Even if he didn't use evil powers, and didn't rely on the Eye of Sargeras's deterrence against demons, Lanlos would be able to deal with these beasts with ease.

That's the importance of equipment, and Edrune, who was forged from an artifact-grade Sdomka Slayer, is simply not as sharp as the skin of these Hellhounds can resist.

With the attributes of Lanloth's 20 strength and 19 agility, coupled with Gianna's brute force of a bull and the grace of a cat, he wielded his sword like a god, and in the blink of an eye, he slaughtered all sides in the enemy formation.

Although Adruin, who could easily wield a large sword only in his demonic form, had Wind Fury Strike and Blade Dance, and the speed and force with which he swung his sword were terrifyingly strong.

Lan Luo has not been trained in two-handed sword combat, and there is no skill to talk about with one move and one style, but the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, with such a sharpened sword like clay, he doesn't have to think about the angle of slashing at all, and if he touches it, he will either die or be injured.

Of course, Wind Fury Strike and Blade Dance are both techniques that use the magic power contained in the flesh and blood in the body, and although they don't cause too much mental burden, they still have a lot of physical load. Although his physique had reached 19 under many improvements, he was already a slender elf, and with his neglect of training, he used these combat techniques one after another, and Lan Luos's breathing quickly became heavy.

Fortunately, the ethereal spirit's reaction was not unpleasant, and the swift counterattack relieved his pressure in time.

Although the Ethereal Spirit has been restrained a lot, after all, this strange race has been in and out of the realms for many years, and its combat skills and abilities are naturally beyond doubt. The demon's defeat was a foregone conclusion, and seeing that his surprise attack had been fruitful, Lanlos breathed a sigh of relief, reined in his strength, and fought and retreated.

However, just as his castration slowed down, a large hound as tall as an adult suddenly pounced from the side, and a terrifying roar erupted from the bloody jaw, and the dense sharp teeth threatened to tear him apart.

Bang!

The elven swordsman lunged and bent over, his left arm raised above the top, the lumpy carving on the back of the pitch-black armour shining with a holy golden glow, against the jaw of the monster that could almost swallow him in one bite, motionless, comparable to a mountain.

With a flip of the wrist, the sword dragged behind him on the floor, the sharp blade splashing a large spark, ready to fire, and the piercing hiss turned into a long roar in an instant.

Scold!

The bright sword light flashed in the air, and the hellhound suddenly stopped struggling, and a large stream of blood suddenly gushed out from his throat, squeezing the flat wound that was deep and visible to the bone outward.

Unable to dodge, Lanloth was splashed with the stinking blood, and his brow furrowed, and he glanced at the brown and green liquid scattered around his body.

Although evil power has not been present to demons since they were born, there is no doubt that after countless years of evolution, this explosive and powerful magic power has long become a force that demons rely on.

The Hellhound's ability to feed on magic is amplified to the extreme with the help of evil powers.

Thinking of this, Lanloth stopped advancing and retreated to guard the passage where he came, stopping all the hellhounds who were trying to covet Gianna behind.

Even the ethereal spirits have been forced into such a predicament by these monsters, and this girl is afraid that she will not be able to deal with it.

Looking at the elf's not generous back, Gianna's original anxiety about these hideous and ugly demonic monsters gradually calmed down. While magic can't deal effective damage to the Hellhounds, it's much easier to deal with those Flame Imps.

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Ten minutes later, after the last few demons jumped off the platform in panic and disappeared into the turbulence of time and space, the battle finally came to an end.

It's finally over.

Lanloth put away the non-staining Adruin and stood beside Gianna, his eyes fixed on the group of ethereals who were cleaning up the battlefield as the other party reluctantly cleaned up the stains on his body.

He had also heard some of the ethereal spirits' conversations during the battle just now, and it was obvious that he couldn't understand them. However, this race has been wandering the astral plane and the warped void for so many years, and naturally it has long learned how to avoid language problems becoming an obstacle to communication.

Sure enough, a spellcaster wearing a dark red hood walked out of the crowd. The Ethereal Spirit's trademark bandage couldn't tell who was who, but the magical aura on the Arcanist's outfit was noticeably stronger.

Although it is made of soft silk cloth, with the blessing of magic, I am afraid that ordinary swords will not leave any traces on it at all. Such an exquisite enchantment technique that even Lanloth, who was born in Quel'Salas, was blushing.

It's just a pity that it is precisely because of this skillful enchantment technique that the armor of the ethereal spirit appears to be a little thin, and even a warrior will not wear full-body armor. This habit will naturally suffer greatly when faced with a creature like Hellhound, which restrains magic.

"Thank you for your help, High Elves. Just as Lanlos was estimating the value of the dark red robe, a voice that didn't appear stiff burst into his ears.

"Do you speak the lingua franca of Azeroth?, and do you know my race?" said Lanros's eyes widening in surprise.

