"It's unbelievable that all the dragons in your world are so unruly?" Sylvie gasped. Lawrence, on the other hand, clung to the scales of the green dragon cub, and the strong wind almost threw Lawrence flying.

"It's Ysera's heir, it can't speak yet, and we once entered the Emerald Dream together to fight against Savis. ”

"I am a Night Elf, a Moon Guardian, and a Druid, and my eldest brother, Malfurion, is the Torch of the Druids, responsible for lighting the way ahead. ”

"I'm also an Illidare, a demon hunter, and my brother Illidan and I, in order to fight the Burning Legion, we have received demonic powers. ”

"The Burning Legion is strong, and perhaps one day the flames of war will reach you,"

"We all need to be united in the face of a powerful enemy, my Illidare, the Alliance, the Horde, and the Dragonmian Alliance. ”

"Perhaps the future will be uncertain, and if the Burning Legion fails, it seems that both my and Illidan's existence will lose its meaning. ”

"However, the Legion has not yet failed, and I will be willing to sacrifice everything to completely destroy the Burning Legion. ”

Although the El is relatively close, it is also a large world compared to the Plains of the Rain Curtain, even larger than Azeroth.

The green dragon had been flying all morning and afternoon, and the night sky was dotted with stars, and Othur, who was still full of energy, did not want to rest.

But without rest and with nothing to do, Orser and the crow exchanged their messages.

Orser was the last to introduce himself. Prior to this, Lawrence and Sylvie had given Usher a great deal of common sense about the main plane.

Rodney, the Demon Star. Perhaps, in Orser's eyes, there is no demon on this demon star at all, and it should not be called the Demon Star, but it should be called the zoo of Magical Sulama.

Lawrence is from Rodney, and he claims to be the brother of King Rodney, but he keeps silent after Sylvie's sneer. Talked about other things.

The demons live in Rodney, adhering to the law of survival of the fittest, where the strong stay and the weak die. The souls of the weak return to Rodney, re-incarnating as the lowest demons to continue their competition.

Sometimes demons are summoned by warlocks from the main plane, and the warlocks offer sacrifices through certain mediums, summoning the projections of demons to the main plane to trade.

And the content of the transaction is nothing more than exchange, battle, contract, and sometimes physiological needs.

"Physiologically, are you really interested in the six-handed succubus?" Oter grimaced, remembering Illidan's unique tastes and fetishes.

"No, no, no, Othur, the succubi of our world are beautiful," Lawrence tilted his head, "they have the most slender and slender thighs, the most surging breasts, the most beautiful faces, and no superfluous parts." ”

"Although not as good as the forest elves, there are always some hungry warlocks who will trade their own life force in exchange. ”

"Uninteresting. ”

Other shook his head. Sylvie scratched her head curiously.

Sylvie introduced the existence of the main plane.

There are only two countries on the main plane, the Empire of St. Lando and the Southern Alliance. The Southern Alliance, also known as the Southern World, is different from the Empire, which is a group of many races. After all, if this had not been done, the entire main plane would have been unified by the Human Empire Saint Landuo long ago.

Sylvie first introduced the most powerful empire of all, the specialty of St. Lando.

The Knights of Light of the Holy Landor Empire believe in the power of the goddess El, and they are also the enforcers of the Holy Landor Empire, gaining the power of the Light through the guidance of the goddess. The more devout the faith, the greater the power of the Light.

"Don't they believe in the Light directly?" Osser was puzzled, unable to understand why he needed to obtain the Light through a non-existent goddess.

"The Light comes from the Goddess, and I wanted to be a Knight of the Light when I wasn't a Warlock," Sylvie replied, "and I don't need to make any keys." ”

Lawrence sneered at Sylvie and gave Orsher a meaningful look.

I hope the crow really has something like meaningful eyes.

Then there is the Southern World, that is, the Southern Alliance, which is composed of orcs, elves, Argons, tigers and other subspecies, and of course, there are some humans with their own minds who come to the Southern Alliance. Their Knights of Order also come from all races, and most of them have no special access to power, relying on their own physical strength or superb magical attainments.

Sometimes some warlocks are mixed in.

And the Holy Landor Empire and the southern world used to be at war often, and the Shadow Forest was an important stronghold of their tug-of-war, and the Knights of Light and the Knights of Order fought together, which is one of the reasons why the undead were everywhere there.

Oser raised his second question.

"Your orcs, what color?"

"What?"

"The color, the color of the skin. Oter asked again.

"Well, brown yellow, I haven't seen much of it, Grandpa Edward's lab notes are brown and yellow. Sylvie pondered for a moment and replied.

"Is that so. Othur sat down cross-legged again, the wind had subsided by this time, and it looked like the green dragon was a little tired.

"Well, I think the elves of El will be happy to help you. Sylvie said to Orsher, "You're as beautiful as they are, and even though you're purple-skinned and have so many totemic tattoos on your body, I don't think they will." ”

"I don't like the cowardly look in their eyes, which only can be found by the waste who puts their hopes in others," Other said, "but I need the mages of El, and they had better have mages who are proficient in space spells, or we may have to move on to the Plains of Rain." ”

"The Torrent City of the Plains of the Rain Curtain. Sylvie corrected Osser's mistake.

After Sylvie finished speaking, there was no sound, and there was no response for a long time. Other turned her head to see that the warlock girl had tied herself with rope to the scales of the young dragon and was asleep.

The long eyelashes were covered, the white face was a little dusty, the gray-white shawl was short, and the gray cloth robe could not hide the delicate body. She rolled over and continued her dreams.

Orser realized that the little warlock was not much better than those of the forest elves. But it was none of his business, Orser just crushed a piece of red crystal and put the heavy velociraptor skin on Sylvie's body.

Orser remembered the object of Tyrande, Malfurion, and Illidan's affection. Even if Other has no feelings for Tyrande, he still has to admit Tyrande's charisma.

Other thought of the Blood Elf mage who had been chasing him so hard, maybe at this time......

She's already dead on the battlefield.

Hopefully, she pulled a lot of demons on her back before she died.

Orser patted the young dragon's body, signaling that it could fly slower and glide more than flapping its wings.

On the one hand, it is to save the physical strength of the young dragon. On the one hand, he was afraid that Lawrence would fall.

"Huhuhu, it's really exciting, the flight of the dragon turned out to be this feeling, much more exciting than flying by myself. ”

Lawrence's feathers had been swept away by the force of the wind, and a bare chick was shivering on top of the green dragon.