After seeing through Batrider's tricks, all the dragons except the Green Dragon turned their attention to the portal at the center of the Well of Eternity. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Interrupt Akmund's spell." Simon saw Akmund's tall figure at a glance. His former career as a warlock and his career as a mage in this world made him immediately wary of Akmund's demeanor. "The soul stone in his hand is a key."

He didn't need to remind him any more, the elite of the dragon clan had already made a judgment.

The Red Dragon Prince let out a menacing roar and swooped down towards Akmund for the first time.

A look of irritation crossed Akmund's face. "Don't let those little things mess with me, Eredar wizards."

Obviously, the wizards of the Burning Legion were very aware of the commander's orders, and the magic was like fireworks rising into the sky towards the dragons.

Azhara beckoned and ordered Fasqi to get her soldiers to cooperate with Wizard Ereda.

The rain of arrows from the ballista once again filled the sky, forcing the dragons to distract themselves even more.

Tyrande's mount let out a scream. The poor eagle beast was unfortunately bitten by a bat on the neck, tearing off a large blood vessel. Before Tyrande even had time to grieve for her mount, she used all her combat skills and experience to dodge a sword from Varosson's victory on the unbalanced Hippogriff.

"Tyrande."

At the same time as this voice sounded, Tyrande jumped off the horned eagle without hesitation. Simon, who glided below, immediately took her over, as if there was a tacit understanding between the two of them—except for a small problem.

"!" Simon scolded in annoyance.

At about the same moment, the chief guard drew the dagger from his waist and threw it at Tyrande's vest, Simon's wings blocking it, but the dagger was clearly not your ordinary good. Even the tough dragon wings were cut open, and blood spurted out of the wings, causing Simon to die in pain. If he hadn't remembered Tyrande on his back, he would have almost somersaulted in the air to relieve his pain.

"Simon, how are you?" Tyrande saw the terrible wound too.

"It's okay......" Simon squeezed the words out between his teeth. He tried to concentrate his energy, not daring to slack off, dodging attacks in magic and crossbow arrows.

Tyrande nervously surveyed his surroundings - the cunning captain of the guard and his mount had disappeared again, and crawled towards Simon's wounded wings.

"Tyrande, you're dangerous." Sensing the small movement on her back, Simon had to remind her. "If you fall off my back, I probably won't be able to catch you in time."

Simon's flight was fast, and the movement of his dragon fin as she gripped it had consumed almost all of Tyrande's attention, and she replied intently as she stared intently at Simon's bleeding wound. "I ...... No, there will be something. ”

As she spoke, her hand had touched the base of Simon's wing.

"Elune, grant you mercy."

Pale white light poured out of Tyrande's hands and seeped into Simon's body.

It was a feeling as cool as moonlight, and Simon immediately felt that the wound felt much better.

"Thank you, Tyrande."

"It would be nice to be able to help." Tyrande was also pleased, and she breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.

Can you help...... It's wonderful......

The same sentence popped into Simon's mind.

It's just that the voice is more immature and sweeter than Tyrande.

His eyes darkened for a while, and he lost consciousness for a moment.

Simon's anomaly wasn't even noticed by Tyrande at first. But soon she discovered the problem. Because Simon stopped in the air, motionless.

"Simon !!" Tyrande couldn't help but scream as he watched a crossbow arrow shoot at Simon. At the same time, she drew her bow and arrow, aiming at the crossbow arrow, trying to block it.

However, compared to the size of the bow and crossbow arrows, it is as insignificant as a mantis arm blocking a car. Although the size of the crossbow arrow made it easy for Tyrande's bow to hit with little aiming, it did not stop the force of the menacing crossbow arrow from shooting at Simon.

"Simon !!"

Tyrande shouted again.

"What?" Simon woke up, and he had no idea that he was stunned for a second on the battlefield where life and death were at stake. But that didn't stop him from immediately diving downwards to avoid the bolts.

The bolt almost grazed the top of Tyrande's head.

Tyrande even felt the cold metal scrape the crown tassels from her helmet. She couldn't help but look back at the bolt that nearly killed Simon. Then her gaze followed the fade bolts into the distance.

And in the distant sky, countless black dots appeared.

Tyrande cried out with joy. "Reinforcements!! Reinforcements are coming. ”

The vanguard army soon found out about the good news. Both the dragons and the Night Elves have seen their morale rise a lot.

For a time, the vanguard broke through several more lines of defense.

"What are these idiots doing?"

Seeing that the rebels are about to rush under his nose, the Sargeras he is looking forward to has not yet arrived. Azhara couldn't help but frown in anger. "How long will it take, Lord Akmund?"

Akmund, who was focused on establishing a stable connection with the portal, had no time to deal with her.

"Lord Akmund!" Resentfully, Azhara called him again. No one had dared to be so rude to the great Eshara, not even the lieutenant of Sargeras. She raised her voice. "How much longer?"

Akmund ignored her voice.

Black-purple magical light flowed from his hands to the portal, and his cold indigo skin was covered with large drops of sweat.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and his whole body relaxed.

Akmund withdrew his hand, the soul stone in his hand gone. He looked up and sneered at the sky. His voice rang out in the heavens and the earth, clearly in everyone's ears, and even the anticipation and satisfaction contained in his cold words were clear.

"It's getting late, mortal. This world is not the first, and will never be the last. Submit to the great Sargeras. Surrender to the eternal Lord of Flames. ”

Azhara was overjoyed. "Ah...... Finally ......"

Her beautiful golden eyes stared at the portal with affection.

The black barrier swirled and receded on the portal, turning a dark dark green.

A powerful aura that Azhara had never felt before rushed from the other side of the door, making her slightly drunk.

"Sargeras......" she murmured, mesmerized.