The Sun Well could not hold on any longer!
At first, the High Elves tried to ask Riadeline, Gina Goldsword, and other external help to see if they could change the internal circulation flow of the Sun Well, or activate the self-purification system of the Sun Well to purify the plague.
After all, in their imagination, the water of the Sun Well, which represented high temperature and holy purification, would definitely be able to purify the plague associated with the resurrection of a mere Great Lich.
Unfortunately, the situation was far beyond their imagination.
The polluted area in the Sun Well was expanding. They could not even divide it, let alone purify it. With the betrayal of the Sun King and the almost complete annihilation of the high-level Mages. The power of the High Elves alone was not enough.
No matter how much they regarded the Sun Well as a national treasure that outsiders could not touch, they had to bend their knees and ask for help from the only Breaking Dawn Mage in the Alliance, Duque.
Yes, Duque had a good relationship with the Windrunner sisters.
Duque might become the husband of the possible queen of Cuel Salas.
The High Elves comforted themselves.
The one who came was Rhothemar Theron. With the utmost humility, she asked for Duque's help. That humble look made Abbendis, who was next to Duque, almost suspect that Rhothemar was a human farmer who had never seen a High Noble before.
"Let's go!" Duque did not comment.
He was not the scapegoat, so he naturally did not have to take the blame.
If his memory was right, he should be able to use this incident to reap the greatest benefits …
The tall and majestic Sun Well stood on the highest peak of the Sun Well Highland.
Because of the resurrection of Kel 'Thuzad, the walls of the Sun Well were like cliffs. Standing on the edge of the well, one could overlook the entire Isle of Quel' Danas.
6,800 years ago, when the High Elves exiled to the east, under the leadership of Dassrema Sunstrider, built this huge well with the water from the Well of Eternity, they used magic to combine the stone and the trees into one.
Even from the perspective of modern people who had flourished with magic, they still felt that this was simply a miracle.
Without experiencing it personally, it was impossible to feel that kind of shock. Even Duque, a transmigrator who had seen the Capital's Big Underpants, the Bird's Nest, the Sydney banana leaf, and other magical modern buildings, could not help but be moved.
The walls of the well were made of a single piece of rectangular volcanic rock weighing at least a thousand tons. After being polished and cut, they were perfectly inlaid into one piece. Just this alone was enough to make any crane company on Earth before his transmigration feel ashamed and close down.
Huge vine-type evergreen plants tightly wrapped around the walls of the well, and hundreds of huge ancient trees mysteriously intertwined.
At the top of the Well of the Sun was a group of magnificent buildings reinforced by rocks. The spire of the High Elves' luxurious tower could be seen everywhere. From the floor to the walls to the ceiling, beautiful and complicated patterns filled Duque's vision.
It was not hard to imagine how many elves were touched when the palaces were first built on top of the Well of the Sun.
Unfortunately, such a Sunwell Highland was now daunting. The Calamity Army had destroyed everything. There was clearly a warm sun in the sky, but the dilapidated and terrifying scene was easily reminiscent of a stormy night.
Even though the remaining High Elves had moved away all the corpses of the elves who had died in battle and the Undying, and even used more puppets to forcefully drag away the broken arcane puppets, the mysterious aura of decay shrouded the entire Well of the Sun. That blackish-green aura made everyone who was staring at it quickly avert their eyes.
Every elf that came in and out wore at least a mask. The closer the elves were to the Well of the Sun, the more tightly they wrapped themselves, and even wore a mask filter made by the Marcus Family on their faces.
Mm-hmm, seven layers of gauze and activated charcoal made Duque -brand filter. You deserve it!
If it were not for the sacred Well of the Sun, these long-ears would probably not be willing to wear such ugly gas masks even if they died.
Duque wanted to snicker, but he managed to hold it in.
Under Lor 'themar's lead, Duque finally passed through the palace that was full of dilapidated tiles and came to the side of the Well of the Sun.
It was a huge pool of bubbling black water. It looked a little like hogwash for pigs, and a little like ink mixed with vegetable juice and leftover soup. It emitted a disgusting smell and evil aura.
Lor 'themar wanted to hand a filter mask to Duque, but stopped halfway and smiled bitterly.
How embarrassing. The "gas mask" was invented by Duque! Duque would not know whether to use it or not.
Moreover, even though there was a pungent wind around them, the blackish-green aura in the air was clearly discernible to the naked eye. When it blew in front of Duque, it was dispelled by the faint golden light emitted from Duque's body.
This was a perfect example of being immune to all poisons!
"Please follow me!" Lor 'themar bent even lower without realizing it.
Following Lor 'themar and the new team of Well of the Sun Guardians, Duque did not walk towards the path that led to a certain Boss in his memory, but to the other side.
A road made of stone dams led straight to the center of the Well of the Sun.
He did not need to look around to feel that there was no longer a trace of peace in the well. There was still a hint of green at the edge of the well, but it was pure black here. Unlike usual, the lake water was even more turbulent than at the edge of the well.
Near the center of the well, there were huge waves that even a battleship might not be able to withstand.
The roaring black waves slammed hard against the small island in the center of the well, which was wrapped in volcanic rock that was full of magic runes.
No, it was no longer just well water.
Near the center of the well, there was lightning. The surging waves flashed gold, crimson, and finally all faded to black. Thunder rumbled as if a thousand dragons were galloping from the side of the well.
On the center of the well island, Duque finally saw Cirvanas, as well as Lilas, Haduron, Gina Jinjian, Riadeline, and the other remaining high-level elves.
Every elf had a sorrowful expression on their faces, and there were still traces of tears at the corner of Cirvanas' eyes.
Seeing Duque come over, Cirvanas squeezed out a bitter smile that did not have much hope. "Duque, I really want to say that I'm counting on you for the Well of the Sun, but I can't bring myself to say such irresponsible words! If I had let you come from the start, the situation might have been better. "
At this point, a few high-level elven mages lowered their heads.
With the divine artifact of the Well of the Sun, the High Elves still had a very deep foundation. Now, there were actually three Radiant Moon mages standing here. The other two were like Gina Jinjian, royal mages who were worshipped by various countries. One was from Lordaeron, and the other was previously a magic consultant in Torrential Fortress.
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