Soon, the weightlessness disappeared, and when there was a hard feeling on the soles of his feet, Lanlos slowly opened his eyes.

At the foot of the road, there is an open balcony.

The first thing that caught his eye was a blue sea with no borders in sight, and on the other side of the strait, a pillar of pale golden light rising into the sky was brilliant and dazzling, reflecting in the blue eyes of Lanlos, making him feel warm from the heart.

The Well of the Sun, the foundation of Quel'Salas.

For every elf, this well is their pride and their regenerative parent. From the very beginning of her establishment, the splendor of the Well of the Sun has fed Queldore.

She gave Queldore wisdom, life, and strength, while also bringing splendor to the land. What's more, she can bring home all the enemies who come to Quel'Thalas. Whether you are a troll or an orc, stepping into the sunwell-blessed Bantenorel will weaken the connection to magic.

At the same time, under the protection of the Sun Well, Silvermoon City is impregnable!

However, what happened recently made Lanlos sigh, the infiltration of demons, the arrogance of trolls, and the theft of rune stones, the power of Bantinorel was greatly reduced, and the secrecy and security of the elven kingdom were threatened like never before......

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The long golden hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and the delicate face showed the spirit and youth that did not lose his spirit at all, if it weren't for the deliberately left goatee, I'm afraid no one would believe that the High Elf in front of him was actually the dean of Fatherin, the Magister Sorenya!

Bowing slightly, Lanlos has always maintained considerable respect for the strong.

"It's beautiful. ”

But she was threatened. Solania put away the smile on her face, revealing a hint of concern, a sternness that made Lanlos raise his heart to his throat.

"Did Verin tell you?" the boy asked cautiously.

"Demons, and you. Solania nodded, and just like that, facing the wind, he carefully looked at the prosperous scenery of Queldanus Island, and it seemed that his attention was on the other side of the channel, but Lanlos vaguely felt a pair of eyes on him.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to ask the sinner. As if sensing the other's discomfort, Sorenia turned and looked Lanlos in the eye, "Verin, you, and I all want to drive the demons out of this land, at least in this regard, we are all the way. ”

"Although you have a deep understanding of our enemies, ......" After a pause, Sorenia's gaze became cold, and he struck mercilessly, "You are too weak!"

"I don't care how short your time is to be a spellcaster, how talented you are, I only look at the results. ”

"In front of the enemy, you can only survive now...... But we don't want a burden, we want an ally!"

"During this time I will do my best to train you, you only have two choices, metamorphosis, or leave now. ”

It was as if even the air was responding to Solania, and a gust of wind suddenly hit, lifting the hem of Lanlos's clothes, making him feel cold inexplicably.

He suddenly remembered the strangeness of Verin's words when he was sending him a message, and he had an epiphany when he looked at the stern mage in front of him.

Verin played a word game with himself, and what he called 'good' was not the result, but what Sorenia said, metamorphosis, metamorphosis in the process......

"Have you made up your mind?"

Obviously, Solania was not as patient as he seemed, and his restless tone revealed obvious impatience, which made Lanlos's thoughts pull back in an instant, and at the same time, the corners of the latter's mouth hooked up a smile.

He didn't have a choice, and although this 'benefit' was different from what he expected, he couldn't give it up. Again, there was no reason for him to back down.

"Let the horses come!"

The corners of his mouth slowly grinned, and Solania's smile became a little hideous, but Lanlos didn't notice it, and the color of satisfaction flashed in it: "Very good, I hope you can hold on for a few more days......"

What do you mean?

Before Lan Luo could carefully interpret the other party's emotion, another dazzling light of teleportation magic flashed, and the two people on the balcony disappeared in an instant, leaving only the still fierce sea breeze.

Zuaman, where the trees are tall and luxuriant, and the verdant natural scenery is less amazing than the Yongge Forest, but it is more secluded and mysterious.

Walking slowly up the moss-covered steps, Kergash's eyes finally saw his target.

Zurkin was sitting upright on a throne made of stone and bones, and the sorcery lord in a wooden mask was placing four lifelike animal idols beside him.

As Malakas threw a cloud of soaked leaves into the brazier, a thick black mist quickly rose from it, condensing and converging around it.

However, the Demon Lord did not continue with the next step of the ritual, looking at the Dark Pine Chief as he walked up the steps, his face flashing with obvious disapproval, but he did not make any comments on the other party's actions to interrupt his ritual.

This power belongs to Zulkin.

"What are you doing here?" Through the dark and dense fog, Zurkin's sharp gaze stared directly at Kergash, and the dissatisfaction was obvious.

"Lord Overseer, I'm here to talk to you about the 'bodyguards'. Bowing slightly, Kergash's words made the other party's eyes narrow slightly.

"I repeat, Zuaman doesn't need demonic powers!"

Without a response, Kergash stepped out of the way, and two tall trolls slowly stepped out under the watchful eye of the Amani hunters.

They were a full circle smaller than Leash, but their three-meter-tall bodies were still thick and slender, and while they had devastating power, they had enough intelligence to carry out Kergash's orders.

At the very least, there won't be a kite being flown by a small mid-level mage.

Thinking back to the elven mage, a look of resentment flashed across Kergash's face.

If it hadn't been for my master's instructions, I would have killed him, I would have ......

"It's not demonic power, it's our power!" clenched his fists, Kergash retorted fearlessly.

Since the sheikh's return to Zuaman, his temper seems to have grown......

Zurkin looked at the other in silence, and the latter's gloomy eyes seemed to reveal a faint flame, a green flame.

Perceiving the disdain and disappointment in the other man's gaze, Kergash felt a nameless fire rising in his chest: "Don't look at me like that! Everything I do is for our people!"

"With these war machines, we will not only be able to capture the rune stones, but we will also be able to easily tear through the elven defenses and win this victory!"

After a short silence, Zulkin slowly got up and moved forward, letting the dark fog blow over him: "Do you understand what this means?"

"This means that we will be able to take back our land!"

"But we will be completely spit on by all souls!"

With this power, all souls are nothing but our slaves......

The words only echoed in Kergash's heart, and he glanced at the cold-eyed hex lord in the corner, but somehow, he didn't say it.

"As long as you and your people fight for Zuaman, I can tolerate your mistakes, but I will never allow you to break the line. Although Zulkin's figure is not burly, his waist is a little taller than that of most trolls, and he came to Kergash and looked down at each other with a sharp gaze, "Bring these 'bodyguards' of yours back, they are not welcome here!"

"You'll change your mind......"

His clenched teeth gradually relaxed, and Chief Dark Song was silent for a long time, and with a hideous and gloomy smile, he turned away angrily.

Looking at the rickety figure that gradually walked down the high platform, an inexplicable brilliance appeared on Malakas's face, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.