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

"Mikael, aren't you sleepy?" asked Lawrence, who had already discovered that the Knight of Light hadn't rested for a day.

"Not sleepy, thanks. ”

Mikael has a very different attitude towards Lawrence.

Although he is a demon, Lawrence acts more like a mage who pursues the truth, just like the mage in Torrent City.

Mikael is not pedantic, he follows the path of the Light, has the power to punish evil, and he has his own way of judging whether evil is evil or not.

Most of the children born from black cats and black cats are black cats, but there are still recessive genes that combine with each other to give birth to white cats with smooth coats.

Lawrence's actions did not harm the people of the main plane, at most it caused a little mental impact. And he never took the initiative to provoke a fight.

I have to say that this demon lord made Mikael more determined in his own way of judging evil.

No one is born brutal, and no one is born noble. These things need to be cultivated, but this cultivation process has nothing to do with Mikael.

He is just a supervisor who inspects the quality of the products, the good ones are left behind, and the bad ones are destroyed.

"In one more day we will be Nila, and Nila's demons are ferocious. Lawrence said.

"Don't all demons like to fight each other? This is driven by Rodney's environment, and demons who don't fight will always be eliminated. Mikael said.

"No, the demons of Khiva have a sense of territory, and the demon lords will divide the territory and try not to invade each other, while the demons of Nila are chaotic, and their demon lords will always get together for three days, and a big melee will directly let several demon lords return to the form of small demons. Lawrence said.

"That said, Othur," said Lawrence, "perhaps you need to protect me, I can't stand the arrows of those Nela demons. ”

"Yes, Lawrence's body is indeed fragile," Mikael nodded, "otherwise he wouldn't have been broken by an elite fighter." ”

"It was an accident, an accident, and my magical abilities were still at the forefront of epic levels. Lawrence was a little embarrassed.

"Precautionary?" said Orser pondered for a moment.

Starting from his waist to find the red crystal, he carefully rubbed the red crystal, feeling the energy contained in the crystal.

"This ...... This one...... And this. Orser picked out a few crystals and placed them in his other hand.

However, a crystal slipped from Orsher's waist and landed on Lawrence's back.

Other reached for it, but the red crystal rolled over as if it were alive, dodging Other's palm.

The red crystal kept moving, but it didn't seem to realize that it had come to the edge of Lawrence's back, a drift, and almost fell.

Mikael's eyes were quick, and his huge palm grabbed the beating crystal, slowly placing it in front of Orsher.

"Elder, what is this?" asked Mikael, curious.

"Looks like a not-so-honest little guy. Other gently smashed the red crystal with his fingers, and the red mist poured out, and the restless guy finally revealed his true face.

It was an elemental creature, and from the moment it appeared, the temperature around it was hot, and the lower half of its body was like a base, where molten slurry was tumbling, and it held a rugged war hammer in its hand, and its eyes and mouth were depicted with flames on its small head, and the flames surged on its body, releasing its unique sense of oppression.

Ragnaros, Lord of Flames...... Mini version.

"Scallop blah!" exclaimed Lawrence, quickly giving himself a magical defense, which made him feel a little better, "what's going on, what's going on on my back." ”

Othur struggled to remember what the Blood Elf Mage had said to him, barely recalling the little guy's name.

"Little ...... Ragnaros?" Osher asked softly, uncertain.

Hearing Orsher shout his name, the elemental creature turned around, raised Safras in his hand, and arrogantly poured fire magic onto Orsher.

Flames covered Othur's body, and the heat nearly melted Lawrence's magical defenses.

"Humble bug, you dare to seek the power of Ragnaros, you will see for yourself how powerful it is!"

The flames dispersed, and Othur stood unharmed, the flames of little Ragnaros not even burning the black cloth from Othur's eyes.

"Well, albeit only a little...... But I'll summon the deity right away!" Ragnaros Jr. took a step back, looking at Osher breathlessly.

"It's amazing," said Other, "that the little element cut off from the body of the Lord of Flames has a wisdom of its own. ”

"Is this Tanaris?Very well, I will summon the deity from the Land of Flames, and then you will face the wrath of the Lord of Flames!"

"Maybe it's too late for you to surrender now, Night Elves. Ragnaros Jr. took another step back.

A blue beam of cryo sparked on little Ragnaros, but was quickly annihilated by the scorching heat.

Minion Clint looked at little Ragnaros curiously, reached out and touched its head.

However, the consequences were obvious, and the Minion Kling immediately jumped to his feet, running frantically, exhaling desperately with his mouth, trying to extinguish the fire in his hands.

Even a part of the Fire King's body is not something that a banana can provoke.

"Really...... Amazing, in the time of jihad, are there so many magical creatures?" Mikael exclaimed.

Prior to the Holy War, there was a great variety of species throughout the main plane, and all kinds of amazing creatures emerged one after another. It's a pity that these magical creatures were destroyed by demons during the Holy War.

Surrounded by curiosity, Sylvie tried to poke little Ragnaros with her hand, but was slapped away by Ragnaros' warhammer, and not only that, but Lacnaros also let out a low roar at Sylvie, warning Sylvie not to come closer.

"I hate druids the most, stay away from me!" Ragnaros warned Sylvie.

"Druids, no, no, no, I'm an evil warlock. Sylvie tilted her head.

"Yes, evil warlock. Mikael agreed.

Ragnaros Jr. spat in disgust at Mikael and Sylvie and sided with Orsher.

"The Night Elves are far more evil than you, filthy druids. ”

Little Ragnaros once again unleashed the flames from his body, preparing to cleanse the "ground" of the mottled "weeds" - Lawrence's feathers.

Lawrence felt a violent energy fluctuation coming from his back, and immediately re-released a number of defensive spells such as "Magic Shield", "Magic Shield", "Hard Armor", and "Sand and Stone Skin" on his body.

"Tell me what's going on on my back!