Under Ursales' control, the spirits wailed and slammed headlong into the crumbling barrier beside the well.

Satell tried to remove this layer of protection by the most brutal means!

The consequence of this is that the souls of these well guards will be completely wiped out......

"No!" Salorian apparently understood what was coming, and immediately stopped in the direction of the spirits, but their ethereal bodies passed through his chest and shattered against the shield.

A dull and rapid roar came from the invisible protective barrier, and at the same time as the last soul was wiped out, it seemed to be attached to sulfuric acid, and it collapsed and dissolved little by little. Slowly, but irreversibly.

"Salorian, we need to get out of here. Lanloth's heart sank, and he slowly approached the elven warrior with a dead face, and whispered.

After experiencing real death, Lanlos became a life-sparing person, which is not a shameful thing, after all, when a person dies, there is nothing. Of course, he is not a timid person.

He stood here because he was confident that he would save his life from Sartell while helping Salorian. But now, the sunwell is completely exposed to this demon......

He couldn't stop the other party from carrying out his plan, and it was better to flee here and ask for help.

Lanlos's words gave a twinkle in the latter's dull eyes, but to his disappointment, Salorian did not accept his advice.

"I will never let such a bastard defile the Well of the Sun!"

Hatred, anger, endless negativity has finally found a place to vent. Salorian mentioned Queldra, ignoring Lanros's eyes, and stepped forward, stepping on the gravel towards the stands.

Seeing this scene, Satelle sneered and shook his head: "It's stupid. ”

The scarlet scythe leaned forward slightly, and in an instant, a void arrow with a black and purple streamer appeared from it, pointing directly at Salorian who came from the air with his sword raised. At such a close distance, there was no way for the latter to avoid the attack.

However, he didn't seem to want to avoid it......

The inscription on the body of Queldra's sword suddenly bloomed with dazzling light, and the arcane energy spread throughout the blade in the blink of an eye, and as Salorian burst out with a low roar, the blue and purple intersecting sword light slashed straight down, splitting the Void Arrow in two with extreme precision.

Watching the Void Energy dissipate in the air, Lanloth's eyes widened again.

Demon-breaking attributes, which can be called a spellcaster's nightmare. However, most people can only use it on the protective spells of the breakthrough mage, and if you want to perfectly remove the guided attack spell of the Void Arrow, you must have a detailed understanding of the spell nodes in it, otherwise, there is a high probability that the magic power in it will be detonated.

The reason Lanloth was able to do this with Domka was because he was a spellcaster, but Salorian was a warrior......

But at the same time, he was also an elf, and his long years allowed them to spend enough time to learn and understand other things. How experienced is Salorian's fighting? Lanlos can be sure that he will not be his opponent in hand-to-hand combat.

Although he succeeded in disarming the enemy's spells, the force that returned back hindered Salorian's attack, and the latter returned to the ground once again. Just when he stabilized his body and raised his head, what caught his eye was the slender and slender fingers of the other party.

Shadow arrows rained down from above, mercilessly drowning Salorian. The incident happened suddenly, and the latter did not have time to think too much, and in a hurry, immediately lifted Queldra.

Boom –

The rain of shadow arrows slammed into the sword, and a huge roar echoed through the hall, setting off a huge cloud of smoke and dust. However, due to the nature of the shadow magic, the dust that had not yet spread quickly settled, revealing the embarrassed figure in it.

The original delicate armor was widely damaged, and the naked skin was torn apart with hideous wounds, and the hot blood dripped down the bright red armor to the ground, and soon completely soaked the broken floor under Salorian's feet.

The long hair fluttered gently in the air, and the faint color of blood rendered the sad atmosphere vividly. On his own, Salorian could never be a match for Satel!

The elven warrior is not a fool, and the opponent's spell-casting ability coupled with the condescending geographical advantage, if he continues to resist, he will definitely die.

But who makes himself a warrior?

"Your strength has weakened, haven't you eaten?!" the corners of his mouth trembled, and Salorian slowly raised his head, the scar on his resolute face seemed to come to life at this moment, unscrupulously showing his determination at the moment.

Unyielding, fearless, uncompromising!

