The storm was still raging, and both the orcs and the draenei were silent.

In the midst of them, the demon that seemed to burn with pitch-black flames gradually dissipated and re-transformed into the emaciated High Elf. Behind him, Hell Roar stood still for a long time, and fell to the ground with a thud in an inexplicable laugh.

Turning his head, Lanlos breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the hideous scar on his other's chest that was deep and visible to the bone.

The triple attack speed of the Wind Fury Strike caused Lanloth to erupt into two void slashes in a brief encounter, one sword slashing away the blood roar and the other sword slashing down the orcs.

It looks like he won easily, but it wasn't.

Mak'gora is a one-on-one flag-planting duel, and no magic can be used in the battle, but it can be enhanced with powers such as blessings. Although it may seem very ominous, the Demon Transformation can also be placed in this range.

Lanlos knew that with the pride and confidence of the old roar, he would be tough with his first sword to the end. Therefore, he used all his strength as soon as he came up.

His gaze caught the scarlet blood on the roar, and Lanlos was slow to sense the sharp pain in his right shoulder. Touching the wound that almost severed his collarbone, he felt the numbness of half of his body, and the bitter smile was fleeting on his face.

The famous Hellroar attack, although not yet enhanced by Demon Blood, and despite not having any buffs, is still not meant to be pushed away.

But fortunately, it's all over.

Looking at Grom, whose chest was still heaving, Lanlos did not take the other party's life according to the tradition of Mak'gora until death, but raised his burning gaze and looked directly at the army of tens of thousands of orcs.

After a long silence, the Black Hand stepped forward silently with a team of orcs, allowing his subordinates to take away the seriously injured Grom, his gaze lingering on Lanloth, who stood like a steel spear.

In the end, he turned away without saying a word, and with a wave of his hand, he slowly withdrew from the Draenei's sight with this mighty army of steel.

The morning wind was still howling, and the quiet plains were only the clash of armor and the whispering of wolves as the tribes faded away.

Looking at the back in front of the door, which looked extremely thin compared to himself, the faces of the draenei were full of contradictions and tangled emotions. It stands to reason that the High Elf single-handedly pushed back the horde's army, and the cliff deserved their cheers until they fainted.

However, the emerald green evil power is too dazzling.

The only people in the entire multiverse who can hate this power more than the Draenei are those creatures that have been completely wiped out from the world of the living by legions and demons.

Everyone's silence, in exchange, was more gloomy for Lanlos's lonely back.

But he didn't care, to be precise, he didn't have much energy. The moment the back of the tribe disappeared on the horizon, the strength that supported him to stand up dissipated, and he felt the sharp pain of half of his body shattering, and he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

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Rustling......

Perception slowly returned, and Lanlos vaguely heard the continuous subtle friction in his ears, and under the conditioned reflex, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the source of the sound.

"Ahh

The shy scream made the hazy Lanloth instantly come back to his senses, and he quickly activated the Arcane Eye, and as the purple light appeared on the blindfold, his vision quickly became clear.

At this moment, he was in a neat and clean bedroom, and beside the bed, Irel was dressed lightly, holding a thick holy book, which looked like he should be taking care of himself while filling with the knowledge of the Holy Light.

Nothing seems wrong with anything, if you have to say it......

Hmm? What's the soft thing in your hand?

Perhaps because he had just woken up, Lan Luo couldn't normally process the information he received visually, and subconsciously tightened his hand to hold something soft and tender and constantly trembling.

"Hmm~"

Irel clung to the edge of the sacred text, and his whole body trembled slightly, and his beautiful face was instantly covered with red glow, and his eyes that lingered with a faint light became blurred.

At this moment, no matter how confused Lan Luo was, he sensed that something was wrong, turned his head to look, and suddenly became embarrassed.

He was clutching Iriel's tail, which was so small and cute that it was straight and vibrated violently at a repressive frequency because of his sensitivity and uneasiness.

Letting go of his hand, Lan Luo should have wanted to ease the atmosphere, but it was the ghost who sent a sentence: "Ahem, it feels good." ”

"......" carefully grabbed the tail, Irel quickly got up and faced the other party, hearing him say this, he immediately lowered his red face, and couldn't say a word.

