As soon as Vandal and Lelar flew away on their front feet, a white shadow flashed under the city wall, and Cheng Xiaotian also flew over. This time, there was neither an edgeworth, nor any spells, and his figure swept high into the air silently, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The soldiers of the Revenge Legion blocked the entrance of the cave, stopped hand-to-hand combat, and once again untied their bows and arrows and began to kill, the arrows were as dense as locusts, and the sound of breaking the air reverberated through the holes in the wall, making a breathtaking "buzzing" sound. The cursed werewolf simply couldn't break through such a dense rain of arrows, and the rows fell, and the corpses quickly blocked the hole completely, leaving only a clawed hand to pierce the corpse wall, scratching at the air.

Sa!

A sword light flashed, the corpse mountain was pierced, and the outstretched claw hung down weakly. The sword light flew back through the corpse wall again, hovering over the head of the avenging army for a week, flashing downward, and disappearing into the scabbard behind Lan Ya's back.

"Good!"

Durandon had been cheering on the sidelines, and when he saw such a handsome sword retraction, he applauded and walked over quickly. He tried to put on an expression that he thought was very friendly, and said with a smile: "This female chief, may I ask...... Do you have any plans to take in students? ”

Lanya didn't react, as if this guy didn't exist at all, and didn't squint past him and saddle his horse. The other soldiers immediately put their bows back and mounted their horses to concentrate on the commander.

"Oops!" Derlandon was in a hurry at that time, he hurried two steps, grabbed the reins of Lanya's war horse, raised his head and said with a flattering smile: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, I can pay a high tuition, how about ten gold coins?" ”

Lan Ya didn't look at him at all, picked up the horsewhip and swept it at his wrist, forced the "claw" away, clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse "Herod" neighed, and chased the refugees who ran out with four hooves.

Durandon refused to give up, chasing after the horse's ass and shouting, "Or ...... 50 pieces? No! 100 pieces! 200！ ”

"Your Excellency the Archmage, you are so rich, why don't you go and help those refugees?" Lan Ya's voice came from afar, and it was gone.

Behind them, the horses' hooves roared, and the avenging legion team drove past Dralandon, and unlike the indifference of the commander, the soldiers had great respect for the mighty magician, and all of them respectfully saluted as they ran past him. Thanks to the fact that they broke through the high wall just now, otherwise, the casualties of the common people would have been even worse.

Seeing the soldiers go away, Delandon's face was full of unwillingness, and after a little thought, Mulu resolutely whistled, and a brown horse immediately ran over in the forest not far away.

"I must learn this hand!" Durandon rolled over his horse and said viciously.

Luo Ning, who had been watching coldly, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I think, you should go directly to Lord Cheng Xiaotian to learn, and you will have a better grasp." ”

Hearing this, Durlandon's face was embarrassed, and he looked back at the high wall, Cheng Xiaotian had never shown up since he flew in just now.

Separated by a wall, the cursed werewolf army stood motionless inside the wall, unable to see the target, and these humanoid beasts that couldn't think were all in a state of stupor. At the back of the line, Alonso stood like a werewolf with his staff, but when he got closer, his emaciated body was shaking.

It was impossible to tell whether he was angry or frightened, or both, but Alonso's heart was so turbulent that he couldn't even take a step, and he had to hold on to his staff to stand firm.

"Lelar, I rescued you from the cage, did you do this to me?" The old mage gritted his teeth and muttered, when suddenly, a vague word came into his ears.

"Poor worm."

Alonso's cloudy gaze froze, and he grabbed his staff and looked around, surrounded by werewolves like wooden stakes, unable to see who was talking.

"It's pitiful to have to pin your hopes on others."

The low, hoarse voice rang in his ears again, ethereal, and Alonso spun around in place, but couldn't even grasp the direction in which the sound came from.

"Who is it?!" The annoyed old mage shouted, his voice echoing in the empty night sky, and the remnants of the blue-eyed werewolves looked around inexplicably, but found nothing.