"It's teleportation magic through telepathic connections, and as for Azeroth's message, our people have been in contact with many powerful spellcasters on this planet. As if to show his honesty, the Ethereal Spirit bowed slightly and stroked his chest, although it was not standard, but it was indeed the Salas etiquette that Lanlos was familiar with, "Loyal thanks to the two of you for your help, I and my unfortunate compatriots are called Ethereal Spirits, my name is Sovax, and I am their leader." ”

"Unfortunately?" Lanlos's gaze swept over Sovax to look at the void spirit behind him who was sewing bandages, and then landed on the familiar figure lying on the ground behind them, his heart slightly startled, but his face did not change in the slightest, "Where to start?"

"We were originally a caravan to and from the astral plane, but we made a mistake on the way to the last phase jump and came here. As you can see, this place is extremely chaotic in time and space, and we have encountered several crises on our way back to find a way back. ”

"How many times?" Glancing at the corpses of the demons on the ground, Lanlos asked as if puzzled, "Are there more than these demons?"

"Yes. Sovax subconsciously looked directly above him, sighed deeply, and briefly recounted the ins and outs of the matter.

According to him, the Ethereal Spirit broke into the space about a week ago. As soon as they arrived here, they were attacked by a large number of demons, and just as the Ethereal Spirit was about to retreat, another powerful enemy broke into the battlefield on both sides, using powerful ice magic to defeat almost all the demons, and also brought great losses to the Ethereal Spirit.

"He appears to be a human from Azeroth, wielding a powerful staff of ice and driving a full-grown Void Dragon to come and go through this chaotic space, defeating us and demons with a single glance. ”

The Ice Staff, if nothing else, should be the cold of Ebony. But that human, could it be Medivan?

Lanlos frowned, and then shook his head silently in his heart.

If Medivan were to be resurrected, and still under the control of Sargeras, he would not have wasted his energy on such useless work on the Library, and there would be no reason to destroy the demons and ethereals along with them. It shouldn't be him, at least not the one who is still controlled by Sargeras.

Using logical loopholes to negate his guesses, Lan Luos breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then shifted his focus to another key point in the other party's mouth: "Void Dragon?"

"A dragon creature that has been mutated by the chaotic energy of the distorted Void, the human and the Void Dragon immediately attacked us as we approached the stable phase anchor in this area. ”

"What is a phase anchor?"

"No matter how distorted and chaotic a plane is, as long as it can form a connection channel with other planes, there must be a relatively stable anchor coordinates. It's like a two-dimensional line segment and an endpoint, and if we find the endpoint of this plane, we can return to our original position through the transition technique. ”

"Hmm......" Lanros scratched his cheek and casually perfected his question, "I mean, where did you say that phase anchor is?"

Seeing the other party's blank face, Sovax suddenly realized that this elf was only a swordsman after all, and the plane theory was already an esoteric knowledge in arcane magic, which was obviously seriously beyond his existing knowledge to him.

"I was negligent. Bowing in apologies, Sovax turned his gaze directly above the Twisted Library, "After our investigation, the distortion of time and space in this area originates from the stargazing hall above the library. The surging energy of the Demon Web Nexus caused a drastic change in the dimensional observation magic within, which led to the appearance of us, the demon, and the Void Dragon. ”

Of course, Lanlos is not a novice in time and space knowledge, and in addition to what Sovax said, he himself has a deeper understanding.

In fact, the magic of the Stargazing Hall was largely Draenor before the mutation, which is why Lanros and Terley were banished to that world back then. In other words, if nothing else, it is very likely that the Ethereal Spirits, Demons, and Void Dragons all came from Draenor and its vicinity.

The Void Dragon is supposed to be the baby dragon and dragon egg that the orcs brought back when they retreated, and the demon is attracted by the chaotic energy caused by the destruction of Draenor, as for the ethereal spirit, it should be to find a fortune opportunity in that broken world.

Contacting the other party's story, Lan Luo Si relied on three points of speculation to find out the ins and outs of the matter, and then pretended to hesitate, pondered for a moment and said: "To be honest, the two of us came here to be entrusted by someone, precisely to recover a staff of ice, I think nine times out of ten it is the staff in the hand of the person you encountered." ”

"I wonder if you can elaborate on that?"

Behind her, Gianna had been quietly looking at the bandaged ethereal spirits until Lanlos emphasized 'being entrusted by people', and then subconsciously glanced at the elf's back.

Along the way, this guy also briefly explained some things to himself. The internal composition of the ethereal spirit is mixed, and most of them are mercenary existences such as merchants, robbers, and thieves, and it is difficult to accurately judge whether they are friendly or not.

Emphasizing that one's purpose is only to entrust, including camouflaging swordsmen, it is also to guard against the ill intentions of the void spirits, so that there is room for maneuver.

After all, knowing that the two of them are only entrusted to people, not the victims, even if the ethereal spirit has bad intentions towards the cold of Ebony, there is a greater probability that they will not die in this helping friendship.

But from Gianna's point of view, this disguise is very, very, very unnecessary!

Regardless of the fact that the two of them are the life-saving benefactors of the ethereal spirits, the embarrassment caused by this guy's sudden removal of his coat just now caused her to want to get into the cracks in the ground will be remembered on the frame of shame for the rest of her life.

The burning gaze behind his back made Lanlos's eyelids jump wildly, making his polite smile stiffer and stiffer, causing Sovax to inexplicably begin to reflect on whether there was something wrong with his words and actions.