It's a new day, but there's nothing to be seen in Rodney.

Rodney's sky is always blood-red, and Lawrence, who prefers the main plane, is more accustomed to the alternation of day and night. So he used the demon in the form of a crow that he had summoned to serve as a backdrop for the sky. When the crow rises, it is night. When the crow lands, it's daylight.

Orser sat alone on a sandy field at the entrance to the mobile palace, red crystals scattered all over the ground, unsure of what he was doing.

"Where's Lawrence?" asked Sylvie, yawning.

"Over there. ”

Other pointed to a giant Dead Raven Demon who had hung himself upside down in the sky, his claws hooked into a large, deadwood tree with nothing to support it, his eyes closed and his saliva remaining.

Other gently crushed a red crystal. After the red mist disappeared, an unpretentious mirror appeared on his hand. Orser looked at a sleepy Sylvie and pointed the mirror at Sylvie.

"Why did you suddenly become so intimate? You even know that girls have to make up in the morning?" Sylvie rubbed her eyes, trying to see if this was the Night Elf who didn't have a woman's connection.

With a "bang", gray smoke exploded from Osser's chest, and Sylvie's eyes widened.

She saw an identical her.

Short gray hair, blue eyes, the same face. A gray dress, black square-mouth leather shoes, and the gray staff she carried behind her.

What, what's going on?

And "Sylvie" opposite her poked her chest and shook her head.

"The barren land of Kalimdor. ”

"What are you doing!" Sylvie looked at Other's actions and said angrily, "Don't do anything to the body of the Holy Maiden!

"I'm just looking at my toys," Other said with a relaxed expression, "Ellie's Sky Mirror can transform into anyone and have their abilities, but the effect is only ten minutes. ”

Sylvie snatched the mirror from Other's hand to prevent the Night Elf from being idle for another time, and then continued to manipulate the identical body.

"No, I just want to see if it works," Oter explained, "and I don't give heat to dolls." ”

"Perhaps, you may be in heat with the Holy Maiden. Sylvie snorted coldly, don't look over. Either way, Sylvie didn't want her body to be toyed with by any male creature, not even a replica.

The crystals on the ground seemed to have a lot of "toys" that Osher said, and out of curiosity, Sylvie fumbled with the red crystals on the ground.

These red crystals all looked the same, and she didn't know what was inside, each of them felt the same to the touch, and they all weighed the same when she picked them up, and she really couldn't figure out how Other could tell what was inside.

"Night Elf technology, the latest invention, it can save space in the backpack, and you can put countless crystals in one crystal. "This is the latest standard equipment of the Anti-Demon Alliance, and it can carry a lot of supplies. ”

"Your toys are really chic," Sylvie said, "or you have a really special hobby, which likes to play with these little kids' favorite things." ”

"In my eyes, you are also a child. Orser said.

"Maybe. Sylvie tilted her head, stopped raising the bar with Other, and returned to her good baby form.

Sylvie rummaged through the crystal, but couldn't tell what was inside, she could only take out a piece of crystal at random, follow Orsher's example, and gently crush it, the red mist gushed out, and the contents were presented to Sylvie's hand.

It was a black music box, and Sylvie activated it curiously.

Two ghostly creatures appeared behind her, their hair was scattered, their long white skirts fluttering in the air, they had no legs, and the aura of resentment exuded was chilling, and ordinary people were afraid to panic when they saw it, and shouted for help.

Sylvie was well-informed and didn't panic, she quietly watched the music box turn slowly.

Desolation, sorrow. The song of the elves wafted out of the music box and filled the entire palace made of quicksand. They sang heart-wrenching stories sadly, and the lips of the two ghosts behind Sylvie squirmed slightly, and it was hard to imagine that the voices coming from the lips of such a terrifying and strange ghost were so beautiful. The nightingale sings in the night, not because of joy, but because of unforgettable sadness.

Slowly, slowly, the music box gradually stopped turning, and the two ghosts behind Sylvie also turned into points of light, gradually dissipating.

"Is this yours?" Sylvie asked softly.

"Sing the elegy softly, and never lose my king. "The undead always say that it's the music box of Sylvanas, the Queen of the Dead. ”

"The undead, and the Queen?" Sylvie said in surprise.

"This music box belongs to Sylvanas, and it plays an elegy for the upper elves, who turned into a banshee to protect her country," Othur flipped his crystal, as if looking for something, "Her eldest sister, Aurelia, many people thought she died in Draenor, but the recent news came that she was still alive. ”

"Her sister Winlessa, who betrayed Garrosh at trial," Other picked up a crystal, feeling the creature within, "She thinks she has no relatives left in Azeroth. ”

"Relatives?" said Sylvie to herself.

"This music box was given to me by an undead warrior. "That warrior is valiant, he can fight several Dreadhor Guards on his own, he is loyal to the tribe, and he is willing to give his life for Azeroth. ”

"I didn't ask you that much. Sylvie cupped her forehead, "You really look like a chatter now." ”

"Because, I found that the evil energy that was tracking me was always with me, but I couldn't find its source. "It's boring. ”

He crushed a red crystal, red mist poured out, and a blood-red orb appeared in his hand.

Sindore's Orb.

Orser drove the orb, his skin suddenly turned snow-white, and the black cloth under his blindfold reflected blue points of light.

His appearance changed to that of a blood elf.

"You're funny," Sylvie tilted her head, "I like the way you look now, and you seem to have regained your sight." ”

"I'm not blind, Warlock. Osser replied, he took the initiative to dispel the effect, he didn't like Sindore's appearance, and Cadore's purple skin was what he was most accustomed to.

"It's getting ugly. Sylvie said.

"It's none of your business, Warlock. Orser said.