"Your Excellency, who are you talking to?" A general approached and asked cautiously.

Alonso woke up with a voice that only he could hear.

When he thought of this, he was shocked, although he had almost no magic power, but after all, he was a national teacher, and he had the opportunity to read a lot of books, which was quite extraordinary for his knowledge. Of course, the voice will not be transmitted in a directional way, and the words just now are not "heard" at all, but someone uses powerful ideas to communicate directly with his thoughts.

Being able to invade other people's minds in the form of thoughts is beyond the realm of mortals, and it seems to be ...... Only the legendary fifth-order great mage could have done it!

"Come, come to me, poor lucky wretch, you have been chosen by me." The voice rang out again.

Alonso closed his eyes this time, and finally confirmed his thoughts, he tried to communicate with the other party with his mind, carefully silently: "Who are you?" What does it mean to choose me? ”

"Don't have any doubts about me, I'm not as powerful as you can imagine." The voice said, "Right now, if you go all the way west, you will see me, and you will have superhuman strength, an incomparably powerful backing, and a status above all mortals." ”

Alonso was shocked when he heard this, his heart immediately beat violently, his innate magic perception was extremely weak, so that he could not even reach the level of a first-order magician, and having great power has always been his strongest desire. However, his nearly 100-year-old age is not empty, and he still maintains a minimum of calm in the face of great temptation.

"Why me? What do you want from me? As Alonso spoke, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva and made a heavy "coo" sound.

"I do need you to help me do something, but it won't cost you, it will only benefit you." The voice seemed to be a little impatient, and after a pause, he continued: "Maybe you don't need to, and I don't want to waste any more time, give you three seconds to think about it, and in three seconds, the lucky one will be...... It's going to be the idiot next to you, and you, keep being your wretched. ”

Hearing this, Alonso looked at the werewolf general beside him, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. The general was thrilled by this stabbing gaze, shuddered, and bowed down to laugh.

It took almost a second for Alonso to make a decision, and he didn't hesitate to take steps in the direction in which the blue moon was about to fall.

"As long as I don't harm myself, in order to become stronger, I am willing to accept all conditions!" Alonso said inwardly, the staff in his hand paused on the ground, and a "whin" sound came from the top of the staff.

At the sound of this, the sluggish cursed werewolves immediately retreated, gathering towards the hussars.

"You bring the army back, you don't have to wait for me." As he spoke, Alonso had turned the foot of the mountain and walked into the sunny side of the western peak of Mao'er Mountain, where the fire could not shine.

The general hesitated for a moment, bent down, and gave a military salute in the direction where he had disappeared, "Yes, Master Guoshi." ”

Alonso is not a brave man, in fact, he has never been brave in his life, and today is the first time. He was going to meet a big man alone, a fifth-order super magician who was likely to reach the legendary realm, a demigod!

His nervousness can be imagined, but as he moves forward, his steps become more and more steady.

He thought a lot, he had a lot of money in his life, and he finally got the favor of God and obtained a magical ability, but he was trampled under the feet of the people he summoned, which he couldn't accept at all. All this is just because he is too weak, if he can have strong power, he doesn't need to touch the realm of demigods, as long as he can become a weaver, no! Even if it's just an elemental walker, coupled with an army of cursed werewolves, who else is there to be afraid of in Azeroth?!

The more Alonso thought about it, the more excited he became, so excited that he almost hit his head on a tree.

"You've arrived, and I'm right next to you, Lucky." The voice sounded again, but this time it wasn't an idea, it really came to my ears!

Alonso was startled, and hurriedly looked in the direction from which the voice came, only to see a half-man-high white stone not far from the side, and a black crow standing on the white stone mountain, looking sideways at him.

"You must have a lot of questions." The crow spoke suddenly, and then the feathers on his body began to twist and expand, and in an instant he became an old man in a gray robe, and he looked at the stunned Alonso and smiled. "I am your guide, I am a prophet, I am - Medivan!" (To be continued.) )