Feng Shui took turns, and this time it was Tosedrin's turn to be suppressed by the strange power of Sarren.

The dragon's claws that stepped on the twin swords suddenly exerted force, sending Tosedrin's weapons flying.

With the door wide open, Torcedrin struggled to adjust his stance as he flew backwards, but Saljan, who followed closely, left several deep claw marks on the plate armor on his bear's chest with his sharp claws.

When the dragon's claws hit the armor, several different colored lights flashed on the surface of Tocedrin's armor, drastically reducing the damage of Sarren's attack.

"Tsk~ is worthy of being the governor in charge of a city, and he is really rich."

Tocedrin's body was clearly wearing magical armor.

It is preliminarily estimated that in addition to the multiple defense enchantments, this armor should also have a lightweight effect, otherwise it would be impossible for Torcedrin to wear him to walk like a fly.

Caught off guard and in a violent mood, Tosedrin's face showed a furious look after he landed.

"Despicable commoners, dare to disobey me, the prince?!"

"Die!"

After the dragon's humanization, Sarean's dynamic vision increased, and this time he finally saw the trajectory of Tosedrin's movements.

"Smack!"

With his hands clasped together, he caught Torcedrin's stabbing double-ended sword in the middle, and Sarean tried hard, but couldn't get the magic sword in the middle.

"Drink!"

Without waiting for Torcedrin to strike another double-headed sword, Sarlian took the initiative to let go of his hands and approached, and slammed his forehead covering half of the scales into Torcedrin's unarmored head.

"Boom!"

The unexpected headbutt disrupted Torcedrin's posture, and when he tilted his head back, Salian reached out and grabbed his left foot, which he unconsciously raised as he leaned back.

"Boom, boom!"

The powerful Sarlian grabbed Tosedrin's broken doll and threw him on the ground from side to side.

Although under the protection of the magical armor, Sarjan's attacks did not do any substantial damage, but they were extremely insulting.

【Forehead...... Why does this scene feel a little familiar? 】

[Grass, this is a famous scene! 】

[Hulk: Phew, what a weak god.] 】

Sarren didn't have time to watch the barrage at this moment, and the inability to break through Tosedrin's defenses made him a little anxious.

Neither the dragon's transformation nor the Celestial Descend can last, and once the blessing state ends, the huge power gap between him and Tosedlin will be exposed again.

"Ahem!"

Stunned, Torcedrin finally came to his senses and slashed at Sarean's forearm, piercing the dragon's scales' defenses and bringing up a line of blood.

"Tsk!"

The painful Sarlian withdrew his hand and retreated, and Tosedlin took the opportunity to adjust his posture and rushed towards Sarren again with a frenzied expression.

"That's it!"

A clear shout came from the sky, and a large rain of arrows sent down so that the advancing Tocedlin had to change direction and dodge in confusion.

He could feel the power contained in these arrows, which his magical armor could not resist.

"Young High Elf, you've done your job well."

A muscular figure fell from the sky, just in front of Saljan.

"Leave it to me next, you take care of your injuries first."

"Buzz!"

Popping out the moon wheel in her hand, the female warrior who fell from the sky and the frightened Tosedlin became a mess.

"Whew~"

Seeing that Sheldis arrived in time, Salian breathed a sigh of relief and began to use a recovery spell to treat the bloody wounds on his body.

I don't know what the quality of Tosedrin's weapon is, and the dragon scales can only reduce the damage received to a certain extent.

Fortunately, Sarren's own recovery ability is very strong, and with the assistance of healing spells, he quickly scabbed over those not serious wounds to stop bleeding.

In just such a short period of time, the enemy, whom Saljan could not deal with with all his might, was already powerless under the strong attack of Santis.

【emmmm…… Is this the unevenness of the world? 】

[Santis is too strong! Sure enough, Xiao Sa still has a long way to go. 】

[Sarayan is still very young, how can he compare with these 10,000-year-old monsters? He's progressing fast enough. 】

The triangular moon wheel that emitted a moon-white light easily tore apart the magic armor on Tosedrin's body, and it was obviously of extraordinary quality.

