Kyrreth glared into the eyes of the boss as he looked at the beast that came from afar.

Naga are not natural creatures of Azeroth.

The original batch of Naga originated from the primeval Night Elf upper nobles, except for Quel's Salas, who was led by the first emperor of the High Elf Empire, Darth Rema, a large number of Night Elf nobles were addicted to magic during the primeval war, and even helped to abuse, acting as the leader of the Burning Legion, and some of them were completely polluted by demons and finally demonized, becoming one of the demons, and most of the rest were cursed by the will of the world after the war, becoming this ugly species, and with Queen Aishara drifting away to the deepest part of the Endless Sea, nowAside from the occasional news of these primeval creatures brought by the crew of the voyage, few people were able to see them.

"Ancient elves, why are you invading my territory?"

Removing the hood from his head, his pointed ears leaking out, Kellis shouted in Guzaras.

Naga first looked at Kyris with huge eyes in amazement, and then shook her head in confusion.

"Elf, I don't know that this is your territory, but this and totem poles are His Majesty's collection, if you let this golden light infect you again, you will permanently lose part of your spirituality!"

Frowning and looking at the giant beast that finally stopped, Kelreth stared at the totem pole in a little surprise, he didn't expect the holy light to destroy the totem pole, and he didn't expect that this thing had something to do with the legendary Majesty Azhara, whose beautiful name is all over the universe and whose combat power is full of combat power and is directly chasing the general boss of the Burning Legion...

"So, if we give up the totem pole, will they be willing to retreat?" said Kerryth, glancing at the two silver-scaled fishmen who had secretly helped the young silver-scaled fish-man to escape in front of the giant beast while the two were talking.

"It's none of my business, Elven Mage, I'm only responsible for the safety of this totem pole?" casually glanced at his feet... The fish-man on the side of the tail, the giant beast buzzed, and then with a move of his left hand, the trident inserted in front of Kelreth flew back into his hand, twisted his tail, and slowly walked to the paladin.

"Human warrior, do you want to fight Orlanchir!"

After the giant beast appeared, the paladin, who began to shrink the holy light, looked at the other party vigilantly, he didn't understand the ancient Salas language, but the other party was fiercely holding a huge trident at him, thinking that it was not a good thing.

"Ancient elves, are you really going to fight me!" said Kyrreth adding a levitation spell to himself, quickly moving to the paladin's side, and looking up at Naga.

"Elf, I'm not some primeval elf, I, Oranchir, am a warrior of the Naga clan!" Shaking his head, the beast turned to the elf and yelled.

"Descendants of Darth Rema, why are you stopping the fish-men's revenge?" a faint voice came from the forest, and a female Naga phantom composed entirely of a faint blue light appeared at the edge of the square, but the voice came clearly.

"Honorable priests, they also threaten my safety!"

Suddenly looked at the giant beast, he should not be the first generation of Naga, but a pure-bred Naga who bred I don't know how many generations later. And as a warrior, it's normal not to know the secrets of the primeval realm, although the other party speaks the ancient Salas, the language of the primeval night elves.

But the female Naga, especially the Naga of the legal system, must be the sacrifice of the Naga clan, not only has great power, but may even be a native species that has lived for tens of thousands of years and transformed by the first generation of primeval elf nobles. Respectfully offering the elven salute, Kyris said calmly.

"Little one, you're not the lord here, so your reason doesn't hold water. ”

Slowly drifting to the side of the middle-level mage, after seeing the giant beast bowing his head slightly, he habitually sat on the other party's shoulder.

"My lord, in fact, so far, the two silver-scaled fish people have not been damaged, why don't you let them retreat?" helplessly raised his head up again, and said to the female Naga phantom.

"You killed my brother!!!" the young silver-scaled fish-man who was already in a trance glared at Kyrus and roared.

"I haven't killed the Silverscale Fishman!" Kelreth recalled, and said with certainty, he had indeed not killed a single Silver Scale along the way, after all, the color of this scale was very special, and it was instantly recognizable in the blue and green Fish-Man Sea, and it was impossible for him to forget it.

"You killed him under the castle!" the old fish-man was silent, while the young fish-man said indignantly.

"Neither is he..."

Halfway through speaking, the middle-level mage stopped, there is also a probability problem in the inheritance of the legendary silver-scaled fish-man, even if both parents are silver-scaled, the child born may also be an ordinary fish-man, in fact, in turn, both parents are not silver-scaled, and there is a certain chance of giving birth to silver-scale, although it is very low, the fish-man shaman under the castle was indeed killed by him, and no matter how much he talks, he can't change this fact.

Kyrreth glanced at the silent Naga priest wordlessly, and slightly tilted his head to look at the paladin on the side, it seems that things can't be better.

But the female Naga who was sitting on the shoulders of the giant beast did not make any moves, and did not look at the old silver-scaled fishman who was respectfully prostrate on the ground after she appeared, and the young fishman who had been looking at Kelreth angrily, but was silent for a while, and then turned her head to look at the sea of fish-people not far away, stretched out her finger, and with a slight click, a green fish-man flew over, landed in front of the giant beast, and looked at everyone blankly, it was the fish-man shaman who was possessed by the totem pole phantom just now.

"Get down!"

The old fishman glanced at the green fishman strangely, and then roared, but this time it was fishman slang, not ancient Salas, even shamans, not many people who knew Salas, after all, most shamans relied more on natural spells, rather than learning to gain power like mages.

The green fishman shaman, who was suddenly pulled out of the fish crowd with a blank face, immediately lay on the ground after hearing the old fishman's low roar, and the voice was the only fishman in this river basin, plus the bloodline of the primeval fishman royal family, almost inherently deterred them ordinary fishmen.

It's just that as soon as the green fish-man shaman lay on the ground, he felt a slight coolness on the top of his head, and the Naga priest composed of faint blue light had already flown down and gently clicked on the fish-man's green head.

"I didn't expect that a casual trip would make me encounter such a big harvest!" After closing his eyes and perceiving for a moment, the Naga priest opened his eyes in surprise, and then grabbed the fishman's head, and stepped back like a pinched thing, and then clenched his fist, and a faint cry appeared around everyone out of thin air, but it was fleeting.