Happy times are always short-lived...... In fact, it should not be called joy.

Behind him, the Nagfar stood calmly in the harbor, and Lanloth stood in the shadow of the bone ship, smiling and staring at Gail in front of him, not saying a word.

In fact, the two have been holding this action for a while, and even others feel the strong embarrassment between the two sides.

To explain the reason, Lanlos quietly glanced at the large collapsed houses behind the other party.

And, it doesn't stop there.

"When Odin made a move. Finally, Gail's deep voice broke the silence, "You and he didn't think about us, did you?"

The air between the two suddenly froze, and the smile on Lanloth's face froze for a moment, then slowly converged. He didn't answer, but his silence had already given Gale an answer.

The latter realized this and showed an embarrassed smile with a slight self-deprecation: "Although the fog has lifted, the port of the contempt is not what it used to be, and we will leave soon, here, I can only wish you a smooth journey." ”

After a long while, Lanlos sighed silently and nodded, "I hope we can meet again." ”

"There will be a day. With no expectation on his face, Gail forced a smile and turned to leave.

Seeing the bleak back fade away, Lanlos stepped onto the steps without saying a word.

Woo!

The melodious sound of the horn echoed in the fjord, and the expression on Gael's face was extremely complicated as he watched his compatriots reluctantly watch the 'Odin Emissary' fade away.

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Heading south through the strait that runs through Stormfjord, the Nagfar soon entered the sea through its mouth to sea. The sails of this bone ship are as thin as tattered sheets, but they sail faster than you can imagine.

After all, this is not a sailboat, but a magical ship that burns with soul energy.

Staring at the lantern in his hand, Lanros seemed to faintly hear the mournful wails of the evil spirits in the cabin.

"Where are you going next?" Beside her, after experiencing the initial novelty, Stella, who was bored with the monotonous blue sea, approached.

"Asuna, aren't you going home?" replied Lanlos absent-mindedly.

"I mean after that. Stella quietly looked at the mage's side face, and there was a hint of imperceptible anticipation in her tone, "Will you stay in Asuna?"

Lanlos shook his head without thinking: "Of course not, the orc invasion continues, my homeland and relatives and friends are still suffering from the poison of war, and Azeroth needs me." ”

Although his words were not impassioned at all, it was precisely because of that helplessness that they seemed very true and sincere.

Looking at the mage's well-defined face, the slightly softened lines of its melancholy temperament quietly stirred her mind. In the past few days, Lanlos's performance can be said to be obvious to all, coupled with the tacit cooperation between the two in the previous battles, Stella can be regarded as a slight change in this elf.

"Of course, if your grandfather didn't break me to pieces when I sent you back. ”

“...... No, what do you think of us?" retorted angrily, Stella Gosa could not tolerate others slandering her family. But then again, it was indeed their fault to fight without asking the reason.

Although she was angry at the slightly mocking smile, the girl still felt a little guilty in her heart.

"I'm sorry about the previous incident, I'll make everything clear to my grandfather. ”

Facing the girl's sincere eyes, Lan Luoston, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled lightly: "Thank you." ”

Not everyone can see through the truth as easily as Gail, and some things may be better off as if they never happened. It's simpler, at least there won't be so many worries.

Looking at the endless sea ahead, Lanlos's mind drifted away.

None of them noticed that on the mast, covered with seaweed and moss, an owl with dull feathers was staring at them with piercing eyes, motionless, like a sculpture.

Asuna was once the magical research institute of the upper elves 10,000 years ago, but now, it is the Broken Lands, the Land of the Damned.

Tides and sea water have torn apart entire continental plates, splitting the once bird-like mountain woodland into several pieces.

Compared to other areas, the southernmost island is extremely deserted. The cold, humid climate gives the vegetation and land of the entire island a dull hue.

On a cliff on the edge of the coast, a figure completely encased in a broad leafy green cloak stood silently. The metal helmet stretched out its long wings from between the eyebrows, and its long silver hair poked out from the back of his head, gently fluttering in the sea breeze.

