Kael'thas gritted his teeth and said:

"My people will not be immersed in magic all the time. They will only open up the supply of magic for a few hours every day, and then use the remaining time to repair the city to let the weak evil energy in their bodies dissipate. We

We will work out a supply system with the least harm to ensure that our people will not end up like the Highborne!"

"But Your Majesty!"

Archmage Romans also took a step forward. The white-haired archmage pointed at the huge monster lying on the ground behind him. His eyes widened and he said:

"Imotar has been squeezed by the upper elves for nearly ten thousand years. It has become much weaker. The magic power it exudes is no longer enough to supply the nearly one million civilians behind us. Tortheldrin needs to kill his own people to barely guarantee it.

The supply of magic power, if we forcefully extract a large amount of magic power, this weak mana terror may not survive for 20 years!"

"Then at least our people can persist for another 20 years! Our civilization can move forward for another 20 years!"

The Sun King's answer this time was almost like a roar. He looked at the Ranger General and the Archmage, and shouted loudly:

"If we don't do this, our people will completely collapse due to the torture of magic addiction in two years at most!"

"We need time, Romance, Shiva, we need time! Everyone needs time, and I need time too... The existence of this demon can buy us 20 years, maybe, maybe... we

In these 20 years, we can develop a one-time solution to addiction..."

"The tired people need rest, our people need hope! I also need... hope."

At the end of the sentence, Kael'thas leaned against the wall. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Every muscle and nerve on his cheek was beating. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His weak

, said painfully:

"That's it... stop discussing it, let the people move into Elrethalas as quickly as possible, set up the magic purification device as quickly as possible, let the people take a rest..."

"That's it, I've decided, that's it!"

As he spoke, the Sun King staggered, holding on to the wall, and left the basement as if escaping. Above their heads, the high elf rangers and mages who entered the underground city had already begun to clean up the garrison around the source of magic.

The leaderless city will completely fall into the hands of the high elves.

The ten-thousand-year-old city of Elre'Thalas, although it is still in ruins, will eventually become the second home of the high elves... No one doubts this, at least now, all the elves are looking forward to it with hope.
Chapter completed!