The Dakar and its people have been entrenched in this foggy swamp for thousands of years.

The name Dakar is the name given to the strongest misty panther by the hunters of the Hidden Pathways and Kaolin tribes.

But in fact, the name has been passed down for many generations, and the Dakar that is now trapped is no longer the one that caused the disappearance of the Eagle Spear in the first place.

Although each generation of Dakar has good strength, they are only short-lived monsters after all, and they do not have an infinite lifespan.

"Bang!"

At the same time as Weensa's feathered arrows were fired, the modern-day Dakar finally broke free from the ice, realizing that it had been ambushed.

"Whew!"

Powerful arrows grazed the fur of Dakar's abdomen and shot into the ground, and the pained panther fled with agility, once again hiding in the thick fog.

Wen Lesa was not in a hurry, but Ulan regretted it.

"Damn! Just a little bit. ”

"Don't worry."

Wen Lesa crouched down, and saw a faint red trace of warmth in the thermal field of vision.

"It's hurt, come with me!"

Blood that has just left the body will inevitably carry some warmth, but they will quickly become cold over time.

Following the blood that was still hot, Wen Lesa and the three of them successfully tracked down to the lair of the Misty Black Panther.

"Woo......"

Judging by the slight whimpering sound, the injured Dakar should be licking his wounds in his lair.

Wen Lesa took a deep breath, took out the flare from the space package, and said solemnly: "The time for the decisive battle has come, act according to the plan." ”

Valera nodded silently, and the next second she melted into the fog and disappeared without a trace.

Ulan, covered in swamp sludge, walked lightly to the cave door.

The cold sludge masks the temperature of the human body, and the unpleasant smell of sludge prevents the Dakar from smelling any unwanted odors.

It wasn't until Ulan set the trap and returned to Winlesa's side that Dakar, who was still cultivating, didn't notice anything abnormal.

The little mist realm that was held in Wen Leisa's arms arched her chest, looking at her new master with pitiful eyes.

Wen Lesa gently touched the little black panther's head, and used the soul link to comfort it softly: "I will try to save its life as much as possible, but ...... Once the battle starts, I can't say what surprises will happen along the way. ”

Putting the little black panther back in his arms, Wen Leisa's expression gradually cooled.

Confirming that both companions were in place, Winlesa bent her bow and fired the flares strapped to the arrows in front of the door of Dakar's lair.

"Da~"

The slight movement alerted Dakar, and the sudden burst of flare light flashed white in front of its eyes, which had long been accustomed to darkness.

Losing his thermal vision, Dakar panicked and fled from the lair, inadvertently triggering a trap set by Ulan.

"Whew!"

Countless venomous snakes poured out of the trap basket and bit Dakar's limbs with their mouths wide open, causing the misty panther to let out a cry of pain and panic.

"Do it!"

With Winlessa's order, Valeera flashed behind Karl in a shadowy step without warning.

Although he couldn't see, Dakar sensed something strange behind him through his keen hearing in the thick fog, and the leopard's tail like a steel whip flung at Valeera, who was wielding a dagger.

In terms of strength, Valeera is far from being an opponent of the Dakar, and unsurprisingly was bounced off by the leopard's tail.

But when the twin daggers grazed Dakar's tail, the poison applied to the dagger took the opportunity to mix into the wound cut by the dagger.

"Whoosh! Sou! ”

Winlesa and Ulan shot at the same time, and two feathered arrows struck Dakar in the neck and abdomen, respectively.

Annoyed by the poisonous snake, Dakar finally jumped out of place, and his eyesight began to gradually recover.

After struggling to hold on for a short time under the siege of the three of them, the toxin injected into Dakar's body began to take effect, and its originally powerful limbs gradually weakened, and its steps staggered a little.

Unable to dodge another round of long-range fire from the enemy, the poisonous Dakar could no longer move freely, and was knocked on the back of the head by Valeera with the hilt of a knife, and finally fell unwillingly.

"Over here, search!"

The whole battle seemed to be going well, but in fact, the three of them had been preparing for this ambush for nearly a week, in order to end the battle as soon as Kvadir heard the commotion.