Her metal-clad hands poked out of her cloak slightly, clutching a blade resembling a full moon, the sharp saw blades lining it densely, casting a cold, dangerous sheen in the dim sunlight.

On the sea, a rapidly approaching dark shadow caught her attention.

As she raised her arm, the black shadow let out a long, sharp roar and fluttered down steadily.

An owl with slender eyebrows that resembled her helmet.

As a purple glow appeared in her hand, an eagle and a person, and all four eyes flashed at the same time. In that light, the familiar scenes became clearer and clearer.

Broken Beach, Tomb of Sargeras, Scorn Harbor......

"Hmph. "It's a woman wrapped in metal armor," Mavi would have been excited if she knew this. ”

Jumping off the cliff, the woman's slender legs tapped one after another on the rocks on the cliff, like a vigorous bobcat, and soon disappeared into the jungle.

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The fog dissipated, and the overall view of the port became clear.

Unfortunately, it is no longer possible to restore its former glory, and in the collapsed streets, the residents of Viku are scavenging for supplies that can be used and are ready to leave.

It's ridiculous, the fog lifts, and they're leaving.

Standing on the shore, Gale had a self-deprecating look on his face.

"What's that?" Beside him, Colon looked at the sea with a horrified expression. Gale turned his head when he heard the news, and what caught his sight was all too familiar in the past, fog?!

Wow!

The sudden surging tide greedily licked the back of Gail's shoes, and his whole body tensed at this moment as the cold crept through his feet and up his brain.

"All on alert!"

Rumble!

A deafening bang suddenly exploded on the shore, and as the smoke cleared, a thick tentacle that had smashed deep into the ground was slowly retracting into the sea. Looking in that direction, a huge black shadow broke through the sea and slowly became clear in everyone's sight.

"He, where is he?" The thick and hoarse voice was mixed with endless anger, the master of the underworld was actually an obstacle that tore through the plane, and came to reality!

"Hela!"

Colon was even quicker than Gail's reaction, raising his spear and roaring to charge.

Bang!

The thick and powerful tentacles burst out of the sea, wrapped in unrivaled power, and directly smashed the small Viku warriors away.

"Collon, no!" Seeing his brother flying in the blood mist, slumping to the side like a marionette with a broken string, Gail's eyes were instantly split, and the terrible roar seemed to tear his throat.

"Are you going to rebel against me, mortal?" Hela looked at this scene with a look of enjoyment.

Gail didn't reply, he just grabbed the wide greatsword tightly and laid the blazing eyes on the other party viciously.

"I appreciate your courage. Hela scratched her chin, her only remaining eye glinting dangerously cold, "But you're in the wrong position." ”

"Must be punished. ”

Rumble!

As soon as Hela finished speaking, a huge wave hundreds of meters high suddenly churned from both sides of her body, and even, at the top of the wave, countless Hylagar were letting out bursts of crazy cheers.

The already large area of the collapsed harbor was completely reduced to ruins under the huge waves.

In my ears, there were countless wails of familiar voices, and the sound of blades cutting flesh and blood came and went. The sharp steel knife seemed to cut his heart again and again. Gail only felt that his whole body had become in a trance, and even a little scarlet blood appeared on the hilt of the sword he was clutching.

Boundless hatred erupted in his mind, and Gail swung his greatsword, opened his mouth and let out a roar that soared into the sky, and rushed forward with a step.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was still tentacles, but this time, more than a dozen tentacles broke through the sea surface together, and instantly wrapped Gael in layers.

Seeing the powerless and struggling and roaring Viku warriors slowly dragged into the sea by tentacles, Hela grinned and showed a hideous smile: "Yes, that's it, hatred, anger, and then fall into eternal despair!"

"Everything you have will eventually surrender to me. ”

"Take your hatred to hell!"

"Haha......"

The last thing Gale heard would be the only thing he would hear for countless years to come, except for Hela's menacing laughter.