Rodney, the eleventh day of Orshor's departure from Azeroth.

Four strong griffons sent the four back to Khiva.

Both the King and Mikael were a little bigger, and the griffons were staggering.

Once they reached the junction of Shiva and Nila, the Masked Man fell to the ground with the King, Mikael lit a flame, and Orsher retrieved the griffin back with the red crystal.

The king continued to collapse to the ground, muttering inexplicable words, and it seemed that the flames were not able to completely restore him to his senses.

"Long ...... Teacher, first I need to build a small portal, I have enough light stones on me to deal with it, but I need a little time. Mikael took the light stones out of his pocket and used the light to expand them, and a square stone with a radius of two meters landed on the sands of Khiva.

"How long?" asked Other.

"An hour. ”

Mikael began to get busy in the sand, pouring holy light into the square stones, carving magical symbols on them.

Oter looked at the masked man he had rescued but was still lying on the ground and patted him on the head.

"Are you okay?"

The masked man looked up slightly, saw Othur clearly, and then collapsed completely to the ground.

"Stupid Mora and the Dragonborn, they would never have thought I was alive. Rampant but weak laughter came from the mouth of the Masked Man, who seemed to have been summoned to Nila by Sylvie in his dying moment.

"Tell me, mortal, where is this?" the masked man braced himself to his feet, arrogantly throwing out his own questions.

A Nornera lay across the masked man's neck, and the terrifying cold light made the masked man feel the sharpness of this doomsday guard weapon, and the arcane energy in it was ready to explode with the wrath of its master, turning the masked man to ashes.

"I'm sorry, please be polite, I don't have a good temper since I became demonic," Orser said calmly, "if you don't want to separate your head from your body, now report your name." ”

Demonization is only one of the points, and being overshadowed by Sylvie is the main reason. Although Other had never believed the warlock at all, it was this feeling of being unable to defend himself that made him very angry.

It was worse than being betrayed by the fruit merchant of Dalaran, even though the thick-eyed little treeman had not had time to threaten Azeroth, and even threw an apple every time the warriors of the Alliance tribes passed by.

"Milak. The Masked Man also seemed calm, and his mouth was grunting, as if he wanted to mobilize some strength, but failed due to weakness.

If it weren't for the dragon soul being sucked away by the last dragonborn, and Mora still stabbed coldly at the critical moment, Milak would definitely not swallow his anger like this. Instead, he unleashed the dragon's roar and tore the blind boy in front of him to pieces.

Dragon Soul ...... Dragon Soul ...... A large number of dragon souls are needed to support Milak's power, and Milak is now desperate for dragon souls.

Just now, there was obviously a smell of a silver dragon and a golden dragon here, why was it suddenly gone? Milak looked a little frustrated.

Milak shifted his gaze to Mikael, who was working hard to build the portal.

"Giants?" Milak tilted his head and looked at Mikael and the King, "Where's your mammoth?

"Mammoth?Skyrim?" Mikael was a little confused, and he poured the light into the light stone once more, fiddling with the square stones.

"You're no longer in the same world, Mask, and if you want to go back, you'll have to ask for help from my students. Orser said.

It's definitely not what Milak wants, but he longs for revenge against Mora and the last Dragonborn, smashing Mora's library and his librarian with a roar.

"Are there dragons anywhere here?" said Milak, looking around, "I need them ......"

of the soul. Milak added in his mind.

"No, there's nothing here, we need to get back to the main plane first. Mikael shook his head, he was already halfway done with the work at hand, "But if you say that, it looks like you were a dragon knight in the original world?"

Milak didn't reply, he flicked the mask full of magical power, and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt that his magic had not yet been lost.

There is still a chance, and I hope that the dragons of this world will also be able to let him taste the delicacy of the soul.

Little Ragnaros danced boredly on the King, and Safras swayed rhythmically to the Minion Clin's song, occasionally striking the crown on the King's head.

The King's situation was a little strange now, he often muttered jerky words, then twitched violently, and continued to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

But in the sight of Otser's soul, the king's soul has gradually become full.

But those souls were all the souls of the Neela Demon, and even the soul of a Devourer Jean was stuffed inside, and their color was filled with a dazzling green light, taking over the King's body.

A creature made of souls? No, it's not a creature, it's a half-dead thing. It's really pitiful, who turned him into this ghost.

Body and soul were almost baked by the flames, and this endurance impressed Orsher. It's almost a powerful abomination that doesn't understand what pain is, and is invincible on the battlefield.

And wielding the black greatsword was not his only way to attack, Other felt a special magical power in his body, a terrifying power that used soul instead of mana. He even had something in his body that had the same nature as the Light.

Warriors, mages, paladins?

Maybe both.

Orser stretched his body in place, standing on the shore of Nira, remembering Sylvie's words three days ago.

"I don't want to fight the Burning Legion, I just want to go to Azeroth. The gray-haired girl's voice echoed in Orsher's ears, but her head and body had been stored in red crystals by Orser and given to Mikael for safekeeping.

This is what Mikael strongly demands. Although Osher didn't mind this, it didn't stop Orser from being curious about Mikael's hobbies.

Undead and orcs can fall in love, draenei and humans can grow old together, minotaurs and gnomes can fall in love, dwarves and trolls can fall in love......

None of this had happened in Azeroth, and Oter didn't take it in a different light.

The corpse and the druid, what an interesting combination, and the bards are sure to get excited.

Othur glanced at Mikael again.