Wen Lesa opened her bow and aimed at the dense fog behind her, and without hesitation, she quickly drew her bow and shot a shuttle of arrows, and soon there was a scream in the fog.

"Ulan!"

"Leave it to me!"

The majestic Ulan ran to the unconscious Dakar in three or two steps, and carried the black panther on his shoulder with one hand.

By the time the dozen or so Kvadir were left scolding and rushing to the place where the battle had taken place, the scene was already empty.

"Damn! Pursue! Be sure to find the intrusion ......"

Before the lead Kvadir could finish his cruel words, there was a tingling pain in his vest.

Theoretically, Kvadir, who is already an undead, cannot be completely killed by physical attacks.

But this pain does not come from the body alone, but also from the soul.

"Uhh

Falling to the ground in pain, the Kvadir squad leader turned around with difficulty.

A small sharp stone pillar covered in gray energy was still floating in midair, as if it was some kind of pre-set lore trap.

"Immediately...... Notice...... Hela......"

Holding on to the last sentence, Captain Kvadir was scattered on the spot, leaving only a foul of fishy aquatic weeds in its place.

……

Ever since Sareen told Imerel about his conjectures, the leader of the Hidden Pathways has been preoccupied lately.

The Hidden Passage was originally established to prepare for and deal with the Burning Legion, and now that he learned that a demon might have infiltrated the Supreme Ridge, Imerel did not sleep well for several days.

She has already summoned the elite members around the world through the channels of the Secret Passage, hoping that they will find time to come to the Broken Isles on a mission.

With Imerel preoccupied with this, Saljan was given a short break, still maintaining his rhythmic tempering ability.

Spend the morning practicing anger control, the afternoon studying the balance between research and death, and the evening chatting with Stella Gossa, discussing the future of the dragons, telling the story of the Burning Legion's past misdeeds, and exploring the many dangers that lurk in the shadows of Azeroth.

Growing up in the Broken Isles, Stellagossa learned all about the outside world from the stories told by her grandfather, Senagos.

When she first met Sarean, she had a preconceived assumption that this person, like most of her fellow dragons, was the kind of person whose body moved faster than her brain.

But after a period of time together, Stellagossa was surprised to find that Salaen was actually very knowledgeable, and knew more about the legends of Azeroth's past than Senagoth.

Through Sarren's narration, Stellagossa develops a deep curiosity about the world beyond the Broken Isles.

It's not just Stella Gossa who is relatively mature, but little Tina, who is lively by nature, is even more coquettish on Sarren's head, hoping that he can take him through those fascinating adventures with him.

Salian smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "I don't care about this matter, you better find a way to convince Senagos first." ”

If he only operates in the Broken Isles, Senagos, who is gradually regaining his strength, is sure to arrive at the scene as soon as Tina and Little Star are in distress, and crush the guy who dares to bully his precious granddaughter.

But if you put the range of motion to the whole of Azeroth......

Even if Senagos was stronger, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to arrive at the scene immediately, after all, there were too many mysterious areas in this world, and many secret realms could be isolated from teleportation.

Stellagossa snatches the coquettish Tina from Sala's head.

"Don't make a fuss, just like Salian said, you still have to think about how to convince your grandfather to release him."

Valera and Winresa had been away for nearly half a month, and Sarren, who had been in retreat, became more and more comfortable with controlling his anger.

But there has been no progress in the study of the balance between life and death.

The barrage speculates that it should be that Sarjan's druid level is too low to touch the more core issues at this stage.

In desperation, Sarean had no choice but to put his research on hold for the time being, preparing to delve into the druid's forces of nature first.

It was in this environment of hard work during the day and storytelling at night that Imeriel's call to call finally got a response from the first member.

When the shortcut member of the Hidden Path climbed Eagle Claw, Sarren, who was sitting on the top of the mountain meditating, had just finished training and opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

The two people who happened to take a look at each other showed stunned expressions on their faces at the same time.

Sarren: "...... How are you? ”