"Remember, the demons are their heads and hearts, but the undead, their heads are only their heads, and their souls are imprisoned there. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Sylvanas pulled out her still rattling scimitar and pointed ahead. "Physical weapons don't work very well against all demons and undead, the Holy Light is the most powerful force to restrain them, so we use the Holy Light as a weapon, even if it doesn't hit the vital point directly, the Holy Light will burn their bodies and souls, although that makes us lose their concealment, but I think it's worth it, we also have some enchanted ordinary arrows, what you just used is, they have to hit the vital point directly to have an effect. ”

Rhona endured the churn of her tail and struggled to imprint Sylvanas's words in her mind.

"How much you can learn means how much Gilneth can get, we don't have many troops, there won't be many veterans who can find time to train you, the more you go to the battlefield, it also means that the rest of Gilneth is more likely to survive on the battlefield in the future, I'm sorry to say so cruelly, but, this is war. ”

"Understood, Mentor. "The people of the Crowley family, even women, know that fighting for the glory of the family and Gilneth is not to mention, it is a war for survival and the continuation of the race.

"If the forest and the mountains are our best friends, then the cave is our worst enemy. Sylvanas shook off the non-existent blood on the scimitar, and the ground was covered with the corpses of demons and werewolves, and the green liquid flowed in the dirt, making it muddy beneath his feet.

The smooth caverns were lit green by the torch of evil energy, and the ghosts of the corners in the distance were faintly visible, and the roar of the beast and the drunken horses of the demon guards were getting closer.

"We are rangers, we are bobcats, we are goshawks, caves will keep us from running, and the breeze from away will keep us from flying!"

"But we are also arrows in the bag, we have no way back! we must face our greatest enemy, and when we win, we will be called rangers!"

"Kill them all, Rhona, with everything you can use, even rocks, even teeth!"

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Gilneth, an expanding district.

"What are you thinking?" said Jean, wiping the sweat from his forehead in a dusty linen overalls. Watching the new city grow from nothing, Jean seems to have found the passion of his youth, when he was bent on taking over the power of his father and turning Gilneth into the greatest kingdom in his heart.

Liam was still wearing the 'Dawn Light' standard combat uniform, rubbing the hilt of the Sword of Light in his hand, his eyes were misty and a little distracted.

"Liam?"

"Father. Liam came back to his senses. "Nothing. ”

"Thinking about Rhona?" Jean smiled, Liam was already of marriage age, but he didn't seem to be interested in those aristocratic ladies, and that scarlet rose might be right for him.

"Nope. Liam chuckled. "Just thinking about something about the future. ”

"The future------ Jean looked at the sky. "As long as you have your own goals and go on, we can't see the future, but we can determine the future. ”

"I want to participate in the actual combat training of Dawn Light----- like Rhona. ”

"If this is your deliberate decision, I will support you. Jean patted Liam on the shoulder, the baby who had once sat on his shoulder was already stronger than him.

"Rhona made what she thought was the right choice, father. I don't know where my choice will take Gilneth's future, but as you said, we don't see the future, and I think I made the right choice now, and I don't regret it, whatever the future holds. Liam stood up, his somewhat confused face becoming firm, and there was no one more suitable than him.

"Go ahead, my old bones will last a few more years. He knew what his son was thinking, and the current situation really didn't have a more suitable candidate.

"Thank you, Father. ”

Jean grinned.

"For the banner of the Greymane family, for the sake of Gilnehs, go all the way, and I will see you king with my own eyes. ”

"For Gilneth!"

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Twist the Void, the Unknown.

"You've failed again, Tikdios. Akmund sat silently in the void, Tikdios' humble figure the only foil in the glowing darkness.

"Master, my plan has succeeded, the new creation of the Legion is corrupting that world, we can ------"

"I'm tired of your tricks, Tikdios, you've brought me only one defeat after another!" Akmund held out his gray palm, his cyan skin glistening with evil energy.

Tikdios hadn't tasted fear for countless years, and the shiver that came from the depths of his soul actually made him lick his tongue.

"Master ------" In the Burning Legion, the fate of failing a mission is not more bearable than death, and the warped void is filled with wailing demon spirits, the only thing they have done wrong is failing to please their master, and now, it has made the same mistake itself, though it does not consider itself a failure.

"There is a limit to my mercy, Tikdios, and once again I forgive you for that pathetic failure!" the expected result took a hundred and eighty-degree turn, and Akmund always felt so wonderful as he helped it mend its damaged soul, scorching, destroying, and evil energy pouring into its soul.

"My soul belongs to you, great Akmund. Tikdios was about to kiss the instep of his foot.

"Now, go back to the world that has already frustrated the Legion! Prepare for my coming! This time, I'll scorch it with my own hands!" Akmund clenched his fists, and the evil green energy turned into flames and surged up, that world had so much of the humiliation of defeat that there would be no next time, never!

Tikdios was stumped by this new task, enough to make Akmund descend into the spatial rift, such a long distance, the power required is beyond measure, even the artifact cannot provide such a huge amount of energy, only the near-infinite source of energy like the Well of the Sun. But that time, the Legion created the Lich King, lured Arthas, and destroyed Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas to capture the Well of the Sun, and now, all he had was the plague that had just been swept, and it took time for it to sweep through the air, and his master obviously couldn't wait that long.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

Akmund seemed impatient, and the Dreadlord quickly bowed and disappeared into a cloud of black mist.