"If you want to go there, you have to show your worth," Orser shook his head, "there is nothing that can be obtained without paying, your ideas are too selfish." ”

Silvie was silent, grabbing a handful of gravel from the ground and throwing it into Nila's ocean. Then he hugged his knees and buried half of his head in it, revealing a pair of blue melancholy eyes, looking at Osser.

Orser was unmoved.

"I'm not blind, but you're just disgusting to me, and all cowardly creatures don't deserve to be in Azeroth. Orser said with a blank face.

Sylvie thought for a moment, stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, revealing her snow-white dazzling slender legs, tilted her head, and her delicate little face was full of anticipation.

"The hard anti-demon coalition may need to vent? In the days of fighting demons all day, you always need some spices of life, right? If you need it, it doesn't matter if this body is given to you, you can do whatever you want, you can do it without worrying about my feelings. ”

Before Orser could answer, a warhammer filled with the power of the Holy Light smashed into Sylvie's feet, and the Holy Light energy that almost overflowed inside seemed to explode.

"If you want to bewitch the elders, I advise you not to use such disgusting statements. Mikael's warning sounded, and the warhammer at Sylvie's feet responded to Mikael's call and slowly flew back into his hands.

Mikael had already stood up, and the formidable platinum armor was worn on the body of the three-meter giant, and the intimidation was self-evident.

He had woken up a minute earlier, and while eavesdropping wasn't something the Knight of Light was supposed to do, it wasn't a big deal with the undertaker.

As a result, he also heard most of what Osher and Sylvie were talking about, and he felt a deep respect and sympathy for the ancient elf.

The cursed whispers of the Abyssal Demon affected his spirit, making him still think he was still fighting the ancient demons, and the image of bravery and strength had been etched into Mikael's mind.

It was his duty to protect the elven elder from the bewitchment of the mourners, and it was also his duty and the guidance of the Light.

"The elder's mental state is not good, I won't let you take advantage of it. Mikael walked up to Sylvie and looked at her condescendingly, "And the elder can't see your head-scratching, undertaker." ”

"I'm in good spirits. Oser objected.

"Yes, Elder, you have been in good spirits. Mikael hurriedly agreed.

Sylvie lowered her skirt slightly, and looked up at the giant-like knight of light, the fire elemental condensing in her hands. A fireball was converging in her hand, and the power of the destructive aura made Mikael take a step back.

Mikael also slowly poured the light into the Warhammer, ready to fight the undertaker to the death.

However, Sylvie's hand suddenly pinched, and the condensed destructive power in her hand came to an abrupt halt and disappeared without a trace.

"Seeing this Night Elf, he's ready to beat us all down. Sylvie gestured to Othur, who was unmoved.

Mikael was slightly stunned, remembering what the ancient elves had asked of him, and slowly put the warhammer down, but the doubts on his face grew thicker and thicker.

It seems that the personality of the undertaker is very different from the last time. If the Undertaker had maintained the last behavior thought pattern, it would have unleashed a massive destructive spell.

Orser was a little surprised, he might have to reassess Sylvie's power. Such a keen sense of perception is not something that a weak chicken can possess, and even the Dreadlord may not be able to detect the abnormalities in Other's body.

At the moment when Sylvie gathered his strength, Orshur's body had already begun to circulate arcane energy, and the arcane hidden under the scarlet demon pattern was concealed and swift, and it was good to give the enemy a surprise attack. Othur used it to shadow many careless Burning Legionnaires.

As a result, Sylvie noticed Othur's actions, gave up the attack, and swept away the power in his hand, and Ether slowly returned the circulating arcane energy to its original place.

Just as the three of them were silent, a loud bang diverted their attention.

The little crow demon summoned by Lawrence in the distance finally lost his strength and could not keep Lawrence asleep in the air, so he threw Lawrence down and scattered. Lawrence's massive body sank into the sand of Khiva.

Lawrence rolled over in dismay, shook the grit off his body, spread his wings, and scratched his torso with his foot, only to see the two of them who were tense and the other Osser who stood aside and didn't know what he was doing.

"Huhu, it's a really good idea to customize the alarm clock according to the crow's physical strength, but it's a little dizzy when you wake up. Lawrence said in a daze.

"Maybe it's time to go, my friends, except for the mourners. When Lawrence came to his senses, he slowly leaned down and motioned for everyone to come up.

Sylvie took the lead, picked up the sleeping Minions, controlled the king to hug herself, and jumped on Lawrence's back.

"The Knight of Light," Osher said to Mikael, "I'm sorry I arrested you on a whim for personal reasons, and now you can leave." ”

Mikael was silent, he wasn't sure where the ancient elven hero was going, but the undertaker seemed to be trying to trick him, and no matter what the undertaker's purpose was, Mikael couldn't let it go.

"Elder, if I can, can I go with you in search of your homeland?" said Mikael respectfully.

"If you're willing to be a druid. Orser said flatly.

"But human ......" Mikael was stuck in his words, and after a long time, he held back his words, "I understand, elder, please let me go with you." ”

"You will feel the power of nature, the life energy in you is very strong, and you will be a good druid. Orser looked a little amused, picked up little Ragnaros and the red crystal he had thrown at him, and walked slowly towards Lawrence, while Mikael followed closely behind, looking at Sylvie with a wary expression.

Even though the undertaker's personality seems to be much better, this is definitely not a reason for Mikael to take it lightly.

Orser extracted a trace of fire from the red crystal and shared it with little Ragnaros.

Decadent, it was immediately rejuvenated.

"Night Elves, let these druids stay away!" Ragnaros Jr. pointed at Mikael, and then at Sylvie.

"I am an evil warlock, little one. Sylvie reminded, and Mikael nodded.

If Cenarius were still alive, he would probably be glad that one of his most uncompetitive students had become a mentor?

It's been a long time since Orsher has used a druid's spell, most recently in Crescent City.

Instead of using the Demon Hunter's blade to shred demons apart from the druid's spells, Nornera thirsted for the demon's blood at all times.