"Hello, respected heroes of jihad. ”

Cinderella put on a polite smile, and her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, smart and refreshing.

"Hello. "Orser didn't bother to explain who he was.

Sylvie looked at Cinderella with some curiosity, the female knight had never looked at her all the time.

"Welcome back, the experience in the wilderness must be unpleasant. Cinderella looked at the black cloth on Orsher's face, "First of all, I wish you a good time at a banquet like this, after all, ......"

"To the point," Other interrupted Cinderella, "you remind me of Malfurion, who also likes to talk a lot of inconsequential nonsense. ”

"I'm sorry," Cinderella nodded slightly, "My Mentor, a human, who also survived the Holy War, was blessed by the El Goddess and gained a long lifespan. ”

Cinderella pointed to her head with her iron-clad fingers and said softly, "He can heal the abyssal whispers in your mind." ”

"The reverberations that have haunted you for thousands of years will be gone forever. ”

Then she stepped back, looking expectantly, waiting for Othur's reaction.

Regrettably, Otser's face was expressionless, and the atmosphere became somewhat silent for a moment.

Sylvie burst out laughing from the sidelines, and found that the situation was not as she had imagined it to be, and Cinderella was a little embarrassed.

"Don't you want to...... Is it a whisper from the abyss? It's a voice from the outside world, not in this world, but still ringing in your ears. Cinderella explained.

"I still need the owner of this voice to get me back. Osser then realized that Cinderella might be talking about Malfurion.

Cinderella was silent for a moment.

The elven hero from ancient times seemed to be somewhat immersed in the grief of the past, and the voice of the abyss had made him delirious, making him sickly yearn to return to the battlefield of that time.

He is different from his mentor, who is only on the edge of the battlefield and has not been hurt by the abyss, so he remains sane and is able to self-regulate the echoes in his mind.

This ancient elf seems to be the one fighting in the center, powerful and confused.

This kind of hero is even more worthy of saving.

Cinderella made up her mind.

"Elven elder, my mentor would like to meet you, and if he can, my mentor will rush here as soon as possible from Saint Lando. ”

Sylvie tilted her head, her fingertips drawing circles in the air, "What are you doing with Other?"

Only then did Cinderella notice the gorgeously dressed beautiful girl, and she couldn't see Sylvie's face clearly for a while.

She fixed her mind and said: "The mentor is a bishop of the Holy See of St. Lando, he is also a human who survived the ancient holy war, and he retains most of his sanity, but the lack of memory keeps him awake all day, he said that it is a very crucial fragment, without this fragment, his life will not rest in peace." ”

"He wants to learn about the past through you. ”

"Sorry, he doesn't know. Sylvie replied first, poking Osser's head in the way, causing the latter's displeasure.

"Is it inexplicable nonsense, or does it have a strong desire to slay demons?" asked Cinderella, "It doesn't matter, the Mentor has a way to solve it." ”

"No, no, no, you don't know what it's like to be a survivor of jihad. ”

Sylvie waved her hand and looked at Cinderella with sympathetic eyes.

Osser, on the other hand, was expressionless.

The scene fell silent again.

Landry, who was in the distance, seemed to notice something strange here, and hurriedly sent a drunk orc and hurried here.

"Ha, Knight Cinderella, would you like to have a drink?" Landry said to Cinderella.

"No, I have business to do. Cinderella didn't give face at all.

Sylvie secretly elbowed Other: "The Holy Light Knight has a tendon in her head, you should pretend to promise her before running away." ”

"Good. ”

No, I'm just kidding. Sylvie looked at Osser, who had already stood up, and already knew that it was too late to redeem himself at this time.

"Paladin, I'll be waiting here for your mentor, not for too long. Oter said to Cinderella.

"What made you change your mind? Cinderella was a little delighted to receive an affirmative reply from Orsher.

Oter looked at Sylvie quizzically.

Why would she still ask why?

Sylvie hurriedly stood up and looked at Cinderella with some embarrassment: "Osser, he has limited time to be awake, too many questions are not conducive to his sanity, and the other questions will wait until your mentor arrives." ”

Cinderella nodded, but looked at Sylvie suspiciously.

"Ma'am, are you ......" Cinderella suddenly felt that the girl in front of her was a little familiar.

"Of course you'll be familiar with it. Sylvia smiled and blew lightly on Landry and Cinderella.

Grand Elder Landry's eyes suddenly drifted, and he smiled silly, and towards the center of the square, he joined the group dance of the forest elf girls in a cheer.

Young and handsome, he took off his hood and showed his posture wantonly in the sea of people, jumping out of a posture that many open elf girls did not dare to try, which ignited the scene of the banquet, and countless elves also poured into the square, blooming their own dance.

And Cinderella's eyes seemed a little misty, one moment sober, the other fugue. She was different from Landry in that she just stood there motionless.

"Strip your clothes and sit down with me. Sylvie gestured to the empty seat beside her.

As if a transparent thread controlled the knight of light, Cinderella seemed to struggle, her pale cheeks flushed, and her hand involuntarily reached for her belt, trying to untie it.

"Enough. Orser said softly, "Don't attract people's attention. ”

Ather's voice was like a bell to Cinderella, waking up the knightess, who couldn't control herself. Cinderella finally regained control of her body, and she was half-kneeling, gasping for air, and looked up at Sylvie in disbelief.

"Undertaker......

Sylvie gave Cinderella a cold look, then turned to look at Orsher with a smile.

"Night Elves, how did you break my contact with her? I'm getting more and more curious about your powers. Sylvie's little face bloomed like a flower, and her big sapphire eyes sent countless waves towards Othur.

Otser's expression was flat and he didn't speak.

"Hero, get out of her, she's ......" Cinderella didn't speak yet, her throat seemed to be clamped by a steel hand, and she couldn't make a sound.

"A monster, isn't it?" Sylvie looked at Cinderella coldly, "It's annoying, I'm obviously a pure beautiful girl, but I'm much better than a knight of light like you who likes to play tricks." ”

"Warlock, what are you going to do. Othur questioned Sylvie, knowing that the puppeteer did not like violence, preferring instead to be the one being bullied.

Sylvie gestured to the seven approaching black-robed men in the distance, who had already crossed the plaza and were only fifty meters away from Othur.

She looked at Cinderella's expression as she struggled. Cinderella's face was full of pain and anger.

"It looks like it has nothing to do with you. Sylvie untied Cinderella, and she stepped off her gorgeous gown, which was not a girl's spring light, but a gray tight-fitting robe.

"Aren't you hot?" asked Otser.

"I'm beginning to believe that you can see even when you're clothed. Sylvie replied.

However, a glittering green dragon's tooth dagger had already stabbed at Othur, and the owner of the dagger was wearing a steel mask, and a terrifying gaze was revealed through the two small holes in the mask.