Ten minutes later.

"Well, go and open a demonic portal for Lord Other. Durand woke up Sylvie who had fainted.

Sylvie looked up tremblingly, even though Other in front of her had no eyes, she still felt that there was a gaze focused on her, like a sharp blade cutting through itself layer by layer, and there was no place to hide.

"Sorry...... Lord Other, I'm just a low-level warlock, and I can't open a portal that will allow you to Rodney. ”

Sylvie's feet trembled, and she could almost see herself being torn to shreds by an enraged demon.

"It's okay, I just want you to open the portal and catch a demon," Other said, "I'm going to use it to go back to my original world, thank you in advance, little warlock." ”

Othur did not lose the good upbringing of the Night Elves, and even after becoming a demon hunter, Other was still humble and polite. His fury was directed only at the demons of the Burning Legion, not at other innocent creatures.

Osser's words calmed Sylvie a little, and she chanted a spell softly, her hands drawing strange patterns on the dirt, infusing them with a faint amount of magic.

The patterns suddenly glowed green, and magical energy gathered around them, and the stars flew and jumped around like fireflies, and soft whispers began to come from within the patterns.

After a minute, the ground began to tremble slightly, a green light enveloped the place where the pattern was, and the shadow of a butterfly appeared within the pillar of light.

The light gradually dissipated, and Sylvie on the side was a little shaky, and Oter gently supported Sylvie with the back of his hand in time, tilting his head to look at the appearance of the butterfly......

"The human face butterfly, that is, the human head has two butterfly wings, it is so disgusting, I want to throw up. Durand frowned, covering his mouth and retching.

The summoned demon was indeed just as Durand had said, with two thin butterfly wings stuck in a baby's head, and the colorful colors seemed to have hundreds of pairs of eyes, which were fluttering and flapping.

However, in the sight of Otser's soul, he did not feel the power of the demon.

It was strange that Usher could clearly feel the evil energy in Sylvie's body, so he was able to confirm that Sylvie was a warlock, but the creature that Sylvie had painstakingly summoned was not a demon of the Burning Legion, but just a curious-looking creature, and it didn't even have the slightest evil energy on its body.

And Sylvie leaned weakly on the back of Other's hand, her limbs were weak, and a demon portal consumed most of her mana, but she couldn't be blamed for this, the skill of demon summoning was generally only fully mastered by elite-level warlocks, and low-level warlocks like her were usually happy when they rubbed shadow arrows or something.

The back of the demon's hand...... It's cold.

Sylvie looked up at Othur again, and in her collapsed state, Sylvie didn't even have the strength to raise the fear of this emotion.

"It's not a demon, Warlock, you may have drawn the wrong circle. Orser said earnestly.

"Impossible!" a weakened Sylvie jumped to her feet, annoyed by Other's questioning, "Look!

The human-faced butterfly Hula Hula, who was pointed at by Sylvie, sped up the frequency of flapping its wings, as if agreeing with Sylvie's statement.

Othur gently pressed Sylvie's head, which made Sylvie react, and the guy in front of him was a demon lord who was afraid of even the death knight next to him.

She was suddenly silent, not daring to speak.

Thinking wasn't Orsher's forte, and he couldn't understand why the Warlock couldn't summon the demon through the Demon Portal, and he could only assume that the summoning was just a minor accident.

"I need a guide. Orser looked at Durand, "I'm going to find a mage who is strong enough to send me back." ”

"My pleasure. Durand bent slightly.

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

Othur still hadn't reverted to his elven form to lead Sylvie forward without hurting her, and Duland's aura of death was too strong to guarantee that the girl would faint again when she woke up.

So the bewildered girl lay on the back of a white chocobo, its warm feathers wrapped around the girl's body, and her pale yellow eyes followed Osher in front of her, and her steps were steady, not affecting Sylvie's rest.

"So you're not a demon from Rodney, but a demon from Azeroth?" Durand asked, "Your world has been invaded by the Burning Legion, and you have been banished here by a demon called the Dreadlord?"

"Yes, I must rush back to help my Illidare as soon as possible, my brother's body is still in the Night Fortress, and if it is not recaptured in time, Sargeras will take possession of my brother's body and descend on Azeroth. ”

Osser wisely acquiesced to the identity of the demon, after all, if he wanted to explain his race, there were no three days and three nights that could not be explained, and Osser did not want to waste time in such an inconsequential place.

"Tsk, it's hard to imagine that the undead and the paladins, the demons and the druids, they could be on the same side against a common enemy. Durand sighed, "I really envy the death knights there who can fight and die with everyone without being excluded, and if I can, I really want to go to your place to have a look." ”

Durand was a general in the Southern World during his lifetime, not a good man, with a pathological thirst for killing and torture.

He lost his life in the battle between the Shadow Forest and the Saint Lando Empire, and his soul was stuffed into the body of a carefully crafted Death Knight by a lich, which catapulted him from elite to epic.

The lich was caught off guard by the Knight of Light not long ago, and before he could summon his undead minions, the lifebox was burned to ashes by the Light, and Durand was freed.

But he couldn't return to the southern world, which was no less repulsive to the undead than the saint Lando, so he had to wander the Shadow Forest to hunt for souls.

"Welcome, the Anti-Demon Coalition needs an extraterrestrial undead like you. Osser said.

"But Lord Othur, it's not realistic for you to seek the help of a mage in our world. "In Azeroth, everyone hates the Burning Legion, but in ours, everyone hates demons. ”

At the moment when Durand's words fell, the horns on Orser's head shrank violently until they disappeared, the swollen lines of evil energy on his body gradually faded, his tall body slowly shrunk, his unusually thick muscles became about the size of ordinary people, his hideous face became soft and handsome, the bare upper body reflected his current wild aura, and the feet of the deer's hooves disappeared, replaced by a pair of slender legs.

Osser's power is not the same as Illidan, who was semi-demonized because he devoured Gul'dan's skull, while Osser's power comes directly from Sargeras.

Under normal conditions, Othur is no different from the Night Elves, but his demonic form is similar to that of Illidan.

"Maybe they'll try to help the elves. ”