"By the way, I'll introduce you to one of my new minions. Sylvie said to Othur.

Sylvie brought a warrior out of the palace. The bare part of his skin seemed to be scorched by flames, and the tattered skirt and strips of cloth flew in the air. His face was like a ghost, withered like dead wood. He wore a crown on his head, worn, but standing.

He is twice as tall as Sylvie, standing at three meters tall.

Standing beside Sylvie in leather and metal armor made the gap even more apparent, and the warrior looked even more formidable.

"It's not a demon either. Orser opened his soul gaze, observed his color, and replied, "He's dead, and the color of his soul is black." ”

"But it seems to be very good. Sylvie touched the unconscious warrior's withered palm, and followed the ugly and terrifying hand to his quaint black greatsword.

The great sword was unpretentious, but Sylvie could feel the temperature on the sword, as if it had just been burned.

"I guess he was burned to death by fire magic, maybe I could have saved his life if I had summoned him earlier?" Sylvie touched her chin.

"A puppet without consciousness, it's actually okay. Sylvie climbed onto the warrior's shoulders and controlled the puppet to hold her in place and keep Sylvie from falling.

"You wear a crown, how about calling you king in the future? If you don't speak, I'll acquiesce to you, of course, I know you're dead. ”

"I told you that. Orser added, and then he raised his own doubts: "Where did you summon this guy, the power contained in him is out of step with this world. ”

"Who knows, warlocks usually summon demons on the main plane, summon demons in Rodney, uh, maybe another world?" Sylvie scratched her little head.

Orser began to lose his thoughts, ignoring Sylvie.

"Then I'll go first, Night Elves. Sylvie waved at Orser and instructed the puppet called the Great King to walk towards Lawrence's palace, and climbed onto the King's arm. Leave the Minion Cling by Orsher's side - Clint likes the smell of Osser's druid.

Sylvie rubbed her eyes, this flowing palace, no matter how you look at it, your eyes hurt.

Walking into the hall, four pillars that were constantly reassembled came into view, and Sylvi quickly covered her eyes in fright.

The king's footsteps are fast, but very steady, and he should be a warrior with solid basic skills during his lifetime.

His broadsword was raised in his right hand, and at the biceps of his left hand sat a yawning Sylvie.

A blue hedron sparkled and made a "buzzing" sound, waking up Sylvie as she was about to fall asleep.

Looking at the words reflected in the hedron, Sylvie's sleepiness became even stronger, and she blasted the spar into pieces with a shadow arrow, and leaned on the king's shoulder and fell asleep.

Orser had stopped thinking by this time and pinched the head of the Minion Clin.

"Ha?gang ba la da xi?" the Minion Clint looked at Othur with some concern, but the worried expression on his face suddenly changed, and he laughed silly, ready to tear the black cloth off Othur's head.

"You won't want to see it," Orser gently removed Klin's hand, "It's the curse of the Dark Titan, no, bless." ”

"I, you, and the big man summoned by the warlock, we are not of this world. Other rubbed Klin's head.

"Where r you lai?" Clint tilted his head, staring at Osher quizzically.

"It looks like it's not easy to track me down with evil magic," Other looked up at the slowly dwindling crows in the sky, "Lawrence said, the crows landed, it was morning, and I had been in this world for the fifth day. ”

"According to the quality and quantity of evil energy surrounding me, that guy has also discovered me for five days, and I only sensed it on the afternoon of the third day, ordinary demons can't do such a tiny amount of control, even if it's a little ghost, its evil energy will be much more than the evil energy around me, and it won't be so stable. ”

"It can only be said that this is a powerful demon, and the control of evil energy has reached the point of doing whatever he wants, which is really exciting, looking forward to the moment when he appears, the moment when he is torn apart by Nornira. ”

"But why didn't he help the Dreadlord? The Dreadlord wasn't good at individual combat, and team support was his more accurate positioning. ”

"If this demon of unknown strength joins the fight, then it is difficult to say whether the battle will be won or lost, and the Dreadlord's support ability is truly terrifying. ”

Minion Klin's face was pulled down, and he thought that Othur was not listening to him, so he took the cold beam gun, leaned against Othur, closed his eyes, and began to snort. The moment it closed its eyes, saliva was already running down the corners of its mouth.

"I have too many doubts, and if Khadgar is around, he should be able to figure out what is going on, right? Mages love to use their brains, and they like to help others, and think it's their responsibility, it's ridiculous, but it's very helpful. ”

At the thought of the archmage, Othur suddenly missed the mages of Azeroth.

If you want to go to the Shattered Isles, all you need to do is find a mage in Stormwind or Orgrimmar and ask for a portal, and most of them will be possible.

These mages are warm and friendly, and they never refuse such requests.

Maybe a mischievous guy or two will open the portal for you, and as you bathe in the blue light of the teleportation, you'll suddenly be empty, and it's not Dalaran below, but Hillsbrad, the Dalaran Crater, the result of Akmund's spells.

Then you scream and start freefalling from the air. But soon, on the other side of the portal, the mage will immediately rush into the portal, come here, cast a levitation spell on you, and laugh at your expression.

Maybe unreliable, but their enthusiasm is still comforting.

If they were with Orshur, the mages might have already started a meeting and started discussing Orsher's questions.

The crows in the sky slowly descended, and the night had come to an end. Rolling thunder began to pour out from the blood-red sky, which was just a natural phenomenon of Rodney.

Maybe it shouldn't be a rest, the demon lurking in the distance seems to be waiting for something. Moving on and finding a way back is the wisest choice, there is no need to be delayed by a demon, and returning to Azeroth is the most important thing at the moment.

You won't be hiding for long, demon.

Orser gently lifted the Minion Clint and walked towards the quicksand palace made by Lawrence. And Clint was still drooling, dripping all the way.

"Lawrence, maybe it's time for us to go and find the Javier you spoke of. ”

Oter patted Lawrence, who had turned into an ordinary little crow, and the latter's eyes opened a slit and nodded.

He didn't seem to have slept well all night yesterday.