After Silver Moon City was captured by the Undead Natural Scourge, Prince Kelthas ordered people to create an anchor magic array in a safe garden downtown area.

The anchor magic array powered by a large number of magic crystals can basically block out the disturbance of the magic net and direct all teleportation spells ending with Silver Moon City to the garden market, so as to avoid people accidentally entering dangerous areas still occupied by natural disasters for various reasons.

The dizziness after teleportation quickly passed, and Angma's first feeling was cold.

Since the spell that maintains Quel'thalas's spring seasons has failed, the cold climate in the north of the continent has once again affected this beautiful forest. The towering walls of Silver Moon City can block the cold wind but cannot block the low temperature.

He smelled the wet air, and it seemed that it had just rained, no wonder it was so cold.

After looking around, he found that the current situation of the Garden Market was undoubtedly much better than a dozen days ago. The defense line made of debris was nowhere to be seen on the periphery to resist the dead. It seemed that Prince Kelthas had led his men to regain the nearby city and the Garden Market was completely safe.

The dense temporary tents filled the open space in the square, and the blood elf civilians were wearing bloated clothes they had never looked at first, with pain and unbearable words on their faces.

Compared with humans who are much behind, the blood elves can be called pampered and live in a favorable life. Even the poorest, their lives are much better than humans with similar social status. It is no problem to eat and wear warmly.

It's just because they live in Quel'thalas, living in this highly developed country of magic, enjoying the benefits of arcane magic everywhere. But since the Scourge destroyed Quel'thalas, their life that had no worries about food and clothing has been changed. The climate is no longer warm, and there is no longer enough food...

When did they suffer this sin?

The destruction of homeland is just the beginning, and a series of distressing problems will soon follow.

Materials, food, clothing... People will become weaker and more ill due to the loss of the care of the well of the Sun and begin to suffer from diseases.

There is also a more terrifying addiction to magic.

"Let's go, the prince and the magicians' destination have moved to the building complex in the north." After saying that, Azas stepped out of the anchor magic circle and moved forward first.

Angma nodded and followed.

Water is everywhere.

In the past, there were dedicated people in charge of the cleaning work in cities. If a few small magic tricks continued, all traces of the rain would disappear, revealing the dry and clean white stone floor below, which was not stained with dust.

But now, I am afraid that anyone who knows magic, even a poor apprentice who is not as good as a strait, will be summoned to the army and participate in the battle to fight the undead to recover the land.

"The food is coming!" someone shouted loudly.

Angma looked in the sound and saw more than a dozen people pushing a cart toward this side. The cart was piled with wilted vegetables, fruits and dried bread, and a bucket of thin and poor vegetable soup at the rear of the cart. There was no steaming hot, and it was obviously cold.

As soon as they heard the voice, the civilians all lit up and stood up to rush towards them. They soon lined up behind the cart. They looked like they were suffering from hunger, but they could uphold the most basic principle of coming first and coming later without anyone maintaining order. No one went to the line.

Most of the civilians who received the food were elderly, weak, women and children. Angma did not see any young and strong men in it. When the food distributors saw the elderly and children, they sometimes stuffed two more slices of bread to them.

After getting the food, some people wrapped it carefully and walked towards their tents; some people ate it on the spot. They chewed it very quickly and wanted to stuff all the food into their mouths in one go, but it didn't look rude.

After noticing Angma's gaze, one of the thin girls turned red and nodded to him embarrassedly, then turned his back and chewed it.

The cart was behind and the crowd was in front, and the lineup happened to squeeze the three of them into it. The three of them had to say "work hard" and "borrowed", and then they struggled to squeeze out the crowd and enter the tent area and continue to head north.

Most of the tents are extremely simple, and the slightly better ones can at least form a confined space to shield the cold wind. The rest is not enough, just two wooden sticks, a piece of rag made of spliced ​​seam, making Angma shake her head.

"How many meals can they have in a day?" he asked.

