"So you're here?"

The green evil warrior Sylvie sprinted towards the ground, knocking Other into the air with a heavy punch, and after tumbling on the ground countless times, Ulthur was caught off guard before Orsher stopped in a large pit.

"Night Elves?!" little Ragnaros was stunned for a moment, it didn't expect Orser to be knocked away so easily.

Is Oter getting weaker, or is Sylvie getting stronger?

It's a combination of both, Osser is weak because he can't suppress the evil power of the rampage for the time being, and Sylvi is strong because he has mastered the full evil power.

Dust and smoke dispersed, and molten lava erupted in the distance, making it impossible to see Orsher's state at this moment.

"Tut-tut, I really didn't expect that I, who was pressed into the sand of Khiva and had no power to fight back, can I now punch you away?"

Sylvie spread her hands, looking innocent.

"Ahh

Slanhill controlled the vines to move slowly, alerting Sylvie's movements.

"The power of the abyss...... Is he really from the abyss...... You copied his abilities?" Slanhill was shocked.

"It's not copying...... Just rewhole my ...... of the abyss Uh, the understanding of evil powers. ”

Sylvie nodded heavily, as earnestly as if she were answering a teacher's question.

"Then you're going to solve this dark night now...... Elves?" asked Slanhill as he looked at Gwen, who was warming up in front of him, and thought for a moment.

"Almost, you get rid of the stupid big one, I'll get rid of the Night Elves, and then we'll play slowly. ”

"Good. ”

One of the El and the World Tree exchanged views with ease, and decided to take a temporary truce to settle the troubles they were about to face.

Gwen is strong, and Slanhill can feel it, and it's an opponent he thinks will take a little time to beat. If he were to join the battlefield, it would be a nuisance that should not be underestimated.

At the same time, Slanhill was glad that Sylvie had no intention of attacking it with Gwen.

But as for why he chose to kill Othur, Slanhill couldn't figure it out, but it didn't think it needed to.

The Al known as the Undertaker has such a strange personality.

However, at this moment, Gwen still has not recovered his strength, the first fire only gives Gwen external strength, and most of Gwen's real strength is hidden in the soul.

And we also know that Gwen has been wandering for thousands of years in the original furnace, and his soul has long been burned to the ground, and the time it takes for Gwen to regain the king's soul must be a long time.

Gwen held the black greatsword in one hand, pointed at the two eyes that emitted green light on Slanhill's body, and then casually cut off the vines that were about to move on the side, twisting his neck.

"Do you really have a way to get me back into my world?" asked Gwen as she turned to Slanhill.

"No, I don't even know where you live, how could I send you back to the original world. Slanhill staggered vines with each other and made a gesture of spreading his hands.

"I just think your strength is quite tempting, and as for the guy you used to carry on your shoulder, it's just a drop-by," Slanhill said slowly, "I don't have any strength at all, and if it weren't for the dragon's soul, I wouldn't bother to push it in." ”

"Understood. Gwen shrugged.

The black greatsword immediately collided with the blood-smelling vines, and even splattered sparks.

Gwen's expression was slightly moved, this vine was completely different from the previous one, it had extremely strong toughness and hardness, and even the black greatsword that was empowered by the first fire could not cut it off.

However, there were more and more such vines, and they sprung up from the ground like mushrooms after a rain, eyeing Gwen fiercely.

"I'm honored, this turned out to be what I was going to do with Al. ”

Slanhill seemed a little unsatisfied, and it controlled two vines, slightly curved, in the shape of a heart.

"It's the blood of my children, they are attached to my body......"

"How ...... Wonderful. ”

The vines seemed to be like angry ancient dragons, with the smell of blood, roaring towards Gwen.

"And Long Wei?" Gwen tilted his head, flicked his black greatsword, and headed towards the scarlet vines.

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

The smoke has not yet fully dispersed.

"Hmm...... Let me think, where was the first time I met you?"

Sylvi muttered to herself, then looked at a piece of molten land in the distance, as if remembering something, covered her mouth, and exclaimed, "That's it, right! ”

Then he grinned and said with a grinning smile, as if teasing a small animal: "He was accidentally burned by me with evil energy, and the tragic condition before his death is really pitiful." ”

"Although he is a cruel general of the southern world, he is a good father. ”

"As for what the content is, I don't bother to say, I know you won't rise up sympathy. ”

Sylvie slowly walked towards the smoke, the evil energy in her body gathering momentum.

"As far as I know you, you seem to be very merciful, but you are cruel and ruthless, and you let Edward go, but you only killed me who possessed the monster. ”

"What kind of mentality do you have in the face of your enemies?"

Sylvie looked around, but found no sign of Othur, and the evil energy on her body slowly gathered in one place, and she had already made a defensive stance.

She didn't mean to despise Osher at all. She had felt the soft and powerful natural energy from Otser's body, as well as the violent and boiling evil energy, which had miraculously fused into a person's body.

These are two energies that will never coexist peacefully, and Sylvie can't figure out why Othur hasn't exploded yet.

"Inexplicably gentle, suddenly rampage, you are such a neurotic beast. ”

Sylvie's thoughts didn't stop, and she fought with the Light El and Tiebs, as if she were just playing a game of life.

"And," Sylvie stuck out her tongue and licked the corners of her mouth, "you don't seem to have any interest in women? I've used the container that the Light El has carefully chosen, and yet you still don't have any male creatures to behave. ”

"Can't you?"

Green energy covered Sylvie's body, and she was fully prepared, but she found no trace of Othur.

"Are you hiding? Little one, do you know where he went?"

Sylvie turned her gaze to Minions Clynn and Ragnaros Jr., and then lunged at them.

"Do you like your little pet very much?"

Before she could touch little Ragnaros, a pure black demonic arm grabbed Sylvie's demonic forearm, twisted slightly, and twisted Sylvie's entire arm off and threw it to the ground.

Sylvie gasped and jumped back, distancing herself from the attacker.

A black demon wrapped in shadows stared at Sylvie coldly, and the powerful oppression almost made Sylvie breathless.

"I haven't used it in a long time...... Probably...... Ten days, right?" said Othur in demonic form, trying to restrain the restlessness in his body, trembling.