Standing on the mechanical platform, Fu Hang quickly took his attention back. The Queen is right, no matter what the effect of these crystal tubes is. Regardless of where they can channel the energy of the Well of Eternity, they all need the energy conversion device above the Well of Eternity to provide them with energy.

As long as these energy devices are disabled, no matter what the conspiracy is, it will be solved.

These two mechanical platforms are the best springboards for Fuhang.

Because, between the mechanical viaducts, there are countless bridges connecting these mechanical viaducts, therefore, with the help of these viaducts, Fuhang can come to the top of a Sartre team in the southwest direction.

Although he was not sure, he was able to pass over the heads of these satyrs silently. However, around the walls of the city of Aisalin. Fuhang can conquer these guys by force.

It's a long way from the central avenue, and Fuhang can be sure that even if he uses magic, he won't attract the attention of other legion creatures. What's more, these satyrs already carry a trace of magic on their bodies.

After all, their predecessors were upper elves.

Fuhang and Sylvanas followed the bridge connecting the mechanical platform and touched the mechanical platform on the opposite side.

As mentioned earlier, these two mechanical platforms are not operated by Ganerlei's craftsmen.

And cut, except for these two mechanical platforms, there seems to be no other mechanical platforms placed here. As a result, it is very remote. However, Fuhang likes this kind of location very much, and such an environment is easy for Fuhang to clean up the stumbling blocks in front of it.

The location of this Sartre team is exactly at the corner of the palace in the city of Aisarin. Because this place is also a blind spot for sight.

From here, in the direction of the Central Boulevard, there is nothing to be seen, so the Hellfire soldiers and Legion demons patrolling the Central Avenue will not be able to spot these satyrs.

This undoubtedly gives the Fuhang an opportunity. As long as this small team of Sartre is defeated, Fuhang and Sylvanas will be able to stick to the palace and touch the edge of the central avenue smoothly. In other words, the lake of the Well of Eternity is getting closer and closer.

Fu Hang stopped on top of the elevated bridge and made a shushing gesture. He lowered his figure. He said to the queen behind him: "Queen, it seems that we are going to be powerless. There is no cover in front of us, and if we want to get past here, we must kill all the Sartre teams in front. ”

Sylvanas agreed with Fuhang. Her thinking is equally clear. Although this is a sneaky mission, when necessary, you must also show real skills.

"I understand, though, be careful. These Sartre are not strong, we need to solve them quickly, and don't cause other troubles. Also, if we attack this Sartre team, we're already starting to reveal our position. As soon as the other Sartyrs discover this Sartre team, the entire city of Esarin will search for us. ”

Sylvanas told the rest.

Indeed, just get your hands dirty. That is, there is no turning back from the real start. The death of these Sartres. It is to announce the beginning of the speed of life and death. Fu Hang must hurry up and end this game of race against death within the allotted time.

Such a scene. Fuhang didn't have any other ideas. After experiencing so many wars, Fuhang has long been pampered.

His mind is very calm, in his opinion, this is a simple small task, the process of carrying out the task, is to quietly kill these Sartres. and not let other legion creatures find out.

Fuhang's self-confidence also gave Sylvanas motivation.

As long as Fuhang had such a look and a countenance, Sylvanas felt in his heart that he was leaning on an impregnable mountain range. All worries have been put down.

"Swift victory, Queen." Fuhang pulled out the Ash Messenger from his back. Jump from the elevated highway.

His speed was fast, and he entered this blind spot of sight almost instantly.

In the hidden location of this building. A total of six Sartre were meditating.

As they meditated, some fiery flames surged through their bodies, and it was clear that they were using the power of the Burning Legion to exercise their bodies.

And the sudden arrival of Fuhang made these Sartres panic.

Hammer of Justice! Fuhang's holy light became more and more proficient, and under the repeated blows of several hammers of justice, Fuhang's divine energy points were also fully charged.

A collection of pure holy light made the power of Fuhang abundant.

Before these Sartyrs could mobilize their forces, they were caught off guard by Fuhang's surprise attack. They had to parry these blades of light with their bodies.

The Holy Light was still a little softer at first, but the Holy Storm of Fuhang followed.

The power of the Holy Light was intense, completely enveloping all areas around this corner.

Even the building above his head was shaken by a few bricks from the holy light.

Sartre, who was in the lead, still eased up at the first time, even if Fuhang's set of smooth attacks was already perfect.

These Sartres did not cry out because of the pain, and in the hearts of these Sartres, the pain was like fine wine, which made them want to enjoy it incomparably.

Of course, they are not masochists, and while enjoying the pain, they prefer to watch their prey suffer even more.

Curse of Pain! An aura of darkness was released from the lead Sartre's hand, and then a circular pulse spread out in all directions. But Fuhang didn't have time to hide from the power of these shadows.

When these shadow powers touched Fu Hang's body, Fu Hang realized that something was wrong. These things that resemble the power of the shadows are not the powers of the shadows, they seem to be able to penetrate Fuhang's body and reach Fuhang's mind.

These breaths are more like a pain.

Sartre, who was in the lead, saw the power of pain penetrating into Fuhang's body, and he couldn't help but get excited.

Just when the leader of Sartre thought that this strange creature had become the reward of the team, he frantically shot arrows and shot them directly through their bodies.

These cold arrows came from a bow and arrow with the blessing of the moon god.

The blessing of the moon god, dying is incompatible with the painful power of these satyrs. Soon, these Sartres could no longer hold on. They fell to the ground. Violent convulsions began.

