Location, Rodney.

Time, Osher came to the fifth day of the Atlas.

Lawrence took on the form of a massive Death Raven Demon and flew across the blood-red sky, with Othur sitting on his back. The King stood behind Orsher, holding Sylvie in his hand, who was still asleep.

"Don't forget your promise, Othur. Lawrence said.

"Good. Orser replied, then turned to look at Sylvie who was sleeping soundly.

"Don't pretend, it's time to wake up, Warlock. Other held out a finger and flicked it at Sylvie's forehead.

Sylvie immediately became agitated, covered her red forehead with both hands, and glared at Orsher: "Night Elf, what do you want to do?"

"Why are you keeping up. Orsher's tone was flat.

Just as Oter was about to set off, the charred King strode the meteor with Sylvie and stepped onto Lawrence's body together. However, the king's manipulator, after getting safely on the bird, fell asleep again.

Sylvia suddenly gritted her teeth: "I shouldn't have gone up to try to save you when I was in Eyre, and now that I'm with you Rodney, how do I know how to go back?"

"There's a way now, undertaker, look ahead. Lawrence's voice came from below, and the massive demon lord stopped flying and stopped moving in the air, "How did these guys come from?"

Sylvie frowned, letting the king move a little closer to the edge and look down against the wind.

A holy portal stood in the sands of Khiva, and a group of knights in platinum armor lined up, led by a giant-like knight of the Holy Light, who seemed to be speaking. They even brought an earth dragon to store their baggage.

The mounts of the knights of the Holy Light, the horses with snow-white fur are full of energy. They seem to have just arrived.

"The reason I haven't slept all night," Lawrence flapped his wings slowly, "I've spotted these guys since last night." ”

"It's not easy for Rodney's demons to descend on the main plane, but if people from the main plane want to come to Rodney, it's much easier. Lawrence frowned and glanced at Sylvie, "These knights of light are supposed to be here for you, undertaker. ”

Sylvie pouted, "I know, I know, destroy their lovely saints' souls, and then lodge in the saints' bodies to do mischief, they are coming to punish me on behalf of the noble El Goddess." ”

"We can't go forward, Orsher," said Lawrence, "and the chief knight who leads the team is a legend, and he's going to knock me out of the air." ”

Lawrence thought for a moment and said, "Unless we throw the mourners down, we won't be able to get through where they are for the time being, and we will be violating the territory of other demon lords by taking a long detour, and we will waste more time." ”

"If you dare to throw me down, I'll make a hole in your head. Sylvie threatened, and the king's black greatsword was symbolically swung twice.

"If you can, you can totally come and try, Undertaker. Not to be outdone, Lawrence said, "Maybe your soul will escape, but I guarantee that the body you occupy now will be reduced to ashes." ”

"Come on, try it!" Sylvie shouted at Lawrence, raising her staff in her hand.

"You'll pay, Undertaker. Lawrence had a fierce expression, but Sylvie on his back couldn't be seen.

"Pay the price, what price, a hair?"

"Pain, hatred, the threat of death, these will make you feel hopeless!"

"Despair, are you desperate or am I desperate? I'm going to show you the true power of battlewarlocks!"

Orser on the side finally couldn't stand the argument between the two, he turned his head to look at Sylvie and asked, "Can you go down?" Warlock, I need to find Javier with Lawrence as soon as possible. ”

The king's arm suddenly loosened, and Sylvie didn't hold it firm for a moment, staggering and falling on Lawrence's back.

"Are you tactfully telling me to die?" Sylvie glared at Osser, "Are the Night Elves so unkind?

"I don't know your gender, Warlock, you just took possession of this child's body. Other touched his nose.

Sylvie looked a little annoyed, looked at the selfish Othur, and for a moment could not find a reason to stay, and leaned on the king's calf alone, pouting, tears flashing in her eyes, trying to make Other sympathize.

But immediately she saw the black cloth covering Othur's head, and Sylvie's face was full of pain.

"Can't go down, Othur and I have to hurry, Undertaker. Lawrence's tone was a little urgent, and there was schadenfreude. He was somewhat anxious to send Othur to the Red Flame Canyon in Norton, and then accept what Orser had promised.

"Go down, go down, but don't regret it later. Sylvie glared at Othur and instructed the king to pick her up.

The King, who was tall, several heads taller than Orshur, embraced the petite Sylvie like a human mother holding her baby.

Charred skin and a quaint black greatsword, somewhat torn armor, and a dark and old crown on the top of the head. Holding the pitiful Sylvie in her arms, she looks a bit like a defeated king who protects his daughter.

"It's pathetic. Lawrence said, "I hope you have a better tomorrow in St. Lando." ”

"You will have it too. ”

The expression on Sylvie's face vanished, replaced by a smiling face.

The gray staff slammed into the ground like an unpressed arrow, smashing into the sand.

A huge cloud of yellow sand rose from the ground, and even splashed Lawrence high in the air, and the grit dotted Lawrence's eyes, and did not let the demon leader be caught off guard.

"What are you doing, undertaker. Lawrence asked angrily.

"Go down," Sylvie chuckled, "I'm going down now." ”

Other looked at Sylvie with a blank expression.

The king beside Sylvie unleashed his sword sideways and slammed it into Lawrence's back like a racket, causing the wind pressure from the attack to make the hairs on Lawrence's back fly.

"Bang".

Lawrence snorted, as if his back had been hit by a meteorite, and the heat and pain swept through his body.

The huge Death Raven Demon lost its balance and staggered down, and Lawrence, who was drowning in pain, had no attention to change the outcome of the fall.

Quickly driving evil energy in the air, Othur spread his batwing and grabbed Lawrence's body, slowing the speed of his fall. lest Lawrence have a concussion and lie on the ground for a long time without getting up.

At some point, Sylvi had already circled behind Orsher, hugging Orsher's waist tightly to prevent herself from falling.

And the king has fallen into the sand, leaving a huge pit in the land of Khiva.