forefront, trying to prove legally that she had no inheritance right to have the legal status of inheriting the throne.

The conservative aristocrats are becoming more and more excessive. However, when the enemy is in front of them, no one is willing to spend valuable energy to deal with these clowns, so they can only let them do whatever they want. Once the primary problem is solved, these conservative schools that have long lost the hearts of the people will be not far from falling.

The conservative nobles worked together to expel the new ranks that had gradually replaced their status over the past period of time from the power of the kingdom. While the prince was away, they used various means to seize power and expel the new ranks to consolidate their status. It is normal for them to do this.

But it was not until earlier that the well-informed Carlyle heard about the news from Silver Moon City. The Silver Moon Council unilaterally announced the prince's death, which made him unable to believe it.

How dare the parliament do this? Don’t they know how panic it will cause if the news of the prince rashly is announced? This has completely exceeded the bottom line that people can tolerate.

Carlyle thought that his fellow mage must be no different from his thoughts at this time. He shook his head, tried to calm his anger, and turned his attention back to his eyes.

Even if he wants to do something, he must first handle the affairs of the Sun Well Temple. For the tribe, the Sun Well is the most important thing.

Carlyle replaced the last energy-depleted mana crystal with a new one. After casting the spell to adjust the magic output parameters, he took a last look at the vibrant holy tree, rubbed his stiff elbow and walked towards the gap in the protective barrier.

"I really miss my youth."

He couldn't help but sigh, "I'm really old." Only eleven or twelve hours a day will make his elbow joints sore, just like a carriage axle that has not been oiled for a long time, and it is extremely stagnant every time he turns.

In a trance, under the golden tree, a blurry figure seemed to be walking towards him.

The magician Carly rubbed his faint eyes, but saw that the figure gradually escaped from the obscurity technique and turned into a tall and thin young man.

"Three seats in Angma?" Carly opened his mouth wide.

Thank you for the reward of the Nine Turns Holy Spirit! Recover two updates immediately and save Quel'thalas~
Chapter completed!