After being slapped hard in the face by Jon, Polly Monie was quiet for a few minutes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But it only lasted a few minutes, and after a few minutes, she quickly regained her previous pride.

Jon didn't pay attention to it at all, though, because he hadn't heard a word from the archer, Moni, since he had passed through the portal.

To the west of the Tirisfal Glade is a somewhat mysterious land. Legend has it that the first High Elves landed here, but they were forced to migrate to Quel'Thalas because they couldn't stand the darkness underground.

As far as the current mainstream public opinion is concerned, both humans and elves think this is a rumor.

However, Jon knew that this was true, because under this land, there was a powerful faceless one, but it was currently sealed. Of course, none of this mattered, as the Faceless's influence was limited to elves, and was almost negligible to humans, otherwise Lordaeron would not have developed so prosperously.

The deeper you go into the jungle, the more secluded you feel. Mage Moni was holding a device similar to a compass in her hand, which seemed to be a magical creation, and following this device, the two of them did not get lost.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the grass next to me......

"Who is it?" Mage Moni retorted.

No response was sent back in the grass.

A huge fireball coalesced in the mage's hand and smashed into the grass under Jon's gaze.

"Stop!" Jon hurriedly stopped, he could feel that the thing in the grass was probably some kind of small animal.

After being hit by a fireball, a strange cry came from the grass.

However, the mage Moni only glanced at Jon with disdain: "There could be an enemy there!" ”

With that, two more fireballs condensed in her hand, and then exploded into the grass in turn.

The whole grass began to burn in flames.

Then a wail came from the grass, it was indeed a small animal, and its voice was very miserable.

Jon's tone couldn't help but become a little cold: "You're going to burn the whole forest to the ground!" ”

I saw the mage Moni's hand wave, and there were words in his mouth, and he released another spell. The burning flames suddenly returned to her hands very obediently.

"As a mage majoring in flames, controlling flames is the most basic thing!" She said proudly.

Jon ignored her, and ran straight to the grass, finding the poor little creature in the grass.

It was a fawn, and it was pitch black, and the fur on its body had long since disappeared after the flames that had just passed. The whole body was hot, his breath was weak, and he let out bursts of wails.

"It's a fawn that's less than six months old!" Jon said indifferently.

"Is that so?" Mage Moni couldn't help but feel a little bored: "I thought it was some kind of enemy!" ”

A holy light shone on the fawn, and Jon used a recovery technique, and a faint burst of life appeared in the fawn's eyes under the holy light, but it soon dimmed again, and its expression became extremely painful.

Such a powerful fireball, smashed three of them on its body, and now it is still alive is already a miracle. Jon's use of the light on it was torture in a sense.

"Let's go, Millhouse!" Looking at Jon's actions, the mage Moni was obviously a little impatient: "Do you still want to prepare a roast venison here!" ”

Jon ignored her, and pulled the dagger Bridget had given him from his belt.

"A priest with such a sharp dagger?" Monie was a little curious again.

Still unresponsive, Jon slammed the dagger into the fawn's neck, only to hear an even more miserable wail, and then it died......

Looking at the bright red blood on the ground, Mony's face was a little disgusted: "Milhouse, you are so cruel! ”

Putting the fawn's body back in the grass, and then wiping the dagger back to his waist, Jon replied coldly, "Let's go, continue to find our target!" ”

Jon was so upset that he even had the urge to create an accident in the depths of the deserted Tirisfal Glade, though he gave up on it.

He was not one of the druids of the Rende Society, nor did he agree with any of their ideas, and even the creatures that died at his hands were definitely far beyond the mage in front of him.

But for some reason, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, after hearing the deer's miserable wail, and especially after seeing Polly Monie's nonchalant attitude.

If it weren't for the fear of being imprisoned in Violet Prison, if it wasn't for the fact that there wouldn't be a group of Naga robbing the prison to save themselves......

"Forget it!" Jon dismissed any other thoughts in his mind and said to the mage Moni, "Hurry! ”

What he wanted to do most now was to help the annoying mage in front of him complete her mission as soon as possible, and never see her again, and go back to Lordaeron and call Bridget to Uncle Kane's hotel for a few drinks.

"That's a good ......" For the previous actions, this Kenrito mage obviously had a little inexplicable emotion, perhaps due to the influence of Jon's expression, so he didn't dare to look him in the eyes, just looked at the magic instrument in his hand, and continued to lead the way in front.

For the rest of the way, the two remained silent.

After walking for about five minutes, the mage spoke: "Here, the indicator shows here!" ”

Jon glanced at it, and the magic instrument in her hand was indeed shining.

Mage Moni took a closer look at the surroundings and couldn't help but hesitate, because the surrounding scene was obviously a very ordinary forest scene.

This instrument was specially made by Archmage Antonidas in order to search for the remnants of orc warlocks, and it can sense the surrounding evil spell energy and indicate the direction. Of course, Polly Monie has a relatively rudimentary imitation in her hand, and its accuracy is significantly lower.

"Look for any traces of the orc warlock, it must be around here!" Mage Moni muttered.

"Is that so?" Jon's cold voice came from the side.

When the mage Moni heard the news, she hurried over, but her face quickly turned to disappointment.

"It's just a pile of dead grass...... she said with some disdain.

Jon smiled coldly and said, "Aren't we tracking down a warlock, you must know that the warlock's mage can corrupt the earth, this is a trace that he can't wash away!" ”

"That's right!" Mage Moni suddenly realized: "Definitely, along these dead grasses, you can definitely find that orc warlock!" ”

With that, she rushed over.

Jon thought about it, and finally followed.