Barren, deathly silence.

The yellow sand fluttered in the wind, and endless crows rose up, covering the blood-red sky.

Pieces of golden armor draped over Lawrence's wings, and he even wore heavy ankle rings made of pure metal, though the weight was not a big deal for him.

"Are you imitating Ansu?" asked Othur, sitting on the sand.

"Hmm...... After beating it up last time, I wanted to see if it could strengthen my magic storage. ”

"Why did you come to Rodney?" asked Lawrence. The epic Demon Lord was unrecognizable right now, sitting in the sand, holding his wings and picking at the gravel stuck in his toes.

"I'm a little suspicious of you now that you found out that Saint Landuo was coming, so you hurried away. Sylvie sat on the staff, which floated in the air.

"If you don't run away, are you going to beat the seven epics? Don't you see you're throwing them here?" Lawrence snorted, turning away from Sylvie.

Sylvie turned the staff in a direction and landed it back in front of Lawrence, and said earnestly, "If you were here, the Shadow Vine of St. Landor would probably be almost wiped out." ”

"Then how did you hide here?" Lawrence rolled over again, and the entire huge body of the Dead Raven Demon sank deep into the sand.

"I was sent here by a spatial scroll made by El, but speaking of which," Sylvie turned to Orser sitting on the ground, "can't you go back?"

Orser sat on the ground, his left foot bent, his left hand resting on his knee, and his right hand resting on his chin.

"The feeling of being noticed is gone, and Malfurion seems to have lost the image of my side. "It was all too sudden, I was going to have Nornera eat the portal. ”

"As a result, we were eaten. Sylvie added.

Oter nodded. It looks like the demon hunter of Azeroth has a long way to go.

Lawrence looked like he remembered something, and he grinned.

"I told you you had to use my exit card, Orsher, we should go to the Red Flame Canyon of Rodney and find Javier, who, with his abilities, can open a portal to another world. As for the main plane, the southern world and St. Lando are estimated to have a full-scale war. ”

"After all, sending an assassin to kill an ancient elf can be seen as a declaration of war that will definitely stir up the orcs of the southern world, and even if the forest elves don't want to, they must join the war. ”

Sylvie tilted her head, a narrow smile on her face.

Osser looked at Sylvie with a relaxed and happy face, and asked with some confusion, "Warlock, why did you come along?" ”

"I'm coming along?!" Sylvia jumped up from her staff and said angrily, "Is there a mistake? Night Elf, I was trying to pull you out of the range of that portal! You think I volunteered?!"

"Maybe. ”

Orser turned his head and ripped off one of Lawrence's wings, causing the latter to scream in pain.

"What to do?!"

"I should probably take a break from you. Orser said.

"Rest, aren't you in a hurry to go back?" Lawrence scratched his head with some confusion, "Aren't you going back to Azeroth to fight demons?

"Someone is interfering with me. Othur looked at the crow-covered sky with his soul gaze, and the void above reminded him of the Hellfire Peninsula.

"I don't know who it is, but he's holding me back, and I'm only now realizing that there's evil magic all around me, and he's tracking me. Orser crushed a piece of red crystal and pulled out a two-legged Wyvern pancake from it, "I'll need to take some time to find him, maybe it's the Dreadlord, maybe it's Sylvara, maybe it's Ereda." ”

"He's hiding from me. Osser munched on pancakes as if chewing on the flesh of the guy who was holding him back home, "He should pray that I won't find him." ”

Sylvie blinked her blue eyes curiously, fluttering, like the human-faced butterfly she had summoned when she and Othur first met.

She stepped forward and pressed her cold white hand to Otser's chest, drawing circles, lifting the hem of her skirt to her thighs, her snow-white skin sticking to the sides of Orsher's waist, and she gently blew into Otser's ear.

"Do you want to have a good time?" Sylvie moved her face to Orsher, the two facing each other, Sylvie's eyes staring at the black cloth that covered her eyes, "I lied to that dragon knight, but now that I think about it, I can't fool a hero who survives the holy war, I have to put it into practice." ”

A bitten Wyvern pancake was shoved into Sylvie's mouth. Sylvie's eyes widened, and she was pressed to the sand by a pair of large hands, and a lot of grit slipped into her short gray hair.

"Sorry for pushing too hard, I just wanted to treat you to a pancake. Other said, letting go of his grip on the pancake and helping Sylvie to her feet with a blank expression, "The Draenor orcs are still very good at their craft. ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Sylvie spat out the pancake in her mouth and glared at Osher angrily, "Is this how you treat the Holy Maiden of Saint Lando? believe it or not, with a wave of my hand, a hundred thousand paladins will come and beat you." ”

"You just took possession of her body, Warlock. Other glanced at Sylvie.

"Her hair used to be blonde, and I dyed her the gray I liked," Sylvie was still very upset, "and cut it into the short hair I liked, and she became me." ”

"Your logic is weird. ”

Under Sylvie's ramblings, Orser had entered Lawrence's makeshift palace made of sand, and the quicksand was constantly flowing to the ground, but they were pulled back by Lawrence's magic and returned to their original places.

It's like a flowing palace.

Maybe it's cool, but Sylvie has some headaches.

"Eyes...... Hmm......" Sylvie rubbed her eyes.

"There was a lot of room why you would want to come here. Oter sat on the ground, munching on the lion's leg without looking at Sylvie.

"I'm interested in you. ”

"I know. ”

"Are you interested in me, then?"

"I'm starting to be a little curious about you, Warlock. Oter stopped eating. "From the mouths of the humans who came before you, you have extraordinary power and status in this world, but it doesn't mean much to me. ”

"I'm just wondering how you drive the evil energy in your body. ”

"What can?" Sylvie clearly didn't hear.

"Evil energy, that is, the energy in your body, your warlocks are almost the same as our warlocks, but you can't summon real demons. Oter replied, "That's my biggest doubt at the moment. ”

"And the second biggest doubt?"

"This world is called Rodney's planet, and the power it carries is inexplicably familiar, but I don't know which one it is, the memory is too long. ”