After being silent for a while, Lanlos finally picked up his IQ: "That, how many days have I been sleeping?"

The other party changed the topic, and Irel also quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's been two days, and we're all worried about you. ”

Everyone?

Lanlos smiled self-deprecatingly.

Indeed, at that time, he did not carefully observe the reaction of the Draenei because he was holding his breath to prevent his badly injured body from collapsing in front of the orcs. But he was not a fool, he had long anticipated the consequences of showing his demonic powers.

His experience is too much, too deep.

When Irel saw him like this, a feeling of distress suddenly swelled up in his heart. She had heard what happened to the other party, the helplessness of being treated as a monster even though she had saved someone. She couldn't understand and couldn't accept it.

"Lanloth, in my eyes, you are a hero, always have been. ”

"I'm not a hero. Facing the girl's unwavering gaze, Lanros smiled and sat up slowly, reaching out to stroke the silver hair on the top of her head, "I promised Samara that I would keep those children safe and, more importantly, you." ”

Feeling the warm, gentle touch on the top of her head, Irel froze. It stands to reason that at the mention of her sister, grief and pain will drown her out almost instantly. But now, compared to the heart-rending pain, a warm current that cannot be ignored makes her a little overwhelmed.

It's like a thin traveler in the ice and snow who is stricken by the cold, suddenly surrounded by a warm campfire, in addition to the comforting warmth, but also the frostbite that is only discovered because of the recovery of consciousness.

The girl pursed her lips tightly, unable to suppress the impulse in her heart any longer, and leaned forward and hugged the elf's chest.

To be honest, after being hit so suddenly, the broken bones on Lanlos's body that had not yet healed suddenly came with a feeling that made him feel unstoppable. But he didn't push the other party away, looking at the girl who was clinging to his arms, clutching the hem of her clothes and sobbing, Lanlos sighed slightly, patted her back lightly with his hand, did not speak, and let her hot tears soak her chest.

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In the solemn hall, the Draenei garrisons exchanged words and whispered each other, and the restless atmosphere grew at a surprising rate.

"Everyone, please be quiet. In the center, Viren slapped the table, and his authoritative words quickly shut everyone's mouths. However, the uneasy faces revealed obvious anxiety.

"I know what you're worried about. Viren nodded, his slightly tired face flashing with a complicated light, "Indeed, the orcs will not give up so well, I think, in a few days, they will soon make a comeback." ”

"Through Archbishop Nelly's intelligence, it can be seen that the orc force is the main force of the tribe, and I am afraid that the existing defenses of the temple can withstand it. A garrison officer said with a worried look on his face.

Next to him, the priest in charge of the maintenance of the portal nodded and agreed: "That's right, if we don't retreat in time, it will be difficult to ensure the safety of these refugees in the temple. ”

After a brief silence, Viren interrupted their discussion with a loud voice: "We can't give up on our people......"

"You have to give up!"

A loud but distinctly distinct voice came from the back of the crowd, and then everyone consciously retreated, making way for the limping man who had come forward.

With the appearance of Lanloth, the hall fell silent, and the indescribably complex gaze all converged on him.

"You don't have a choice. He didn't bother with the gaze of the others, but once again spoke to Viren in an almost commanding tone.

Nelly, who was on the side of "Lanloth ......", wanted to say something, but was stopped by the prophet for the first time.

"Can you tell me what you saw?"

"Destruction, death, the worst and most painful sight you can imagine. Lanlos's hoarse voice was frighteningly low.

"Are you alarmist?" said a questioning voice in the crowd. Obviously, not everyone is struggling with the attitude towards Lanlos, and for these more extreme people, evil energy equals evil.

Convincing the crowd is what a leader should do, Lanlos didn't take the other party's question to heart at all, and just looked at Viren with a sharp gaze: "You have to face more than just orcs. ”

"And the Burning Legion. ”

Delaney blew up in an instant, but before they could express their panicked or questioning emotions in their hearts, another flat thunder exploded in the hall.

"And your Naru, Kara. ”