All of Slanhill's attention was on Gwen, the vines that had sucked the life force of the ancient dragon were almost helpless against Gwen.

Are all otherworldly creatures monsters?

Slanhill secretly complained as he used the overwhelming number of vines to wrestle with Gwen, but he didn't have much advantage.

The black greatsword ignited by the first fire would whip up a whirlwind of flames with each blow, and although it didn't do much damage to the vines, the flames ignited the vines and caused a lot of trouble for Slanhill.

The elves of this world have been absorbed by Slanhill, and all of them have been turned into slanhill's nourishment, and it has just successfully harvested a stream of natural energy that somehow comes from nowhere, and when this energy is completely transformed, Slanhill is confident that he will be able to kill Gwen.

I don't know what happened to Sylvie, if she solved it a little faster, Slanhill didn't mind waiting for her for a while, it could be regarded as thousands of years of "friendship".

The Els covet the surging life energy of Slanhill, and as long as they occupy the fountain of life under Slanhill and its feet, they can enjoy the thrill of creating life to the fullest.

Sranhill also covets the Els' ability to copy, hoping to dissect and absorb one of them in order to gain their power.

However, there are three Els, and Slanhill's individual strength cannot match the three Als at the same time. And there are internal conflicts among the Els, and they can't unite to clean up Slanhill together.

So they pretended to be with each other for thousands of years.

Now that the Light El and Tiebs are dead, even if Sylvie has fully mastered the power of the Abyss, Slanhill is confident enough to clean Sylvie away.

Because this natural energy that doesn't come from nowhere is so wonderful, and the life force is abundant, but it is a little sluggish, as if it has been driven out by something.

While digesting the natural energy and dealing with Gwen's attack, Slanhill didn't have time to pay attention to the battle on Sylvie's side.

Presumably, it will be a pyrrhic victory in the near future.

Slanhill happily imagined that it had seen its energetic self fighting the prostrated Sylvie.

"You...... Hungry for power?" a low, eerie voice suddenly sounded in Slanhill's head, which caught Slanhill off guard, causing a blood-filled vine to be slashed by Gwen's black greatsword.

But it reacted quickly, wrapping all the vines around Gwen before it began to process the voice in its head.

"Who are you?" said Slanhill, forced his composure.

Its spiritual power is not something that anyone can invade, and Slanhill's protective measures are so well done that it is almost impossible for anyone to have the ability to enter, not even El.

Who is it......

Slanhill was ready for the mental shock, and when the voice showed up again, blast him out, then find his body and twist him with vines.

"Evante was killed by Othur here, and his soul vessel in the twisted void showed no sign of his resurrection. ”

"It's hard for him that a Nasrezm has been reduced to fighting against the leader of Illidare. ”

"But who told him to jump into the portal to the dark universe?"

The voice was low, but the tone and tone of the speaker were very relaxed, and he didn't seem to care about Slanhill's thoughts.

"Who are you...... Tibbs, the Holy Light El, or something else...... El alive?" said Slanhill's voice in disbelief.

"No, lovely world tree, I'm your friend. A horrible face with sharp fangs appeared in Slanhill's mind, his complexion was pale and terrifying, his eyes were like those of dwarves who had stayed up too long, and the dark circles under his eyes were somewhat thick.

The moment the Dreadlord appeared in Slanhill's mind, the mental shock was released by Slanhill, successfully shattering the image of the Dreadlord.

"Next, find your body, and ......" Slanhill's voice came to an abrupt halt.

The Dreadlord tilted his head, and the shattered images regrouped, his face full of banter.

"Little sapling, my name is Noknis," Nasrezm grinned widely, his form becoming complete in Sranhill's mind, and he bowed like a gentleman, "a commander of the Burning Legion, and you, will be my subordinate." ”

Slanhill quietly gathered spiritual energy, it would never believe that there was such a strange creature, it could be intact under the spiritual impact, the Dreaddemon in front of him was just bluffing, he would definitely not survive the second round.

"Don't waste your efforts," Noknis waved his hand, waving away Slanhill's spiritual energy, and then quietly leaned down, as if to say intimate words to Slanhill's spiritual world, "I just found here, and I haven't had time to report back to the legion, that is, this world belongs to me for the time being." ”

"As soon as I came here, the world was destroyed, but it saved me a lot of effort. ”

"Avant's soul fragment Osher didn't take it away, is he going to stay and attract the legions that have successfully arrived here, and then wait for the rabbit?"

Slanhill looked at Noknis in front of him, the fear in his heart slowly spread, and the attack on Gwen gradually slowed down, allowing Gwen to cut off several more vines at once, approaching Slanhill's body.

"It's a pity you're useless, little sapling," Noknis held out his hand, the green flames of evil energy pulsing uneasily in his hand, trying to enter Slanhill's body, "Don't panic, my little cutie, let's find out where Osher is first, I want to ask him something." ”

"Huh, why is he behind you?" Nokness's voice changed, "Did you spot me? ”

"But...... Azeroth's reinforcements seem to have opened up the spatial passage here?"

"Malygos...... No, Karegos. ”

Nockness dissipated from Slanhill's body and moved somewhere else.

"Good luck, four archmages and the power of the Blue Dragon King Karegos, may your little sapling survive their arcane torrent. ”

These were Nokness's last words for Slanhill.

What the...... What does it mean?Slanhill looked at the disembodied Dreadlord in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

Then Slanhill reacted immediately.

Countless towering trees for defense gathered around Slanhill, forming a natural shield, and the vines also took a parrying stance.

A blue light flashed in the sky, and the whole world trembled, and the magical power of Azeroth descended on this world, forcibly opening the passage between the two worlds.

The torrent of arcane spells along with the moon well water that swallows Sranhill.

Then came Malfurion's voice of concern.

"Other!