As his name suggests, the Kodomon Graveyard is a huge graveyard where every Kodomon slowly comes and waits for death when they are old and about to die. There are no brightly lit decorations, only piles of corpses.

"Thank you for reaching out." The Kodomon spirit, which was clearly the leader, greeted Rekai and the others, "But I'm sorry, we can't give you any reward here. ”

"Honorable Elder, you're polite, we're not here for payment." Rekai performed the standard Azeroth Blood Elf etiquette, "Aranchia is our friend, and it is only natural that we should help Aranchia. ”

"I see." The leader of the Nakodormon nodded, and it turned to Aranchia and the other thunder lizards, "Thank you, young heir. ”

"Now, then, it's time to interrogate this guy." Lei Kai turned to Sartre who was holding in Terrey's hand, "By the way, respected elder, I haven't asked your name yet?" ”

"My name?" The Kodomon was stunned, "I'm really sorry, we Kodomon don't have a name, and I'm not actually a soul, but a collection of many souls, and I can't remember how many of them." Of course, that's what you can see in this graveyard. ”

So Lei Kai was shocked to find that after the original battle, there was not a single Kodo beast soul here, a full twelve, but the souls of some Kodo beasts became a little dim.

"Okay." So Lei Kai no longer dwelled on the question, "Tyre, can you restrain him with a spell?" The way you look makes it hard for me to interrogate. ”

Tyré rolled her eyes, but threw Nasatre to the ground, causing an exclamation: "Ah! Be careful! This is Sartre! What if I go berserk? ”

"Rest assured, it's locked up." Tyre looked at the jumping crowd speechlessly, and then everyone realized that there were several small purple chains that had bound this satyr.

"What the hell?" Lei Kai pinched the chain curiously, only to find that his finger passed through the middle, and then he realized that this thing was not an entity.

"A simple restraint." Tai Lei said lightly, looking at Lei Kai's eagerness to learn, and added, "Dragon Clan limited." Dispel Lei Kai's desire to learn.

"What! Wait for Lao Tzu to cultivate, and get a bundle of immortal ropes to tie you up! In his mind, he couldn't help but think of some pictures that were inappropriate for children, and a cheap smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you thinking?" Terrée was speechless, looking at how this smile felt a little goosebumps falling to the ground.

"Ah, nothing!" Wiping the non-existent saliva from the corner of his mouth, Lei Kai finally got serious, learning from the interrogation room he had seen on TV in his previous life, "Okay, let's ask first, name!" ”

Sartre, who hadn't said a word since he was caught, pursed his lips disdainfully and turned his head to the side.

"Ahh Lei Kai laughed, "Come on, fill him with chili pepper water on the tiger chair!" "Finally, there is a hint of the meaning of those bandit officers in the previous life.

"What is Tiger Chair Chilli Water?" Vaughn duly interrupted Rekay's thoughts.

"Damn!" Lei Kai, who failed to pretend to be B, burst out unhappily, "How can this guy do it if he doesn't speak?" ”

"For Sartre who threw himself into the darkness, the Holy Light was what they feared the most!" Ma Dant had obviously studied Sartre before, but it was the first time he had seen Sartre in person, especially since this Sartre was still alive.

"Nonsense, the records of the night elves are still so backward." This Sartre disdainfully refuted Madant's words.

"Eh, he's talking!" Lei Kai looked excited, "Come on, tell me what your name is?" ”

Another white eye, and Rekai was ignored.

"Drag, what drag! You've all been caught, you captive! Lei Kai was furious, and went up and kicked this Sartre over.

"It's not worth getting angry with such a thing!" Vaughn and Dashley pulled Rekai aside, of course, if it wasn't for the fact that they "gently" kicked Sartre a few times in the process of pulling and this kind of thing was seen by the soul, others would definitely think they were good people.

"I'm so angry!" Lei Kai was still angry, and said to Madant, "It seems that you can only come, this guy seems to only react to you!" ”

"Boss, can you stop talking so dirty? What does it mean to only react to me! Madant's whole face collapsed, but he still asked Sartre honestly, "What's your name?" ”

"Trist, Trist? Poison Scythe. Sartre glanced at Ma Dante lightly, "Maybe you will be more familiar with my other name, Ma Dante!" ”

"Nani!" Ma Dante and his friends were stunned, this guy actually knew Ma Dante, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"You really don't have any impression of the name Triste? More than 200 years have passed, and you still let me down so much! Trist was still half-dead, as if the world had nothing to do with him.

"Trist?" Madant thought carefully for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed, "Trist? Chenxing! Damn, how could you be Trist! Madant, who had obviously come up with something, was a little broken, and the dark side of the whole person was completely stimulated.

"Ha, that's me, what? Think it's incredible? Incomprehensible? Has everything that was previously believed in collapsed? Trist's voice was seductive, "Since you can't stand it, why don't you come with me?" ”

"Enough!" Suddenly Tyret woke up from his anger with a loud shout, a roar with a hint of dragon power, easily breaking the temptation magic in Trist's words.

"What's the matter with this guy?" Lei Kai squatted beside Madant, who was wiping a cold sweat, and he didn't know when there was an extra banana in his hand.

"Sorry to worry you. Trist? Chenxing, known as the most promising Night Elf Ranger, was taught archery by the priestess Tyrande herself, and baptized by Malfurion herself, and he lived up to expectations, successfully advancing to the Legends at the age of only two hundred and joining the Queen's Garrison. Madant finally calmed down and began to talk about this Sartre's previous deeds, "Of course, he is my baptismist!" "I guess this is what really makes Madant unacceptable.

"By the way, how old are you?" Lei Kai suddenly interjected at an inopportune time.

"Well, I'm just three hundred and fifty-six years old." Stunned by the question, Madant still chose to answer Rekai's question.

"And how old is this guy?"

"I was baptized when I was twenty years old, and Trist was young, about four hundred, so he should be over seven hundred years old now." I envy you longevity...... Oh no, I'm a demon cultivator, my lifespan shouldn't be so short! "More than 200 years ago, Trist told me that he had accepted a secret mission to leave Nordasir alone, and then he left with Guanhaifa. By the way, what about Guanhaifa? Madant suddenly remembered something.

"Kanhaifa? Can you still think of Kanhaifa? Hahahaha! Suddenly hearing the familiar name, Trist suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was full of tragedy, "How many people in the night elves can remember Guan Haifa's name now?" Ha, you are not hunters, how can you understand the grief of your partner dying in front of you! ”

"Well, I'm a hunter too!" Vaughn raised his hand weakly.