Fu Hang endured the severe pain and thrust the Ash Messenger in his hand into the ground. Then use the holy light in your own body to continuously instill it into your own body.

As the natural enemy of all evil forces, the power of the Holy Light finally oppressed the painful power in Fuhang's body.

Fu Hang leaned against the wall, panting.

"The power of these Sartres is really weird, just such a little painful power. It just makes me so embarrassed. Fuhang said depressedly.

The tender queen used her shoulders to resist Fuhang's body. He helped him over and said with concern: "Fortunately, you're okay, these weird creatures are still up to the level that we can't help it." Sylvanas looked at the corpses of Sartre, who had ceased to move, and confirmed once again that they were completely lifeless.

Sylvanas, who had been cursed by Arthas, was unusually sensitive to the breath of life. She could clearly distinguish the creatures in front of her. What a powerful breath of life there is.

If so, the Frost Sorrow of Arthas, with its untold power of evil. They used to bring endless trouble to the living, so this ability to sense the breath of life should be the only advantage.

"This time we came to the city of Aizarin, and we really found a lot of things. The Burning Legion 10,000 years ago was far more powerful than the Burning Legion we fought against in Mount Hyjal. Fuhang said, leaning on Sylvanas' shoulder.

In this city of Aizarin. Fuhang not only saw the cutting-edge technology of the Burning Legion, but also saw the different kind of power that the Burning Legion could bring to other races. Most importantly. The Burning Legion still seems to have access to the Titan Facility.

Tsk, no wonder, there are countless demigods who will die at the hands of the vanguard of the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago.

"Indeed, we don't see these powerful evil mechs or these abyssal demon armies in Mt. Hyjal. It seems that the world we live in is so hard-won. I think we need to cherish it. Sylvanas said as she looked at Fuhang.

"Then for the sake of our better life in the future, we must make these energy conversion devices lose their effectiveness today." Fuhang is almost recovered. He stood up from Sylvanas's arms. The power of the Light allowed him to recover very quickly, and now Fuhang could no longer feel the pain that Sartre had brought him.

Fuhang was just about to step out of the corner when he saw a powerful demon standing beneath the Well of Eternity. Fuhang retreated with interest and said, "Akmund? What is he standing in front of the Well of Eternity? ”

Fuhang, who wanted to attack as soon as possible, saw Akmund standing near the Well of Eternity. He still stopped, after all, in front of such a powerful demon, these methods were very easy to detect.

Akmund was not a reckless man, and his methods were clear. Once you are discovered, it is undoubtedly a dead end.

Not only Akmund, but Manolos followed.

His huge body made Akmund even taller and more pretended.

Fuhang watched Manoros' lips move, but he couldn't hear what Manoros was saying.

Fuhang can only choose to wait, waiting for the opportunity.

The Well of Eternity.

"As I said yesterday, the power of the Well of Eternity is resisting our energy conversion devices, and our technicians are increasingly unable to grasp the trajectory of these energies." Manoros said.

Akmund stood in front of the Well of Eternity, facing this huge lake, he was calm.

"Don't panic, Abyss Lord. For these energies, I have a way. Akmund said with confidence.

The power of the Well of Eternity, Akmund did not know the true nature of these energies. However, when it came to distorting the void, Sargeras, the Lord of the Burning Legion, approached him to discuss the matter.

In a plane like the Twisted Void, Lord Sargeras felt the trajectory of these powers.

Sargeras once asserted about these energies. These eternal energies are endless, but they don't seem to know how to use them.

To put it simply, this Well of Eternity is a great collection of countless energies, but as the energy itself, they are unable to exert these energies. So they were very calm, and they were quietly parked on this small planet.

But there are no differences or boundaries to energy. Sargeras, who felt this power in the Twisted Void, still found the source of energy, Azeroth. This tiny world.

Akmund, from the mouth of Sargeras, learned this information.

"Since these energies don't know how to unleash their immense power, let the Eternal Legion give them direction." Akmund's edict penetrated deep into the lake.

The pure waters of the lake rose up along the pillar of light that reached the heavens of the decree.

The forces began a frantic invasion of these well waters.

Gradually, a voice spread out from the well water.

This voice resounded throughout the city of Aizarin.

"How dare you blaspheme the most primitive powers, you foolish creatures." The familiar voice condemned Akmund's actions against him.

Fuhang and Sylvanas also heard the voice. Fuhang Secret Channel: It turns out that Akmund also knows that eternal energy is caused by thoughts, so it seems that Akmund has found the key to controlling these energies.

Akmund smirked, "You seem to be resisting the control of the Eternal Legion, but the power can tell you that resistance is fruitless. You must, try to obey! ”

The attitude of the Burning Legion has always been so tough. The condemnation of the eternal energy did not touch Akmund with a trace of emotion.

On the contrary, Akmund appeared to be patient.

"No, I can't be controlled by you creatures, maybe that mortal is right, you are filthy creatures, I can't continue to assist you!" The Eternal Energy is breaking free from Akmund's grasp.

Akmund said in surprise: "It turns out that there are other creatures on this planet who have communicated with you, and it seems that I am still impressed by the creatures on this planet." ”

"You know, without the guidance of Lord Sargeras, I wouldn't have been able to discover that such pure energy as you still has thoughts." Akmund said in surprise.

Manoros whispered, "Lord Akmund, just this morning, our city of Asarin was attacked by the creatures of Azeroth, but with the resistance of my field and Fils, we managed to repel these creatures. ”

Akmund waved his hand, indicating that these little things should not be reported to him.

He needs to continue to communicate with this eternal energy. (To be continued.) )