Othur didn't know why the Dreadlord was here.

Know his whereabouts and prepare to wipe himself out before reinforcements from Azeroth arrive?

Then Othur will give the Dreadlord a taste of the Demon Hunter's blade, and Nornilla will be glad to taste the demon's blood.

But the traces of evil energy and magic in the soul's sight seem to have gone through many years.

Did the Burning Legion invade this world a long time ago?

But why is there no complete conquest, leaving only traces of evil powers?

Orsher, who knew the nature of the Burning Legion, couldn't figure it out. The demons of the Burning Legion are always twisted and incomprehensible, destroying where they can reach, bouncing their crowns on the scorched earth they trample on, and then heading for their next target.

Other was tired, he couldn't find any clues, and the mottled information was mixed together like a ball of yarn, and he couldn't even find its source.

So Osser was pulled out by Sylvie and went to accompany Sylvie to the commercial center of El to shop.

It's a bustling place where creatures of different races come together, rent storefronts, and shout loudly. The street is bustling with people, with a constant stream of pedestrians and a succession of customers who make the merchants a lot of money.

Unlike the labyrinthine dwellings of Osser and Sylvie. Once you leave the residential area, the outside world is so vast that you can see it at a glance, and even a blind person can go from one end to the other.

"I don't mean to target you, I really think a blind person can go all the way. Sylvie explained.

Sylvie has changed into a green robe, elegant and comfortable, outlining a tight figure. With short gray hair and sapphire eyes, and a playful and cute face, Sylvie has a charm that is different from that of the forest elves.

On the way, he had already provoked a lot of shy accosting from native forest elves, but they were all politely rejected by Sylvie.

"It's ...... This is my temporary companion, maybe you will have a chance when he is gone. Sylvie swore to her suitors.

"Warlock, I am not your companion," Other said solemnly, "for tens of thousands of years, there have been many beautiful women in the Night Elves, but even Tyrande has not attracted me. ”

"Do you like men, the Night Elves, tens of thousands of years old. Sylvie also followed Other's tone and said, "You Azeroth elves have a long lifespan, and the oldest old man of the forest elves is only five thousand years old. ”

She was now less and less like she used to be in the Shadow Forest, and she had discovered that Other was in the habit of being neutral and non-intrusive in everything, except for what he considered to be a demon.

This attitude made Sylvie's words and actions even more unscrupulous.

"Maybe, but now no one attracts me, I only have demons in my eyes. Orser didn't care about Silvie's teasing, he still searched for traces of the demonic magic with his soul open, trying to find clues.

"It's disgusting, then I wish you and the demon a happy marriage. Sylvie shook her head.

Sylvie then mischievously grabbed Othur's arm, only to be quickly freed from Orsher.

Just as Sylvie was about to tease the otherworldly elf even further, she saw a float laden with white flowers in the distance.

The float was escorted by twelve forest elves, all of whom were silent, and one female forest elf was even sobbing quietly.

"Looks like a forest elf is dead. Sylvie said.

"The corpse of each forest elf will be returned to El by the other elves, and they will return to their roots, and the twelve forest elves will be made up of their best friends and family, who will accompany the dead forest elves in their final rituals. ”

"It doesn't matter," said Othur, "you don't have to explain it to me. ”

Orser was expressionless, and Sylvie looked emotional.

"Maybe I need to get my grandfather's body back. ”

"There's no need, dust to dust, dust to dust," Other said slowly, "Life will always come to an end, and the elves in the float are my brothers and sisters rescued in Crescent City, their bodies are shattered by varying degrees of arcane energy, and their bodies are incomplete. ”

"How do you know?" said Sylvie, surprised.

Orser pointed to his eyes, "Eyes." ”

The float continued to move past Othur, and everyone on the street fell silent in mourning for the dead elves. Eventually, the floats slowly disappeared at the end of the street, and the street was revitalized.

After all, it is not you who dies, and it is enough to respect it formally.

"Tomorrow, if you want to continue looking for the Dreadlord here, you'll have to register with the forest elves here. "I'm your guide, and you can ask me if there's anything you don't understand, but you'll have to let me live here too." ”

Oter nodded.

"In that case, let's buy a few more clothes and go back. ”

Sylvie took Osser's hand, causing the envy of many humans around her for this "couple". The handsome and wild purple version of the forest elf, the cute and beautiful human girl, is really a beautiful bedtime fairy tale.

"You know what, it awakens memories that I've stored for a long time. Osser said.

"Huh?"

"There, we call you a guide dog, the nickname of the guy who leads people on their feet. ”

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

Eyre, night, residential area.

Othur was on the first floor with his soul vision open for clues to the Dreadlord.

On the second floor, Sylvie tossed and turned on a cork bed wrapped in a green blanket.

She seemed to be tormented by insomnia, and finally she took out the notebook that belonged to her grandfather and flipped through it boringly.

The reading was not very detailed, her slender fingers played with the pages, and the glow of the firefly lampshade bloomed, and the shadows of her fingers reflected on the lampshade like a fluttering butterfly.

Suddenly, the butterfly's movements stopped, as if it had been pinned to the hood by a spike. The finger landed on the last page of the book and stopped moving.

Sylvie was like a puppet, with a "squeak" and "squeak" sound all over her body, her sapphire eyes revealing a strange red light, and the expression on her face was frozen. It took about a few seconds for her body to return to normal.

She coughed lightly, got out of bed, opened the cupboard, and took out a bottle of yellowish liquid, all of which she poured into her mouth.

"Whew, it's much more comfortable. ”

Sylvie returned to her bed, resting her hands on her forehead and falling into a deep sleep.

Downstairs, Othur slowly stood up, walked upstairs, and gently covered Sylvie with the quilt while he sat down on the floor.

Before this, in Orser's soul sight, Sylvie's color went from yellow, to gray, to yellow.

It's quirky. Orser thought to himself, closed his soul's gaze, and began to rest in the true sense of the word.