"So, that's the real reason why you're hiding yourself?" As if sensing something, Winlessa's footsteps silently took a step back.

Standing still, Lanloth didn't speak, his face was extremely gloomy in the reflection of the chaotic energy. In particular, the eyes that burned with evil energy made Wen Lessa's heart seem to stop.

Warn...... Current health is too low......

The emerald green flames that lingered around him suddenly shuddered, and the breeze shuttled through the trees, and the chaotic energy gradually disappeared with the wind as the movement of the stumble gradually spread.

At the same time, there were irregular tattoos sticking out of the collar, but Lan Los could feel that his skin and flesh were becoming tighter than before.

Of course, now his attention was not on himself, seeing that Wen Leisa, who was not far ahead, gradually relaxed after he withdrew the surging evil energy, Lan Luoston, and his deep voice was very penetrating: "As you can see, this power comes from the demon. ”

"I know that Sarel met with you, nothing more than for you to spy on me......" The straps were long gone, and her long gray hair fluttered in the wind, casting Lanros's blue eyes in shadow, "Now you've found the answer." So, what do you do?"

There was a long silence, and for some reason, Wen Lesa didn't know how to answer for a while.

Seeing the sincere hesitation flashing on the other party's face, Lan Luo was obviously a little unexpected, his eyes narrowed slightly, and an inexplicable emotion made him relax a little, and somehow, he suddenly remembered the arrow that was lying quietly in the space bag.

Gradually, Lanlos's right hand hidden behind his back was also lowered.

"Why......" Ignoring the other party's question, Winlessa looked him in the eye and asked, "Why do you want to ...... So?"

From the other party's eyes, Lan Luo saw many things, but this did not shake his heart: "Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated, believe me, I know more about demons than you can imagine." ”

"However, this is not a reason for you to accept this evil power!"

Seeing Winlessa accusing herself indignantly, Lanlos showed a cold smile, and no one but himself could read the helplessness.

"I take it, understand it, and use it against the enemies of Quel'Thalas!"

"Excuse me. Taking a step forward, Lanloth's tone became extremely sharp, "I, did I do something wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, the two fell silent with great tacit understanding, and all that was left around was the whistling and rustling of the evening breeze when it stirred the trees.

Shout!

In the distant sky, a resounding arrow burning with scarlet flames shot up into the sky, and a sharp sound spread far away, breaking the cold atmosphere between the two.

Shaking his head, Lanlos raised his foot and walked in the direction of the flare: "The battle is over, we should go back." ”

"Wait!" there was no movement, Wenlesa shouted with her head down, her face completely covered in shadows, "promise me, you won't turn into a monster like that!"

Monster?

Lanlos followed Winlessa's fingers, and even in the dim light, the corpse of the troll that had begun to decompose was still clearly reflected in his pupils.

It was as if a steel needle had pierced deep into his heart, and the inexplicable pain made Lanlos close his eyes.

Winlessa's words brought back memories of Lanlos in the Shattered Abyss, the terrifying figure imbued with the power of chaos, the one who could not be called himself......

"Promise me!" Winlessa looked directly at the mage standing still, her voice trembling with a hint of pleading.

After a long silence, he opened his eyes again, his eyes facing the other party's equally blue eyes, and a complex emotion emerged and spread in his heart.

"No ......"

"I promise you, absolutely not!"

Looking at each other, Wen Lesa clearly captured the confidence and certainty from the heart in the other party's eyes, the anxiety and panic on her face slowly retracted, and the corners of her mouth gradually hooked up a charming arc, like comfort and relief.

"But before that. Lanlos also showed a faint smile, and the teasing revealed in it made the other party embarrassed, "Did you forget anything for me?"

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Walking quickly into the throne hall, Liadline stood quietly in the doorway, watching the graceful maids dancing in front of her, and the high-ranking members of the Silvermoon Council and the nobles kept pushing and changing glasses, cheering and laughing......

As if the battle of the previous days was just a nightmare for yourself.

But Liadline knew it wasn't a dream.

The presence of the High Priest successfully attracted the elven king on the throne, clearly catching the dried blood stains on the golden robes that the other party had not had time to change because he was too eager, Anastarian nodded to the advisor beside him.

Soon, the dancing girls scattered and left, and the unrelated nobles left their seats in confusion, and in the hall, only the elven king and the council staff, as well as the high-ranking priests and accompanying companions who had stood quietly for a long time.

Liadline ignored the members of the council and the nobles who had left their seats, and the only thing she paid attention to was Anastarian.

The High Elf King was old, old even as an elf, his long hair gray, and his skin was like parchment, like an old piece of wood.

"Von Delors's adopted daughter, you should be taking your students to maintain the rune stones right now, why did this happen?" the gray brow furrowed slightly, and the king waited for the other party's explanation.

He looked weak, but his blue eyes still revealed a hint of majesty, and his voice was equally authoritative, and Liadline instinctively wanted to shrink back from his slightly dissatisfied gaze, but soon remembered why she had come back here, and she straightened up.

"The trolls appeared. A simple answer, but it caused an uproar among these elves.

"You say those monsters huddled in the depths of the jungle? Why do we care about those things? You should not be looking for the council and the king, but the far-travelers guarding the border. One of the staff members responded sarcastically, and many of the elves laughed and nodded in agreement.

"You don't understand what's going on!" the shrill mockery brought back memories of her students and so many of her countrymen killed, and her anger made her yell at the council members.

As for self-cultivation, him's self-cultivation!

"The trolls attacked and stole the Shandor Runestone!As members of the council, haven't you found out for so many days?!"

"No way! There's no way a troll knows the secret of the runestone......"

Beside him, Lotherma glanced at the furious Liadline with a surprised gaze, and approval flashed across her face, and when she saw that the elves were still trying to argue, he immediately stepped forward.

Crash!

A string of dried-blooded troll fangs was tossed into the center of the hall by Lotherma, sliding out of the smooth floor, leaving a shallow scarlet trail.

"Sir, please do your homework before you shirk your responsibilities next time. The troll attacks have caused a lot of casualties, including what you call the Far Wanderers, and all of this is due to your negligence!"

Bang!

"How can this be!" with a hard slap on the armrest, the Elven King suddenly sat up from his ornate throne, not only interrupting the members of the council who were still trying to defend themselves, but as his roar echoed through the hall, a majestic magic suddenly spread from his body.

The next moment, the string of troll fangs shuddered violently, and was silently crushed into powder.

However, the king's outburst was not directed at Lotherma or Liadrin, and his gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked at the still conspicuous streak of scarlet blood.

When he turned his head to look at Liadrin, he felt as if he saw the vitality and concentration of a great king who had been trained over the years, all the appearance of weakness had disappeared, and the whole person was focused on the crisis at hand.

"How dare they invade our homeland again!" the king was clearly enraged, but as a good leader, he did not rush to reproach the council for its negligence, but focused his attention entirely on the enemy, at least for the time being.

"I'm going to show them how wrong they were!"

"Gather the soldiers!" Anastarian ordered all councillors, "drive the trolls out of our forests!"