Shadow Forest.

Thirteenth day of Orser's departure from Azeroth, night.

The forest, purified by Other, is rejuvenated, with flowers blooming and trees waving their branches to welcome Other.

Osser slowly walked up to a large ancient tree, touched its bark, and established communication.

"Hello, Elf, thank you for helping us come back to life, my name is Slanhill. A low, old voice.

After hearing the voice of the ancient tree, Other sat down on the ground, the semi-demonization had been lifted, and the evil aura on his body still could not dissipate immediately, but the ancient tree and the surrounding vegetation did not seem to mind.

Eragon slowly spat out Cinderella's mouth, and then floated silently beside Orsher.

Orsher used Nornilla to break the arcane barrier just in time when the Abyss Lord blew himself up, and Eragon also managed to block most of the damage with his lightning shield.

Splatters of demonic magic and the blood of the Abyss Lord corroded everything around them, flattening the entire surface of Crescent City and its surroundings, leaving large holes in their wake.

If Sylvie was on the side of the Burning Legion, Orsher would have to compliment her. Because this is the best way in a desperate situation, and those Abyss Lords under normal circumstances are all arrogant and complacent, believing that they are undefeatable, and have never considered the option of self-detonation to maximize the benefits of the Burning Legion.

Despite Nornilla's arcane barrier, Ulthur's body was still attacked by evil magic, and the scarlet pattern absorbed some of the evil energy, and the rest poured into Ulther's body, and it would take him some time to purify it of these foreign powers.

In contrast, Iragon didn't suffer much damage, but the glittering highlights on his body were much dimmer, and the speed of the current flow was also reduced a little.

Cinderella still hasn't woken up, and Oter unleashes a healing touch on Cinderella, only to find that Cinderella shows no signs of waking up.

Healing Touch is already a relatively high-end spell for the druid, and when the spell is released, the target will gain a large amount of life energy to heal the injury and bring the target back to life.

But Cinderella didn't get any better, and her body seemed to be confined by something that couldn't heal instantly.

Othur had no choice but to use Rejuvenation and Life Bloom to slowly restore Cinderella's wounds.

But time was a little too long, and Oter even began to wonder if someone was secretly hindering Cinderella's recovery.

After some examination, Cinderella's body did not have any spell marks, perhaps it was just that Cinderella's body was too weak to accept such a powerful healing effect.

"Elf...... Need any help?" the ancient tree stretched out a branch and gently moved to Other's side, as if to soothe Other.

"Will you be able to revive her?" Orser had to put his hope in the ancient tree.

"Do the best I can. ”

The ancient tree's answer was succinct, and it immediately stretched out its branches to inject life energy into Cinderella.

The green life energy swirled around Cinderella's body, but it didn't enter her body, and the branches trembled slightly, and at the end they were bounced back by a burst of white light.

"El ......" the ancient tree's branches retracted, and his voice became a little solemn, "El has spread his power into the body of this knight of light, and he wants to ...... God descended. ”

"What's going on lately? This doesn't bode well, if Al is out, then Al in the South will do something too, let alone Rodney's Eyre. ”

"The most important thing is that she may also show up. The self-proclaimed Slanhill Ancient Tree said slowly, "I felt her scent before this. ”

"But why were you able to infuse life energy into her, elf, I'm curious. ”

"It doesn't matter, I'll leave as soon as she recovers. Other gestured to Cinderella, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"I know it's none of your business," Slanhill said slowly, "I know you're from another world, and the abilities I've inherited from my ontology can still play a role. ”

"In return for awakening me, I am willing to send you back to your world. Slanhill's voice was deep and sincere.

"Do you know space spells?" Othur was a little surprised, he couldn't feel any arcane energy from the ancient tree.

"Hmm...... I can't do it, but my body can send you back," Sranhill was a little embarrassed, "It's in the dragon-guarded Heimdik, also known as Slanhill. ”

"How far. Other asked.

With an uncertain timing of Mikael's return, and Cinderella not yet awake, he can't guarantee that he will be able to return to Azeroth anytime soon. Far away in Azeroth, Malfurion's search for a mage to create a portal is unclear.

There are not too many methods, and if there is a better option, Orser will definitely implement it without hesitation. If you can add a few more layers of insurance, it is not impossible.

Slanhill held out a branch and pointed to the sky.

"Heimdik is in the sky, not very far, and at its speed, it will take about five hours to get there. The branch turned and pointed to Eragon.

"Is there anything to be aware of?" asked Othur, not wanting to come up to the door for no apparent reason and be denied.

"There's nothing to pay attention to," Sranhill's branch swayed from side to side like a head shaking its head, "I've spoken to Sranhill of Heimdick, and the dragons and dryads there will allow you through." ”

"And I advise you, get out of here now. Slanhill said.

"Slanhill of Heimdik told me...... The world is about to be reset, and the El will fight for the right to create life, and the whole world will be thrown into chaos. ”

"They will never show mercy, just like 5,000 years ago, the six relatives do not recognize. ”

Other nodded, "It does sound like a family dispute. ”

"You need to hurry up, the elves of the other world, the origin of this world is in Heimdik, where Sranhill is located, and the battlefield of the Els is in Heimdik, maybe they will fight on the surface. ”

"Slanhill needs to be able to send you back to your original world as soon as possible, and if El is allowed to extract your power, the world will be plunged into a war that will wipe out countless living beings. ”

"My power? I'm sorry, they can't take it. ”

Orser shrugged his shoulders and lifted Cinderella up in one hand and sat down on top of Iragon.

Eragon turned into a bolt of thunder and burst into the sky.

“...... At that speed, maybe an hour is enough, right?" Slanhill scratched his tree hole with his branch.

"The power of the abyss...... Does the abyss come from that elven world?"