Sylvie wakes up to find that Othur is not inside the house.

Washing, bathing, and eating the delicious plants in the cupboard, Sylvie felt that living here for the rest of her life was a divine arrangement.

She didn't want to go back to that gloomy basement if she could. It would be nice if Grandpa Edward was here too. If he could, Grandpa Winsall wouldn't have to be a "machine" in Torrent City to extract energy.

Silvi wore a green robe, stretched out the beauty of a young girl, and yawned and went downstairs.

But she immediately picked up the bench.

A giant bear lies on its stomach with its two hind legs spread out, its two front paws resting on the ground. Beside it was a quail sitting on a duck, a cheetah licking its paws, and a small yellow tree man clutching its head when it hit a pillar.

What, what a situation.

"Now that you understand the theory, it's time for you to test the effect. ”

Othur nodded at the four animals, stood up and walked outside. As if they understood Osser's words, the four animals lined up one after the other, the bear first, the cheetah second, and the quail and the little tree man walking side by side at the end.

Druid Sylvie's brainstorming began to run wildly, but before she could come up with anything, Orser and the druids had already left the house.

"Is there any place where you can hone your understanding?" Oter asked the bear.

The bear scratched his head.

"Out of El, there's a dragon's lair not far away, Elder, are you going to hunt the dragon? I don't recommend it, we should reason with it. ”

"It's not me, it's you who fight it. ”

"Oh. ”

The bear finally understood Osser's painstaking efforts.

Is it to challenge an impossible goal to exercise our willpower, and finally to help? It turns out that the heroes of the ancient holy war used to train their children in this way, although it was terrifying, but it seemed to be very effective. We have to perform well.

The bear winked at the three druids behind him, signaling them not to worry, all this was just a test given to us by the elven heroes.

When Landry learns that Oter is going to train four druids, he already has a smile in his heart.

If you can get the guidance of the ancient elven heroes, their abilities will definitely be improved like empowerment. So Landry immediately picked out the little forest elves from the forest elves who were extremely talented and obedient and sensible.

Although the youngest is 62 years old, the oldest is 129 years old. Despite their youth, they are still the best among the forest elf druids, with superb shapeshifting skills and only practical experience.

When the youngest 62-year-old little tree man was given to be trained by the ancient elven heroes himself, she was like being struck by lightning, and it was unbelievable that the people on the side slapped her face swollen before she came back to her senses.

I couldn't believe that the ancient elven heroes who only existed in fairy tales would really appear in El, and the deer in his heart slammed into each other, and he involuntarily turned into a bighorn deer scurrying around in the jungle.

Originally, Grand Elder Landry was going to hold a celebration to welcome the return of the ancient heroes, but Othur refused, saying that he would wait to train the druids.

So the celebration was left behind the graduation ceremony of the four druids, and Landry was ready to surprise the ancient hero, by the way, stating that the forest elves would not dislike any foreign "exiles", and pushing Othur to the southern world, so that the forest elves have more confidence to gain a voice in the southern world.

Although the forest elves are friendly and unwilling to get into political battles, they still need politics as a weapon to protect themselves.

A powerful ancient hero, enough to suppress the other races of the southern world, and even the Holy Landor Empire in the north.

Other didn't know what the forest spirits were thinking.

The Dreadlord is cunning, cunning, cunning.

The Dreadlord had relented his breath as soon as he arrived in the Flame Glade, and if it weren't for the Soul Gaze, Othur might have been put in the hands of the Dreadlord.

Although the one-time burst of Arcane energy stored in Nornilla has not yet reached the upper limit, no ordinary Burning Legion minions dare to face the uncovered arcane magic of Nornilla.

But the Dreadlord stood in his way. Although the barrier of evil energy it had created was shattered, and a large chunk of flesh had even been torn open from its chest by Nornilla, it was not really injured, only left a mark that could be traced.

Although Orser is very impatient and utilitarian towards demons, his tactical mind is still clear.

Enemies that can be eaten without damage do not need to be injured. Although sometimes the cake used as bait is very large, Orser will not be able to hold it. But this time it was just a Dreadlord, not a Legion battleship, and Oter calmly analyzed the situation.

Orser didn't know how many Dreadlords there were. It seems that he is not the only one who has been banished to this world, and the Burning Legion seems to have discovered that the self they had paid a great price for was not dead, so they sent a follow-up force to follow up, ready to kill themselves.

No matter how strong Orser is, he can't stand up to the entire legion.

In Azeroth, Oter has allies of his own: the brave and warlike humans, the fierce and warlike dwarves, the calm and intellectual Draenei, the swift and swift werewolves, the intelligent gnomes, the earth-water pandamen, and...... Night Elf, Kadore.

But here, there is nothing, Othur can only rely on himself, the creatures of this world are almost completely unaware of how powerful the real demons are, and they are also very weak to really fight the Burning Legion.

The Dreadlord's blood was solidified on Nornilla, and Othur could trace the demon through blood. But he wasn't sure enough to take down the Dreadlord, and even if he did, he might be injured by the counterattack before he died.

This is something that Orsher does not want, and Orsher wants to return to Azeroth in perfect condition and join the battle in the Broken Isles.

So he decided to make time to train a squad to work with him, and this kind of squad is the standard for the anti-demon coalition. Even if they are weak individuals, when they form a team, they are enough to overthrow a behemoth.

Tank, Caster, Healer, Exporter, Exporter.

Giant bears, quails, little treants, cheetahs, and themselves.

"Here we are, Elder. ”

The bear stopped and pointed to a hole full of skeletons in front of him.

"Where did you get so many bones from Greek cards. The little tree man muttered.

"Then it's time to get results and meet the standards that I'm happy with as soon as possible. "We're in a hurry. ”

The giant bear nodded, and gestured to the little tree man with his eyes.

The little yellow tree man moved his roots and ran to the entrance of the dragon's lair.

"Come out, we're going to take the exam!"