Glades, Temples.

"Elder, why didn't you tell me there was a demon near the El?" Landry questioned Othur.

It's unbelievable that in El, right at El's doorstep, a powerful demon appeared and even took the dragon's body.

"I asked you for four druids. Other replied, "And blessed them with Azeroth, and led them to slay the demon." ”

Landry had already met the four druids.

The natural energy in their bodies is even comparable to their own. These four students are indeed very talented, but it is absolutely impossible for them to grow to such a point so quickly.

Blessing, Azeroth, is that the name of some ancient priest, if there are more of them......

"Elder, what have you done to them?" asked Landry, his voice trembling, his voice becoming a little unstable, anger mixed with joy.

"Don't think too much about it, I've run out," said Other, "and they've been blessed with the props I've been storing for a long time. ”

Landry became a little disappointed, but quickly adjusted. The forest elves had lost their sovereignty over the southern world for too long, and political matters had left the Great Elder haggard.

"I'll send someone to investigate that dragon's lair right away," Landry walked around the temple, "I'm sorry, Greekka was originally a brontosaurus, and he came to El to avoid greedy human adventurers, but he didn't expect to be possessed by demons. ”

Landry looked at the four druids who had befriended the Brontosaurus Greekka and sighed.

They've experienced things they shouldn't have at this age.

"Don't be sad, child, with great power comes great responsibility, and now you should have the courage to give everything for Al to fill the guilt in your hearts. ”

The four elven druids held back tears and nodded slowly.

It's just four kids...... Landry shook his head.

"Mentor, do we have any training next?" asked the little yellow tree man in his elven form. The other three druids immediately set their sights on Othur, and they had a great affection for the ancient elven hero who had given him great power.

This is a young and beautiful forest elf, she covers her graceful and light legs with a white robe, but she can't block the waves on her chest, and her beautiful little face is full of sadness and expectation.

"Nope. Other replied briefly, "But I need a mage who is proficient in spatial teleportation right now. ”

Landry relented when he heard Osser's request.

"Elder, what's going on again?"

"I'm going home. Other replied.

Landry's face was dazed, and then he reacted immediately.

The elven hero still remembers his homeland, but his paranoia has lost some of his memory and sanity, and he stubbornly believes that his hometown still exists.

Landry couldn't tell him that his homeland had been wiped out by the Holy War. This will only make the traumatized elven hero even more devastating.

Let's stabilize the elders first.

"Elder, we have a banquet for you, can you think about returning to your hometown after the feast?" Landry said.

"No, I'm in a hurry. Orser said.

"For their sake. Landry gestured to the four druids, "They've lost their best friend, the dragon. ”

Other hesitated for a moment, he understood the feeling of losing a comrade or friend, he had experienced it too many times, but he still remembered how painful the initial loss was.

"Good. ”

............

The elven maiden Ansena returned Osher to her residence.

"Elder, I'm looking forward to dancing with you at the banquet. Ansena bowed her body slightly, revealing her white breasts, and secretly focused her eyes on Othur's body, expecting Other's reaction, but she quickly realized that it was useless.

The elder had a black cloth over his head, and the black cloth covered his eyes.

But his charisma still glows.

"Thanks, I can't dance," said Otser, "and if you can sing, I'll be with you." ”

Ansena looked at Osser who closed the door, and her heart was ecstatic.

I got ...... An invitation from the elders?!

The forest elf girl's inner fawn collided, and she once again turned into a bighorn deer, shuttling through the jungle.

Inside the house.

"Where have you been, what have you done with those little animals?"

Sylvie had changed into a gray dress she bought yesterday, revealing a pair of delicate legs, and she was stir-frying wild boar meat in the kitchen, cumin giving off an enticing fragrance on it.

Other stepped into the vine-made couch and lay down.

"Hunt down the Dreadlord," Oter replied, "and when this feast is over, it's time for me to find their mage and leave." ”

"Did you register me on El's resident card?" Sylvie asked, looking back, "the kind where I can live here even if you're gone." ”

"Nope. ”

Sylvie pauses as she flips the shovel, sighs, throws the shovel into the pot, takes out the flame hedron underneath, walks over to Orsher, and sighs.

"If I were your spouse, would you let the Great Elder let me live here?" ”

Sylvie suddenly straddled Orsher's waist, her small white hands roaming over Orsher's bare abs, her legs pressed against the skin of Orsher's cold ribs, and her small face was close to Orsher's face. With a sweet smile, she stared cutely and playfully at Osser's face.

Sylvie could even feel Other's breathing. Sadly, she didn't feel Other's gasp as he became heavy.

As usual, the Night Elf's breathing was steady and slow.

Orser was indifferent.

Oh, I almost forgot, it's a blind man.

Silvie, bored herself, got off Orsher's waist and turned and walked into the kitchen to continue her culinary journey.

"I don't go into heat, I told you, even Tyrande won't attract me. Other shook his head, "Not to mention alchemy dolls. ”

"What? What doll?"

"Alchemy dolls. Other replied.

Sylvie's movements stalled once more, and she could clearly feel her breathing halt suddenly.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit suffocating.

"I've seen Mecatok's alchemy doll, he's a master craftsman," Osher said, "and the doll he makes isn't as realistic as yours, but you're still an alchemy doll, a ragdoll with a strange soul, a lonely ghost who wanders between death and life." ”

"Who stuffed you into this doll?" Othur asked.

Sylvie was silent, the pendulum ticking on the wall, and the second hand spinning and turning.

Finally, Sylvie whispered, "Why do you say I'm an alchemy puppet?"

"Shadow Forest, your behavior at that time was completely different from now, your personality seems to be temporarily implanted, but it can't be a split personality, there is only one soul in a split personality, and the color does not change, the color of your soul changes from time to time, this is the same as an alchemy doll. ”

"You've gone from being a weak little girl to being weird. ”

"Then you tried to tell me that you were only mentally beaten, but your heart beat faster, and here you have to praise the craftsman who made this alchemical figure. ”

"Mia's lie blushes when she tells it, you don't, you just have a fast heartbeat, and you can't hide it from me. ”

"But just to hide the fact that you're an alchemy puppet, I don't think it's necessary. ”

"I don't discriminate against golem creatures. ”

"Really?" Sylvie asked softly.

"Yes. ”

Silvie turned, and as if plucking up courage, she walked up to Orser and sat down.

"Golems are the perfect cannon fodder to fight the Burning Legion, and the Coalition needs them. ”