Little Ragnaros is held in the hand by Osser to prevent the temperature on the little guy's body from affecting Lawrence.

Ulter himself is fine, the Demon Hunter's resistance to the elements is staggering, not to mention that Ulter himself has evil powers, which are more violent than the power of the elements.

"Night Elves, what's your name, maybe you'll be willing to be my subordinate and let us cleanse the world with fire!" said little Ragnaros in a deep voice, looking at Other expectantly.

As part of the Lord of Flames, it is certainly necessary for little Ragnaros to learn to be like Ragnaros and try to set the whole world on fire with fire.

"Othur, Fury," Orser said, "whatever you do, first we have to get back to Azeroth. ”

"Azeroth?" asked Ragnarus Jr., "aren't we in Tanaris now?"

"No, this is a world called Rodney, this place is called Shiva, and we need to find an archmage who is proficient in teleportation spells. Other replied.

Little Ragnaros was silent for a moment, then pointed Safras in his hand to the sky.

"Come! Portal to the Land of Fire!"

A blast of flames rose into the sky, turning Rodney's blood-red sky even redder.

However, after the flames erupted, nothing happened.

Little Ragnaros scratched his head in embarrassment: "What's going on?"

Mikael, who didn't know why, just sighed.

The abyss had completely affected their spirits, and they had even begun to imagine a world that did not exist.

Perhaps this was a good thing for the ancient elves, who might have ended his life madly without the belief that sustained him.

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

The junction of Rodney, Khiva and Nila. The eighth day of Othur's departure from Azeroth.

Lawrence has been flying without food or drink for two days.

"I need to rest and prepare, I don't want to be torn to shreds by Nila's Demon Lord. ”

Lawrence waited until all the people on his back came down, turned into a human form, and summoned a number of crow demons, smearing something on himself.

The border between Khiva and Nila resembles a sandy beach, and it seems that the topography of Rodney is clearly differentiated, and without this water, it would be a cliff that is unfathomable.

Here, the color of the sky begins to change. The original blood-red sky became blue, and the junction in the middle turned purple and black, and the two sides seemed to be opposites, making it difficult for people to adapt.

The sea was calm, the waves gently hit the sand, and the white foam piled up and washed up on the sand. In contrast, Nila is more alive than Khiva. The yellow sand of Khiva is just dull, while the water of Nila brings the breath of life.

It doesn't look like what Lawrence says it is.

Minion Clint was lying on Sylvie's head, observing Ragnaros, who felt the gaze and moved his head over to look at Minion Clin.

“ha，hello。 Clint held out his hand and said hello.

Little Ragnaros was lifted up to Orsher's hand, and he looked up at Orsher, took Safras and patted Orsher's hand gently. Orser lowered his head and met little Ragnaros (at least that was the case).

"Night Elf, does it want to be my minion?" asked little Ragnaros, the flames of his body trembling with excitement.

"Maybe. Orser said flatly.

Little Ragnaros had secretly planned to talk to the Minions when night fell. The first step in purifying this world is to begin with the enslavement of servants.

But it doesn't seem to have thought about language barriers.

Sylvie lifted the Minion Clint on her head to prevent it from falling down in greeting.

Flicking the dust that didn't exist on his body, he combed his dress, pressed his hand to the middle part to prevent it from going light, and just sat on the sand, holding his chin, looking at the sea of Nila, not knowing what he was thinking.

The king was placed closer to the sea by Sylvie, where he sat cross-legged, and the black sword was within reach, so that he could fight at any time.

The Knight-in-Chief of the Light, Mikael, carried the hammer behind him and sat down opposite Othur.

Little Ragnaros was used as a stove, sitting between Mikael and Orsher, waving Safras in his hand, trying to make heat.

"I'm just adapting to the world, mortal, and you should be honored. Little Ragnaros struggled to explain.

"I know. Osser said.

Mikael ate another bowl of Yangchun noodles handed by Osser.

According to Osser, this delicious food comes from the careful cooking of the panda people, and everyone in Pandalia can enjoy this delicacy. Mikael was envious of this.

In fact, what makes Mikael even more envious is the red crystal on Orsher's body, which can preserve anything, and even guarantees that it will not expire. It is even more powerful than the space ring studied by the mages of Torrent City.

If this technique is applied to every Knight of Light, it will definitely be able to greatly reduce casualties when performing missions.

But Mikael quickly abandoned the idea. Orser doesn't have many red crystals on him, and it seems like he's paying a lot of attention to them.

"Elder, where did you get your red crystal?" asked Mikael, seemingly unintentionally.

"If you want, when I get back, I can ask my people to make some for you, I won't make them. Osser said.

Where are you going back?

Mikael smiled wryly. It looks like this magical technique has been lost, and the red crystal on Orsher's body is supposed to be the legacy of some kind of elf.

Coveting someone else's legacy is not something a Knight of Light should do.

Mikael looked at Sylvie in a daze, and his face was much softened compared to the scene of the first battle.

The condition of the mourners was stable, without any desire to destroy or any evil aura coming out. It's like an ordinary girl next door, very similar to the saint who has been annihilated, maybe the saint's soul is still ......

Mikael quickly threw away this unreliable idea. Turning her head away from Sylvie.

"What is that stupid big guy looking at me for?" Sylvie muttered quietly.

The wind and yellow sand blowing from Khiva pushed the waters of Nira, bringing life to the land of Rodney.

"Let's rest here for the night. Lawrence clapped his hands and drove aside the summoned little black crow demon.

"We'll set off tomorrow, and I don't know when it's tomorrow, so let's rest until I'm refreshed. ”

Lawrence looked very sleepy, and he lay on the ground, transforming into a massive Death Raven Demon form, summoning more Black Raven Demons, causing them to gather around his ankles.

Unity is strength, and the crow demons grabbed the feathers on Lawrence's feet and slowly took off, hanging Lawrence's entire body upside down.

It's like a bat.

Lawrence closed his eyes and looked like he was flying from Shiva to Nila, which was a huge drain on his stamina.

"Remember your promise, Othur. Lawrence said.

"I remember. ”