Even if he died, he would surely fall with his back to the Well of the Sun. This is his duty, this is his glory, this is the oath for which he gave everything the moment he lifted up Queldra.

Heaven is on the left, warriors are on the right......

Seeing the bloodied elven warrior raise his two-handed greatsword again, this sentence suddenly appeared in Lanloth's heart.

Although it was only half a day's contact time, Lanlos could see that Salorian was not a reckless man, but knowing that rational judgment did not mean putting his life on the shelf.

A true warrior is never afraid to fight because of death, after all, in this world, there is always something more important than a person's life, and there is always something that can make them give everything for it.

For an outsider like Lanros, he would never be able to comprehend the place of the Well of the Sun in the High Elves' hearts, but he knew why Salorian had raised his sword again. And this made him envious.

Yes, envy, a warrior of faith is far more noble than a mercenary mage himself.

It's an embarrassing comparison......

Pouting, a bitter smile appeared on Lanlos's face, and he quietly manipulated a trace of magic power while the two faced each other. While Sallorian's spirit was admirable, that didn't change Lanlos's mind.

It's not that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he knows that his life is far more valuable than death. He didn't have the confidence to defeat Sartel, and instead of giving the enemy a double kill with a hot head, it was his right thing to do while Salorian was desperately holding the enemy away and looking for reinforcements.

In this way, Salorian's death can be worthwhile......

Leaving the last respectful glance of the elven warrior with his back to him, the soles of his feet were anointed with oil, and Lanlos immediately turned around and ran towards the gate, what camouflage and invisibility were all decorations in front of Sataire, and now he only needed speed.

Hearing the footsteps of Lanlos moving away quickly, Salorian pulled a smile with difficulty, regardless of the pain, steadily lifted Queldra, and once again taunted Sartel: "Didn't your master tell you? Even if he failed in Azeroth, why are you an enemy of us?!"

"Huh. As if unaware of Lanros' departure, Satel looked at Salorian and let out a low, cold laugh, "Mortal, I have personally experienced that war, and 10,000 years is enough time for us to reflect on the mistakes we made in the beginning. ”

The beating of his chest seemed to stop at this moment, and an irrepressible horror welled up in Salorian's mind, and when he saw that the opponent's wrist was about to be raised, he immediately roared and jumped hard.

However, his speed is too slow compared to the other party.

The palm of his hand was aimed at Lanloth, who was about to rush out of the hall, and Satel's knuckles suddenly tightened, and the invisible power was like countless tentacles, and in an instant, it climbed all over Lanloth's body.

Seeing that he was only one step away from the exit, Lan Luos's heart did not have time to rejoice, and in an instant, his body seemed to freeze and stopped all its operational abilities, and despair quickly spread in his mind.

Imprisoning the mage, Satier didn't look at Salorian who was slashing at him with his knife below, and the headwind reaper in his hand took advantage of the trend a little downward, and the surging shadow magic was like a wild beast out of the cage, mercilessly slamming into the latter's chest.

Due to his serious injuries and his desire to rescue Lanros, Salorian was unable to switch to a defensive stance in time, and the shadow impact violently stirred his body, and there were bursts of wails from his internal organs, and the strong force directly smashed his body into the floor.

"I agree with you. Although he was looking at Lanlos who was constantly struggling, it was obvious that Satelle was talking to the elven warrior below who still had a trace of breath.

"Sargeras brought defeat to the Legion's march, a shameful defeat!"

A surprising sneer appeared on Sataire's face, as a member of the Burning Legion, she was actually sarcastic about the master of the Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras?!

Such a big rebellion, why should she ......

As if in agreement, the beating soul fire in the eye socket of the demon's skull at the top of the Ursaleus Headwind Reaper suddenly burned even more vigorously.

Most of the artifacts are spiritual, but weapons like the Reaper Against the Wind are really rare, after all, not every scythe is inhabited by a Dreadlord.

Usares was ruined by Sargeras, and although he failed in the end of the revolution and could not escape the clutches of the Dark Titans, he did not surrender to it, which is why his masters could not escape his devouring fate in the end.

He will not willingly surrender to the hands of Sargeras and his lackeys.

But Satel was different, her ambitions far exceeded all the demons he had seen in the past......