However, the gap between the two does not come from the quality of the equipment, but from the more pure strength.

Before leaving the Feather Moon Fortress, Sarjan secretly observed Santis with her Eagle Eye technique.

Santis's main combat class is Sentinel, which is an astonishing level 58, and the subclass is the special class Luna Priest, who also has a high level of 5.

The moon-white glow attached to Santis's weapon is supposed to be her subclass at work.

The quality of the original equipment was extraordinary, coupled with the crushing of strength, Torsedrin, who was dressed in kryptonite equipment, only lasted a few minutes, and the head full of horror flew into the sky.

'It's progressing fast enough...... Is it? ’

Looking at the warrior level who had just been promoted to 4, Salian sighed silently.

Having witnessed the battle firsthand, he once again realized that there was still a huge gap between himself and the true masters.

But this did not discourage him, but further fueled Sarean's fighting spirit.

After a period of adaptation, as long as the dragon-human transformation is maintained for a certain period of time, Salian will no longer suffer from backlash.

If he can perfectly master the transformation of the dragonman, he believes that sooner or later, he will be able to compete with many powerhouses in Azeroth.

But now, he needs more time to continue to grow.

"Phew!"

The jealous and hateful Santis looked at Torsedrin, who was in a different place, in disgust: "The scum who attacked his own people is not a pity to die!" ”

"Sarren!"

At the end of the battle, Valera arrived just in time to examine Sarean nervously.

"How's your injury? Didn't hurt the internal organs, did you? ”

"Huh?"

Sheldis's smiling eyes made Sarren's face a little uncomfortable, and he hurriedly pressed Valeera's little hand that was groping around.

"Okay, it's not that you don't know my recovery ability, it's just a little skin trauma, it's nothing."

Santis smiled, turned his back to the two and waved his hand and said, "I'll go clean up the mess first, I've worked hard for you, let's rest for a while." ”

……

When the Sentinels joined the fray, the turmoil caused by Sindra was quickly quelled.

All the die-hard Sindra, including Thorcedrin himself, were swept away by the sentinels, and Imotar, who had been imprisoned for 10,000 years and was weakened, was killed by Shantis himself.

But it was a relief for Imotar.

Demons cannot be completely killed outside of the Warped Void, and their souls will return to their base camp at death to be resurrected.

However, after being imprisoned and tortured for 10,000 years, it is unknown if Imortar will have a shadow over Azeroth.

After the chaos subsided, the Sentinels and the moderate Sindra led by Talleville confronted each other on both sides of the central square.

It wasn't until Salian and Valera arrived on the scene that Santis opened her eyes and announced her decision.

"The Sentinels have received an order to spy on Eresaras and eliminate the hidden danger posed by Intosedrin's madness."

"Now that Torsedlin has been ambushed, we will not kill the upper elves who still have good intentions."

Shantis looked around: "Eresaras has been ruined to this point, and Imortar has been killed by me, you need to think carefully about how to solve the addiction that the upper elves can't escape." ”

Tallerville frowned and asked tentatively, "If we want to join the Night Elves, the Moon Well ......"

"Impossible."

An inexplicable look flashed in Shantis's eyes, and he said categorically, "High Priest Tyrande Whisper will not agree. ”

Valilla understood the somewhat complicated look in Santis' eyes.

She didn't mind Sindra joining the Night Elves, but it wasn't up to her.

"Hey~"

Talleville glanced at Lederos and the others, and was not too surprised by this result.

"As you say, Eresaras is no longer habitable."

"We are willing to hand over the use of this ancient city to the Night Elves, and we only hope that General Santis will allow us to take with us the ancient texts that Sindra has preserved to this day."

Santis didn't embarrass them, nodded briskly and said, "Yes, we only need some of these tomes that are suitable for the Night Elves, and you can take all the rest with you." ”

"But ......, with all due respect, have you figured out where you're going?"

Tallerville nodded with a heavy expression: "Anyway, it's all uprooted, it's better to go farther." ”

"We intend to accept Sarjan's invitation to cross the Endless Sea to the High Elf realm on the other side, Quel'Salas." (To be continued)