Isaac dodged away from a little girl running by with bread, looked at Lannaser, and said uncertainly: "It seems like two meals, right?"

"If you have two meals, people won't be so hungry. The situation is worse than when we came back last time." Lannaser said with a frown.

Angma sighed, and his eyes followed the little girl. She finally got into a simple little tent not far away, the kind that was randomly set up with rags and wooden sticks.

From his perspective, I couldn't see the situation in the tent, but I could see that there seemed to be someone lying inside, covered with a dirty blanket, and was so thin.

"Sir, okay..."

Suddenly, someone who came out of nowhere grabbed Angma's arm, which scared him.

"Sir, please, I...I'm very hungry, no, it's not hungry, it's...yes..."

The man's cheeks were deep sunken, his hair was dry and yellow, his chin was trembling slightly, and he was still drooling in the corner of his mouth. He was irritated and wanted to express his desire, but he couldn't find any useful words.

When Angma saw the strange green light emitted from deep in his eyes, he knew that he was not hungry, but was addicted to demons.

But how could it be so fast? It only took more than half a month to destroy the Well of the Sun.

"Looking south, there will be a magician who will solve this problem for you." Azas said with great experience.

The man who was addicted to the devil seemed to hear something terrible, grabbed his hair and shook his head, "No, if I don't go, I will be locked up, I will be locked up!"

"There are mana crystals over there," Lannaser added.

"Mana Crystal? Yes, mana Crystal...Crystal..." The man's eyes suddenly widened, and while murmuring, he staggered towards the south.

The civilians around him made way for him, and the joy that had just been filled with food on his face was also diluted by heavy and worry.

"What's going on?"

Aisas sighed: "Last time we came back, we found that some of our compatriots had this disease. Whether it was civilians, soldiers, mages, or rangers, there were the same cases, but the severity was different. His Highness called it "demon addiction". Did you feel it too? After losing the well of the Sun, the magic energy that had flowed in our bodies was reduced by more than half."

He frowned, as if he was talking about words: "How to say it... Hunger, hunger for magic. It drives those weak-willed people crazy."

Angma certainly knew this, "I asked what it means to 'South, lock up'."

"Isolate so that they will not lose their minds to attack civilians. Every day, soldiers will patrol regularly and arrest people with severe addiction symptoms on the commercial street south of the garden market. The place has been transformed into a prison." Lannaser explained.

Angma sighed quietly and stopped talking.

The influence of the magic addiction on him is also not limited to the cold data on the attribute panel. The sense of emptiness that originates from the depths of the soul these days is getting stronger and stronger.

Especially when you are in this city that was once shrouded in the magical glory of the Sun Well, everyone will feel like they are a different world.

Whether it is a mage or not, the energy of arcane has flowed in people's blood. As long as some old blood elves (high elves) are used, they will basically have one or two magic tricks, summoning flames out of thin air at their fingertips to light a candle, or letting the broom clean the room by themselves, which is simply simple.

But what about now? Everything has changed. Empty and hunger will eventually swallow up the people who have been sunk in the glory of the past, many people.

The three continued to move forward and saw soldiers who cut down green trees along the way. These precious red-leaf tree species with a long age have always been the first choice for beautifying the urban environment, but now they have to be used as dyes due to lack of materials to provide people with warmth.

What he saw and heard along the way made Angma's mood heavier.

After walking for a while, the three of them finally arrived at the northern building complex. The guards did not know the whereabouts of Prince Kelthas and led them to the third floor where the prince summoned the senior management to hold a meeting, where someone would answer their questions.

Angma knew that this building was originally a well-known private magic academy in Silver Moon City. It was co-founded by several magicians named Quel'thalas. It has a high academic level and even the tuition fees are frighteningly high. Now it is used as the site of the prince and his entourage, consultants, and the mages will rest here.

The meeting was held in the academic hall of the college.

