Evant clutched his chest, the magic of his fingertips inhibiting the wound from expanding, channeling blood back into his veins.

It's Nornera. Evant smiled wryly.

Nornilla's arcane magic tore at a large chunk of her own flesh, and the energy she left behind not only could not be dispelled, but exploded from time to time, forcing Evant to concentrate on healing herself.

The Night Elf named Other was terrifying, and the thirty-six Dreadlords didn't defeat him completely, all they could do was banish him to this world. Although this has a lot to do with the fact that the Dreadlord is not good at fighting.

Originally, it was thought that by taking the opponent's captain away, the Illidares would quickly lose their ability to fight, and Evant and the others could further annihilate the entire team of Illidares.

As a result, the demon hunters learned the berserk skills of warriors, wielding their blades and smashing the ranks of the Legion to pieces.

However, this is not in the way, and the Dreadlords appreciate the dying throes of the defeated soldiers. Illidare, without Orser leading the team, could not defeat the captains of the thirty-six Burning Legion.

The Dreadlords are not good at fighting, they are cunning and dangerous, and they like to use stratagems to put their enemies in the shadow of defeat. They have a multitude of demons under their command, and they will command these demons to charge into battle, and they themselves will sneak up on them with cunning spells.

Orsher's surprise attack did catch the Dreadlord by surprise, and two of the Demon Guardians were even killed on the spot. But this did not affect the victory of this battle.

Just as most of the Dreadlords were complacent, playing with Illidare in front of them, one of the Dreadlords issued an early warning.

But it was too late, dozens of ice spears pierced his body, and the Dreadlord fell to his knees in agony, several layers of lilac arcane cages attached to his body.

The human mages who created this masterpiece did not slack off, and they continued to bless the Dreadlord with arcane magic. They knew full well that when these Dreadlords were killed in Azeroth, their souls would return to the Warped Void, and that they would return when the next time was right.

Against this almost infinite resurrection of enemies, the Anti-Demon Alliance believes that capturing is more effective than killing.

Fifteen more Dreadlords had their souls imprisoned by the orc warlocks who flanked them. They let out a cry of pain in the soul stone, and the evil magic that had been inflicted on the warriors of Azeroth was all returned by fifteen-ten.

Pain, Corrosion, Seed of Life......

The remaining Dreadlord was pinned to the ground by the warriors, and the batwings on its back were violently torn apart, leaving its body, bursting with bright red blood, and then blocked by shackles made of special materials.

There was also a Dreadlord who was pressed to the ground and fattened by five quail-like druids, and the heavyweight quails sat on the Dreadlord's body with their butts, and constantly applied the Moonfire and Yang Flame spells.

Then they suddenly dispersed, and before the Dreadlord could open his eyes, he was knocked unconscious by a meteor.

Then the anti-demon coalition forces that took control of the scene found Evant with a dazed face.

Evant is not stupid, he must flee in the face of the natives of Azeroth who are eyeing him and the frustration of his allies.

But there are no extra teleportation scrolls on his body, and those wolf-like mages will definitely block this space as soon as possible to prevent their own fish from leaving here.

So Evante discovered the portal that had not yet had time to close, and inside was a deep dark universe.

Avant hesitated for a moment, faced with a quail approaching step by step, and thought about the miserable appearance of the Dreadlord who was beaten by the quail, and he resolutely jumped into the portal.

The anti-demon coalition did not regret it, because jumping into the portal of the dark universe was equivalent to giving up their own lives, and they didn't bother to chase after Evante, turned around and began to count Illidare's damage.

"Othur, where has the fury gone?" a human paladin scratched the top of his bare head.

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

Evant descended on the Elgu Tree, where he felt the power of the druids. At first, he thought he had teleported to Darnassus, but when he calmed down, he blessed himself with an invisibility spell.

He soon discovers that this is a wonderful world that has not been discovered by the Legion.

Lives, countless lives, Evant was somewhat ecstatic. He decided to use the power of this world to destroy this world, so that when he was able to return to the Burning Legion, then it would be a great achievement. Even more than Malganis, who bewitched Alsace.

It took him two days to prepare to invade and bewitch the Great Elder named Landry, but the damage caused by the portal through the Dark Universe was too great, and he needed to recover well.

So he uses a small amount of evil magic to explore the land called El in an attempt to control the city's inhabitants.

It takes a long time, about a month or so.

But today, he saw the Night Elf who had slain the Burning Legion to the point of losing his armor.

Oter Fury.

He carefully hid himself and crouched around the palace, taking most of the evil magic back into his body.

Then he was found by the blind elf, and a stormy attack made him use up a part of his life-saving magic props.

Although he escaped in time, the blood on his body was solidified by Nornilla, and the Night Elf would come to the door sooner or later.

It's really a headache, the weapon that was originally a friendly doomsday guard has been in the hands of the enemy, and it has exerted a power no less than that of the original owner. Nornera devours magic, elementals, and even evil powers. Track down any creature that leaves a trail of blood on its blades. It became the most powerful weapon for demon hunters to hunt demons, even on a par with Aesinos of Illidan.

But not to sit still, Avant needs more allies.

He dug another big hole in this dragon's lair, and summoned countless small demons to guard in it, while he regained his strength and ambushed in the rock wall.

and the crucial step of sending a message to the Twisted Void.

The original owner of this lair was a giant dragon, but it didn't seem to be as powerful as the dragon of Azeroth, the bronze dragon's strange time ability, the black dragon's powerful body, the red dragon's tenacious vitality, and the blue dragon's magical power.

But its scales shone with a more dazzling gold than the bronze dragon, and its eyes seemed to have thunder in it, and every time it stretched its body, it would emit the sound of "beep" and "beep".

But it's still so weak, this world, a weak world.

Evante licked his lips.