"Wait a minute? Are you saying that Medivan's mother was at least 800 years old when she gave birth to Medivan? That's impossible! How is it possible for humans to have such a long lifespan? Garona immediately questioned the coyote demigod in surprise. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How could I know about this kind of thing, but it's clear that she used some forbidden spells, otherwise she wouldn't have had such a long lifespan, and the point of the problem is not her long lifespan, but that she betrayed her companion after killing that demon, and slaughtered her old companions, I have reason to believe that Egwene didn't kill that demon at all, and was controlled by that demon instead, and when she was pregnant with Medivan, That demon is possessed by Medivan again, so by the same token, it is very likely that your son Mai Dean is also possessed by that demon. ”

"I know you don't trust me, so you can ask Merrell Evilwind about the origin of the Guardians, the story of Egwene and Medivan, what I say is not credible, so you are willing to believe what he says, right?" The coyote demigod shrugged his shoulders, casually glanced at Garona, and shook his head.

"May I ask Merrell Evilwind? Are you willing to let me go? Garona asked in surprise.

"I didn't intend to catch you from the beginning, it was you who came to my subordinates for trouble, but fortunately I recognized you, otherwise you think you are still alive? As for your son, to be honest, I was going to kill him for a hundred years, but maybe he still has a chance to get out of that demon's grasp, and of course it will take your help. Saying that, the coyote demigod and Garona, who was following him, had come to a meadow not far from the Temple of the Wilderness, and this meadow was already filled with dense log cages, which were captured by the coyote demigod and his coyotes and druids in the desolate place a few months ago.

It is reasonable that these demons were really bloody during their time in Eresaras City, they were first injected with a tranquilizer independently developed by coyotes, and then they were put in cages to endure the wind and rain, and because they were worried that these demons would make trouble when they were full, they were given little food every day, and it turned out that this way of raising them, even Sartre, who was a demon creature, could not stand it, and soon those weaker Sartyrs died for one reason or another, or should I say from the hands of these gnolls." Liberated".

But from time to time, there are a few unlucky Sartre, who were caught by these inhuman jackals to make experiments, and never returned, and even if they have survived so hard, there should be no less trouble, and finally in the battle between coyotes and black dragons, these unlucky demons who were locked in cages were also injured by a lot, or bombed by mistake, so now there are only so many Sartres left, And this handful, which is not particularly lucky or unlucky, also ushered in their end today.

"In fact, over the years, I have also been looking for a solution, and I have also made some simulations of Medivan's situation, these demons are not born like this, they are all acquired through some extremely evil rituals, so in a sense, they and Medivan also have some things in common, but Medivan is corrupted by demons in the mind, and they are corrupted in the body." The coyote demigod pointed to the cage-bound Sartre and said to Garona.

"You mean to use these horn demons to represent Medivan? But is there any connection in this? Garona still didn't quite understand, after all, between Sartre and Medivan, it seems that there is no comparison at all, one is actively transforming himself into a demon, and the other is fighting against the demon in his heart until death.

"In fact, if you lose the battle with Medivan in the first place, it is very likely that Medivan will end up assimilating to the demon in his body and becoming a new demon." As he spoke, the coyote demigod took a stack of forms from the hand of the gnoll researcher beside him.

"And there is data that shows that before Sartre was originally transformed into a demon, there must have been a process of spiritual degradation, these Sartre were the first to be distorted by the mind, and when their minds have been completely occupied by distorted desires, their bodies have also begun to change, this process is so similar to Medivan's depravity, do you still think it has nothing to do with it." The coyote demigod quickly convinced Garona by reasoning with the facts, and the orc kept looking at the records.

"My main research direction and that of my subordinates is to study how to reverse the effects of demons, and we have now discovered a drug that can be used to reverse Sartre's corrupted body." Saying that, the coyote demigod raised his paw and patted the grass gently, and several gnoll researchers wearing white coats and muzzles took out a bottle of golden light from an iron box very tacitly, and then took out a syringe, and sucked a full tube of golden elixir, and then mercilessly injected all the drugs in the syringe into the body of one of Sartre.

"Oh my God, I can't believe my eyes, it's amazing!" Looking at the miracle in front of her, Garona couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Although Sartre, who had been injected with the potion, let out a scream of pain, his body was undergoing a magical transformation, his dirty and tangled long hair quickly disappeared and fell off visibly to the naked eye, the original signature goat horns on the top of his head also quickly shortened, and the tail and hooves of the lower half of his body also disappeared after a twist.

When all the changes were completely over, the original dirty and thin Sartre turned into a dying old Night Elf, obviously the Night Elf was also very shocked by this change, he looked at his long-lost hands and feet, trembled and raised his hand to touch the top of his head, and then angrily knocked on the wooden cage, loudly questioned the gnolls outside: "What about my-power?" Where have you hidden my power? Damn thieves, you stole my power! I'm going to- uh-ah-ah-"

However, before the elf who had returned from Sartre could finish speaking, he let out a low scream, and then fell headlong into the cage, soon without breathing.