The decoration in the hall can be described as terrible. Books are piled up everywhere, but bookshelf disappears. The tables with green plant pots are gone, and the railings on the stairs are gone. I am afraid they have been removed as fuel for heating.

"I have asked this request less than ten times. Where is Your Highness? Where is Your Highness? Why is he just unwilling to see me? Is it so difficult to split up a few mages and help me with some help?"

"Mr. Sutheril, please be calm. When His Highness returns, I will present your request to His Highness."

"Your presentation, you always use this reason to excuse me! I am tired of your ugly face. Have you forgotten my identity? I am a member of the Silver Moon Council! Now, go find Your Highness the Prince for me right now!"

As he was walking in, Angma heard the quarrels coming from afar. When he walked up the stairs to the half-floor circular platform in the center of the hall, he finally saw the person making the sound.

With a blushing face and a thick neck, the one who was looking to see Prince Kelthas was Baron Sutheril, one of the richest elves in Quelthalas.

Thanks to the powerful man who has gone far away, he was a member of the Silver Moon Council many years ago. Although he did not have any real power, he was on the same level as others in terms of status and was a "big figure" of the highest status.

Like most people, Angma doesn't like this person either. There are many words to use for him: greed for pleasure, ignorant of learning, and bullying others with power...

The most interesting thing is that in the war-torn future generations, when all the blood elves were struggling to survive, even though Qingfeng Village next door was facing the threat of natural disasters from the dead, this person held a banquet in his own manor and repeatedly asked the troops of Qingfeng Village to separate their staff and transport them to the guests to serve them.

Now it seems that he is making some unreasonable requests.

As soon as he saw them, Baron Sutheril quickly came up, "You are here just in time, I just need someone to bring me back from the manor..."

Noting that the consultant Saradre kept shaking his head to this side, Isaac hurriedly interrupted: "Sir Baron, we are back to help His Highness get things, and we will leave immediately."

"What?" Baron Sutherill's obviously clenching eyebrows frowned deeply, "Do you know where Your Highness is now?"

"Well……"

Azas was stunned, and consultant Saradre hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Sir Baron, Your Highness is leading the army to fight the trolls, and you really can't get rid of it. Why don't you go back first, and when your Highness comes back, I will report to you immediately, do you see?"

Baron Sutherill's delicate face suddenly became gloomy, "Saradre, if you are trying to swear by me again, you know what to do."

Before Saradre could reply, he snorted coldly, glanced at Angma and others with a arrogant expression, and left with elegant steps.

Saradre sighed and made a very helpless expression to the three of them.

"What happened?" As soon as Baron Sutheril left, Angma asked.

"Yesterday, Torvassa's trolls came out and attacked our fleet of supplies. Not only did they contain food, but also a large number of magic crystals transported from Darth Viather Magic Academy. You know, because there were thousands of undead in the middle, they could only take the water route to transport those supplies back to Silver Moon City. As a result, they were robbed by the trolls. Three ships of supplies, more than 200 sailors with ships..."

Saradre shook his head with a serious expression, "The number of trolls is no less than two thousand, and he is besieging Darthweser Magic Academy. As soon as His Highness Kelthus learned of the news, he brought people to support..."

Through the story of consultant Saradre, the three learned that Darth Wiser Magic Academy is a less affected area along the northeast coast. After the Scourge Legion left, a large number of refugees flocked there to seek asylum, and more than a thousand reorganized Sun-Raging Legion defeated troops were stationed there to resist the dead.

The purpose of the Amani trolls' move is self-evident. They cannot sit idly by and watch the elves recover lost land bit by bit. They not only want to cause some trouble for them, but also want to take the opportunity to remove the threat located in the north of Torvassa in one fell swoop.

Angma was worried that Sdomka had no use of his skills, so he exchanged glances with the two people around him, and immediately set off and walked out the door.

"Angma, Angma? Can you stay and help me? Those members of the Silver Moon Council are about to annoy my brain..."

Saradre's voice came from afar, and Angma hurriedly accelerated.
Chapter completed!