The sky was still divided between blood red and blue, and it was impossible to distinguish the moment.

Mikael sat straight on the floor and fell asleep, but he was still alert and able to get up at any moment to deal a fatal blow to the undertaker who tried to sneak up on him.

Lawrence also hung on his little crow demons, and the sound of their wings fluttering was negligible, and it did not affect the rest of the people around them.

The king still held his post, his empty eyes and dry face, like a dead walking corpse.

Little Ragnaros also stopped the noise, his whole body drooping, and his eyes stared blankly at the ground.

In Rodney, it cannot replenish the fire elemental anytime and anywhere, and can only be found in the air to maintain its form.

Because of the weakening of little Ragnaros, the temperature around him makes the banana puree feel comfortable, and the Minion Clint is sleeping next to little Ragnaros, saliva flowing onto little Ragnaros, and then vaporized by the hot form.

Sylvie placed her gray staff behind her, straightened her dress, lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked gently towards Other.

"What's the matter?"

Before Sylvie could get closer, Othur's head twitched slightly, signaling that he had discovered Sylvie's behavior.

"The ears of the blind are indeed very sharp. Sylvie commented.

"I'm not blind. ”

"It doesn't matter," Sylvia paused, fiddled with the hem of her skirt for a moment, and then lowered it, pointing at Mikael, "What did the Knight of Light tell you?"

"Didn't you hear it all? Warlock, why play stupid. Oter whispered.

"It's fun to be stupid. Sylvie glanced at Mikael.

Orser stroked Nornilla, slowly refining the fire elemental in it, and took out a red crystal, absorbing the fire elemental essence that overflowed from Nornilla.

Nornilla's ability to devour elementals and arcane magic makes it a natural nemesis for mages and shamans. The Doomsday Guard named Nornilla used this weapon to kill many of the warriors of Azeroth. Until it reached Orsher's hands.

In addition to this, Nornilai is also able to refine the absorbed elements and use them as energy sources in some aspects.

"What are you doing?" asked Sylvie curiously.

"The Venerable Lord of Flames needs to replenish the Fire Elemental Essence at all times," Orser said blandly, "If it doesn't have enough energy, it won't survive for a week." ”

"Is that the little one?" Sylvie pointed to little Ragnaros.

"Yes. ”

Holding her small chin and her other stranded with her gray hair, Sylvie reached out and poked Othur's chest, retracting before Orsher could take her hand away.

"Actually, you're a very gentle and lovely elf at heart, aren't you?"

Orser didn't answer, but concentrated on refining the fire element in Nornilla.

When Sylvi saw that Osher was unresponsive, she lay on the sand, her two delicate and lithe legs swinging up and down, her hands on her cheeks, as if Nila's sky-colored pupils were staring at Othur like magnets and pieces of iron.

Othur remained unmoved, even though he knew that Sylvie was watching him, it didn't make him stop what he was supposed to do.

In this way, a short period of time has passed.

Orser retrieved Nornilla from the crystal and threw the red crystal, filled with fire elemental, to the side of little Ragnaros.

"Won't you call it up?" asked Sylvie.

"When it comes to its senses, it will find out, and it will be refreshed then. Other replied.

Orser stood up, stretched his muscles, and let out a long breath as he faced the surface of Nila's sea, and Sylvie followed suit, stretching his already numb body by Othur's side, following his example.

The soul gaze opened, and Other looked at the color of the soul on Sylvie's body, a little confused.

Sylvie's body exuded a slight golden light, like golden fireflies gathered around her, working together to exude their own brightness and temperature.

Soul Sight is a unique talent of the Demon Hunter, and it is able to use color to tell Othur what race he is targeting. With it, Orser killed many demons disguised as Illidare, and eradicated the demons that Illidareli had infiltrated.

Gray, which means dead life, represents the undead.

Green, which means living creatures, represents the vast majority of living creatures in Azeroth.

Yellow, which means an alien soul, hosts a locked body, such as an alchemy puppet.

Red is the color Orser wants to see the most. It represents the demons of the Burning Legion. That's why Malfurion often joked about Osser, like a bull, and when he saw red, he wanted to break it. Osser was noncommittal, and such a frivolous topic did not lead to an argument between him and Malfurion.

As for gold, Othur had never seen it.

"The world is much more novel than I imagined. Orser said softly.

"It's nothing new, it's boring," Sylvie said she had swayed her arms from side to side, as if she was doing some warm-up exercise, "maybe when you get back to Azeroth, I'll have to go back to my old life." ”

"The original life?"

"Look around for things to do, or make trouble everywhere, to get people's attention. Sylvie clasped her fingers together and put them to the back of her head, "If you're willing to take me to Azeroth, I probably won't." ”

"You want to go to Azeroth?" asked Otser.

"yes, there's nothing here, just a bunch of fools grabbing something that looks great. Sylvie tilted her head.

"If you're willing to be a member of the Anti-Demon Alliance, I'm sure Azeroth will welcome you, but you're a little too weak. Other thought for a moment and said.

"Too weak?" Sylvie exclaimed, "I'm a high-ranking epic, and although this is my weakest state, I can't describe it as weak."

"Epic?" Orser shook his head, "Maybe the epic of your world can defeat a little imp, a little imp of more than ten figures, and you will have to die under their evil fireball." ”

"What about that stupid big one?" Sylvie pointed at Mikael.

"You might be able to take on one of the weakest Dreadguards. Orser said.

"What about you?"

"I'm much stronger than you think, Warlock. ”

Sylvie puffed out her cheeks and turned her head to look at Nila's ocean, no longer speaking to Othur.

Othur hesitated when he saw Sylvie's appearance.

After a while.

"If you really want to come to Azeroth to fight the Burning Legion, maybe you can be part of the logistics department, who don't have to be on the battlefield all the time. Orser said.

"I don't want to fight the Burning Legion, I just want to go to Azeroth. Sylvie lifted her eyelids.